After the events in New York in 2012, Loki is banished to Earth and forced to repay society by taking a mortal job. He begins teaching A Study in Asgardian History and Culture at an elite American east coast university. While he tries to walk his "good" path on Earth, his will is challenged when he meets an eager and headstrong student, Charlotte. Will he be able to resist indulging in his innermost desires with her? (Hint: he won't 😂)
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Author's Notes: The majority of this is horny AF. I wanted to write some filthy Professor!Loki smutfics and decided to try writing a whole romance story.
“Even when we’re together in different cities, your hotel room seems… warmer.” He said. I passed him a glass of rum and coke and made one for me as well. “Have you ever considered that it’s me that’s warmer, and not the actual place we’re in?” I asked facetiously, before taking a drink. “I have.” He said, smiling at me before he took a drink. I smiled back at him, but then looked down an furrowed my eyebrows, trying to cover how much that made my heart jump.
Chapter One: Just a Girl, Sitting on a Table
Chapter Two: The One Who’s Staring
Chapter Three: Getting the Hang of It
Chapter Four: I Can Do This, You Won’t
Chapter Five: But It’s Not
Chapter Six: Indeed, Lucky Me
Chapter Seven: The Last Tear
Chapter Eight: Leaving Me With the Hounds
Chapter Nine: Heaviness in My Heart
Chapter Ten: Just ‘Being Nice’
Chapter Eleven: Not to Tarnish Its Beauty
Chapter Twelve: Otherwise Occupied
Golden - Professor!Loki (In Progress) | AO3
“I’m Aurelia,” I said. He took my hand, but instead of shaking it, he gently pressed his lips to my knuckles. I small gasp escaped my lips when he did.“That’s quite an unusual name, but it suits you. You are indeed golden,” He said. I bit my lip from smiling too hard. No one ever knew what my name meant, so him knowing made me much happier than it should have.
Chapter One: Unusual Name
Chapter Two: Eccentric, Old-Aged Nonsense
Chapter Three: A-Minus Work
Chapter Four: It Looked Like Rage
Chapter Five: Different Than Yours
Chapter Six: Satisfaction Brought It Back
One Shots:
Perks of Being Friends With a Frost Giant | AO3
“"I can’t sleep in this heat, and it looks like you can’t either. I just wanted to rant to somebody who understood or, at the very least, do something to distract from how hot it is,” I said. He cocked his eyebrow at me, amused.
“What did you have in mind for a distraction?” he questioned, all sense of aggravation lost, and now replaced with humor. I did roll my eyes this time, and blushed. What a poor choice of words, Rosie.“”
Keeping Warm | AO3
“It’s warmer near me, you know,” Tom whispered. I bit my lip, refusing to turn over.“I didn’t know how close you wanted me to get,” I said.“Oh don’t be daft,” I felt his arm grab onto my waist and pull me over towards the center of the bed; to his body. “You’ll get warmer quicker.”
Summary: Now that summer is coming to an end, Loki returns to campus in preparation for the new school year. Charlotte meets Professor Laufeyson for the first time. W/C 6k
Warnings: TW for anyone who's been in the weeds working in a restaurant 😂
Masterlist / Ao3
Five Years Ago.
Loki stared out of the window of Stark tower as rain pelted and dripped down the sides of the glass building. Not twenty four hours ago, his silhouette had dominated the skyline, a commander before his chitauri legion, every muscle coiled with purpose and determination. Determination to make Thor suffer. Determination to conquer and rule. This planet was to be his kingdom. Now it would be his prison.
Yes, his fate could’ve been worse, but that didn’t stop the dread inside. The resentment that had simmered about Thor, that unshakable conviction of superiority over the mortals of Earth, now seemed like the remnants of a dream. His mind drifted in a haze of internal conflict, the sharp edges dulled by shame and the sting of powerlessness. The magic that had been an extension of his very essence was now gone; it left him exposed, raw in a way that pained him more than his physical wounds.
Loki could feel the cold emanating from Thor’s posture in the chair across from him. His brother’s presence was like a statue- immovable, severe- a stark contrast to the warmth that usually radiated from the God of Thunder. Not that it wasn’t warranted– Loki had just yesterday killed a dear friend of Thor’s and the Avengers, plus countless other civilians.
“The Avengers and SHIELD want you to stay on the Eastern seaboard, so that they can easily keep an eye on you,” Thor’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and cool.
“Great, I’m homeless on this godforsaken planet and I will be under surveillance by those who could never understand our ways,” Loki muttered to himself in a bitter tone, sighing as his eyes focused on nothing in the grey skies out the window.
“You know that Father was lenient. It’s only because of Mother that you were given this sentence, and not death,” he said, his tone more patronizing than Loki had ever heard it.
“And what of Thanos? Odin said nothing to the truths I laid out for him!,” Loki spat.
“Father will do what needs to be done. But you cannot deny your place in this scheme. What you have done. The lives you have taken in vain!,” Thor’s voice raised, echoing in the modern room.
Loki didn’t respond, he was done discussing this again with his family. Instead, he sat with the weight of the situation he had found himself in. That he had put himself in. He could almost taste the tang of his own pride as it fought against this imposed humility.
Thor shifted in his chair, the leather creaking softly beneath his large build. He remained silent, the lines of his face taut with unresolved tension. The space between them was filled with the weight of yesterday’s tragedy, the lives lost lingering like specters in the air.
“Now we just have to find out what kind of Earth job suits you, and that Father would approve of,” he began, his voice echoing Odin’s edicts. “‘You must put in the work, help the Midgardians. And prove to them that we are not savages who have no regard for life on other realms.’”
The words hung between them, a gauntlet thrown at Loki’s feet. To labor among these mortals, to be judged by their standards and confined within their borders– this was his penance.
“How could you make amends to the people of Midgard? Through the arts? Hmm…an actor? You are dramatic and love to lie. You could probably make a fortune doing that if you wanted,” his voice dripped with irritation as his eyes bore into Loki.
Loki let out an almost inaudible snort and rolled his eyes while he continued to try to ignore Thor’s anger. He had thought the lowest point in his life was his falling from the rainbow bridge. But this was more public– a loss for all of Earth to witness. The humans saw him as a monster, a being woven from darkness and chaos here to destroy their world- just as the Frost Giants of his bedtime stories. Maybe the accusations of his heritage were right.
And yet, Thor was still helping him. A small pang of guilt surfaced– remorse for the lives lost, dreams shattered. Yes, they were mere mortals, but he had seen their courage, their capacity for love and sacrifice. In his heart, he knew what he had done was wrong. Even if there had been coercion, and magical forces, he had still committed atrocities.
“Perhaps there is some way to channel this penchant for knowledge you possess. You do love to read books…what about a librarian?,” Thor suggested to Loki, his annoyance growing at Loki’s refusal to participate.
Loki’s gaze snapped back to Thor, a flicker of irritation crossing his features, agitating the cuts on his face that mirrored his injured ego. “A librarian?,” he echoed, the word tasting like ash on his tongue. “You suggest I spend my days shuffling parchments and hushing children?”.
“An annoyance, I know,” Thor replied, the corners of his mouth threatening to curl into a smile. “But it would be an environment suited to your talents. And it may serve as penance of sorts.”
“And how exactly will that ‘improve our relations with the people of Earth’?” he drawled, the imitation of Odin so spot-on it bordered on mockery.
Thor’s patience, hanging by a thread, finally snapped. He stood abruptly, the chair beneath him screeching in protest against the polished floor. Loki felt himself jump slightly, surprised at Thor’s sudden movement.
“Loki, you best try harder,” Thor barked, his tone sharp. “As I’m doing all of the work and I am sick of the sight of you. You need to help me find the answer so we can end this.”
The silence that followed was thick with unspoken truths and the shadow of deeds that could not be undone. Loki felt the sting of Thor’s words deeper than he cared to admit. He truly was in a dark place, and his brother was ready to be rid of him. The pang hit unexpectedly, a sharp twinge that resonated somewhere deep within him– a place he rarely dared to explore. It was more than the sting of humiliation; it was a profound sense of loss.
“Thor,” he began, voice softer than he intended, “I know my actions have caused you pain.” The admission cost him, his pride chafing against the humility of the words.
Thor’s eyes snapped to him, searching, perhaps for a glimmer of the brother he once knew. Loki held that gaze, offering a silent pledge to try– he couldn’t erase all he’d done, but he could do this for him– help Thor with this decision.
“Let us consider this... fate,” Loki replied sullenly.
“Very well. A healer? Or a Doctor, as they’re called on Earth,” Thor suggested, his voice infused with a forced optimism that clashed with the tension that gripped the room.
“What, and work with humans when they are their most disgusting? No thank you,” Loki replied, folding his arms over his chest. Thor ignored Loki’s response, and walked over to a bookcase, running his thick fingers over the binds.
“I’ve got it! A teacher!,” he exclaimed, the words tumbling out like a revelation as he turned around to look at Loki, a proud smile starting to form on his lips.
Loki’s eyes met Thor’s in a glare, “Absolutely not.”
“Oh, you’d be perfect! You could teach humans about Asgard!” His voice carried a note of excitement.
“And since you won’t have your magic, you’ll be relatively…harmless,” Thor’s brow furrowed as he drifted off in thought for a moment, knowing that wasn’t entirely true.
“I do not think I am the person to be teaching children,” Loki commented dryly.
“No, not children– they study as adults here, as well. Think about it– you’re fulfilling Father’s order to give back. And you’re so knowledgeable. Plus you could hold court and be the center of the room’s attention– you’d love that!,” a sad smile pulled at the corner of his mouth wistfully.
With a heavy sigh, Loki turned his gaze back to the window, where droplets of rain raced each other down the pane. Loki thought about this proposal, it was the best idea Thor had had. Loki couldn’t be bothered thinking about taking a Midgardian job– they all seemed terrible. But maybe this was the best option. He didn’t want to spend an extra minute here in this tower, in this city. He needed out.
“Great,” Loki muttered under his breath, “a pedagogue to these Midgardians.” He could already picture their puzzled faces as he unraveled the threads of ancient lore. Despite his frustration with his brother’s suggestion, a part of Loki couldn’t help but appreciate the poetic irony of it all.
Thor, however, seemed deflated, the lines of frustration etched upon his brow as he slumped back onto his chair, “Well, brother, I have tried. I don’t know what else to do, other than having SHIELD pick a job for you. And you probably would not like whatever that would entail.”
“Okay,” Loki said quietly with resignation as he felt the metaphorical door click on his new jail cell. His voice carried the faintest trace of defeat- or was it acceptance?- as his reality narrowed to the confines of this Midgardian existence.
Loki didn’t need to turn to know Thor’s eyes were upon him, searching for signs of sincerity or perhaps the glimmer of rebellion. “Thank you,” Loki murmured, almost too soft to hear over the drumming rain. “For your... persistence.” His admission hung between them like a delicate truce.
“Of course,” Thor responded, his tone carrying a hint of surprise. “You are my brother.”
Loki nodded, wrestling with the discomfort of his own vulnerability as he continued to look into the rain clouds outside of the window.
Now.
The slight breeze pulled the recently fallen leaves across the dark pavement of the parking lot with a skitter. It was a cool day for August– a promise of what was to come in the New England fall. Charlotte sighed contentedly as she looked at the apron thrown in a haphazard pile in her passenger seat.
Today marked her third shift at The Mudd Puddle, the quaint coffee shop that had quickly taken a spot in her routine. Nestled near the heart of the university, it was a sanctuary for over-caffeinated students and sleep-deprived professors alike.
Charlotte had arrived early for her shift and lingered in the sanctuary of her car. With the windows down, she let the sounds of distant chatter and the rustling of trees fill the space around her, a white noise backdrop to her wandering thoughts. For a few moments, her mind drifted to the recent months that had led up to her sitting in this car, in this parking lot, far away from home. All of the studying, all of the hard work– it brought her here, to this moment.
While she could’ve taken a gap year after she graduated with her bachelor’s, or entered the workplace, she had decided to start her masters program immediately. She’d be the youngest in the program, a fact that filled her with a mix of pride and trepidation. But this was her dream, crystallizing into reality at this very university. This anthropology program was one of the best in the country, and there was also an added bonus: Asgardian History and Culture with Professor Laufeyson.
In fact, his class was the reason she was here. Her mind danced through a montage of moments spent hunched over her laptop, replaying the few interviews Loki Laufeyson had given. His voice, filtered through speakers, had been a siren call to her hunger for knowledge.
Before she had arrived, Charlotte had envisioned the upcoming lectures– the gateways to worlds very few humans knew about. Loki Laufeyson, the handsome former God of Mischief turned professor, would be her guide through the tapestries of alien traditions and ancient stories. The very thought sent shivers down her spine.
Everything she had idealized for the former god as her teacher had come crashing down when her new boss, Kate, told her about how he really was. The reality being: Professor Laufeyson was a dick. And he was a repeat customer at the place she had coincidentally gotten a job at.
“So, you know “Professor” Laufeyson, right? The asshole who invaded New York and the Avengers had to stop?,” Kate had asked on Charlotte’s first day at The Mudd Puddle. Charlotte nodded, recalling how her heart skipped a beat at the mention of the name that had been echoing through her mind for months.
“Macchiatos are his thing, but he’s super particular,” Kate had continued, her brows knitting together in annoyance. “We called him the ‘macchiato menace’, and now he’s just the ‘menace’. He made one barista quit when he went off on her a couple of years ago.”
Charlotte remembered the shock that had bolted through her— the juxtaposition of her excitement over the lectures she yearned to attend and this unexpected revelation of his cruel nature.
“Really?” she had managed to say, trying to keep her voice light despite the unease coiling in her stomach.
“Yeah, but don’t worry too much. Just...be precise with his drinks, okay?,” Kate nodded reassuringly.
“Got it,” Charlotte had replied, more to herself than to Kate, not ready to tell her she would be in his class in a few weeks.
Now, sitting alone with the echo of that conversation playing in her mind, she refused to get worried over something that hadn’t happened yet. Who knows, maybe he would be nice to her?
Charlotte was thankful that at the very least she had decent people to work with. Her co-workers had been mostly friendly, and she had been enjoying the training with the owner of the shop, Kate. Kate was an amazing barista, and had even competed and won awards in her field. She was also a great boss, who was reasonable and level headed– something you didn’t always get in the restaurant industry.
An alarm went off on her phone, signaling to her it was time to head into the coffee shop. With a smile on her face, Charlotte pulled her chestnut colored hair into a ponytail and grabbed her apron, making her way inside. As she entered the small cafe, she was surprised to see how busy it was as she pushed past the crowd. Kate greeted her with a relieved face, “Boy am I glad to see you! Che called off, so it’s just you and me until relief comes at noon!”.
“Alright, let’s do this!,” Charlotte replied, her tone cheerful and determined despite the rush. She tied her apron strings with nimble fingers and joined Kate, ready to tackle the wave of customers.
This shift had been particularly difficult, and nothing like her first weeks here. While Charlotte tackled the register, the crowd got busier and ruder. It was back to school season, and the bustling crowd had become impatient this morning. A forced smile had quickly plastered on her face as she treated each customer like they were her favorite just as Kate had taught her. An hour flew by in what felt like minutes.
Charlotte’s fingers danced across the register keys with a deftness while the coffee shop buzzed, each customer’s voice stacking atop another in a cacophony of demands. The queue snaked out the door, a relentless stream feeding people into the cramped space. Yet, somewhere amidst the bustle, Charlotte managed a smile and found solace in the rhythm; take an order, give a muffin, smile, repeat.
“Hey, Char, can you grab another box of chai tea bags from the back?,” Kate’s voice cut through the commotion, her tattooed arms flexing as she steamed milk with precision.
“Got it, Kate,” Charlotte replied, darting to the storage room and back with a nimbleness that surprised even her. She was learning, adapting, and the curveballs thrown by the crowd were no longer daunting.
“Thank you! Have a great day!,” she chimed to another satisfied customer. Today’s shift would not defeat her.
The atmosphere subtly shifted, like the hush that falls over an audience before the curtains rise. A tall figure materialized at the back of the line, his presence alone a silent command for attention. Whispers began to weave through the throng of people. Younger students craned their necks, some daring to giggle and point as they turned on their heels to catch a glimpse of the newcomer.
Charlotte’s breath caught as he began to move, the crowd parting with reluctant awe. He strode forward with an air of entitlement and grace, bypassing the waiting patrons. She felt herself stiffen, the surprise etching itself across her expressive features as Professor Laufeyson approached, cutting through the line to stand before her.
“Excuse me! There’s a line!” someone called out, their protest feeble against his confident advance. The professor ignored it.
Charlotte found herself tempering her expectations about Professor Laufeyson as he stepped up towards the counter, towering over her in a finely tailored black suit and a placid look on his face. Should she tell him she’ll be seeing him next week? That she couldn’t wait to start his class? No, that’d be a weird thing to do. It’d be better to act like she doesn’t know who he is.
She couldn’t believe how handsome he was in real life. Like, stunningly so. She was not prepared for that. Sunlight from the window caught the angles of his face, casting light and shadow over the high plains of his cheekbones. His hair, the color of a raven’s wing, was pulled behind his ears; shorter than she’d seen it before. It suited him. The sexy curls of his hair framed his jawline, and danced above the lapel of his suit, which hugged his form with the precision only bespoke tailoring could afford. His appearance in the humdrum coffee shop seemed out of place.
“Good morning,” her cheerful voice clung to the professionalism that had served her well throughout the morning rush.
Keep it together, she mentally chastised herself for the nervous flutter in her stomach. Her fingers betrayed her composure with a slight tremble, an involuntary reaction to the man who now demanded her attention.
“Good morning,” Professor Laufeyson gently smiled, his blue eyes nearly sparkling.
“What can I get you?,” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“I’d like a macchiato, please,” he calmly requested, his eyes holding hers for a fraction longer than necessary.
She replied, “Sure thing!,” and put in his order, trying to focus on acting like this was no big deal. He paid in silence, his attention turning towards the crowd behind him with a smile. With the transaction complete, Professor Laufeyson acknowledged Charlotte with a nod and then turned and strolled towards the serving area where his order would soon appear.
That wasn’t so bad. He seemed to be in a good mood.
Charlotte watched him go, admiring the confident set of his shoulders, the effortless way he navigated the bustling space. As he disappeared from her line of sight, Charlotte exhaled the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her pulse still raced, but she found solace in the small victory of having handled their interaction with outward poise.
“Excuse me, hello?,” a voice jolted her back to the present, and she turned to face the new wave of customers.
“Good morning!,” Her self assuredness returned in full force as she greeted the fresh-faced group before her– a gaggle of freshmen flanked by their equally eager parents. They crowded around the counter, bright-eyed and buzzing.The order was very complicated, and she struggled to take everything right. Double shots, extra shots, no foams, the ticket for the 6 drinks was ridiculous.
Charlotte’s hands hovered over the register, her fingers fumbling as she tried to focus on the screen in front of her. Her concentration was tested by the crowd’s discussion of Professor Laufeyson, who stood casually at the pickup counter, reading his phone.
“Isn’t that Thor’s brother?,” someone murmured, a ripple of excitement passing through the crowd.
“Looks way younger than I thought,” another voice joined in, edged with a mix of surprise and admiration.
“I can’t believe the school lets a terrorist teach a class,” an older man gruffly commented.
“Well, if the Avengers approved it, I’m sure it’s fine. He’s been teaching here for years, and nothing’s happened,” a father in the group contributed with self assured authority.
Charlotte hit the wrong button, then another, and with a sigh, deleted the drink from the order for the third time. She could feel her cheeks flush warmly with a blend of embarrassment and frustration.
“Sorry,” she mumbled more to herself more than anyone else, re-entering the details yet again. She could feel the impatience growing in the line as she nodded thanks, looking towards the next in line.
The next order was also a group– more complicated requests, and it took Charlotte three tries to ring them up correctly. Doesn’t anyone just order regular coffee anymore??, she thought to herself.
Kate, usually easy going, was now a portrait of strained patience, her arms moving in a blur as she crafted drinks as quickly as possible. “Damn it,” Kate exhaled, the sound barely audible over the grind of coffee beans and the hiss of steam wands. Charlotte glanced at the clock: thirty minutes before help was to arrive.
They were officially in the weeds, and Charlotte was still new, so she didn’t know how to help Kate make the orders she had just taken.
Three teenagers walked up, one of them with Instagram open and a picture of a coffee drink. She knew they were about to order some random concoction that had become viral. Just what she and Kate needed.
Panic started to creep in, as the front door bell went off again, and Charlotte saw the line now going out the front door. She felt her chest tighten as she tried to concentrate on the customers, and ignore the eyerolls in the back of the line.
“Can you add an extra shot to that latte?,” asked an annoyed man in a crumpled suit, phone wedged between shoulder and ear.
CRASH. Charlotte jumped as her head turned towards the sound of the calamity, and saw Kate had dropped a mug on the floor, sending porcelain shattering everywhere. The crowd quieted for a moment. Charlotte told the next couple in line to hold on a moment as she checked on the mess.
She took the brief moment to take a deep breath as she walked over to Kate. “Is there anything I can help you with?,” she asked hopefully, while Kate pulled blonde strands of hair behind her ear and reached for the broom and began to sweep up her mess.
“Keep the line moving, Char. I’ve got this,” she reassured her.
“Ummm excuse me- I ordered oat milk- this tastes like regular milk,” a young teenage boy no older than thirteen claimed with a condescending tone to Kate from the pick up counter.
Charlotte wanted to reach over the counter and smack him– she knew Kate wouldn’t have made a mistake like that. This morning was getting more intense by the minute, and the last thing she wanted to deal with was assholes. As the boy tapped his foot impatiently, a surge of protectiveness washed over Charlotte. Her cheerful facade wavered, the edges of her smile hardening into something less inviting.
“Oh, it’s oat milk,” Kate replied with a sickeningly sweet tone as she bent over and picked up the big shards on the floor, not looking at him.
“Shit!,” she muttered under her breath as she stood up to look at Charlotte.
Charlotte saw the red seeping out of Kate’s finger, a cut from a piece of porcelain. Kate dumped the last of the mess into the trash, and shot Charlotte a “Can you fucking believe this??” look. She wrapped her cut finger in a paper towel.
“Can you just redo it? It tastes funny,” the teen replied to anyone who would listen, rolling his eyes.
“Of course, dear, I just need to go clean myself up first,” Kate walked up to Charlotte, lowering her voice.
“I’m going to tell the people at the register it’s going to be a few minutes, and try to calm them down before they start flipping their shit. Can you make that little asshole’s cappuccino? Oat milk,” she sarcastically saluted Charlotte.
“Uh– yea, I can try,” Charlotte nodded, heading to the cappuccino machine.
Out of her periphery, she saw Professor Laufeyson walk up to the counter, standing next to the teenage boy. She shook her head, dreading what could possibly happen next.
Charlotte completed the drink and delivered the coffee to the teen, “OAT. MILK.,” she enunciated, forcing a smile as much as she could, but she was sure appeared more like a sneer.
Then came the voice, deep and unamused, slicing through the coffee shop chatter like a blade, “This macchiato is not up to acceptable standards.”
Charlotte looked to her new teacher and saw a look of disapproval on his perfect face and tried to bring herself to smile at him, but she wasn’t sure if she was pulling it off.
“Yea we’ll get to it in a minute, the line’s backed up, and–”, Charlotte tried to placate him while internally she felt like she might snap. This shift had been too much, and dealing with “The Menace” was the last thing she wanted. Her fascination with him from his arrival quickly vanished, and annoyance began to set in.
“I do not have time. You will remake mine now, as I was here first.” His tone grew more stern, and his brows furrowed.
“Yes, sir, I get it, but we’re understaffed and I’m new. We’re trying.” She tried to hide her irritated tone unsuccessfully as she looked around at the chaos unfolding in the entryway. She could feel heat rising in her cheeks, the frustration and embarrassment of not being able to do her job getting to her. She hated feeling like this.
“Trying? Well that’s not good enough, is it?,” he shot back at her, setting his cup down on the counter with emphasis.
If there was one thing that really bothered her, it was treating service workers like shit. Charlotte’s heart pounded a furious rhythm. His words were a slap to her pride, a dismissal of her efforts. She felt herself snap.
“Look- I don’t know how to make one,” she could feel her blood pressure rise with anger as her voice raised and she met his steely blue eyes with a glare, the professor’s haughty attitude getting under her skin.
“Hey- are we going to get some help down here??,” a man at the register yelled down to Charlotte. She looked back over to see the line of customers looking mad, some throwing their arms up in the air.
“You’re just going to have to wait, like everyone else,” Charlotte said to her professor, venom appearing in her tone more than she had planned as she gestured to the situation unraveling around them.
“Excuse me?? Do you know who I am?,” Loki’s eyes narrowed as he stared down at the small woman, stepping closer.
“Yes I do, and like I said, I literally don’t know how to make your damn drink, so you’re just going to have to wait!!,” her raised voice cutting through the air, sharp and reckless, as her hands curled into fists at her sides. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, a battle drum urging her on.
Professor Laufeyson’s face was a canvas of barely restrained fury, his eyes darkening like storm clouds over an ocean. His stature loomed, a tower of indignation. Charlotte could feel every eye upon them, and her chest tightened with a cocktail of rage and mortification as she tried to ignore it.
The look in his eyes grew meaner. “You’re incredibly disrespectful for someone who can’t even make a simple coffee at her coffee shop job!” Professor Laufeyson snapped, his voice now threatening.
Is this the part where I'm supposed to cower? Fuck that!
The corners of her mind whispered defiance, but aloud, nothing came– only the sound of her own breath, ragged and quick.
“Heeyyyy….,” Kate’s melodious voice interrupted the tension between them as she quickly sidled up to Charlotte.
“Finally, someone competent. You will re-make my macchiato, and this time, you will be less heavy handed with the milk,” he demanded, his focus shifting to Kate.
“Absolutely, Professor. I’ll get on that right now,” Kate’s hand gently pressed against Charlotte’s back, pushing her away from impending disaster.
“Girl, what are you doing? He’s not the one to mess with,” she whispered as she ushered Charlotte away from Laufeyson.
Charlotte turned quickly, plastering on a sweet smile again for the irritated man at the register. She could feel her hand shaking as she rang him up, her mind racing about what had just transpired. Even though this customer was also an asshole, he only annoyed her. Professor Laufeyson’s attitude and entitlement genuinely made her want to fight.
As her Professor, finally satisfied, left the cafe without a look in her direction, Charlotte knew one thing for certain: she was not looking forward to class with him next week.
Loki, irritated about the incident at the coffee shop, loudly slammed the door to his office. The insolence. He shook his head as he thought about the young woman who dared to give him attitude. He couldn’t believe the audacity of such a simple human brashly arguing with him like that in the coffee shop he had been frequenting since he’d moved here. Loki huffed, trying to push her out of his mind as he sank into the large brown chesterfield couch in his office.
He sat quietly for a moment, refocusing his attention on his surroundings. Naturally, he had been able to get himself the best office on campus. After thousands of years, humans were still easily manipulated into giving him what he wanted. His office was tucked away in the library building, where it was quiet. It was also huge, with large windows overlooking the south quad. Loki hated to admit that the view was gorgeous, and that he had started to get attached to this space. This had become his sanctuary when he was on campus. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as his head rested on the back of the couch.
Five years down. They had been the longest in his life. And he still had no idea how much longer he’d be here. Twenty years? Fifty years? While the time should go quickly for the former god, the days were feeling longer, and a sense of restlessness had taken hold of him.
He would’ve preferred jail to this. He could just sit and read. Instead, he was made to get a job. Like a peasant. Odin knew exactly what he was doing when he delivered this punishment.
On top of the mundane life that Loki now led, he felt bound up not being able to use his magic. It was as if someone had tied his arms behind his back– the feeling of the phantoms of magic tingling his fingertips, never to truly form. Yes, he still knew his spells. He still had the innate knowledge of a divine magic user– but Odin had stripped him of the ability to use it. It was as useless to him as it was to mortals.
A new fear had begun to creep into the back of his mind over the past few months– that he would never have his magic returned. That he may remain mortal forever. That fear was the worst that plagued Loki, and he pushed it away to the farthest reaches of his mind, locked tight in a box he tried to ignore.
His dreams of late had taken him to previous battles, or chaotic cosmic events where he was able to truly be himself. But the reality of his life now was that there was no excitement, no thrills that satisfied him.
He had tried to fill this void when he first arrived by partying and fucking nearly half the city. Debauchery had been a great distraction, but that enthusiasm waned over time. Then he started joining dojos and trying to get accepted into local weapons clubs. He was quickly kicked out of all of them– mortal men do not like being shown up by a 1200 year old former god. And Loki wasn’t challenged, it was just too easy. He briefly missed Thor– he was a formidable opponent to spar with.
Whenever Thor was on Earth, he would text Loki, reaching out to check in. Loki ignored those texts. It was bad enough that the Avengers would sometimes send someone to check in on him, showing up nonchalantly and disrupting his class. It was a reminder that he was in prison, and they were his jailors. Loki sneered a look of disgust thinking about their patronizing attitude. Everyone– Thor, the Avengers, SHIELD– was waiting to see him fuck up. Make one mistake, then he’s done. Odin would have no qualms with bringing Loki’s life to an unceremonious end.
But Loki had stayed here this long, and one day, he’ll be out of here. He just needed to ignore this new, clawing feeling of agitation that had begun to grow in the last couple of months.
Loki had also changed a small amount since he had been banished here, and he knew it. Softened. He had even begun to enjoy some of the student’s conversations last year. So maybe the growing feeling of unease was because he knew he was changing? Or was it the mischief– calling to him, urging him to cause disruption again? He had walked the straight and narrow for years…it was exhausting fighting against his own nature constantly. And boring.
He hummed thoughtfully to himself as he relaxed in the warm yellow glow of the room, picking up the class roster and reviewing the list of names. Twenty five students, full class again. At least half of them would be gone by the end of the semester. They normally started off the year excited, asking him a bunch of inane questions in the beginning (this year he was going to start the first class with an FAQ to get those out of the way).
But once they saw how rigorous the class was, and learned about Loki’s high standards, most dropped the class. Last year he was lucky to have a few very enthusiastic students who seemed genuinely interested in Asgard. It was often a mix of students who just wanted to brag about being there, those who were trying to fuck him (or trying to fuck Thor somehow), or lazy students who were taking the class because their parents made them.
Loki stood and walked over to his record player, pulling out a favorite recording of Caprices of Paginini, and put it on, sighing. He stepped over to his large mahogany desk and opened his laptop for the first time since school had let out in May.
He had spent the summer as he did every year on Midgard– exploring the far reaches of the planet. He figured that if he was stuck here, he may as well approach this realm with scholarly zeal. The planet had pleasantly surprised him in its range of biomes, cultures, sights, and foods. Somewhere along the line, Loki began to appreciate parts of living on Earth. He wouldn’t dare say it out loud, but there were some things he truly enjoyed that humans had produced.
He spent a few minutes reviewing his emails, nothing of much importance that he had to respond to. They wanted him to do another speaker night, of course. That was a big donor night. And the librarian, Ms. Warren, who had a very obvious crush on him, informed him of the new literature they had stocked for the year. Nothing interesting there.
Loki unceremoniously closed the computer, bored with its contents. His thoughts drifted again to the young woman in the coffee shop, spitting attitude and disrespect towards him. He felt his irritation building back in his chest. She was a nobody, and she dared to speak to him like that. Why did it bother him so much?
Summary: Charlotte goes out with some friends and runs into Loki.
Warnings: 18+, smut
Masterlist / Ao3
The pulsating beat of a synth-pop classic reverberated through the club, the lights casting everyone in a wash of neon blues and pinks. Charlotte stood at the bar as she waited for her drink, a rum and coke that seemed to take an eternity to arrive.
As she caught her breath and pulled sweat dampened hair behind her ears, she turned to survey the crowd. The night had been exactly what she needed, a brief escape from the tense annoyance that her life had become. She had really been enjoying dancing and laughing with her friends, living the life she had meant to have when she had moved here.
Charlotte turned back around to pay her bartender, and sipped on her watered down drink with mild disappointment. Her eyes searched for her friends and their roommates, but they had disappeared into the crowd.
“Hello, Miss Baker,” a low voice greeted her from behind. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck raise. Charlotte froze, her breath hitching in her throat. That voice, unmistakably his, seemed to vibrate straight to her core.
Oh no.
She slowly turned to see Professor Laufeyson, his tall frame a shadow amongst the throngs of club-goers, his black tailored suit making him stand out. His tie was absent tonight, giving a glimpse of pale skin that Charlotte had never seen. Even though she wore heels, he was still taller than her.
“Hi Professor–,” she blurted out, the syllables catching on a rogue ice cube, conspiring with the fizzy soda to induce a spluttering cough. Her hand flew to her mouth, eyes watering as the drink went down the wrong pipe.
She coughed for a moment, clearing her throat and turning from him as she set her drink down with more force than she intended. She was a mess and he had only been standing here for seconds.
Real cool.
“Are you alright, Miss Baker?,” he asked, concern etched in his voice as his hand gently caressed her, his fingertips on the hot skin of her exposed back. She felt herself stiffen under his touch, as she hid her face which was probably bright red right now. His proximity brought the smell of his cologne– rich deep woods and some kind of citrus filled her nostrils. He smelled rich.
“Ah, yes, sir, I'm good. I, uh, I'm just surprised to see you here,” she managed to reply, as she turned to face him, her voice edged with a nervous laugh.
Charlotte watched as his eyes skimmed over her, and she couldn't help feeling exposed. She found herself fighting the urge to pull at the hem of her short dress, suddenly conscious of how different she must look– sweaty and tarted up in her sparkly dress and tall heels. Well, at least she looked hot tonight.
She caught the subtle movement of his tongue against his lip, an action so fleeting yet loaded with intention as his eyes raked over her form. A warmth crept up Charlotte's neck, her skin prickling with the awareness of his proximity. She could feel the sexual tension between them, thick in the air as it clung to the two of them. Oh god how she wanted to grab him and kiss him right now.
“Yes, my date Mary recommended it,” he said, his eyes flickering back to hers.
Charlotte felt her heart sink, his casual mention of a date felt like a splash of cold water in her face. She suddenly felt angry. Jealous.
"Are you here with someone?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Uh, yes– I mean, no– just Ryan and his girlfriend," she stammered, her words tumbling out awkwardly loud as she took another sip of her drink and looked away. She could feel the weight of his gaze still resting upon her, but she couldn’t meet it.
“You look quite different tonight, Miss Baker. Quite stunning, in fact,” her professor complimented, not taking his eyes off of her.
“Thanks, I thought so!,” she shot back, her eyes darting to meet his again with renewed frustration.
Why is he doing this to me?
“It is a pity you are alone, no one to share this evening with…,” he casually commented as he raised his hand to flag down the bartender. Charlotte felt her blood begin to boil again, it was so easy for him to get under her skin.
“I don’t need your pity, sir,” she replied, her voice barbed with the same tone she had used in the coffee shop. He looked into her eyes with calmness, though Charlotte could see something different. Hunger.
“And what is it you do want, Miss Baker?,” he asked, his voice deeper now. His eyes slowly trailed down her chest, then back up to meet her eyes.
I want you.
“I just want…to blow off some steam. It's been tense, you know?,” she continued the double entendre.
“Hm, and is this semester frustrating? Why is that?,” he replied, his tone intense and calculating.
“Actually I think you know why this has been frustrating for me, Professor,” venom again seeping into her voice.
A devious smile spread across his face as he continued to stare down at Charlotte when he received his martini and his date’s drink. Charlotte picked her drink back up, chugging another gulp, hoping to finish and get away from this situation as quickly as possible. She was ready to fuck him right here in front of everyone, and she needed to get away. Fast.
A woman walked over to Loki, statuesque and dressed in a stylish jumpsuit that complimented her hourglass figure perfectly, “I changed my mind, I’d like a cosmo, Loki,” she wrapped her arm around him as she looked at Charlotte expectantly.
A drop in her stomach triggered more tension in Charlotte’s body.
“Mary, this is one of my students, Charlotte Baker. Charlotte, this is Mary.” Seeing this beautiful woman standing in front of her was a slap from the reality of the situation– he already had a girlfriend. He was just toying with Charlotte for fun.
"Hi," Charlotte managed a weak smile, her hand extending automatically for a shake that felt more like an admission of defeat.
"Nice to meet you," Mary said, her voice carrying a melody that matched her flawless appearance. Loki looked between the two women with a calm demeanor as he sipped his martini.
"Likewise," Charlotte muttered awkwardly, her stomach churned with a cocktail of envy and self-consciousness. This was quickly becoming one of the most excruciating nights of her life.
"Are you having fun?" Mary's question was polite but unnecessary. Had she noticed the tension when she arrived?
"So much!," Charlotte lied as she gave Mary a strained grin that she hoped conveyed at least a sliver of sincerity. She thought she caught the briefest flash of amusement flicker across Professor Laufeyson’s face.
“Hey Charlotte!,” a man’s voice called out over the loud bass of a song starting.
Oh God, make it stop.
“Ohh hi…-” she struggled to recall the name of the guy walking up who was Ryan’s roommate.
“Jake!,” he chimed in cheerfully as he sidled up next to her.
“Jake! Hey!,” Charlotte knew this was her exit and she was going to take it. She swore she could feel her professor’s intense stare on her as she turned to face her new friend.
“This is a great place! When you’re done with your drink, do you want to dance?”
“Would love to!,” she quickly glanced at her teacher, hoping Mary didn’t notice. She was just so mad at him. Mad at his behavior in the last couple of weeks. At this situation she found herself in. She couldn’t take it anymore.
Charlotte lifted her drink and chugged the last bit of it in one gulp, desperate to get away from the gorgeous couple.
“Well, have a good night!,” she faked sincerity, avoiding Laufeyson’s eyes as she quickly abandoned her company and pushed through the crowd, pulling Jake by the arm.
Charlotte joined Jake on the dancefloor, away from the bar but still at an angle where she could see her professor. She didn’t know why she was even dancing with this guy– what was his name again? Rage built inside of her all over again. She knew her professor wanted to fuck her. She saw how he looked at her just now. Hips rolling to the beat, she fought the urge to look back at him, just to see if he was jealous.
Jake’s hands began to wander to her hips and she didn’t even care. She closed her eyes and focused on the music, trying to drown out her feelings and anger. Her eyes slipped open and she dared to look towards the bar, towards her professor’s direction– he stood there, talking to Mary, but his eyes glanced in her direction. Good.
The song began to wind down, and Charlotte noticed Jake’s hand was still on her hip, and he looked down at her with a hopeful smile.
“Wow, soo, next one?,” Jake asked as the next song began to fade in, the crowd screaming at the pop classic.
“Oh thanks, but um, I really should get going. Thanks for the dance,” Charlotte blanked on his name again as she gently punched his shoulder playfully like she would a brother.
His face looked confused as she turned around and headed for the exit. This was enough for one night, too much. Her body was thrumming with anger, lust, excitement– she needed to get out of here.
Charlotte's pulse hammered in her ears, a wild rhythm that matched her hastening steps as she darted through the exit door. It swung wide with her forceful push, its hinges releasing a creak before it slammed shut behind her with a thunderous clap. The narrow alley, bathed in the warm glow of a flickering streetlight, welcomed her escape.
Charlotte inhaled deeply, the cool night air filling her lungs like a balm after the stifling atmosphere of the club. She took a few unsteady steps further down the alley, not quite sure what she was going to do next. Should she go back in and act like this was no big deal? Just leave and go home?
After a moment, Charlotte paused and leaned back against the brick wall, anchoring herself as the cold air hit her flushed skin. She felt the build-up in her chest, a pressure that demanded release. All her frustration bubbled to the surface at once, a potent cocktail of anger, embarrassment, and lust. Her thoughts circled relentlessly, picking at the wound of what she'd witnessed inside.
Damnit, why did he have to be here? And how does he have this hold over her? Why does he piss her off so much??
"AAUUGHH!", the scream ripped from her throat, raw and unguarded, shattering the silence that had wrapped around her. The sound bounced off the brick walls of the buildings, a momentary echo of her frustration before dissipating into the night.
Charlotte pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes, willing the haunting image of sexy Professor Laufeyson tonight from her mind's eye. "Fucking hell," she muttered, defeat creeping in.
The sudden sound of a door opening jarred her from her thoughts, making her jump. Her eyes darted to the exit, landing on Professor Laufeyson as he stepped out into the alleyway, the heavy door slamming shut behind him with an echo.
Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him step fully into the alleyway. The silence stretched between them, and Charlotte became distressingly aware of every detail of the moment: the distant wail of a siren somewhere in the city, the faint scent of his cologne carried on the night breeze, the way her heart pounded so hard she was certain he must hear it.
His gaze held her captive, the blue of his irises just a small ring around his dark pupils. The dim light caught on the sharp line of his jaw, the hollow beneath his cheekbones creating valleys of shadow that made him appear otherworldly. Against the darkness of the alley, his pale skin took on an alabaster quality, as if carved from marble by a sculptor with a preference for beautiful but cruel gods. He belonged in this dark alley, not the bright lights of the classroom. This is where he was truly Loki Laufeyson.
Charlotte felt her stomach clench. What was he doing out here? Had he followed her?
“Are you okay, Charlotte?,” he slowly approached her, hands in his pockets. His expression remained inscrutable, a mask of controlled intensity that revealed nothing of his thoughts.
"Yea, I'm fine," she replied, the shakiness in her voice betraying her lie. Charlotte forced herself to maintain eye contact with him.
A smile, slow and knowing, curved Loki's lips. Not the polite, professional smile he offered in class, but something older, more dangerous. “I was the God of lies, Charlotte– you cannot deceive me. You’re clearly in distress. And why is that?”
“You know why,” she glared at him, realizing she didn’t mean to say those words out loud. Heat rushed to her cheeks, embarrassment mingling with the sexual ache already coursing through her veins.
“Why? What could possibly have you screaming into the night with such frustration?,” his footsteps whispered across the pavement, a predator’s silent approach as he walked towards her, closing the gap between them.
His body gracefully closed in on her, close enough for her to feel the warmth radiating from his body in the cool night. He raised his arm, resting it against the wall beside her head as he looked down at her. Charlotte tilted her head back to maintain eye contact, a rush of heat flooding her desperate cunt. She was so wet for him.
Her professor’s other hand rose, gently brushing against Charlotte's flushed cheek, bringing a row of goosebumps to prickle at her skin. "What do you want, Charlotte?," he asked, his voice deeper as he repeated his question from the bar.
This was it, he was making her say it. She was so angry, but so incredibly turned on, feeling her panties begin to moisten under his scrutinizing gaze that had her in a trance.
She shouldn’t do it. She really shouldn’t.
"Say it," he commanded, stepping closer so his powerful body pushed against hers, pinning her between him and the wall while a muscular thigh pushed between her legs, grazing her dripping cunt. It was too much and not enough all at once.
She didn’t care who saw. She didn’t care about anything anymore except him. She needed him now. Every inch of her body hummed with anticipation, with need for his cock.
“I want you to fuck me, Professor Laufeyson,” she admitted in a quiet voice. His jaw clenched, conflict evident in every line of his face for a brief moment. Something shifted in his eyes then– a darkening, a surrender to whatever had been holding him back.
Then in a flash, his lips were on hers, hungry and desperate as his large hands forcefully cupped her jawline. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, and she bent to his will, kissing back back fiercely, their tongues massaging each other with exploration.
His kisses were aggressive, claiming her mouth, tasting her with a fire she had never felt before. Vodka, mint, and something else she couldn’t place invaded her senses as the world around them vanished. She moaned into him as she felt one of his hands move from her face to grope her ass while the other massaged her breast, his body pushed against her so hard she nearly felt out of breath. This wasn’t just lust, this was desperation, a burning need that she could feel through his kisses and rough dragging of his hands over her body.
Charlotte's arms snaked around his neck, her trembling fingers tangling in the dark silk of his hair like she’d wanted to do since they met. Gently pulling his hair as they kissed, her leg instinctively raised around his hip, and she thrust against him. The movement drew a deep groan from him, and she could feel his hard cock pushing against her through his pants, hot and insistent.
A brief chill swept over her as he urgently pulled her dress above her hips, exposing her thighs and backside to the cold autumn night. His large hand moved swiftly to her soaking panties, cupping her sex and gently squeezing. She squealed at the sensation, and gasping for air, broke their kiss.
“This is all for me, isn’t it?,” he growled, his voice lower than she had ever heard it, causing more heat to flush to her core. His eyes remained on hers, his black hair messy from her fingers, a damp curl hanging over his forehead. Her red lipstick, a deep blood red in the dark, smeared across his lips, contrasting his pale skin. He looked amazing.
“Yes…,” she panted, her mind dizzy with all consuming lust, ready to do whatever he wanted.
Long, expert fingers quickly removed her panties, dropping them to her ankles, and she stepped out of them as quickly as she could without tripping.
“Yes, what?” One hand turned her chin towards his, forcing her to continue looking at him. His fiery stare did not relent as his fingers glided softly across her sensitive lips, wet with arousal. She felt another needy wave of heat throughout her body– he was hypnotic and deeply intense, and she couldn’t look away as she shivered under his touch.
“Oh…uhh…yes…sir?,” her heady reply came as he began to gently massage her clit, making her head spin.
“That’s better, Miss Baker,” he grinned devilishly. Oh god he was kinky. She knew it.
He seemingly maintained his composure as she heard the click of his belt buckle, unzip of his fly, and in one fluid motion, her professor lifted her, his hands gripping the backs of her thighs and ass as he pinned her against the brick wall. Charlotte wrapped her legs around his strong hips as her body trembled with anticipation– she felt exposed, vulnerable, and she didn’t care.
Their eyes locked as he positioned his thick tip at her entrance, and she felt grateful to finally feel his swollen dick at her dripping slick like she’d been fantasizing about for months.
Loki’s features grew stern with concentration, his jaw clenched as she watched him fight for control. Time seemed to slow as he entered her, inch by delicious inch. His eyebrows knitting and teeth gritting, she could see the relief wash over him as he slowly pushed his rigid length inside of her, and Charlotte gasped. He was huge, of course.
"Ohh God..." The deep moan erupted from her chest unbidden, and her eyes fluttered closed as she clung to his strong shoulders. The fullness was overwhelming, entwined with a small tinge of pain, intense in a way that made coherent thought impossible. All she could focus on was the sensation of him inside her, stretching her, completing her.
Loki thrust again, gently but deeper this time, drawing another raspy moan from her lips in unison with his own loud groan. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his suit jacket, seeking purchase as pleasure rippled through her.
Another roll of his hips, and he bottomed out inside of her, the sensation drawing a loud, unrestrained groan from deep in his chest. His thick cock was entirely sheathed, impossibly deep inside of her as he pushed himself as far as he could, her wetness coating him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice husky with concern despite the obvious strain of his restraint as he panted against her ear.
"So... big..." was all she could manage. She clung to him for support, her inner muscles fluttering around him as they adapted. She had never felt so full, it was exquisite.
A small chuckle rumbled from Loki's chest as his hips jerked harder. "You'll adjust," he purred against her ear. "I'll make sure of it."
Her professor’s hips began to move in a steady rhythm– his thrusts were hard, insistent as he took what he wanted from Charlotte, reaching depths she had never felt before, filling her perfectly.
Trailing his nose down her neck as he fucked her against the wall, his breath puffed against her skin, sending chills down her spine. The desperate erotic heat between them heightened her senses as her fingers tightened on his suit.
The clink of his belt rattling joined their illicit moans as they echoed off of the bricks. “This is what you’ve wanted, isn’t it?? To be fucked by your professor?,” he spat as his hips snapped against hers, each movement seemingly pushing him deeper inside of her, where he belonged.
"Yes- yes sir!," she whined feverishly. His polished accent spilling out filthy words drove her mad with desire, she could feel herself gushing over it. He was so raw, so dirty. The heat was building inside as his cock hit her g-spot with a relentless pace, making her feel like she would be split in two. She knew she wasn’t going to last long tonight.
He sucked and licked at her neck while she kept her eyes tightly closed, focusing on the moment. Her back scraped painfully against the rough texture of bricks, but the discomfort paled against the heat of his body, the urgency of his touch– fucking her in the dark alley, filthy and clandestine.
Strong hands dug into the flesh of her ass as Loki held her in place, pistoning into her harshly. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, you needed me to fuck you and have my way with you.”
“Yess…sir,” she half moaned in a cock drunk haze. Charlotte felt owned, claimed in the most primal way, and the realization sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through her as she clenched around him.
"You like the risk, don't you?" he asked, his voice rough in her ear. "The chance of being caught with your professor's cock buried inside you. Such a naughty bitch.” He was utterly filthy. The pressure inside her was built by his words, like a spring coiling tighter and tighter, ready to release with explosive force.
“I’m going to come inside this tight little cunt and you’re going to take it all, do you hear me?,” his tone was wild, gravely, as his control unraveled.
“Yes sir! Oh fuck, yes sir!,” she whined, her thighs tensing as she felt the wave coming. She could feel her walls tightening around him, strangling his hard cock as he plunged inside of her.
"Good girl," he praised as he fucked her, urging her towards the precipice. The muscles in her abdomen and thighs tensed with each grind of his hips, her body slick with sweat from the exertion. She could feel his pace faltering, his restraint collapsing as he continued to talk dirty.
"You're going to come for me. Going to come on my cock, right here in this alley, where anyone might walk by and see what a filthy little thing you are."
His words, combined with a particularly well-angled thrust, pushed Charlotte over the edge, her body responding instinctively to his dominance. She was dimly aware of the sounds she was making– high, broken cries that echoed off the walls surrounding them as waves of pleasure crashed through her body. Her inner muscles clenched around him, pulsing with the force of her climax while colors exploded behind her closed eyelids, her body arching into his as ecstasy washed over her in relentless waves. Her body convulsed as her back arched off the wall, her body seeking to take him deeper.
Her wet walls tightening around him seemed to break something in Loki and he groaned loudly– a deep, guttural sound that seemed torn from the very core of him. Bucking into her with sloppy thrusts he became more desperate as he chased his own completion, sending more cascading waves of pleasure through her writhing body. Her body was on fire, reeling in ecstasy as he fucked her like a degenerate beast.
His body tensed and his hands gripped her ass with bruising intensity, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he held her in place for his increasingly frantic movements. With one final, powerful thrust, he came hard inside her, his hoarse growl echoing off of the walls in the alley. He buried himself in her to the root, his cock pulsing as he spilled into her in slow, insistent waves. The sensation was so intense that Charlotte gasped, her own body clenching around him involuntarily, milking every shudder and twitch.
His ragged moans came hot and damp against her shoulder, warming her skin in contrast to the cool night air. The weight of him pressing her against the wall, the continued fullness of him inside her even as he began to soften, the lingering tremors that passed between them, were pure bliss as they came down from their high.
Then his sweaty forehead came to rest against hers, their heated breath mingling in the scant space between them. Charlotte felt the aftershocks of her orgasm rippling through her body, small tremors that made her cling to him. She opened her eyes, feeling a deep need to see him in this state.
His black hair clung to his sweat-dampened forehead, and his eyes, when they flashed open to meet hers, were dark with desire, pupils blown wide. The sight of him so undone sent another rush of heat pooling in her cunt.
As they quietly caught their breath, the night air suddenly pressed in around them, cold and sharp, and the sounds of the city now seemed to get louder. His scent surrounded her, and she committed it to memory. Even if this never happened again, she wanted to savor this moment, to keep it pristine in her mind to replay again and again.
Loki lowered her carefully to the ground, his hands steady despite the tremors she could feel running through his body. Her legs felt wobbly, uncooperative, and she leaned against the wall for support as she felt how sore her thighs were from straining against his hips. He remained close, his body still shielding hers from the outside world, one hand braced against the brick beside her head again.
He leaned down and kissed her again, slowly, deeply. His tongue was gentler now, soothing rather than claiming, and she melted into him. When he pulled back, a small smirk played at his lips– a glimmer of his usual self returning, though his eyes remained soft with a satisfaction that mirrored her own.
Charlotte found herself beaming at him, a giddy relief washing over her. She was in shock that this had actually happened.
Silence settled between them, comfortable yet charged with the weight of what they'd just done. Charlotte pulled her dress back down as she watched Loki run a hand through his disheveled hair, attempting to restore some semblance of the polished man he was.
His eyes never left her face while she tugged at the hem of her dress, smoothing out wrinkles. There was no regret in his eyes, no shame– only a quiet satisfaction that matched the warmth blooming in her chest. They had crossed a line, yet Charlotte couldn't bring herself to care. Not when her body still hummed with pleasure, not when she could still taste him.
A sly grin tilted on his lips and he nodded, “See you on Tuesday, Miss Baker.”
Charlotte nodded, not trusting her voice just yet. She watched as he turned back toward the exit, his stride confident and unhurried as he returned to the club– and presumably to his date. A pang of jealousy flickered through her, quickly replaced by a smug satisfaction.
Then she turned toward the street, stepping out of the alley and back into the regular flow of the city night as she pulled her sweat soaked hair to one side. Her still wobbly steps took her towards the coat check of the club to get her things so she could go home.
That had been, without question, the hottest experience of her life. Thoroughly fucked out and satisfied, for the first time in months, she didn’t feel the need to overanalyze everything, or worry about what was going to come next. For now, she would bask in the afterglow of being fucked by Loki Laufeyson.
Is there a sex scene/kink you'd like to read in LYHOM?
As I've been writing the second act, I thought it’d be fun to hear what filthy things y'all would like to read Professor Laufeyson and Charlotte get into!
So what does Professor Laufeyson like?
He’s a Dom through and through! Dirty talk, degrading language, rough stuff, choking, bondage, cum play, exhibitionism, voyeurism...I mean, he's a dirty man who's really up for anything.
Is there a sex act, kink or situation you’d like to read? Send me an Anon with your request! I'll take submissions through June 30 & write my favorite request into the fic!
Now let's all take a pause to look at this erotically stern man🥵:
Summary: Charlotte goes to Loki's house for dinner W/C 6.5k
Warnings: 18+, smut, soft dom, Loki likes to be praised
Masterlist / Ao3
Charlotte pressed her lips together, distributing the deep plum lipstick she’d bought just for tonight. She had spent more time on her hair, softening the loose curls that tumbled over her bare shoulders. Her smoky eye makeup had taken three YouTube tutorials and a steady hand she hadn’t known she possessed, but it worked out better than she’d hoped.
Nervously giving herself a final once over in the mirror, Charlotte smoothed her hands down the sides of her dress. She had to admit, she was looking incredibly hot. Her new little black dress was doing wonders for her small frame, and accentuated her chest seductively. She looked...different. Mature. Desirable.
A brief concern swept through her as she examined herself in the mirror: would it be the same tonight? Sneaking around and nearly being caught had been thrilling. But would their connection be gone if it was just the two of them in bed like a normal couple?
There was only one way to find out, and she was ready.
Charlotte had tried to look at Loki’s house on Google Maps, but it was obscured by woods surrounding the property. The drive was longer than she’d expected, on winding back roads where gated driveways interspersed between the woods. She couldn’t even listen to music, needing the silence to calm her nerves. The further she drove away from the city, the more her anticipation built.
She pulled up to a gate at the address, punching in the code Loki had given her into the small metal box. The wrought iron gates swung open with silent precision, and she slowly drove up the path, the woods thick on either side.
As it cleared, she saw the view of his house. No, mansion. Castle? It looked old, and felt like generational wealth. Three stories of pale stone gleamed like pearl in the waning light. Tall windows, at least a dozen across the front facade alone, reflected the darkening sky. It was beautiful. And entirely too large for just him. How could he afford this?
“Good lord…,” Charlotte whispered, her car idling at the edge of the front courtyard.
Leave it to Loki to live like a Prince even when he’s just a professor. This is ridiculous.
She parked in front of a three-car garage whose doors were fashioned to look like the stables they’d probably once been. Her beat up Honda looked pathetically out of place, like a stray mongrel that had wandered into a purebred dog show.
Charlotte checked her lipstick again in the rearview mirror, then glanced at her overnight bag in the back seat. Would it be presumptuous to bring it in with her?
Don’t be overeager.
Maybe she’s just there for dinner and a fuck, and he’ll send her on her merry way.
Trying desperately to remain calm even though she was trembling with excitement, Charlotte stepped out of her car with just her purse and made her way to the stone steps of the house. Before she could ring the bell, one of the massive front doors swung open. Loki stood in the entrance, backlit by warm light from within. He wore black slacks and a dark green henley, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing strong forearms.
Casual Loki was way hotter than he had any right to be.
“Welcome, Miss Baker,” he smiled warmly and gestured for her to come in.
As she stepped into the foyer, her eyes glanced over the marble floors, the tall ceilings, and the chandelier above her which perfectly complemented a sweeping staircase that curved up to the second floor. This was the nicest house Charlotte had ever been in, and she began to feel a bit intimidated. Maybe that was intentional.
“Wow! This place is beautiful!”
“Thank you. It has taken time for me to get used to such a small dwelling.”
Charlotte couldn’t suppress a laugh. “You’re kidding, right? Just how big is that palace you grew up in?”
“Much bigger than this, I can assure you,” his hands reached for her hips, pulling her closer to his body. “You look stunning, darling.”
Darling? He’s never called her that before. Charlotte blushed as she looked into his eyes, seeing nothing but desire and peace. No tension. He planted a slow kiss on her lips, and she curled into him, placing her hands on his strong chest. She could feel his cock against her stomach. Hard already. God he was insatiable.
She could feel the heat rising inside of her as he explored her mouth, only to have him break the kiss as her hips gently thrusted against his. “I’d fuck you right now, but dinner is almost ready. Are you hungry?”
“Yes, definitely.” She cleared her throat and followed him through an arched doorway, her attention again turning to appreciate the grandness of the house. It was obviously at least a hundred years old, and taken care of by someone who had appreciated the architecture.
Stone countertops stretched along one wall in the kitchen, interrupted by a commercial-grade range where several pots simmered. Tall windows looked out over what appeared to be gardens, though darkness had swallowed most of the details.
Rich aromas filled the air– herbs, butter, and something savory that made Charlotte’s mouth water. She inhaled deeply, realizing she’d been too nervous to eat much during the day.
Loki moved to a rack built into one wall, selecting a bottle. “Wine?”
“Please.”
He poured two glasses, handing one to her before returning to the stove. The fact that he was the one doing the cooking and not a private chef or a catering company seemed so…domestic.
“I wouldn’t have pegged you for a cook,” Charlotte said playfully, taking a sip. She didn’t know anything about wine, but it was definitely higher quality than the boxed stuff she’d drink with friends.
“There are many things you’ve yet to learn about me,” Loki replied, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth as he adjusted the flame beneath a copper saucepan. “When one lives as long as I have, one develops an appreciation for life’s pleasures. Food. Wine.” His eyes flicked up to meet hers, darkening momentarily. “Other sensory experiences.”
She felt heat rise in her cheeks again as she smiled. “So what’s on the menu this evening, chef?”
“Duck confit with pommes de terre à la dauphinoise, a mesclun salad, and chocolate mousse for dessert.”
“Wow, that sounds amazing. I don’t think anyone’s ever made me dinner who wasn’t my Mom.” She chuckled, swirling the wine in her glass. “And she was a terrible cook.”
Loki’s lips quirked into a small smile as he glanced at her over his shoulder. “Well, we will rectify that this evening.” He gestured toward the high top stools. “Please, sit.”
She fought her urge to insist on helping him, instead following his lead. She watched him work for a moment, mesmerized by his confident movements. There was something intensely intimate about seeing him like this. She thought back to her infatuation that started months ago, before she was at this school. How he was partly the reason she was in this program…and how shocking it was that she was here, in his house, watching him cook for her. Her eyes wandered the large kitchen again, taking the whole scene in appreciation.
“This home is beautiful... I mean, I knew professors can make decent money, but this is…”
“It serves its purpose,” Loki said with characteristic understatement, though pleasure flickered briefly across his features at her appreciation as he turned off burners.
“Oh, c’mon, even you have to admit this is a nice house. For some reason, I pictured you in a super modern apartment or something. This is all so...surprising. How do you have money for this place?”
Charlotte immediately regretted her question. Idiot.
Loki paused, turning to face her and picked up his wine glass and took a slow, deliberate sip. His blue eyes studied her over the rim.
“Sorry... I shouldn’t have–”
“No, it’s quite alright. As always, your curiosity never wavers, kitten.” His head tilted, studying her for a minute as he smiled softly. “As you know, I have lived for over a millennium. In that time, I realized I needed to always be prepared.” His fingers traced the stem of his wine glass. “So, over the years, I had cached various types of wealth on different planets. I suppose it was destiny that I would end up in the situation that I am currently in...”
Loki’s gaze drifted to the window, to the darkening sky beyond, as if looking through it to distant worlds she would never see. “When I came to Earth, I had access to one such cache. Enough to establish this...foothold.”
He said it so casually, as if discussing storing emergency cash in a sock drawer rather than interplanetary wealth management spanning centuries. Charlotte couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her.
“Ah, that sounds about right. You always have an out, don’t you?” she joked lightheartedly.
Loki opened his large cabinets, pulling out elegant white plates and setting them on the counter and with a sigh. For a moment, something like vulnerability flickered across his features. “Well, not always,” he admitted quietly, his eyes meeting hers. “I do not have one for this.” He gestured between the two of them.
“What do you mean? This? Us?” Charlotte asked, trying to conceal any worry.
“Yes. This unconventional arrangement.” He gestured vaguely with the serving spoon as he began to plate their meal. “Our...dalliance. Something I didn’t foresee.”
Dalliance. Arrangement. His language was evasive. But what even were they, anyway?
“Do you remember the other day when I told you that I didn’t choose to work at the university?”
Charlotte nodded.
“Well, the truth about my position here is that it is punishment. I did not want to work here. I did not want to take a job on Earth. This is my prison.”
WHAT.
So he was really still a villain, not just a cranky professor? Did he still want to take over the planet? That PR conference– that she had embarrassingly watched many times– was all a big lie. What the fuck?
Steady, Charlotte.
She bit the inside of her cheek to prevent the onslaught of these questions from bursting forward, managing a quiet “Oh…”.
Loki finished plating their dinner casually, as if he wasn’t just sharing incredibly new information. “If we were to be caught, I’m not sure what would happen. I do not have a plan.”
Charlotte managed to calm her nerves, and continued the conversation with a relaxed tone. “Well, you’d definitely be fired. And I’d have a scarlet letter on my forehead…did you hear about what happened with Dr. Peterson?”
“Charlotte….” Despite the gravity of the conversation, her heart fluttered at her name on his lips again. “I do not think I would merely be fired. There’s another component to my sentencing.”
“When my- ” Loki paused, and she noticed how he caught himself, “-when Odin banished me here, he gave me explicit instructions. If I were to disobey, the repercussions would most likely be fatal. For me.”
Fatal. For me. The words landed like physical blows, and Charlotte felt her heart sink into her stomach.
“What?!” The word emerged strangled and high-pitched. “Like, he’d kill you if you got fired?! What the fuck?!”
Across the counter, Loki’s expression carried a strange mixture of resignation and bitter amusement, as if her outrage on his behalf was both expected and somehow novel.
“Well, I’m not entirely sure what I would need to do for him to bring his brand of justice upon my neck,” he said with his relaxed tone. “But I’d assume having an affair with your student and getting fired for it doesn’t follow his orders of ‘improve relations with the people of Earth’ or ‘no mischief or underhandedness’.”
“That’s…awful, Loki. I– I don’t know what to say. Maybe we shouldn’t…” Charlotte’s mind raced, trying to process and analyze all of this new information.
“Would you truly wish to stop? I understand if you do.” He looked at her with softened eyes, an expression she had never seen before on him. This was the real Loki. The realization sent a wave of warmth through her chest of the recognition of mutual vulnerability.
“No, but this is a lot more than I knew,” Charlotte continued, needing him to understand her position.
“I thought I was just sleeping with my professor– risking my academic standing, maybe causing a scandal. I don’t want to stop. But I also don't want to be responsible for–” she couldn’t complete the thought.
“My potential demise?” Loki provided, his tone lightening to ease her discomfort. “I assure you, I’ve faced worse odds throughout my considerably long existence.”
Loki carefully gathered their plates, guiding her towards his stately dining room with a large wooden table that could easily seat ten people, and he set down their dinners across from each other. “This is not a burden you bear alone, Charlotte. The choice to pursue this was mutual, and the risk is mine to accept. If Odin wished me truly safe from all temptation, he chose a poor punishment indeed,” he joked, winking at her and gesturing for her to sit on the ornately carved chair.
Charlotte sat across from him, her eyes not leaving his perfectly handsome face. The sharp angles of his features softened in the warm light, revealing not just the beauty that had initially attracted her but the character beneath– the intelligence, the pride, the loneliness, the determination that had allowed him to survive centuries of complex existence.
She couldn’t give this up.
“We won’t be discovered,” Loki said, confidently. “We will continue to be smart, not see each other on campus. No eye fucking in class. It will be fine, I assure you.”
She knew he was right. He had survived hundreds of years, interplanetary battles, and god knows what else. There was something in his certainty that steadied her own racing thoughts, like finding solid ground after being adrift. Whatever this thing was between them, he could handle it. She smiled at him, reassured.
“Now eat your dinner, I have plans for you this evening.” he winked rakishly.
Dinner had been exquisite, of course– Loki clearly didn’t do things half assed, and their meal proved that. Charlotte had taken small, measured bites, trying to limit herself as she thought of the physical exertion that awaited her later.
Their meal together had been surprisingly comfortable, their conversation flowed like the deep burgundy wine between them. She had found herself leaning forward, chin resting on her palm, as he described the golden spires of Asgard catching the light of twin moons. And his eyes– those impossibly blue pools– crinkled at the edges as he smiled when her voice got animated describing ice fishing with her father.
It felt good. Strangely, wonderfully normal.
The candlelight cast shadows on the sharp angles of his face as he spoke, and Charlotte remembered the magazine cover that had first captured her attention years ago. She had been crushing on this man since before she came to this school, so for better or for worse, she knew she was in this; villain or not.
And now, with his hand on her back as he led her to his room, her casual comfort dissolved into a heady mixture of anticipation and nervousness. She was at his house, and they had freedom. Freedom to go slow, to be as loud as they wanted. She felt a deep, intense need inside of her to please him. To run her hands over his body, suck his cock, and hear him groan loudly as she rode him. And that’s just what she was going to do.
The house had fallen quiet after dinner, their conversation giving way to a charged silence that seemed to crackle between them like static electricity. She could feel the wetness in her panties already, his seduction working on her perfectly. He guided her toward the end of the hallway, where a set of double doors stood slightly ajar. Loki pushed them open to reveal his bedroom, and Charlotte couldn’t suppress a quiet “Wow.”
Like the rest of the house, the room was massive– easily three times the size of her entire apartment. Dark walls and recessed lighting gave the room a moody but still warm quality. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the darkened woods, moonlight streaming in to cast elongated shadows across the hardwood floor and a king sized bed. A fireplace– not lit– occupied another wall, its mantle adorned with objects that looked ancient and possibly magical– small statues, a dagger with an ornate hilt. The room felt grand, otherworldly, and just like Loki.
“Is it what you expected?,” his voice behind her was deep, his fingers gently brushing her hair off of her shoulder.
“No…but I never know what to expect with you…” She turned to him, unable to suppress a wicked smile as she stepped backward into his room while pulling him close by his hips. “You know, this past month has just been amazing.” Her fingers traced idle patterns against the front of his shirt as she looked up at him through her lashes. “I want to thank you for the wonderful meal, Loki. And for everything else.”
“Oh, and how would you do that?” Loki grinned, tilting his head to the side in that particular way that made her heart skip.
Charlotte answered by closing the distance between them, pressing her lips to his firmly, and her mouth opened against his, tongue seeking entrance that he immediately granted. His hands found her waist and pulled her closer, eliminating the remaining space between their bodies. Charlotte felt the solid wall of his chest against her breasts, the heat of him penetrating through the layers of their clothing.
His hands slid lower, fingers spreading to cup and squeeze her ass possessively. The pressure drew a soft sound from her throat that he swallowed with his kiss, his lips curving slightly in satisfaction.
Charlotte broke the kiss, her intense need to explore his body bubbling up inside of her. She nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his scent deeply. His gentle touch of cologne, combined with his familiar smell was more intoxicating than any liquor on earth.
Her tongue darted out to taste his skin, tracing the strong column of his neck. She then slowly dragged her lips along the path, and she felt him swallow, his breathing changing subtly as she explored this sensitive area. Charlotte allowed her teeth to graze lightly against his neck, and Loki’s hands tightened on her ass in response. A moan escaped her lips and onto his skin, and she felt her cunt clench around his absence, which she tried to ignore.
One of her hands slid up his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath the soft fabric of his shirt. She traced the contours of his chest, the broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist, before her fingers tangled in the silky strands of his hair. God how she loved to wrap her fingers in his hair.
Her other hand wandered downward, tracing the lean line of his torso until she reached the waistband of his trousers. Loki’s breathing deepened as her hand moved lower, palming the hard length of him through the fine wool. She continued her attention to his neck, kissing and licking a path up to his ear while her hand pressed more firmly against his hard cock. She lightly nipped his earlobe, and he grunted softly in her ear.
“Is this how you show gratitude, Miss Baker?” Loki’s voice had dropped an octave.
“It’s a start.” She squeezed him through his trousers, feeling him throb against her palm. “I have so much more to thank you for.”
“Show me,” he commanded softly, releasing his hold on her.
Slowly, deliberately, Charlotte sank to her knees before him, maintaining eye contact as she descended onto the hardwood. It was unforgiving on her knees, but all her attention was focused on the man above her, on the way his pupils dilated at her submissive posture.
She looked up the length of his body, taking in the sight of him looming above her– he appeared every inch a god– beautiful, terrible, powerful. Yet he responded to her touch like any man would.
Her fingers worked at his belt, unfastening it with less grace than she’d intended. Charlotte reached inside, her fingers finding the smooth, hot length of him through the fine fabric of his underwear. The heat that pumped in her veins pushed forward a desperate need to praise him, thank him, and worship him.
“You know, I think about you all the time,” she confessed, “...and even when you fuck me, I still can’t get enough. Like a drug.”
“Do you now? Tell me more.” he encouraged, his voice rough with desire.
Freeing his thick shaft from its confines, and without breaking eye contact, Charlotte leaned forward and ran her tongue slowly along the underside of his cock, from base to tip, a broad, flat stroke that made him hiss between clenched teeth. She reached the sensitive head and circled it deliberately, sliding her tongue in the slit at the tip and tasting the first drops of his essence.
Loki let out a low moan, the sound reverberating through the quiet room and sending a flood of heat between Charlotte’s legs, her body responding instantly to his pleasure. She was soaking for him before they’d even properly begun.
His pupils were dilated, turning his eyes nearly black as he looked down at her through the curtain of his hair that had fallen forward, framing his face in inky darkness. “You’re so incredibly sexy, sir.” She felt his cock throb in her hand, a pulse of lust shooting through his veins. Oh he did like to be complimented. Just as she had thought he might.
Her hand established a slow, rhythmic pump at the base while her tongue continued its exploration. Charlotte took his cock into her mouth with deliberate slowness, and his taste filled her senses again, that unique flavor that was distinctly Loki. She used her hand in concert with her mouth, creating a continuous sensation along his entire length. When her lips reached the head again, she pulled the foreskin down gently and danced her tongue around the exposed tip, focusing on the most sensitive areas. Above her, Loki’s breathing grew heavier and his hips shifted slightly, unconsciously seeking more of the wet heat of her mouth.
“Keep talking, kitten,” he urged, his voice huskier than she’d ever heard it, strained with pleasure. “Tell me more about how you can’t get enough.” The command sent a surge of heat between Charlotte’s thighs and she pressed them together, seeking some relief from the building pressure as her own arousal intensified. There was something insanely hot about him demanding she praise him.
“What would you like to hear?” she asked, licking a drop of pre-cum off of the tip as she continued to stroke him with her hand. “How I can barely focus in class because I'm remembering the way your hands feel on me? Or how I wake up in the middle of the night, aching for you?”
As she spoke, she felt the veins in his cock pulse against her palm. He was impossibly hard now. His pre-cum joined her saliva, creating a slick wetness that eased the movement of her hand as she continued her steady, deliberate pace.
“All of it,” he commanded. “Every detail of your obsession.”
“I think about you at night,” she continued, her hand never stopping its steady rhythm. “When I’m alone in my bed, touching myself. I close my eyes and imagine it’s your hands on me, your mouth. Your cock filling me.”
Charlotte took him into her mouth again, this time focusing on the head, her tongue working in tight circles around the most sensitive areas as her hand pumped the shaft. Loki groaned, a deep sound that seemed to resonate through his entire body as it seemed to tense. She could tell he was going to come soon, and as much as she wanted it, she wanted him to come inside her wet cunt more.
“Sometimes I wake up from dreams of you, and I’m all sweaty and desperate, just your dirty little cockslut craving you…” she continued, her hand twisted slightly on the upstroke. She watched as he shuddered, and his hand reached towards her head to force her mouth on him. She knew she had to stop now if she wanted to take her time.
Her hand slowed and she leaned forward to suck again gently on the head, then pulled back and released it with a pop. This made his eyes flash briefly with surprise. She smiled up at him, feeling a surge of power at having momentarily caught the God of Mischief off guard. His eyes narrowed as a smirk pulled at the edge of his lip.
Rising to her feet, she placed her palms against his chest and slowly, insistently pushed him backward toward the massive bed. “May I ride your perfect cock, Professor?”
“Yes, I believe that can be arranged.”
Loki moved back toward the foot of the bed with unhurried grace, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor to reveal pale, flawless skin stretched over lean muscle. Charlotte found herself frozen in place, the air in her lungs suddenly insufficient. Fuck.
He made no attempt to hide himself as he removed the rest of his clothing, each garment discarded with the same casual disregard as the shirt. Fully naked, he was magnificent– proportioned like a classical statue brought to life, all clean lines and perfect symmetry.
Loki laid himself down on the bed, stretching out against the dark sheets that complemented his fair skin. The position displayed him fully, offering himself to her gaze without self-consciousness or hesitation. His eyes, appearing grey in the darkness of the room, watched her reaction with evident pleasure at her appreciation.
Charlotte stood transfixed at the foot of the bed. In the pale moonlight streaming through the windows, Loki appeared ethereal– even in his mortal form, he remained godlike in his beauty.
“Your turn.”
Charlotte felt a momentary flutter of insecurity, but something in his expectant gaze gave her courage. She reached behind herself, finding the zipper of her dress and drawing it downward with a slow, deliberate movement. The fabric loosened, and she allowed it to slip from her shoulders, pooling at her feet like spilled ink. Beneath, she wore black lace lingerie she’d bought for tonight– a matching set that had cost more than she’d ever spent before. Charlotte stepped out of her heels and from the darkening of Loki’s eyes, he appreciated the view.
“Beautiful creature,” Loki whispered, the words seeming to escape of their own volition.
Charlotte felt a rush of heat to her cheeks as she broke his stare and climbed onto the bed, her movements deliberately slow as she positioned herself with her knees on either side of his legs. She hovered above him, not yet making full contact as she fought to maintain her sexy composure. Loki reclined against the pillows with grace, and his eyes followed her movements with predatory focus, patient for now but with an undercurrent of hunger.
The ache to simply sink onto his throbbing length was nearly overwhelming, and as she tried to suppress the fact that she was absolutely dripping and desperate for him to fuck her senseless, Charlotte began her slow exploration of him.
“It’s nice to finally see all of you,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady despite the liquid heat pooling between her thighs. “You’ve been hiding quite the masterpiece under those suits, Professor.”
A smile curved his lips, somehow both arrogant and genuine. Even naked and seemingly yielding beneath her, Loki emanated power.
She started at his hips, her fingers tracing the bones and dips of the muscles there. She buried her face in his skin above his belly button, taking in a deep breath as her fingers explored his perfect abdominals, avoiding his hard cock laying against his flat stomach, weeping precum that glistened in the low light. The sight of it made her mouth water, but she resisted the immediate urge to taste it again. If she could stand it– if they both could– she wanted to take her time, to worship him as he deserved.
With a flattened tongue, she licked a stripe from his navel upward, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling the subtle ridges of muscle beneath. The contact drew a deep moan from Loki, the sound reverberating in his chest beneath her lips. The vibration traveled through her body, settling between her legs with devastating effect. A fresh wave of arousal flooded her already soaking center, and she felt the tickle of discomfort as her panties stuck to her lips.
The heat of his palms burned through the thin lace of her underwear as his large hands moved to her hips gently holding as she hovered above him. It occurred to Charlotte that he was being incredibly patient. And quiet. She was surprised he had stopped making demands, and was letting take her time.
Charlotte raised her eyes to meet his as her lips hovered over his sternum. He was watching her, and the intensity of his gaze stole her breath– eyes dark with desire but also something else, something almost like curiosity. Her heart pounded in her chest as she lowered her lips to his skin again, determined to continue her exploration despite her growing urgency.
She moved her attention to his right nipple, circling the hardened nub with her tongue before taking it between her lips and sucking gently. She experimented, grazing the sensitive flesh with her teeth, applying the slightest pressure. Loki’s hips bucked involuntarily, a sharp inhale hissing between his teeth. Of course he liked a little pain. He enjoyed it when she pulled his hair, too.
She kissed her way up to his neck, tracing it with her lips and tongue again. The pulse point beneath her mouth betrayed his accelerated heartbeat, the rhythm matching her own. Her mouth moved to his earlobe as it had earlier, her breath hot against the shell of his ear as she continued her unhurried exploration. But before she could continue, his voice cut through the haze of her desire.
“My patience is running thin,” he warned, and his fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, pulling her still clothed pussy against his hard length. The sudden pressure against her swollen clit tore a breathy moan from her lips. Even through the damp lace of her underwear, the contact was electric, sending jolts of pleasure arcing through her body. Charlotte’s hips moved of their own accord, grinding down against him in a desperate search for more friction, more pressure, more of everything he could give her. She could feel herself surrendering to her need for him to take control.
“My apologies, sir,” she whispered, her voice sounded foreign to her own ears– breathy, desperate. “I’m just so happy to explore your body–”
Before Charlotte could finish her apology, Loki moved with decisive swiftness. His fingers hooked into the sodden fabric of her panties, pulling the thin barrier aside with practiced efficiency while his other hand gripped her hip, positioning her above his length. She had barely registered the cool air against her exposed center when he thrust upward, impaling her on his thick cock with a single, powerful movement that drove the breath from her lungs and sent lightning coursing through every nerve in her body.
She gasped loudly into his ear, the sound transforming into a broken moan as her body stretched to accommodate him. The sudden fullness was overwhelming– she had been so wet, so ready for him that despite his thickness, he’d slid inside her with little resistance.
She crashed her mouth against his, teeth scraping his bottom lip as she kissed him fiercely, relieved at his invasion. Her tongue slid past his teeth as he responded with his own tongue, aggressively kissing her back while her hips began grinding against his.
As they kissed, Loki’s hands moved to the clasp of her bra, unhooking it easily. The garment fell away, and suddenly her bare breasts pressed against his chest, the direct skin-to-skin contact drawing moans from them both. His hands moved to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing across her hardened nipples with just enough pressure to make her gasp and arch into his touch.
She braced herself with hands on his chest, feeling the strong heartbeat beneath her palms as her eyes drifted closed. “Yes,” she breathed, rolling her hips in a small circle that made both of them gasp.
With subtle but irresistible force, he guided her movements. “That’s it, kitten,” he encouraged as she followed his lead, her body responding instinctively to his direction. “Perfect.”
Relief flooded through her at this assumption of control. She surrendered willingly to his guidance, allowing her body to follow the rhythm he established, rolling her hips to make his cock massage inside of her.
“Say my name,” Loki’s voice cut through the haze of sensation enveloping her.
One of his hands released her hip, his long finger finding her clit, the first touch against the swollen bundle of nerves nearly sending her over the edge immediately. Charlotte cried out, her back arching as the new sensation combined with the fullness of him inside her to create an almost unbearable pleasure.
“Loki!” His name escaped her lips as a desperate plea. He circled her clit with precise movements, applying just enough pressure to intensify her pleasure. Her rhythm faltered for just a moment, his hips lifting to drive himself deeper inside of her.
“Louder,” he commanded, his voice rough with his own mounting pleasure. “Let me hear how good this feels, kitten.” His fingers moved faster against her clit, creating tight circles that had her gasping and shuddering above him as her hips moved quickly, his cock thrusting inside of her at a brutal pace.
“Loki!” She cried out again, even louder this time, the syllables of his name elongated by pleasure. “Oh god, Loki, yes!” The words poured from her without conscious thought as each circle of his fingertips sent jolts of electricity through her nervous system, building the tension in her core to nearly unbearable levels. Charlotte could feel herself racing toward climax, her body priming for an explosion.
Her thighs were beginning to burn with the effort of maintaining their increasingly frantic pace, her muscles trembling with both exertion and approaching orgasm. Charlotte leaned forward, placing her hands on the bed on either side of Loki’s head. He began to piston his thick cock inside of her, both hands gripping her like a vice as he pulled her hips down onto his.
“Let go for me, let me feel you come around my cock…”
The orgasm hit Charlotte with devastating force, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Every muscle contracted simultaneously, her inner walls clamping down on Loki’s cock with a pressure that drew a guttural moan from deep in his chest. Her back arched, head thrown back, a cry tearing from her throat that held nothing back.
Loki’s hands brutally dug into her hips, his fingers pressing so hard she knew there would be bruises tomorrow. The slight pain only heightened her pleasure, and her thighs quivered uncontrollably as he continued to fuck her hard, her body bouncing on his.
Through the haze of her own pleasure, Charlotte felt Loki’s rhythm falter beneath her. His hips lifted sharply, driving his length deeper inside her as Loki came loudly, a deep groan transforming into something closer to a shout as he emptied himself inside her. The sound of his pleasure– uninhibited in a way she had never heard from him before– sent another aftershock of ecstasy through Charlotte’s still-sensitive body.
His hips continued to thrust upward, shallow but insistent movements that prolonged his pleasure and rekindled hers. Gradually, the intensity began to ebb, their movements slowing as the most powerful waves of pleasure receded. Charlotte’s breathing, which had been reduced to desperate gasps, began to steady, and she became acutely aware of her arms being tense as she held herself upright still.
She opened her eyes, looking down at the man beneath her, her hair falling around him in a messy curtain. So much for spending that time on her curls tonight.
Loki’s eyes were closed, his eyebrows drawn together in an expression of concentrated pleasure or profound thought– she couldn’t tell which. As if sensing her gaze, his eyes opened, that intense blue meeting her hazel with unexpected softness.
Without thinking, Charlotte closed the space between them and kissed him softly. He returned her kiss, his hand reaching up to cup her face. She then slowly lifted herself off of his length, and settled beside him on the bed, her body still humming with lingering pleasure as she sank into the luxurious mattress. They lay in comfortable silence, the only sounds their gradually slowing breaths and the distant ticking of what Charlotte guessed was an antique clock somewhere in the vast house.
The sheets beneath them were impossibly soft against her naked skin, far finer than anything she’d ever slept on in her graduate student apartment with its discount store linens. This was a room designed for pleasure and rest, for a being who had experienced millennia of both.
Charlotte suddenly felt very out of place. “Should I go?”, she asked, her voice quiet in the comfortable silence that had enveloped them.
Loki turned his head toward her, studying her face with those perceptive eyes. Whatever he saw there seemed to please him, the corner of his mouth lifted in a small smile.
“No, you may stay the night,” he replied.
“Oh, okay,” she said, trying to sound casual despite the giddiness his invitation brought. “But don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair in the morning. I’ve got a shift in the morning and a paper to work on this weekend.” The yawn that punctuated her sentence was a surprise to Charlotte.
Loki observed the yawn with amusement. “Don’t think that I’m done with you this evening yet.”
Charlotte couldn’t help the stupid grin spreading on her face. “Oh really?”
“Really. Our night’s just begun, kitten,” he promised as he pulled her into another kiss.
Professor Laufeyson’s words– something about ancient Asgardian customs– floated past her ears without registering, her mind too occupied with the red F blazing like a brand on the paper she couldn’t stop looking at. She’d never gotten an F before. Never. A swell of emotion began to build in her throat, a threat of tears brewing.
Charlotte forced her gaze upward. Professor Laufeyson stood at the front of the room engrossed in his own story, explaining rules of the Asgardian court, a reverent smile on his gorgeous face. Charlotte felt the anger building.
The F was a mistake. It had to be. She’d spent too many hours on that paper, combing through every resource she could find. She’d even managed to cite two obscure dissertations she’d found buried in the library database.
After he had returned their papers, the remainder of the class felt like forever. Charlotte gave up any pretense of taking notes, as an internal war began to build around how to speak to him about this after class. She desperately wanted to rage and scream at him. Conceding to the reality of the situation– that she needed to get this conversation right, and not risk her future– she swallowed the rage and tears.
Instead, she began mentally rehearsing what she would say to Professor Laufeyson after class. She’d be calm. Professional. She’d appeal to his sense of fairness and academic integrity. Surely he would see reason.
The lecture concluded and her teacher dismissed the class with a thoughtful smile and sat at his desk, gathering his work. A loose curl fell slightly over his forehead in an effortlessly elegant disarray. Damn him, why did he always have to look so amazing? Couldn’t he have an “off day” so she wouldn’t be distracted while she confronted him?
“What’s the matter with you?,” Ryan whispered, looking at Charlotte with concern as he pointed to her leg, which she had been bouncing anxiously.
“Huh?,” she realized, surprised by her own fidgeting. She forced her leg to still, though her fingers began their own dance, tapping out a silent melody of anxiety upon her desk.
“Oh… um… so I’m going to talk to Professor Laufeyson about this ‘F’ after class,” she murmured, noting the professor’s fleeting glance in their direction.
“Are you nuts?,” he asked, shaking his head as he stuffed his laptop into his expensive leather bag.
“What do you mean?”
“Seriously? He’s an asshole,” Ryan said, his voice gaining volume as more students filtered out of the room. “And do you want ‘F’s for the rest of the semester? It’ll totally bring down your GPA!”
Charlotte winced at his increasing volume, glancing nervously toward the front of the room as she gathered her things. “Keep your voice down,” she hissed.
“I’m just saying,” Ryan continued, only marginally quieter, “the guy has a reputation. Three complaints to the department head last semester alone. He made my friend’s sister cry during an office hours appointment.”
“Well, it was a great paper and I think if I approach this maturely-”
“Oh, and tell him he’s wrong?” Ryan snorted, slinging his bag over his shoulder. The classroom had nearly emptied now.
“No, just…” Charlotte hesitated, a flicker of doubt clouding her judgement for just a moment. But Charlotte was not one to back down– not when it came to her passion, her future. “...I don’t know, plead my case or something. Prove to him I really care– maybe he won’t be such an asshole?”
Ryan’s laugh was sharp and disbelieving. “Right, because the god of mischief is known for his compassion and understanding.”
“This is important to me, Ryan,” Charlotte insisted, her voice quieter but firm. “I’ve never gotten an F in my entire college career. Not once. And I’m not about to start now, especially not when I know this paper deserved at least a B.”
“Well, that’s a dumb idea, but you do you, I guess,” Ryan shrugged as he stood up from his desk. His expression softened slightly as he looked down at her, his brown eyes warm despite his dismissive words. “Good luck!” he added with a playful salute before walking out of the room.
Charlotte stood, feeling wobbly as she mentally prepared to confront Professor Laufesyson. “An entitled prince,” she reminded herself, trying to strip the man before her of the power he wielded with a stroke of his pen. And former god. An incredibly sexy former god.
Stop that.
Charlotte took a deep breath. It was now or never. She needed to be firm yet fair, to present her case with clarity and conviction.
Just be calm, collected– and don’t show that he’s getting to me.
Loki watched Charlotte approach his desk, noting the tension in her shoulders, the determined set of her jaw. Her normal cheerful demeanour had been replaced by something else, and he felt a small thrill of anticipation.
“Professor Laufeyson,” Charlotte said, her voice firm but obviously nervous. “I need to speak with you about my grade.”
“Miss Baker,” he replied, allowing a small smile to play at the corners of his mouth. “I had a feeling I'd be seeing you today.” He leaned back in his chair, curious to see how this was going to play out.
“I don’t deserve to fail, and I think you know that.” She placed the paper down on the desk in front of him, her hand betraying a slight tremor despite the strength in her voice. “This was a good– no, great– paper.”
Loki regarded her with calculated indifference, allowing the silence to stretch between them for a moment. Power, after all, often resided in the spaces between words. “Hmm,” he finally murmured, glancing at the paper without picking it up, “and why do you think this paper does not deserve a failing grade?”
The question hung in the air, deceptively simple yet layered with challenge. He watched the emotions play across her face– indignation, frustration, determination. A charge of energy propelled through his veins, anticipating a battle.
“You know my paper was better than everyone else’s!,” Charlotte asserted, her voice rising slightly.
Loki raised an eyebrow, his interest genuinely piqued now. “And why do you think that?” he asked, his voice cooling several degrees. “Do you think you’re special? Better than everyone else in the class?,” he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk as he looked up at her.
“I–no–I just–,” she faltered. “I put everything into that paper.” The admission seemed to cost her something, a vulnerability she hadn’t intended to reveal.
“Next time, do better,” he replied dismissively.
“Is this because of what I said in the coffee shop?” The question burst from her lips, her eyes widening slightly as if surprised by her own boldness.
“I’m sorry, I don’t remember,” Loki lied smoothly, his face a perfect mask of polite confusion covering the fact that he was really enjoying this.
The lie hit its mark. Charlotte’s expression transformed, indignation flaring into something hotter, more dangerous. “Oh, I bet you do!!” she exclaimed, her voice raised. “And that’s why you’re being such an asshole! You just can’t stand that I talked to you like a normal human!!”
“Professor, I did extra research and you still failed me!” Charlotte continued, her words tumbling out faster now. “This is bullshit– you are wrong, and you KNOW IT!,” she pointed towards his chest aggressively.
Loki felt a wicked smile begin to curl at his lips. She really had an awful temper. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, marking seconds that stretched like minutes. His eyes narrowed as his gaze sharpened, focused entirely on the flushed, defiant woman before him. He rose from his chair, a slow and deliberate movement that emphasized his height, displaying the way he towered over her smaller frame.
But something unexpected happened as he stood to his full height, looking down at Charlotte with her eyes bright with righteous fury, her chest rising and falling with quickened breath. A surge of arousal, sudden and unwelcome, coursed through his body.
Norns how he wanted to bend her over this desk and fuck her. The conflict within him mounted rapidly, a war between physical desire and professional obligation.
“You are on dangerous ground, Miss Baker,” his voice unwittingly lowered, to his dismay.
“I know this is just a game to you, but this is my career. My livelihood. You can’t do this to people. I studied my ass off, like I’ve done for my entire college career. I work hard, Professor,” her expression changed, sadder now.
A weight settled in his chest, cooling the heat of his lust. Behind the anger in Charlotte’s eyes, he saw something that struck an unexpected chord within him– the desperate need to be seen, to be acknowledged. Guilt began to creep into his mind, the reality of the situation in front of him revealing that he’d gone too far.
A regretful sigh escaped, as he slowly walked around the desk towards Charlotte. This was a mistake, he shouldn’t have done this.
“Perhaps I was unjust,” he admitted quietly, the words feeling foreign on his tongue.
Charlotte’s expression changed, clearly startled by his sudden shift. The fire in her eyes didn’t dim, but confusion joined it, her brow furrowing slightly.
“Sit, Miss Baker,” he gestured to the nearest chair in front of him.
Sitting on the edge of his desk, he folded his arms and stretched his legs out in front of himself, ignoring the growing heat inside of him– he needed to be professional, act like the teacher he was expected to be. He caught Charlotte stealing a glance at his poised figure, her eyes tracing the line from his impeccably polished shoes up to his face.
“There are times that I forget that some of you students care, and that these grades may actually be important. I suggest that the two of us move on from how we initially met. It’s not doing either of us any favors. I will review your paper again with a different perspective,” he said calmly.
Charlotte said nothing, only looked into his eyes with an intensity he tried to ignore.
“In the future, I expect you to temper your rage, and attempt a less combative attitude in my classroom. That means no more calling me an asshole,” he smirked with familiarity.
“Yes, Professor,” Charlotte replied, glancing down at the desk top, obviously embarrassed by her behavior.
“Truce?,” she asked playfully as she looked back into his eyes, warmth replacing her rage.
“Truce,” Loki replied, suppressing the carnal feelings that were brewing again.
He stood back up, walking back towards his bag as he prepared to leave. “Good afternoon, Miss Baker,” he dismissed her.
“Good afternoon, Professor. Thank you,” she smiled at him sincerely, and made her way out of the classroom.
Loki swiftly walked through his foyer, and with a practiced flick, his keys spiraled through the air, landing with a clink on the mahogany side table. He had spent his whole drive home thinking about Charlotte. Here she was again, invading his thoughts with her beautiful eyes and that infuriating habit of challenging him when no one else dared. His guilt over their confrontation gnawed at him, but it paled in comparison to the more insistent throbbing in his pants. He was so hard.
The house was silent around him, and he could almost hear the blood pulsing in his veins, each heartbeat punctuating the thoughts of her that danced provocatively through his thoughts.
He quickly made his way to his bedroom, unbuckling his pants as he walked into the shadows. The dim light offered a sanctuary, and he relished in the darkness consuming his view. He laid down on his large bed with determination to relieve this pressure, this lewd ache that was inside of him.
She didn’t back down. She stood up to him and called him names in his classroom. She was fiery, and he liked it. While at first she merely irritated him, he now felt his whole body alight with something new, a flame ignited where only embers had smoldered for far too long. The way she had bent over and pointed her finger at him angrily had caused an involuntary shudder through him, and a wave of arousal he hadn’t expected.
“Once,” he whispered into the darkness, a promise or a plea, he wasn’t certain, as he released his pulsing cock from its confines, the cool air of the room kissing his heated skin. His hand appeared pale against his flushed girth, the head engorged and glistening, begging for attention. His thumb moved in slow, deliberate circles over the swollen tip, causing his hips to buck with each touch, and a moan slipped out as he gave in to his own desperation.
Would it be so bad if he slept with her?
You can’t fuck the students. They explicitly told you that when you were in training.
Loki chuckled to himself as his length throbbed, the rebellion itself an aphrodisiac. Of course he’d be attracted to a student.This was simultaneously the best and worst thing that could happen. A temptation, a change in this monotonous life. The hunger within him stirred, a restless beast prowling the confines of his soul. It was desire, pure and unadulterated, mingled with the tang of danger.
Oh this is bad, he thought to himself as he spit in his hand, smothering his cock in it while he rhythmically pumped himself. His eyes closed as he thought about Charlotte.
She wanted him– he could smell it on her during their confrontation. The heady scent of her arousal that lingered was etched in his memory, driving his urge to fuck.
If they were to get caught, he could be fired. His cock twitched again at the thrill of a secret affair. That could be so fun.
Loki’s mind flashed with images of how he’d make her suck his cock in his office. She’d beg to choke on him while he pulled her hair and cursed above her. The very idea made his heart pound faster with a feral excitement. The vision crystalized in his mind’s eye– Charlotte on her knees, her pouty pink lips wrapped around him…
His breathing grew more labored as his hand worked faster, the wet sounds of his self-pleasure obscenely loud in the quiet bedroom. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, dampening the roots of his silken hair. His body heat was trapped in his Armani suit, the temperature around him seeming to rise every minute.
Loki’s eyes screwed tighter, his mental visions of the ways he’d want to fuck Charlotte vibrant in his mind. Gripping his free hand in his expensive sheets, he lost himself to his lurid fantasy, panting like a wild beast.
He would show his student who’s in charge, and she would comply. She’d beg him to tell her what to do. She could be his secret plaything. No one would know. The power he would have over her aroused Loki in ways that hadn’t been felt in a long time. She was so defiant, and he wanted to fuck that out of her. A challenge.
The idea of her, so strong-willed and resistant, bending to his command stirred something inside of him. “You’ll learn,” he puffed through gritted teeth, “what it means to yield.”
Loki’s hand moved faster now, his control beginning to slip as his pleasure mounted. The tight coil in his abdomen wound even tighter, while his cock throbbed in his hand, hot and heavy and demanding.
Loki thought of fucking her on his office desk, her clothes ripped from her body as he pounded into her from above. She’d cry out in ecstasy as he plunged himself fiercely inside of her. Her legs would wrap around him, pulling him deeper in her tight cunt, craving every hot inch of him as he claimed her with each forceful thrust. She would no longer be just a defiant student who challenged him; she’d be his vessel of pleasure, begging for release, begging for him. She’d scream his name like a little whore just for him.
“You’ll take what I give you…”, he growled to himself in the dark, his thighs tensing. His abs clenched as his hips bucked in time with the pumping of his thick cock, swollen and seeping precum, desperate for release. The pressure began to build as his balls tightened, and he knew he was going to come soon.
Loki’s breath came in short, sharp pants now, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Sweat droplets gathered in the hollow of his throat before sliding down his clothed chest. His hand moved faster, the rhythm becoming erratic as his control slipped away. Every muscle in his body seemed to contract at once, poised for the moment of release as his back arched. His cock throbbed painfully in his hand, so engorged and sensitive that each stroke was both pleasure and torment.
And he would come all over her– coat her in his seed. His warm cum would drip all over her naked body as she panted and begged him for more. She’d be marked as his. Only for him to fuck and take his frustrations out on whenever he wanted.
In the fog of pleasure, he felt every synapse in his body fire at once. Loki’s body went rigid, his hand tightening around his cock in a punishing grip as a sudden eruption of pleasure burst throughout his body. A feral groan ripped through his chest as he felt a powerful orgasm rip through him.
"FUUCK–," he gasped, surprised at how quickly he came.
With each new spasm, another surge of cum burst from him, dripping down his tense hand. He rode the crest of his orgasm with wild abandon, milking the pulses for every last drop until the desire faded to a lingering, throbbing ache.
Loki was left panting, chest heaving as he tried to suck air back into his lungs. For several seconds, he simply laid there– spent, sticky, and gloriously empty, his hand still loosely wrapped around the softening length of his cock.
As his breathing slowed, he looked down at the cum splattered on his finely tailored clothes. He’d made a mess of himself.
His eyes closed as he laid there for a few moments, curious to see if his cravings had been satisfied. Even in his afterglow, he still wanted her. Craved to defile her.
This is definitely not ideal, he thought to himself.
For the first time in what felt like ages, the former god of mischief felt a flutter of a spark. Excitement. Danger. The thrill of the forbidden sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn’t help but entertain the thought: is this what his restlessness craved?
