[ID: Sketch of Thor shirtless with his back facing the viewer and his hands in his hair, showing the tattoos he has in Love and Thunder, except RIP LOKI is crossed out and about it is written I LIVED BITCHES, and Loki is crossed out from the notes, and the broken heart has stitches between the two sides. Wound around Thor’s right arm is a green snake. End ID]
Look! The snake has entered your timeline, Mobius!
“Hey Dad, can we get a snake?”
Don: Sure, kid except surprise! Instead of a regular snake, here’s a 6-foot-tall god of chaos who is also my boyfriend :3
Remember how Loki’s infamous snake prank involved Thor’s trust being shattered the second Loki revealed his true form and bit him? Now contrast that with this scene: Loki slips through time and stands silently in Mobius’s life, visible but harmless, as if offering himself as the proverbial snake, one that Mobius can trust. “Here’s your snake, but this time, I promise not to bite.”
Loki follows Mobius home, quietly inserting himself into his personal world. It’s so snake-like, slithering into the crevices of Mobius’s life, entwining himself around his timeline, but never demanding to be acknowledged.
This is work of fiction is 18+!!!!, and contains graphic descriptions of shapeshifter snake-related bestiality including constriction, edging, dry humping, anal play, and biting. Please do not interact if you are a minor or are sensitive towards any of the themes mentioned above.
Thank you to the lovely @justafinelady for the request! I hope I did it justice, thank you so much for all of the continued love towards my work- I was so glad you ended up sending something in! 🖤
This fic is a part of A Dark Celebration.
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The sound of rain pattered against your window as you read, your feet warmed by the thick thigh high socks you wore, your legs wrapped under the blanket. You hummed, perfectly content to stay inside your cozy cottage on such a grey day. The fire you’d set earlier was roaring, providing much needed heat to your small space.
Your free hand was bent at the elbow, fingers forming the proper gestures as you read. You whispered an incantation and small purple sparks burst from your fingertips. Your heart fluttered as you smiled, thinking of how Loki would react to your progress.
He’d agreed to take you on as a student after you plead your case to him, summoning him with the basic power you held. It barely took two lessons before the two of you wound up naked and tangled in each other. You’d been his ever since.
You yawned, coming to a particularly lengthy passage about a dark elf named Knerr and his careful fabrication of a spell that allowed him to talk with his goat Obul whom he promptly fell in love with. You found your eyes drooping as the sound of the rain continued, the book falling forward against your stomach.
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You stirred, a light hum passing through your lips. The wind had picked up, the rain now beating against your little home. You could feel someone holding you, their arms wrapped around you. “Loki,” you mumbled, readjusting yourself in the sheets.
“I’m here, love.” He whispered against your ear, his hair lightly brushing against the skin of your neck. You could feel him wrapped around you, a leg between your own.
You smiled, your eyes still closed. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” You felt him tighten his grip around you with his words.
“Mmm. That feels nice,” you could feel yourself growing wet, just knowing he was here exciting you. You pushed your bottom back towards him but didn’t feel his form there.
He hummed in response, his head nuzzling into your shoulder, his skin cool and smooth to the touch before warming against you.
You furrowed your brow at that, your eyes slowly blinking open. It took you a moment to adjust to the low light, the fire now low embers.
You looked down at your chest to see a thick, scaled body wrapped around you and you let out a tiny squeak, your heart racing. The scales moved as the body readjust itself against yours and you could feel the slip and slide between your legs.
“L-Loki,” you whispered, the blood rushing in your ears.
“Yes pet,” he whispered into your ear, something long flicking against your skin. You shivered.
“What- what are you doing?”
“Granting your wish,” he nuzzled his reptilian head into the crook of your neck. You chanced a look to the side but could just see more scales in brilliant green.
“I-I didn’t, I don’t,” you let out a shaky breath, your mind racing.
Then it hit you, months ago when he had you practice with a snake he’d conjured. You’d been too afraid to touch it, your palms sweaty at the sight of the tiny, slippery being. He’d chuckled, disappearing the snake with the snap of his fingers.
“You can’t be afraid of a simple snake, love. They’re mostly harmless.”
“Mostly? Mostly! That means harmful!” You’d snapped back.
“Hmm, I suppose I’m mostly harmless.” He’d stepped forward, caging you in against the wall, a mischievous look in his eye.
“Loki-“ he’d cut you off with a searing kiss, his hands holding you against him.
He broke it off to kiss your neck as he unbuttoned your blouse.
“Loki,” you tried again, gently guiding his face before you. “You may not be harmless, but I know you’d never harm me.”
He smiled gently down at you. “I know love,” he kissed you again.
“Still no snakes, okay?” Your voice held a nervous edge.
He looked up for a moment, in a faux-ponder. “What if said snake slithers around you, restricting you, holding you tightly as he has his wicked way with you?” His voice was sinful, his expression serious as his hand slipping to caress your breast through the soft cotton of your bra.
You opened and closed your mouth, your eyes wide. You could feel your nipple harden against his palm. You swallowed hard.
“I see.” He quickly recaptured your lips, the two of you both clearly excited at the idea.
You let out a breath at the memory.
“Do you recall, pet?” His forked tongue flickered against your skin.
“I do,” you whispered. “Loki I’m-“ you tried to wiggle away, the bulk of him constricting against your breast. “I’m a little freaked out.”
His hold loosened on you. He held his reptilian face before you, his expression and features still so very Loki. You could feel him shrug the comforter off of you, cooling your body down. “Breathe, darling.”
You did as you were told, taking a few deep breaths.
“Better?”
You nodded, your muscles relaxing into the bed.
“Good. Now,” his form started to slither against you, scales sliding against your skin. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life,” you whispered, forcing yourself to let go of the tension with your words.
“Good girl.” His hold began tightening on you once more, tail slipping under the elastic of your shorts before sliding down and wrapping around your leg. He nuzzled his head against your neck, long, forked tongue coming out to caress your skin ever so often.
You couldn’t move, your arms pressed against your sides, your legs held together. You felt your nerves recede as you smelt him, the familiar deep, cool scent enveloping you.
His tongue traced your skin a little more now, caressing that spot beneath your ear that he knew made you weak in the knees. You could feel the thick of him pressed against your core and you let out a little whimper, your hips rocking ever so slightly against his muscle.
“That’s it pet,” he whispered into your ear, “accept it. You are mine to do with as I please.” He nipped your skin with his fangs and you whined, both out of fear and building excitement. His long body continued to rub against yours as he set a rhythm of constricting around you then loosening. Your hips thrust upwards against him in time with his movements.
“Poor thing,” you could hear the smile in his voice, “soaked through already.”
“Loki-“ you started but were cut off when he squeezed you particularly tightly.
“Hush, darling. Don’t think. Just feel,” he let his tongue flicker against the skin of your shoulder, passing downwards towards your breast. You took a breath in, your chest rising to meet him.
Your gaze took in his form wrapped around you, muscles tight against your flesh. The sight made you moan, the feel of him against you bringing you close to an orgasm.
“Good pet,” he whispered against your skin, shifting his body around your chest. He slid his head down, angling himself so he could take the fabric of your tank top between his teeth and pull it down, exposing your breast. Those reptilian eyes made contact with yours once more and he winked before his forked tongue came out to caress your nipple. You inhaled sharply from the sensation of him lightly tracing your skin as his tongue flickered against you. You were so close.
“Are you going to cum?” He asked against your skin, his tongue still held against your nipple. You realised then that he’d been communicating with you telepathically.
You moaned out a yes, your hips urgently moving against him.
His chuckle was low and raspy as it bounced around your mind. He tightened his hold on you and you could no longer move your hips, caught firmly in his tangled muscle.
“Not yet.”
You whimpered. You could tell he was going to draw this out, as he’d done in the past, bringing you so close and refusing you over and over until you were a mess. Though those times you weren’t nearly as excited as you were now. You felt him loosen his hold on you, sliding along your skin and off of you, curling around himself on the other side of the bed. You gently sat yourself up, resisting the urge to slide your hand between your legs.
“Take off your clothes.”
You stood and did as he said, stepping out of your shorts and panties before pulling your tank top over your head. You moved to grip the top of your thigh highs.
“Those stay on.” There was an edge in his projected voice.
You swallowed and stood up straight, your fingers wound together. You finally had a look- a real look at his form. He was huge, his body taking up a little less volume than his human form, but the length of him was something to behold. His scales were luminescent, green and gold hues playing off the low light in the room. His eyes were vibrant green, the slits captivating your gaze. Your heart was racing once more.
“Don’t be afraid, come here.”
You took a shaky breath before stepping back to the bed, turning your back to him and sitting down. You felt his head slither around your wrist and up your arm, his weight pulling you back downwards.
It didn’t take long for him to tangle himself around you once more, his body sliding against your wet cunt, making you hiss at the contact.
“Oh darling, you need this badly, don’t you?” His tail came up behind you, sliding further up between your legs to trace around your tight hole. You cried out, the sensations against your cunt and asshole now almost overwhelming. He chuckled, “poor thing.”
He started rubbing against you, bringing you to the edge before he stopped and constricted you once more. He repeated this over and over- you quickly became mindless, simply taking what he gave you.
“What a pretty little pet,” he nuzzled in against your neck. “So needy for me.”
You were moaning his name over and over, the inside of your legs coated in your own excitement. You had a fleeting thought to thank him, hoping it’d bring about some mercy and he’d finally let you cum.
“Loki- fuck. Thank you, this feels so, so- so fucking good, you treat me so well Loki. A treat,” you trailed off, close to the edge once more. He brought his head over yours, green eyes boring into you. You could see a wide smirk on his reptilian visage, the corners of his thin lips upturned.
“I’m sorry darling, it seems you misunderstood. I’m the trick, you’re the treat.” With that he opened his mouth wide, teeth finding the flesh of your neck. Before you could register the pain he flexed against your clit hard and the tip of his tail pressed ever so lightly into you. You quickly came with a scream.
Your eyes shut tightly as the fear mingled with the pain and your pleasure, sending wave after wave through your core. Your fingers and toes curled from the sensation, every muscle in your body flexed as your orgasm ripped through you.
You felt his hold on you loosen then fall away, your breath slowly evening out. Eventually you felt him pull you back against him, holding you with arms- his chest firm against your back. He was whispering something over the skin of your neck, lips barely grazing against the sensitive spot. He eventually pulled back, kissing the base of your neck as he settled in. You hummed, and tentatively felt the spot, wincing a bit but feeling no wetness or tears in the flesh.
“Happy Halloween, love.” He murmured between kisses.
You smiled, pushing yourself back against him before you felt yourself falling back asleep, safe in his arms.
Additional Tags: fun with shapeshifting, snake loki, snake sylvie, fluff with a bit of angst, But mostly fluff, Domestic Bliss, loki and sylvie are married in this fic
Series: Part 9 of Sylki Prompts
Summary:
Loki teaches Sylvie how to shape shift and things get a little… mischievous.
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I saw this fan art below where Loki and Sylvie are snakes and it was so adorable so of course I had to write a fic about it and make it my whole identity! Enjoy!
