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Gods, you hate him.

You and Loki have been going against each-other for months now- the two of you going head to head and toe to toe to try and beat eachover in the upcoming election that will tell you who will become the next president. But neither of you do much to hide the obvious..sexual tension between the two of you.

Warnings: smut, swearing, enemies with benefits, soft Loki at times, use of y/n, sweetheart, love, mocking, candidates for presidency, reader is wearing a dress,

every Loki has you. Whether you are a stranger he crosses paths with once, enemy, arranged marriage, friend or ally- Loki always ends up falling in love with her- one way or another, no matter how long it takes.

It’s one thing that brings every single Loki together.

For president Loki..it’s the woman he’s going against in the campaign. She is just as hot as he is, as good at lying and impossibly witty. He hates her with a burning passion and is on the verge of simply assassinating her.

hes watched on his tv as she gives a speech so soul shattering the votes went up in her favour by 83% and he’s endured her sassiness at every cabinet meeting. He’s had to deal with her spirit and determination and frankly? He’s sick of it.

…so why is he so attracted to you?

Every night he lays in bed and thinks of you- your hair, eyes, skin..he truly can’t help the way his hand always makes its way into his pants!

he stops in front of you on the stage, he’s trying to put on his cockiest smirk as he looks into her eyes. He’s polished his horns extra today and shined his shoes so much you could see your face in them. His waistcoat is buttoned perfectly and his tie is straightens to a T. The button that says “Loki” sits proudly on the left hand side of his chest.

he shakes your hand, his grip much tighter than it needs to be. “I’m going to win this election, and laugh in your face while I do it.”

You stare up into his eyes- a cold glare meeting his. “I’m gonna make you wish you were dead.” You scowl, shaking his hand with a grip that’s just as tight as his.

his jaw clenches as you return his grip, his eyes narrowed in pure hatred..and maybe a little something else, the corner of his lip lifting into a smirk*

”You can certainly try, darling. But it wont work. Im going to completely destroy you in this campaign.”

he leans forward so his mouth is right next to your ear, a low purr to his voice.

”I’ll enjoy watching you squirm as the votes go up in my favor and you finally realise you will never win this election.”

You snarl him- “please, there’s a week left and the votes are in my favour by more than half. You have no chance.” You move closer to him, your chest almost against his. “Your pathetic-”

he chuckles, pulling away a little

“Oh.. did I hit a nerve, sweetheart? Or do you really just hate to admit you can’t handle me, love?”

his tone is filled with cockiness, his eyes roaming over your body blatantly as a smirk settles on his face- clearly he’s sizing you up.

“You’re too cocky, I can handle you anyway you want me, Loki.”

He narrows his eyes slightly. “President Loki to you”

“That’ll never be your title. Prince- however? You should stick with that.” You don’t even realise how close you are until a flash of a camera snaps at you both- he blinks in sync with you and you both let go, taking quick steps back, away from eachover.

You’ve been doing this for months now. You’ve been trying to be President for years but you’ve never gotten this close- and you’ll be dammed if your letting the god of mischief of all things beat you.

You hate him. You beg to the Queen everyday to take Loki back to the palace to be prince and not the president and leave you to be the ruler outside of royalty- the one who takes care of the people and not the war like the king and princes do. you pray to whoever’s listening above that something will happen and he’ll have to resign..you’ve never despised anyone more.

You hate the royal family, you hate how the people might have to deal with Loki.

You hate yourself even more for finding him so hot.

he quickly smooths out his shirt, his eyes darting to the press taking pictures, a pang of…what is that- disappointment? Anger?.. going through him. Despite how much he hated you, he had enjoyed the closeness for a split second

he quickly returns to his usual cocky smirk as he looks back at you, folding his arms across his chest

“we both know I will win this election, darling.” He says as if it’s a stone cold fact.

“You wish.” You roll your eyes as you turn back towards your podium, flipping him off as you do- ignoring the countless flashes that come from the crowd as you do.

He watches you walk to your podium he has his gaze linger on one place for a few seconds. His eyes roam downward, staring at your…ass..for a good few seconds before he catches himself, snapping his eyes back up and scowling.

he turns on his heel and strides back to his own podium. His fingers tighten on the edges of the wood, his knuckles going white.

you stare over at him, tapping your finger against the stand, the microphone in front of you ready for anything you want to say.

his eyes flicker towards you, taking in the tapping of your finger. It annoys him to no end, the sound repetitive and irritating. He tightens his grip more before he forces himself to relax a bit

he watches as you step up closer to the mic, and he knows you’re about to say something to piss him off even more

“Asgardians.” You start- turning to look at the countless people stood in front of you both on the stage- the king Odin and the Queen Frigga stood at the back, Thor stood next to them. “Do you truly want a prince to be your ruler? Someone who has no real connection to you, the people- the ones we’re supposed to be fighting and dying for?..someone who’s spent his entire life bathed in gold and silver, dressed to the nines in the most glorious outfits?”

You shift your weight to one leg and you tilt your head slightly as you continue. “The royal family already have so much power over us, do you want them to have even more?…Loki is a liar. He is a bad person and he won’t do what’s right for you he will do what’s right for himself. He won’t be kissing babies, he’ll be kicking them.” You scoff and a couple of scattered laughs come from the crowd. “I know what it’s like firsthand to be on the streets- begging for some kind of fair rulership..you want someone who sees you. And cares for you. And I can be that person for you! Don’t vote for someone who uses the fact he lies alot as his main argument!” You smack your hand gently against the wood as you finish and everyone begins to cheer and clap.

The glare that Loki sends to you across the stage could kill. His grip on the podium has made his knuckles go white- his face flushed with anger.

he grits his teeth as you speak, scowling in irritation. He absolutely loathes you in this moment, his blood boiling as you continue to degrade him and tell the public about how much of an awful person he is

he clenches the sides of the podium until his knuckles go a light shade of red- every word you say makes his hatred for you and your words grow. He lets you finish but everyone starts cheering and clapping, a few people even whistling as they cheer.

Ans it. pisses. him. off.

You look over at him, raising an eyebrow for him to say something- it makes his nostrils flare as his body go straighter as he clears his throat.

he takes a deep breath, forcing himself to relax a little. He can’t let you know just how much your words get to him, how much your insults and jabs made him want to strangle the life out of you

he straightens up and looks directly at you, his eyes narrowed and his jaw still clenched

“I must admit, you are very good at giving speeches. I’m very impressed by your skills of deceit, darling. And that speech was very well put together. Pity I don’t believe a single word coming out of your mouth.”

You snicker- “then it’s a good thing you’re not the one i have to persuade. Once again- ladies and gentlemen, Loki- making it all about himself.” You point at him and everyone cheers once again.

he scoffs, his eyes narrowing even further. Seeing you point at him, hearing you mock him in front of hundreds of people, having everyone cheer when you call him a self centred ass- it really set him off

he straightens up completely, his shoulders squared as he glares at you- he wants nothing more than to march over to you and wrap one of his hands around that pretty little neck.

You smirk and wink over at him- happy with the entire situation.

the cheering continues but he barely registers it. All he can hear is the pounding of his own pulse in his ears, his hand tapping against the side of the podium in anger. He watches as you bask in the support the crowd is giving you and it just fuels his hatred. He hates how much you clearly relish in the approval of all these people- how it just adds to your ego.

he glares at you- the look on his face clearly stating that if you weren’t onstage right now he would be throttling you.

You lean further towards the mic and mockingly say- “anything else, your majesty?”

he bristles at the mocking tone you use, scowling heavily. Seeing you lean into the mic, knowing you were only doing it to irritate him more, pissed him off even more.

“No.” He scruffs out, turning and walking off stage quickly- grumbling to himself with every quick step.

You watch as he leaves for a couple of seconds before you look back to the crowd..“thank you for listening, together- we can do this. Vote y/n!” You smile and nod to them as you turn and walk down the same tray that Loki rushed off too- following him quickly.

“Loki-” you stop next to him and he turns and grabs your lower neck- not enough to choke you at all, but enough for a man to dream, turning you both so you walk behind one of the many marble pillars and pushes you against the wall of the large, golden, building behind you.

You gasp softly as he leans forward, his hand staying on your neck as he does..

“What exactly do you think you’re doing following me back here, darling? Hm? Did you come to gloat some more?” He scowls, you can feel his breath on the side of your chin and it’s driving you insane-

“Loki-” you gasp softly, looking into his dark, blue, eyes- your own narrowed slightly as you move one of your hands to rest on his.

he stares at you, taking in the look on your face. Hearing your soft gasp sets something off in him and he grips your neck a little more, his thumb brushing along your jawline..he hates you more than anything so why is his first thought the thought of doing unspeakably sinful things to you?

he leans closer so his face is directly in front of yours, his body pressed against yours.

“I asked you you a question, love. Answer it. Why did you follow me back here after you’ve already had your fun on stage by mocking me in front of hundreds of people? God- one day I’ll shut that pretty little mouth of yours-”

“Just wanted to see how you were doing.” You smile mockingly, trying to act casual..“I hope you learn to recover after you loss.” You pout at him sarcastically.

“You know nothing-” his voice is annoyed but persevered, obviously trying to keep it together no matter how mad he is..“and you certainly don’t know who will win or loose- even though it will most likely be me.”

“You think you’re so special, don’t you?..” your eyes soften very, very slightly- glancing up into his own with a hint of sarcasm yet genuine interest. “You think you’re better than me..the people, your brother- your parents. But you’re not. You’re just another sad, little boy begging for attention.”

Rage.

He grabs your upper arm and shoves you against him. “You know nothing about me, you insolent, pathetic-”

“I know more than you think!”

He stares at you in shock for a couple of seconds- his eyes drifting from your eyes to your lips as you speak. He’s suddenly overtaken by a wave of annoyance and rage as he leans in, smashing his lips onto yours desperately. He can’t hold back anymore- it truly is this or killing you. No inbetween-

It takes you by surprise for a couple of seconds— before you lean in and kiss him harshly back, your hand moving to grab onto his arm and the other goes to the side of his neck, holding onto him as you tilt your head and deepen it, making him groan quietly.

he pushes your lips open, his tongue pushing past and into your mouth. He can’t control himself at all, not when he has you pinned like this, not when you taste so damn good. He moves one of his legs between yours, pulling your body completely against him as he practically devours your mouth..

he can feel the fire in him slowly igniting, the anger and hatred being replaced with lust and want. He kisses you desperately, gripping your cheek a little harder as he does. His tongue explores your mouth, tasting every inch as he presses you even further against the wall. He bites down on your bottom lip gently, tugging on it gently as he looks into your eyes as they slowly open- he lets go and pants softly.

What the fuck?

Your mind goes blank as you stare at him- you can feel the neediness begin to overwhelm you as you watch him take a small step back..

He had..intended to slap you..choke you properly- knock you out..so why did he kiss you?! He looks to his feet then back to you- his face a mixture of confusion and lust.

“What was that?..” you say quietly and in the softest voice he’s ever heard from you.

He takes another breath and looks back over at you- seeing you standing there, lips swollen, eyes wide, face flushed. The sight of you like this really wasn’t helping his situation at all.

he tries to regain control over himself, running his hand through his hair again and crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes roaming your body and lingering on your red swollen lips for far too long- too long for your liking entirely…“I don’t know..” he admits quietly.

“Y-you don’t know?!” You whisper-shout harshly. “You just kissed me-!”

“-Don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy it, darling…..it was the only way I could think of to get you to shut the hell up for five damn minutes.” He snarls.

“Fuck you.”

he laughs, a sound that is almost mocking. He looks back at you, eyeing you and taking in your body again. He still can’t believe he just kissed you, he hates the fact he lost control of himself like that.

“You wish, darling…you’d be too lucky if I ever decided to grace you with the privilege of being beneath me like that..”

“If anyone is beneath anyone- it would not be me.” Your lips part and you suddenly move closer to him. “I think you’re forgetting who kissed who here.” You scoff. “It wasn’t exactly a peck either, darling.” You say in a mockingly tone, scrunching your nose up slightly as you look him up and down in..disgust? Lust? Need? Want? Yearning? You don’t even know-

“You liked it, though..didn’t you?” He practically growls out, not moving away as you move closer..

You look up into his eyes- those blue eyes you hate seeing on every poster, billboard and button..you despise how right he is.

“You’re delusional.”

“You’re not a very good liar..” he spits out the words-

“You know about being a good liar, wouldn’t you?”

“They don’t call me the god of mischief for nothing.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, staring down into your eyes..the ones he loves hates despises. so much..

He can feel his fingers itching to reach out and touch you - grab your hips and drag you up against his body. He still can’t stop looking at your lips, can still feel the taste of you on his tongue. He wants to see you flushed and panting, he wants to see those pretty lips swollen from him..

But he pushes that thought out his head. He shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. He shouldn’t want you like that-

“Gods, I hate you.” You breathe out, licking your bottom lip as your eyes wonder down to his chest then his own lips- his nose, eyes..those eyes.

“The feeling is beyond mutual, sweetheart.” He knows he should walk away and end this before it goes any further but he finds his feet rooted to the floor, staring at you and watching you as you shamelessly check him out.

“Why don’t I believe you?..” you mutter under your breath but he hears it loud and clear..

he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him, his fingers gripping your chin almost harshly-

“Did I not make it clear enough how much I loath every fibre of your being, darling?”

“Sorry, the glances and the making out against the wall might have confused me a touch.” You mock sarcastically, looking into his eyes- your eyebrows furrowed slightly at the feeling of him grabbing you- why is it doing..things to you that It certainly shouldn’t be.

he growls, clearly annoyed that you were trying to tease him again. He knew you were being a smartass and it pissed him off more than he cared to admit

hearing your sarcasm makes him tighten his grip on your jaw, his hand still keeping your head tilted up towards him. “Can that mouth of yours do anything other than spout sarcasm and bullshit?”

“Why don’t you find out?” You lean forwards, your breaths mixing- your body now against his- as it was when he had you pinned..

He snaps.

In a flash of green- you found yourself being shoved (once again) against a wall- instead this time it was the wall of his bedroom in the palace, his rough hands on your hips- his chest against yours and his breathing heavy.

“Tell me to stop.” He growls out, snarling down at you as he huffs, grinding his hips subconsciously against yours.

You pant back at him, slightly dizzy and out of it from the sudden change of atmosphere- the gold a stark contrast from the darker backroom of the stage- “what if I don’t want too?” You look up into his eyes to steady yourself, grinding back against him once to test the waters between the two of you.

he leans in closer, his grip tightening on your hips- his body still completely pressed against yours. He pushes one of his thighs between yours, forcing your legs to spread- your jaw clenches as he snarls in your ear, his voice gruff and low as he speaks, his breath heavy and hot against your ear- “Then...I won't stop.”

You grab his face and turn it to face yours as you lean forwards and smash his lips to yours, your tounge immediately pressing against his own- just as needy as you are.

His hands move to cup the either sides of your neck, the tips of his fingers digging into your hair as he brings you further away from the wall- suddenly ducking and pushing you backwards so you fall over his shoulder, your hips resting on him as you scream and go forwards.

He stands up and turns with ease, walking towards the bed on the other side of the room- one of your hands go to his arm and the other goes towards his shoulder, just next to where your hips resting is.

“Loki!” You call out, unamused by his sudden act, but you can help the laugh that escapes your mouth.

He gives you a smack on the ass before he roughly throws you down onto the bed, crawling on top of you so his body is pinning you down. You grab onto the fabric of his fine asgardian cotton and he pushes you further onto the silk sheets of his bed- putting gum out of reach from you, but you certainly not out of reach from him.

He moves to his knees, looking down at you- the way your hair flares out around you and the way your legs seem to spread so perfectly for him..“fuck, I hate you.” He leans down and smashes his lips onto yours, he undoes your dress quickly- pulling it down your body desperately.

You whine softly into the kiss and you lift your hips, helping him as he snatches it off of you-

Your hands move to his blazer and you shove it off of him, throwing it to the side at the same time as he throws your dress- now completely bare to him..your cheeks flush very slightly and you go towards move your hands to your chest what if he doesn’t want it after seeing you, he hates you enough already what i-

“Don’t.” He grabs your hands (surprisingly) gently before you can, his eyes roaming over your body deliciously..he’s staring like he wants to simply ravish you right now- “please, don’t..fuck, your beautiful.”

Your breath hitches and you move your hands slowly out of his and you move to undo his tie- loosening and tugging before pushing it up and over his head then to the floor- before your hands find their way to his belt. He groans softly and puts his own hands on his shirt, quickly undoing each and every button with hurried purpose.

You throw the belt to the side and quickly pull down the zipper of his pants, hooking his button out of its hole- as he untucks his shirt to do the last two buttons, ripping it off of him before he leans down to your neck, sucking and kissing on it, as he kicks his pants off.

You turn him over roughly and move so your straddling him. “Good girl..” he grunts and leans up, kissing you.

The next thing you know, your riding him like your life depends on it. His fingers digging into your hips and your hands on his arms, the noises coming out of your mouth are erotic and the grunts and pants coming from his only make you go faster. You don’t know how many orgasms he’s pulled from you at this point..two with his mouth- once with his fingers..your so achy but it hurts sooo goood.

You look down at him and groan as you tilt your head back, your hips jerking as you get closer and closer to your release- “Loki- fuck-” it comes out broken and needy, your thighs burning and your eyes watering-

“C’mon- we’re both so close-” he brings his thumb down to your clit as he snaps his hips up in time with your movements, quickly circling the throbbing, soaked, button. “Oh!” You see stars as you throw your head back, your mouth opening as you cum, his hips going even faster as you clench and splutter around him- until he finally finishes- deep inside you, you pull him up by his hair and you wrap your arms around him as you breath heavily, his arms wrapping around your waist as he kisses your neck gently.

He knows if you do..get pregnant- he can just cast a curse on you or something..you’ll be fine, he’s sure of it..mostly.

“Told you I’d shut that pretty little mouth of yours.”

You move so the side of him and lie down, your eyes fluttering closed in exhaustion. He pulls the covers over both of you and he turns so his backs to you, you do the same..it took you both about five minutes to end up back in each-others arms, fast asleep.