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Smut Oneshot/Loki Freakshot
Warnings: Loki being himself, probably ooc, I had a dream, im trying to get motivation, loki is my favorite, hermes appreciation oneshot (this man deserves some love too), yes I am biased do not trust me, I only write isekais so deal with me, female reader just to make my life easier writing this, reader is also toxic (in the sense that she knows whats right and wrong but feels lonely and loki fulfill that hole... lmao), prelude to a possible fic (I need help. And motivation). I made two musical references, can you guess what they were properly? Let's see! >:]
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" Hermes, are you listening? You've been staring. More than usual, actually."
Your voice broke through the soft winds of the Olympian garden, Hermes, your music companion for longer than you could remember yourself, is acting much like himself. Gloved, tender hands carefully maneuver the white ceramic teapot towards a gorgeous demitasse mug. The nostalgic scent of vanilla fills your loungs with the same steady rhythm as your hands reached your cheeks, elbows over the glass high-top table with silver bases. He, ever the gentleman, does not comment on your lack of manners nor your impulse nature. Instead, he indulges it. And, watching the interesting turn of events of witnessing a Muse, of all deities, be so open about her art, he lets himself feel. Albeit for a brief speck of the dust in the wheel of time, it's passage, for once, doesn't feel dull. A chuckle leaves his almost closed lips, confining the ever present elegance of his movements to his calculated yet patient touch.
" I most certainly am, your Grace. " — He straightens himself, after an amused exhale, and sees himself wondering if your whims are as interesting as your spirit yet again.
You hummed, lips curled in strong suspicion. Regardless, trying to read through the God in front of you is as if trying to capture air with a net. Your legs shift, swinging your legs to seft regulate the excessive energy you were being deprived from expelling. Hermes is calm. Oddly so. And as much as you'd like to voice out how suspicious it is for anyone to know exactly how to please absolutely every single deity flawlessly, it's hard to bother when, in few seconds, he manages to not only bake your favorite sweets but also present them in an aesthetic that pleases you. You sighed, picking up a fork and taking a bite from the slice of cake he served in a see-through stained glass decorated plate.
" How's your schedule treating you? If you need more time, i can ask my sister to throw a party for lord Zeus. " — You spoke after gulping down the well-balanced cake paired with the sweet filling.
As one of the muses, you've been easily accepted by the other pantheons. Their connections are vast and Apollo himself prays his respects to them, even if he really enjoys teasing you. You're grateful for this new life, but you aren't taking anything for granted. At least not now, eating away any future worries. Contrasting your predicament, Hermes is absolute in his element. He quickly swapped the plate away for yet another dessert, actively yet secretly seeking your reactions — taking out his violin. You watch the bowl with audible awe, clapping your hands excitedly as the cream and strawberry ice-cream rolls morphed like tangible water. The pink orbs kept floating around like planets, going up and down in tune with the tail of the cat shape that the cream flavor took.
" Its so cute– I almost feel bad for eating it.. " — You mumbled the last part, spooning one of the paws first. Your chin rested on your left hand as you ate quietly.
Even so, amidst a smile, you began reminiscing. The melody evoked many familiar memories, memories of a world that no longer belongs to you. Thankfully, Hermes is renowned in music as well, needing only to listen you sing once to recreate perfectly Merry Go Round. It's amusing how easily youve befriended him, but as an artist you could only guess that his keenship towards a shared interest are what make him come back to this garden, to you, in his precious yet scarce free time. For now, you settled with the security he brought you as his own personal pieces were now playing. Quite the unfair trade. You listen, question the inspirations, and pry into each line just wondering how he could make something perfect feel emotions. Hermes, for all his intelect, shockingly lacks a deeper grasp on earthly sensations. Which is exactly why he goes out of his way to keep you entertained. In exchange for your own reactions, you provide much more contrasting points to what you'd usually suggest or act, and the fact alone makes his more and more intrigued in what other surprises you hold. Mind and spirit, both. The wheel of time kept spinning regardless, Apollo's charismatic golden carriage bringing Nyx's veil closer to bid it's dawn adieu.
" If i may, your Grace. " — Hermes placed all tableware above the cart from which they came, cleaning them superficially with a pristine cloth just to keep an overall appearance of purity.
" It was, like always, my pleasure accompanying you today. "
Even for as a side character, Hermes always fascinated you. The concept of a deity like him serving others, even if by convenience, is absurd yet all the more captivating. His personality is, surprisingly, very well planned. He isn't harsh enough for you to dislike him, although he is very manipulative. You don't mind that. If you did, you would hate Loki.
" You know, for someone who sees me more often than not, you never use my name. " — You smiled widely this time, tilting your head with closed eyes, words filled with their usual playfulness.
" Come on, give it a shot! I know it'll sound beautiful coming from your voice. "
His eyes widened in a fraction of a second, so fast you didn't realize the words you spoke. Hermes smiled, deciding to thread carefully the problems you'd just bared without knowing a thing. And yet, it is so very unlike him to indulge that perhaps he should show what he's learned from you as well. After all, without a doubt, he is nothing but a gentleman.
Right then, he speaks you name. Not fast enough to be unfriendly, yet not a note longer merely to be polite. Until, he repeated it. A repetition, a correction. As if breaking an invisible barrier is comparable to tuning a chord from an unruly instrument. One white fabric covered hand raised your dominant one to his lips, gracing your skin until the promised touch finally made its statement. His eyes closed, as if deep down he knew that this move alone would set in stone the his contradictions, so Hermes kept himself from falling under the spell of such vivid eyes. Another time.
" I hope to see you again, your Grace. "
He spoke of himself. Not the God, nor the messenger. An opening so real it felt imperfect. Unrecognizable, it is what he has become. And so, even with the gnawing darkness, he dares to open his eyes and stare upon your colorful light.
Your heartbeat echoes inside your ears, but you try to keep yourself together. Hermes is a renowned God. One of the Olympians nonetheless! You've been making your own name throughout the years, yes. Yet they do not compare to even the shadows of his accomplishments in the slightest, yours being much less dangerous. You, knowing how gruesome things can get when one doesn't thread carefully among deities, nodded at his gesture.
" Oh, Hermes. No need to be so polite! Of course we'll see each other again, if the fates let us."
Don't agree, nor deny. You're not so dense to not understand that touches from this man are planned beforehand. However, this is not the place for this. You got up, waving at him with your torso turned to his direction as you held onto the fabric of your dress, hiking up the skirt slightly to walk properly.
" See you next time, Hermes! "
He merely straightens himself, glancing at your face as he prepares himself to leave after a polite bow, mumbling under his breath with a tone so sweet it should've belonged to a worshipper to their savior.
" Is there something you need, my Lord? "
Hermes placed the title carefully, knowing very well he is undoubtedly not under the Nordic deity in any way, yet chose to do so. Loki's attempts to hide his apparent fury amuses him, yet the greenette schemes are an equivalent threat to his own, and Hermes knows better than to trust the smile of a liar. He's more than accustomed to see his own reflection, nevertheless.
Hermes stopped walking down the hallway, waiting for the imminent confrontation that rushes towards him. The consequences of his daring actions, he supposed. Oh well.
" I must say, this is quite the timing. Her grace is avaliable now. If I had to guess she'd be in her quarters if you wish to meet her. "
The shadows bared their fangs, at long last, and their teeth hold Loki's name, even amidst the divine corridors of the Olympian palace-city. It's ionic columns sustain the glorious entablature that kept the unnaturally cold ambiance, along with building tension, from the spring-like charm felt earlier by the raven haired. The lack of your presence seemed to deepen an unspoken rivalry in between the complex, yet extremely cunning, deities from distinct pantheons. Loki, who changed himself for his love, glares at the god before him with unnatural emptiness plastered in his expression. Hermes, in the eyes of Loki, is a threat. A silent one that does not belong in this world, the same one where he exists with you. You are his sacred temple, and the norse god will protect you. Even if you don't realize the crawling maggots beneath the earth, he will keep crushing them under his thumb without mercy, his peace eternal by your side.
Loki tilted his head, a hand under his chin as his body twisted mid air in an exaggerated form of physical questioning.
" You've been spending a lot of time with the little muse recently. Quite odd, for someone as uptight and busy as yourself. " — A wicked closed mouth smile began to spread widely in his face, fingers clenching in front of his forwardly extended arms.
" Why? You got a crush or something? " — If he were to be standing, his foot would have tapped loudly repeatedly. Unable to keep his body still, as he leans to the opposite side his arms head to the back of his head.
Hermes merely stared without any responses, until, that is, he raised his chin, smiling just as falsely as the god of deceit before him, before chuckling as his eyes half lidded slightly. An act meant to be degrading, dismissive, and specifically insulting. The painful strident sound of griding teeth cut through the Hermes silent confidence, at least inside the greenette's ears. Loki, in his hysterical desire to claw Hermes smile away from his sight, managed to float in front of the cart and stop the man in his tracks.
" You're falling! Ha! Never expected someone like you, always a suck up, to get your sight on anyone. Its amusing, really! "
Hermes could only raise an eyebrow as he watched Loki's smile fall in the split of a milisecond, stepping onto the cart without care as the plates shook with the sudden move, his hands resting on his hips.
" But you're going out of line, dont you think? "
Goat pupils darkened their glare without empathy, as if disgusted by the thought of a worm thinking it is worthy of you when no one is. Besides himself, of course.
An unused sharp knife was thrown and caught by the black haired butler, the sudden impact forcing the tableware to scatter, and with an upward kick, Loki brutally sent the cart at him. However, with the messenger God's speed, this was nothing more than a nuisance. With elegant, quick, yet careful stepping sequences Hermes successfully caught everything. Until Loki floated right above him, picking up a single ornamented cup, your favorite, passing it from a hand to another.
" Would you care to give it back? " — Hermes calmly spoke in his collected, yet very clear, demanding tone. His dominant hand stretched out, seeking to retrieve the object.
Knowing that picking a with Loki could trigger Poseidon's wrath, Hermes spoke carefully yet again. Even if his patience was slowly beginning to diminish.
That is, until Loki turned himself into Hermes. The copy, wearing his face and DNA, used his own speed against him. Loki mockingly extended his hand with the cup, only to throw it on the ground before Hermes could react, slowly watching the well composed man's face twist in shock. He shattered the cup bellow his feet, only to act baffled right after whiel hermes doged it's flying pieces with a retreating jump.
" Oh, goodness. This is unlike me. "
To have his voice, his mannerisms, stolen in a manner so vile to make him seem less like himself in your perception made Hermes red eyes darken at such belittling display.
" Indeed. I would never do such a thing. " — Hermes settled the plates yet again, looking grimly at the splattered memory of the glass piece.
He fixed the sides of his suit, dusting off any smidgen of glass he might've caught in between the super sonic speed of his movements, he then placed his arms behind his back afterwards.
" I suggest that you keep yourself together, my Lord. You are not one of many allies, after all, even in Asgard, unlike myself. " — He took a step to the side, standing in between Loki and the cart as if a shield, protecting both the staff from Zeus's wrath for having let the God's belongings destroyed and the fragile objects from any more damage the malicious deity desired to inflict.
Loki merely laughed, internally hissing at the gruesome truth behind his words.
" It doesn't matter the way that things are, as long as people believe otherwise. " — He began to float, waving behind him as he left the mess with the authentic version of the Olympian deity. He knew that shattering all dishes would make it look like an accident. Only your favorite was disposed. That sends a clear message, doesn't it?
" See you around, deliver boy! "
The messenger God could feel a minor headache forming at the back of his mind as he pinches the side of his left eyebrow, and if one looked closely enough, a vein popped in between his temple and left eyebrow. He could merely sigh, and whisper.
" I can already see the start of something troublesome..." — He turned on his feet, letting his fingertips glace the surface of the metal in contemplation.
"... Yet all the more riveting. Im sure you'll have harsh decisions to make. Wont you, my sweet dove? " — He chuckled in delight as he neared the kitchen, going back by his day as if nothing happened. However, even Hermes can't help the thought of the darling muse who keeps him company, and the fact that he knows you're not quite his yet, along with you oftenly being in the hands of others, do not phase him. After all,
He's fast and swift enough to steal you away.
" Shewon'tleavemeiwontlethershewontleave- " — Loki bit his painted black left thumbnail, eating the nail polish as he ripped and chewed on the keratin plate, appearing in your section of the Muse's temple after a tinge of magic.
He needed to act. And quick. Loki knows you wouldn't approve, but at the very least you, out of everyone, would comprehend his motives. You always have, somehow. Why would this be any different? You know him. You understand him. He needs you, not only like the very air he breathes, but to love him back. Since he's capable of the most despicable sins for you, that makes him the best option that there'll ever exist!
" Loki? " — You could only look up in surprise at his sudden appearance, yet you smiled at the sight of the trickster of a man.
" What are you doing here? It's great to have you, of course. But shouldn't you be in the council right now? With the other gods? I heard there was a meeting in Valhalla. " — Your head tilted back slowly, leaning your neck at the top of your chair as your wrists rest on the table you were drawing a few moments before.
Your days are always brighter with him around. He doesn't understand boundaries or responsibilities well, since he was never shown afection properly before, so you try your best to have meaningful conversations with him. However, deciding to answer your question with another one, he slowly closed the distance in between his immortal self and your wooden chair before gripping its sides tightly to hold back the dark urge to possess. His eyes squinted at you, observing your face as if he wanted not only to memorize it but to become a part of it. To become one, with you. Eternally.
" What about you? Seeing other gods behind my back, aren't you? The cruelest one of all, that is what you are, litlle muse. " — He bit back his rage, biting his tongue just to make you buy his act of playful nonchalance. His body betrays him. Not really. His hands hover over your shoulders before holding them gently, mindful to not mark your skin. Yet.
" But you wouldn't leave me, right? " — He curls his spine forward, madness swirling in the pits of his mind, as his lips twitched at the rustling of your clothes. His hands, curling around you like serpents, traced from your neckline and neck and upwards until reaching your jaw. His eyes nearly bugged as they widened, his smile becoming more desperate after each shaky breath he took.
" My heart. My love, my muse. " — He watched your eyes widen at the growing intensity of his emotions, and, caring as you are, he didn't expect less than what he received next. Although that doesn't mean he wasn't shocked.
" Im listening, Loki. " — You smiled at him. He was one of your favorites before, but now he is your favorite. Your hands held his, letting their touch seep into his skin like he wanted to.
" Im not going anywhere. As long as you stay, even if you lie to me, i'll embrace you back. "
That was all he needed. Without being one that could properly digest the toxic nature of your own selfish desires, or maybe he didn't care at all, he lifted you with his right arm alone. As the left one pulled the chair closer to face the bed, he carefully maneuver your form down the mattress with a carefulness that leaves you breathless for a few moments. His knees parted your legs, right forearm pressing your torso against his as his other hand seeks to feel and prob every corner of sides.
" You're perfect! " — He breathed you in, nuzzling his face onto your chest, his mouth watered and opened as he moaned amidst the growing daze of his lustful intent.
You aren't doing any better. You dont know what to do. As much as you want to let him adore you, you know that this is wrong. If the both of you were better, more thoughtful people... but you arent. Deep down, you're broken too. You were lonely most of your life back then, and it isn't so different now. Perhaps you are using him in the same way he is using you... but what of it? You love his laughter, his dangerous traits, even the straight up bizarre feeling that comes along whenever you're seemingly alone.
" Dont leave me. " — Sharing a pitiful truth, the both of you seek to deepen that bond forged in despair. Such is why you grip his hair tightly, scared at the prospect of when he'll eventually would pull away, legs twitching underneath him as they lifted to bring his crotch closer to you.
" Even if you curse me, kill me, replace me‐! " — His voice raised at the last scenario, face twisting with the boiling, yet truthful, anger he's accumulated for eons.
" Like that black haired snake freak. You like him, dont you? Is because he has markings, too? " — After a harsh tug, his clothes began to disappear like a dark mist. Unfortunately, he did the same with your clothes. His hand clawed at your collar without care, the sound of your dress ripping echoed in between you.
Your breath quickens, his nails morphing into something sharp just to make you hiss. He wants to make you feel at least an ounce of the pain he felt watching you from afar, yet you love it. You watch as your dominant hand trails slowly down the muscle of his abs, lips pressing together in an attempt to contain the sudden grip he had on your ass as he folded and played with your cheeks. He's swift, he's slow, he's fast, he's sweet. He's everything you could ever want. And with that, came a body twisting shudder. That feeling alone makes your hand grip his cock tightly in between you, using your thumb to draw a path line from its base to his balls.
" Love... fucking answer me- " — He pulled your hands above your head, opening your jaw wide to force a response, even if it wasn't a verbal one. He wont take no for an answer. Not now, not ever. His hips tease your entrance as he now smiled at your desperation. How beautiful.
Your voice fails you, at least when you try to form a proper sentence, as his body glowed in deep purple. A clone appears without haste. The copy lays beside you with a hand under his chin, trailing his hand down until it gripped your mound possessively as it laughed darkly when you let out a strident shriek while your eyes closed shut. With how how strongly hes gripping you, and with the clone now gripping your jaw open for Loki as it began to twist and pintch your clit with lewd amusement, hardly make anything other than a few unrecognizable sounds.
" Aw, is too it much? But we haven't even started yet! " — The original Loki laughs at it's comment, siezing the opportunity to pull your hips against his with full force. He pressed his cheek against yours, looking at the corner of your mouth with interest, before he licked the loose drool and, if he didn't grip you tightly, he might've came right after the soft whimper that came from your lovely throat. Not only that but he saw the clone hiss at it too, making Loki feel almost in debt of you letting him hear such intoxicating sound. His tongue trailed over yours, upwardly following a path only he seemed to know of before his clone gripped your throat just like he did, it's hips twitching at the side of your tigh.
Unfortunately for it, Loki was never impartial. He saw it as an act of betrayal, regardless if its his magic that created it. He glared at it, eyes wide and playfulness gone, at the same time as he kissed you. A silent warning with murderous intent.
" Get back. " — It could only click its tongue in disapproval, pouting as it then disappeared. With it gone, your gaze was on him alone.. even if it was a part of him there, he's just not in the mood to share. That is, until a wickedly good idea made his whole expression change. He pulled back slightly, letting your watery eyes bless him with the bittersweet sight of his touch and the lingering madness that refuses to leave.
" You let that roach kiss you, so you wont mind if he watched now, right? " — He asked without wanting an any answer at all, suddenly floating with you in his arms.
" Wait wait- Loki! What the fuck please put me down! " — You held him as close as humanly possible while hurriedly begging to be put back onto the comforting surface of your bed. The air hits your sweaty back, making you shiver in his arms before you hid your face on the crook of his neck, biting slightly to hold back a shudder.
" No, no no no no no! This wont do, my heart! You cant keep you friend in the dark forever~ " — He laid himself on the air, turning the himself to where the chair was facing before throwing you up just to turn you around so your back would be right against his torso. His arms curled tightly around your waist, securing you wouldn't fall since you were now sitting on his tighs and a single moment of distraction could lead to a nasty fall. Not that he would let you out of his clutches, but he hummed teasingly at the thought of pretending to do it before chuckling.
You, on de other hand, were having enough fright of a lifetime and the most exhilarating experience you could've dreamed of. A dreadful, lewd yet addicting heat curls between your legs, followed by a dauting shiver down your spine. The reason, being Loki's persistent yet painfully slow thrusts in between your labia added with the paradoxically private voyeourism, stares back at you with the bone chilling intensity of a hunter to it's most prized prey, sitting at that same chair you thought Loki placed there on a whim. Your eyes immediately locked on the newly formed clone, as the deceitful greenette proves you wrong once again.
" Hey- Loki, maybe thats too far- " — Your head tilted, wanting at least a somewhat reasonable acknowledgement of how sick this is. To taint your acquaintance image in that way to fulfill your desires is preposterous on its own! When you turned to voice your complains, the words get stuck inside your throat. This is what you wanted, wasn't it? Now you'll to deal with the consequences of what you've done.
You were silenced faster than he became obsessed, his right palm now on your face pressed your head all the way back to lean against his clavicle. Said grip kept you in place, unable to run away from his petty scheme. Although, simultaneously, it successfully lured you into the sweet trap he planned just for you. Seeking to twist your morals, and feed the dimmed embers of his (fragile) ego, he made sure the clone was none other than Hermes.
" Is it? Or maybe you're just tired of playing with me? Maybe you're secretly a good little slut, wanting to give attention to anyone who's willing. " — He finally, finally gave you a tease of penetration. Only to tilt enough until your weight was solely onto his arms while you were suspended midair. As his right hand moved down to your mound, he mumbled.
" You've a thing or two for the unconventional, dont you? Dont mind me, really. You wont feel a thing! " — A clear lie, you could've guessed even before an odd mass of tentacles sprouted from his back to shrill and twist your breasts in odd rhythms yet, somehow all the more bizarrely, its suction cups at your nippes were in perfect tune with the ones over your slit. They kept you open for him, even when his hands left you to hold your hips.
" W- wait- just- not all at once-! " — You almost begged. After his tip slithered its way in, your head already heavy with arousal, you could feel yourself shudder at a sudden harsh clench. This made you feel like a real whore, yet you didn't mind. At all. That sacred you a few minutes ago, but his constant depravity of you, himself, and others alike made you want to let him.
" Hm... let me think... nope! " — Another lie. Partially. He didn't exactly push it all at once, but he wasn't nice about it either. Instead, he preferred to result to repetition. A shallow one, then a deeper thrust. A shallow thrust, then a much deeper than the last. Over and over again.
Your hands and arms, held together by one of the slimy twitching mass of appendages, added to the curve of your arching back as your head went backwards with a needy moan. You could've never guessed you'd be bedding a god, much less you'd get fucked mid-air by Loki of all deities. The fates are odd ones, aren't they?
" Hey hey, delivery boy right there is feeling a little left out! Come on, say hi! " — He levitated your mingled forms closer to the copy, making sure to push your head down with his hand so blood would flow to it, thrusts becoming meaner and eager as he arfed, moaning carelessly.
You were right against Hermes face, but you couldn't see him. How could you? With the wet sounds coming from where should've been downwards, space toyed with your senses as your mouth hang open. Louder moans came from you, lips trembling repeatedly.
" I- i- L- oki-! " — You could only cry out a coughed please as tears went down your face, your possessed lover licking them away right after.
" We both know im the only thing you'll ever need, so lets make sure he watches you come for me, okay~? " — He began to laugh maniacally after he began to forcefully carve his way in, only shutting it down while kissing you messily as he made sure it would be kept open with one of the tentacles pulling the side of your jaw before shrinking in girth just to head to the roof of your mouth.
It was too much. How long have you been with him? Did time even move at all? You weren't thinking of these things at least when you felt yourself shudder violently, hitting the crown of your head against his chest before slumping in his clutches like a doll who lost its meaning.
" So pretty, just for me.. but im not done yet. " — He marked your body with bites, scratches, slaps, hickeys and even a fully bloomed hjarta mitt written under his chest, matching your þitt myrkr under your right breast, closest to the heart. Before you could notice a thing, they disappeared without trace shrouded in a dark ash filled mist. You can barely try to keep your consciousness before he fills you completely, making you shudder under him yet again. More than overwhelmed, you felt almost delusional with the way he had you in absolute control. And, in those domineering arms, you slowly began to drift as Hypnos lured into the land of Morpheus.
Seeing how tired you were, he swiftly undid his spells. Now, with you resting above the same bed you'd awake beside him later on, he whispered to himself as he held you close.
" Aldri mun ek láta neinn ógna ást várri, hjarta mitt, jafnvel þótt ek þurfi at drekkja heiminum í orrostu. " — He then softly kissed your forehead, being content enough with the reactions he got from his daring lover. His everything. You.
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Pse! Take these with a grain of salt, im not specialized in norse language i took these form the internet.
þitt myrkr = your darkness
Loki's declaration = " I'll never let anyone threaten our love, my heart. Even if i have to drown the world in war. "
Im (not really) ashamed to say that the smut was the part I got most enthusiastic about it. This was my first time writing a full on smut, so tell me if its good, bad or mid. Criticism is fully welcomed as long as you're respectful!! I've been wanting to make my fics presented in a better way too, tell me what you guys think of the new writing style!!
From a passionate delulu to another,
