Soft!Dark!Loki would be your friend first and not directly confess. His overbearing protectiveness and constant checking in on you would have you questioning his motives.
Soft!Dark!Loki would gaslight himself into thinking that he had a regular crush on you but that all changed the more he’d see you interacting with Mobius.
Soft!Dark!Loki would tell you that he had been "assigned" to every one of your solo TVA missions as backup. However, you found out a few weeks down the line that he was lying.
Soft!Dark!Loki doesn't like it when you start distancing yourself from him and resorts to moving into the room across from your living quarters.
Due to Loki constantly following you everywhere, you left early to one of your missions, deliberately making sure to not go to your normal hang-out spots. You vanish and minutes pass, the worry growing in Soft!Dark!Loki 's mind as he searches for you in multiple places. His heart beat rapidly when he could not find an atom of your presence anywhere. Rushing towards your mission location, Soft!Dark!Loki 's heart broke when he found your unconscious body on scene.
While you were still healing from your injuries, you randomly caught a cold and Soft!Dark!Loki slept beside you all day and night to make sure nothing happened to you.
Pairing: Soft Dark!Loki x Female Reader, or Soft Dark!Loki x Original Female Character, depending on reader interpretation.
Other Characters: Mobius, B-15
Rating: Explicit
Summary: This takes place in season 1, episode 2 of the Loki series; before Pompeii. Mobius takes Loki and a team of hunters to a Nexus event on some inhospitable planet. Mobius and Loki are supposed to investigate the event before the branched timeline collapse, but a trap poisons Loki and a (female) Hunter, causing them to fall into their baser instincts… Or, in other words, a sex pollen, drug-induced, rough sex smut fest.
“Alright, team,” B-15 announced as a time door closed behind the last hunter stepping through. “This is one of the most inhospitable planets in this side of the galaxy, and the only thing here is this prison.” She pointed her thumb behind her where a formidable building lies. “This is where they chuck the most hardened criminals and toss away the key. Now, everyone inside is dead – they’re not supposed to be dead; that’s the Nexus event – so be prepared to see some horrible shit. The next guard shift change is in a week, so we have plenty of time before the branch collapses. We’re supposed to take readings and investigate the area; find out what the Variant took and why. Keep your eyes peeled and be careful of your surroundings. Let’s move.”
“How thrilling!” Loki quipped as he walked beside Mobius.
Loki huffed and jammed his hands into his pockets.
They entered the building and the first thing to grace their presence was a bloodbath.
One of the hunters whistled. “Yeah… everyone’s dead alright.”
A female Hunter made a soft sound of disgust at the back of her throat.
“Not used to the horrors of battle?” Loki mocked. “Thought you TVA agents have seen it all.”
“Don’t talk to me,” she deadpanned.
Loki’s shit-eating grin turned into a pout.
“Come on, Loki, make yourself useful.” Mobius pulled Loki further into the prison. “What do you see?”
“Death.”
“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. What else? What was your Variant looking for?”
“How should I know?”
“Loki!”
“Fine, fine, give me a minute.”
The female Hunter followed along. “This doesn’t make sense,” she said. “The Loki Variant had been killing our people this entire time. They usually spared the people on the timeline. Why did they massacre everyone here?”
“Well, these are the worst of the worst, and I guarantee you the prison guards aren’t any better. Maybe… altruism?” Mobius replied.
The Hunter snorted, “A Loki? Yeah, right.”
Loki gave the Hunter a side-eye.
“Anyway, we’re not here to figure out why they killed everyone,” Mobius explained, “we’re here to find out what they took, why they took it, and what they plan to do with it.” Turning, he said, “Did you sniff anything out yet, Loki?”
“‘Sniff anything out?’” Loki spat. “What do you take me for? A dog? First I was a little pussy cat, and now I am a little lap dog?”
“Now, don’t get so sensitive–”
“I am not being sensitive, you are being rude–”
The Hunter left them arguing amongst themselves to take readings elsewhere. Her readings began to ping the closer she got to one of the hallways. There was… something… sitting on a table with a piece of newspaper covering it. She gingerly pulled the newspaper away and let it fall to the floor.
“The fuck?” she uttered. It looked like a huge flower bud the size of a basketball. The dark green sepals wrapping around the petals had golden veins running through them, veins that seemed to glow with a pulsing heartbeat. The very tippy top of the bud had some deep red petals peeking through. There was a sickly sweet fragrance emanating from the bud. Leaning closer, the Hunter could see a trickle of golden viscous liquid seeping from the top where the petals were. The bud twitched and the Hunter jumped back.
“Hey… guys?” the Hunter called out. “You should come check this out…”
Loki looked in her direction and his eyes almost popped right out of his skull. He pointed at the bud and screamed, “Stay away from that!”
Loki ran to the Hunter and grabbed her arm to pull her away from the flower, but it was too late. The flower popped and splattered its contents all over Loki and the Hunter. The Hunter grimaced as this golden, sticky, shimmery goop slithered down her face and body.
“Jesus Fucking Christ, what is this? Is this…” She touched her fingertips to her lips. “Honey? Nectar? It’s sweet–”
“Don’t eat that!” Loki furiously shouted as he slapped the Hunter’s hand away from her mouth.
The Hunter was shocked. “Wha–”
“Take your clothes off!” Loki demanded.
The Hunter belligerently narrowed her eyes at him. “What?”
“I know what this is!” Loki yelled as he grabbed the Hunter’s wrist and pulled her with him down a random hallway. “Where are the showers? Every prison has a shower wing! We need to wash this off immediately!”
“What the hell is going on?” Mobius called out as he followed them.
“Let go of me,” the Hunter snarled as she tried to pull her wrist out of his grasp, but he wouldn’t budge. His hold was so tight that he was grinding her bones together.
Mobius, sounding exasperated, sighed, “Where the hell are you going?”
Mobius reached out towards Loki and Loki recoiled, screaming, “Don’t touch us! We’re contaminated!”
“What?” Mobius snatched his hand back.
“With what?” the Hunter screeched.
“There!” Loki pointed at a sign for the washroom. “The showers! Quickly!” He dragged the Hunter towards his intended destination.
“With what?!” the Hunter repeated as she smacked Loki’s arm with her free hand. The goop caused his clothes to stick to her palm and it released with a wet squish. “Ugh! Loki, contaminated with what?”
“It’s- argh!” Loki was annoyed with the Hunter’s lack of cooperation. “It’s a very concentrated form of aphrodisiac. It’s usually used in very small amounts – and I mean very small; miniscule, and tremendously diluted – during feasts where – I’m not sorry to say – an orgy is the main event. But the amount that has bespattered us is deadly. So we must dispose of our clothes and wash the nectar off of our bodies. This is very potent; you don’t even have to ingest it – although you already did. Just letting it touch your skin is enough to feel its effects.”
“Holy shit!” Mobius’ voice cracked behind them.
“Holy. Shit.” The Hunter gasped as well.
“Indeed,” Loki scowled. “Now, come on.”
Loki shoved the Hunter through the door of the communal shower. She stumbled but he righted her and then stuffed her under a shower head. He turned the water on as hot as he could and left her there. She yelped and turned the water back to a more comfortable level.
“Hurry,” Loki said as he turned his own shower on and started tearing off his clothes. “Take everything off and throw it there, furthest away from you.” Loki pointed to the corner of the room. “Thoroughly wash yourself. Use soap – use a lot of soap – don’t just stand there, hurry!”
The Hunter tore her eyes away from the undressing god and quickly unclipped her helmet, throwing it in the direction Loki told her. She ripped the hair tie out of her ponytail, letting her dark, straight hair fall just past her shoulders; then she started peeling off her armor and utility clothing. There wasn't any shampoo, but there was a bar of soap sitting on a wall-mounted soap dish and she grabbed it. It squished out of her hand and jumped in the air. She did a small little dance as she tried to catch the soap, but it kept shooting out of her grasp. When she finally caught it, her relief at not dropping the soap was short-lived when she noticed a very large mirror stretching the width of the room on one of the walls.
“Is that a two-way mirror?” the Hunter cried, her lips curling incredulously. “Why is there a two-way mirror to view the showers? That is disgusting!”
Loki scoffed, “I assure you that this isn’t the only place that has such an amenity throughout the galaxies.”
“Agent Mobius, you and the team better not be watching us!” the Hunter yelled.
Mobius’ voice rang through a loudspeaker. “Sorry, kid, I promise we’re not looking. It’s just me and B-15, okay? Hurry up and wash that crap off.”
“Why the hell did the flower explode?” the Hunter hysterically squealed as she frantically rubbed the bar of soap into her hair and face.
“It was overripe,” Loki answered. “It’s normally harvested long before it gets to that size.” Loki tilted his head up to catch some water to rinse his mouth, but he, too, already swallowed some of the nectar earlier so it really didn’t make much of a difference now.
“Ugh, it doesn’t wanna come off!” the Hunter squeaked in a panic.
“Just keep washing! Don’t stop!” Loki told her.
After a few minutes, the sounds of frenzied scrubbing slowed and stilled. The Hunter suddenly felt dizzy and she fell forward, placing her forearm against the shower wall. She wheezed and leaned her forehead against the cool tiles and let the water run down her hair and back. She closed her eyes and swallowed. This growing… yearning… was steadily building in her groin to the point of pain.
“Oh, crap…” she grumbled.
The sound of the Hunter’s voice caused a violent tingle to run down Loki’s spine. He shuddered and clenched his jaw as he tried to even out his breathing. He glanced at the Hunter to see her back towards him. She was practically shrinking into herself; she was biting one of her fists and her shoulders were trembling. He huffed as he looked down at himself and watched his cock harden and grow.
He shook his head and chuckled, “It’s too late.”
Loki’s unhinged laughter caused Mobius to glance up and see Loki slowly turning to look at the Hunter, his eyes burning with desire, his breathing came out heavy through his parted lips; his chest was heaving as if he had been running a marathon.
“Hey…” Mobius’ voice piped through the loudspeaker. “Nooo…” he scolded as if to a dog about to do something they shouldn’t – like humping someone’s leg. Except this wasn’t a dog and he would do a lot more than hump the Hunter’s leg.
Loki eyed her from the top of her head to her feet on the floor. She was a young recruit. Well, young was subjective, as time moved differently at the TVA. She could have been working there for decades, maybe even centuries, and still look to be in her twenties; barely pushing thirty. She had an athletic build, showing that she had been a fighter for many years. Her shoulders were broader, slimming down to a smaller waist, giving her a bit of an upside-down triangle figure. Her arms were somewhat thickened with firm muscles, as were her thighs and calves. His eyes lingered at her delightfully round and lifted ass.
“Loki…” Mobius dragged out the “i” in Loki’s name in warning.
Loki turned completely and started to take slow strides to stand behind the Hunter. The two people watching behind the mirror caught a glimpse of the god’s cock; it was fully erect… and very well endowed.
“Oh, shit!” B-15 spluttered before coughing and clearing her throat, embarrassed at her little shocked outburst.
“Loki, no!” Mobius continued in the same scolding manner. “Now, you stay away from her! Don’t you touch her!”
And Loki touched her, placing his hands on her shoulders.
“What did I just say?” Mobius snapped, the loudspeaker creaking with feedback. “Loki, get away from her!”
Loki ran his palms down to her upper arms and squeezed. He didn’t use his full strength, not even a fraction of it, but it was hard enough to leave bruises in the shape of his gorgeous hands on her skin. He pulled her back towards himself until she could feel his length pressed against her tailbone.
“Loki, stop that! Bad, Loki!” Loki could almost imagine Mobius wagging his finger at him if he wasn’t so engrossed in the naked woman in front of him.
Loki wrapped an arm around the Hunter’s torso, cupping one of her breasts; it barely filled his large hand. He placed his other hand against her abdomen, but it was slowly slinking lower. The Hunter’s breath hitched as her jaw went slack and her lips fell open. She leaned her head back against Loki’s shoulder and he leaned forward to plant a kiss on the side of her neck.
Mobius smacked the two-way mirror and yelled, “Loki! Let her go!”
Loki gave Mobius the middle finger salute.
“Well, fuck you too!” Mobius smacked the mirror again.
Loki let out an irritated sigh as he gestured towards the two-way mirror and it completely frosted over in white, keeping prying eyes from getting a free show.
Mobius screamed, “God dammit, you stop that, Loki! Stop that right now!” With a flick of his wrist, Loki crushed the loudspeaker in a glittery swirl of green. It let out a metallic shriek before it became blissfully silent.
“Oh, that mischievous scamp!” Mobius glowered as he stomped his way out of the nasty-shower-watching office. “That mischievous horny scamp!”
“Mobius, what do you think you’re doing?” B-15 grabbed Mobius’ arm and pulled him back into the office.
“I’m going in there and separating those two!”
“Are you crazy? They’re contaminated! Do you wanna go in there and start an orgy? ‘Cause I don’t! You don’t know how… sticky… that goop is! It might not be washing out; it might still be stuck on them. You wanna start touching them and pulling them apart?”
“B-15, they’re drugged.” Mobius sounded frustrated as he waved his arms around. “They don’t know what they’re doing; they can’t control it. They can’t consent. It could really mess them up!”
“If they survive,” one of the other hunters snorted.
B-15 glared at the tactless hunter and he snapped his mouth shut, having the grace to look abashed.
“Get out,” B-15 ordered as she pointed to the exit. “When the hell did you get in here anyway? Pervert. I will write you up!”
She turned back to Mobius as the hunter scurried out of there.
“They’ll probably be fine.” She sounded unconvinced, but she wasn’t willing to step foot in the showers and she would not allow anyone else to go in either. They had no idea what the nectar did; if those affected would just… make love until they died. B-15 cringed at her own description of the matter. It was hardly “making love,” it was more animalistic than that, but she didn’t want to think “mating” either because that just sounded worse. She’d be damned if she allowed anyone else to fall under the same toxin and… made love to death. She cringed again. But, considering one was a god and the other was human, it was more than likely the human wouldn’t survive.
“They’ll be fine once they get it out of their system,” B-15 added while nodding, still sounding unconvinced.
The squeal of feedback from the smashed loudspeaker jolted the Hunter. Her eyes widened and she blinked hard, shaking her head. Her wet hair slapped and stuck against her face. She took a few gasping breaths and, in a moment of clarity, pushed away from Loki; stumbling her way towards the exit.
Loki’s lips curled in indignation as he gestured towards the door and a blast of green magic jammed the lock into place, keeping the Hunter trapped with him while keeping everyone else from interrupting. He grabbed the Hunter by her wrist and yanked her back. She slipped, but he caught her and shoved her against the wall. She tried to step away again, but he wouldn’t allow it and pressed his slicken body against hers. Hot water from the shower fell over them.
“Nowhere to run to now, little agent,” Loki chuckled as he brushed her wet hair out of her face to get a good look at her. She was cute, he could say that much. She had a slightly round face with big eyes and full lips.
“I’m not an agent,” the Hunter slurred, as if drunk. “Mobius is the agent. I’m a hunter – a soldier.”
“What’s your name, soldier?” Loki placed two fingers under the Hunter’s chin and lifted her head to meet his gaze.
“B-38.”
“That’s not your name,” Loki sneered.
“That’s all I know.”
“Alright then…” Loki leaned in and brushed the tip of his nose against hers. “Little Bumble Bee.”
“Don’t call me that,” B-38 said as she shoved at his chest. He didn’t budge. “Don’t give me any pet names. That’s weird. We’re not that close.”
“Well, we’re about to get a lot closer.” Loki firmly pressed his lips against hers. She grunted as he pried her jaw open by squeezing her cheeks and he unceremoniously drove his tongue down her throat.
B-38’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and her knees gave out. She would have sunk to the floor if Loki wasn’t holding her up.
“Aw, hell. Screw it,” B-38 thought as she got her feet under her, reached up, and raked her nails into Loki’s back; kissing him just as aggressively.
The kiss was messy. Their teeth clicked and their noses didn’t align quite right and were a bit smashed against each other’s faces. Loki ground his rock-hard cock against the Hunter, and she kept shifting and squirming until she was able to get the positioning right and felt his length rub against her clit. She whined against his mouth and he swallowed her cries.
Loki pulled away and tugged her hair back, forcing her to crane her neck; then he pressed his lips to her throat – rough kisses and bites that hurt just as much as felt good. He slowly trailed down until he reached her breasts, pausing to admire them – they’re small with caramel-colored nipples. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and she moaned. B-38 tangled her fingers into his wet hair and raised one of her legs to wrap around his hip. He grabbed her thigh harshly to keep her there. He drew a line with his tongue across her chest to lavish attention to the other nipple, twirling his tongue around it before licking it. With his other hand, he reached between them and cupped her cunt. She instinctively ground against his palm and drenched him with her arousal. He released her nipple from his mouth with a wet kiss; then he straightened and grabbed her chin to make her look at him. Her lips were parted and her breathing came out in heavy gusts. Her pupils were blown open; he could barely tell she had brown eyes when almost all he saw was black. Her entire face was blushing a deep crimson. He could tell the flower’s toxin had taken hold of her completely; he wondered if he looked the same.
Loki positioned the tip of his cock to her opening and watched her face as he callously thrust into her. She yelped at the very sudden invasion; then leaned forward and bit his shoulder in retaliation. He grunted but didn’t push her away. The one leg she still had on the floor was shaking uncontrollably as it was on its tippy toes to accommodate his height. He hooked his other arm under that leg and lifted her completely off the ground. From that position, his cock sunk even deeper into her; she groaned against his shoulder.
Loki started his thrusts long and slow, feeling her tight walls mercilessly squeeze against him. She freed her teeth from his shoulder and tilted her head back; the water from the shower rained down her face. He was the largest she ever had and she could feel him stretching her just almost shy of pain. When he shifted and began to pick up speed, hitting her at just the right spot, her eyes fluttered close and she moaned loudly, “Oh, God, please, please, please…”
Loki laughed breathlessly, “Are you begging?”
B-38 inhaled sharply and then she sputtered, “No.”
“Don’t stop,” Loki demanded; his smile full of glee. “I like you begging. Beg me like a wanton whore.”
“Stop that.” Her face twisted in annoyance.
“Alright, darling, forgive me,” Loki relented, his voice lilting. “I was too crude. My gentle Bumble Bee deserves tenderness.” He slowed his momentum and leisurely pumped in and out of her, teasing her and driving her insane.
B-38 let out a sound of frustration; then she snarled, “Will you just shut up and fuck me? Stop messing around!”
“Not so gentle then,” Loki chuckled. His face then grew dark as he ruthlessly slammed into her.
B-38 shrieked and then choked on her gasps to keep herself from screaming her lungs out. He was practically jackhammering her at this point; their flesh obscenely slapping against each other. She clung to his shoulders, digging her nails into him. She was half sobbing, half moaning. It hurt so good. Tears ran down her face, but neither she nor Loki would notice as the water from the running shower masked it.
Loki muttered into her ear as he fucked her silly; muttering pure vulgarity. He cursed her beauty and he cursed her sweet weeping voice. He cursed her perfect tits and he cursed her impossibly tight cunt. He described to her in very detailed imageries exactly how tight she was; how her cunt just kept greedily swallowing him up and not wanting to let go. He told her he wanted to fuck her wide open and make her bleed on his cock, but they were just words. He didn’t mean it and he didn’t do it. He told her such deliciously horrible things; so atrocious that it made her cry harder and harder as he fucked her harder and harder with every terrible thing he said.
B-38’s orgasm took her by surprise and she wailed, throwing her head back and accidentally smacking her skull against the tiles. Her quivering tunnel clamped down on Loki and he gasped, feeling his own orgasm nearing. He came with a soft cry and buried his head into her neck. She was a little surprised because it sounded quite vulnerable. Lokis were a lot of things, and vulnerable was never one of them. She found it quite endearing…not that she would ever say that out loud. In a moment of impulsiveness, she tugged at Loki’s hair until he looked at her, then she placed a soft kiss against his lips.
Pairing: Soft Dark!Loki x Female Reader, or Soft Dark!Loki x Original Female Character, depending on reader interpretation.
Other Characters: Mobius, B-15
Rating: Explicit
Status: Completed
Summary: This takes place in season 1, episode 2 of the Loki series; before Pompeii. Mobius takes Loki and a team of hunters to a Nexus event on some inhospitable planet. Mobius and Loki are supposed to investigate the event before the branched timeline collapse, but a trap poisons Loki and a (female) Hunter, causing them to fall into their baser instincts… Or, in other words, a sex pollen, drug-induced, rough sex smut fest.
Pairing: Soft Dark!Loki x Female Reader, or Soft Dark!Loki x Original Female Character, depending on reader interpretation.
Other Characters: Mobius, B-15
Rating: Explicit
Summary: This takes place in season 1, episode 2 of the Loki series; before Pompeii. Mobius takes Loki and a team of hunters to a Nexus event on some inhospitable planet. Mobius and Loki are supposed to investigate the event before the branched timeline collapse, but a trap poisons Loki and a (female) Hunter, causing them to fall into their baser instincts… Or, in other words, a sex pollen, drug-induced, rough sex smut fest.
Loki and B-38 were enjoying a moment of peace as they lay on the floor; the hot water from the showers was still running to keep the room warm but the spray was away from their bodies. One of Loki’s arms was hooked under his head; the other was wrapped around B-38’s shoulders. B-38 laid her head against Loki’s chest, one of her arms limply splayed over his abdomen; the other was beginning to go numb, trapped half underneath herself and half underneath Loki.
Loki was gently circling one of the bruises he left behind on her arm. “I can heal these for you,” he softly suggested.
A beat, and then B-38 breathed, “Nah, leave ‘em.”
Loki lifted his head to look down at B-38; his eyebrows were raised in surprise. “Really?” he said.
“Yeah,” she mumbled, her eyes growing heavy with exhaustion.
Loki stared at her for a few seconds before slowly leaning down. He was just about to press his lips to her forehead when a sudden agitated knocking broke the moment and startled both of them.
“Are you two still alive in there?” Mobius’ muffled voice could be heard screaming through the door. “There’s, uh, no more sounds.”
Loki groaned; then replied, “We’re alive.”
“Good,” Mobius yelled, “‘Cause I’m gonna kill ya, Loki!”
Loki scowled. “Why is this my fault?”
“Loki, open the fucking door!” The knocking sounded more like a fist pounding at the door now.
Loki groaned again and slowly stood, gently pulling B-38 up with him. With a small wave, he conjured each of them a towel to cover their nudity.
“Thanks,” B-38 said as she adjusted the towel across her torso.
“My pleasure,” Loki said; his voice deep with some mischievous rakishness.
B-38 side-eyed him and couldn’t help the small smirk playing on her lips.
Loki twirled his fingers and the door opened. Mobius and B-15 barged in with their timesticks engaged and ready. Loki immediately took a step back and hid behind B-38.
“Stop, stop, it’s okay!” B-38 reassured them with her hands out trying to placate the worried duo. “We’re fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”
“Are you sure?” Mobius asked as he lowered the timestick. “You don’t look fine.”
Mobius glanced over the Hunter’s form, noticing dark bruises in the shape of hands and fingertips covering her arms and thighs. Round splotches of red also spread across her neck and chest. He looked away so as to not rudely stare.
B-38 sincerely replied, “I’m sure; I’m fine. It’s no big deal.”
“See? It’s no big deal!” Loki reiterated with a little grin, a dramatic flourish of his hand, and his eyes were wide in his attempt to convey boyish innocence.
Loki’s remark earned him a scathing glare from both Mobius and B-15. Loki cleared his throat, his face fell, and he shifted uncomfortably.
Mobius tossed two pairs of prisoner jumpsuits in Loki and B-38’s direction. They were still in their plastic packaging. “Put these on;” Mobius ordered, “leave your old clothes behind. They’ll be destroyed when we reset the timeline – don’t wanna bring that shit back with us to the TVA.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Loki quipped as he tore the plastic off of his jumpsuit, “every single one of you looks like you could use some lightening up. Perhaps a little debauchery is exactly what you all need.”
Mobius scoffed, “Get dressed, you degenerate,” and shooed B-15 out the door to let Loki and B-38 have some privacy. Not that they really need it anymore, seeing as Mobius and B-15 already got an eyeful of them earlier, but it was still polite.
Loki watched B-38 get dressed with her back to him. Her body language seemed to be relaxed, if not a bit embarrassed. He thoroughly enjoyed his time with her, and it seemed she enjoyed her time with him. At the very least, she wasn’t hurt, disgusted, devastated, ashamed, or angry. And! She was choosing to keep the marks he left on her. She also chose to kiss him after their tryst, and also lie in his arms. That was all very promising. It had been… a very long time since he last had any relations with someone. He’d hate to admit it, but he had been a bit lonely. Maybe he could convince her to spend more time with him later.
It turned out Loki didn’t have to do much convincing.
Mobius decided to put a pause in the investigation to go back to the TVA with everyone in tow. Out of an abundance of caution, everyone was put through decontamination. Everyone else seemed to have escaped the aphrodisiac flower, as they showed no signs of arousal. Loki and B-38, however, still had the nectar’s illicit effects coursing through their veins.
B-38 was in a private room in the infirmary, sitting on a bed and anxiously fiddling with her hands. She had changed out of the prisoner jumpsuit and into some standard TVA gray sweats. Her collar was beginning to become darkened with her perspiration.
“Separated from you,” B-15 sternly answered. “Look, you guys can’t be near each other; at least, not until the toxins are flushed out of your systems. I know it’s hard–”
B-38 snorted.
B-15 narrowed her eyes slightly in amusement before continuing, “But he’s a god, and he can kill you. You just gotta… tough it through for a little while–”
“It’s really hot in here,” B-38 interrupted, no longer listening to what B-15 was saying. B-38 quickly tugged her sweatshirt over her head and tossed it to the side. “Hoo…” she whooped as she rhythmically tugged at her white tank top in an attempt to cool herself off.
Loki growled wordlessly as he pulled at the restraints tying him down on the bed. A doctor came to draw his blood. “Just a small pinch; gonna run some tests,” she commented.
“You dare–!” Loki snarled before noticing Mobius walk into the room. “Mobius!” Loki suddenly sounded elated. He laughed breathlessly, “There you are, my friend!”
“Oh, I’m your friend now, am I?” Mobius sardonically replied.
“Of course, you are! You are my best friend!”
“Right…” Mobius gave Loki a quick look-over, who had also since changed into TVA gray sweats; Mobius donned his standard suit. Loki’s face was red and a vein was popping out of his forehead. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and his hair was damp from it. In fact, Mobius thought that Loki might actually have steam coming off of his skin. Loki’s eyes looked wild and his smile showed a little too much teeth. Mobius pointedly ignored the huge bulge poking up from the blanket covering Loki’s lap. The blanket had to have been an attempt at modesty from the nurses.
Next to the bed, the heart monitor was beeping like crazy and all sorts of alarms were going off. Mobius glanced at the machinery before giving it a double-take. “Holy shit!” he hissed in disbelief. Loki’s heart rate was going well over 600 beats per minute; a mortal would be dead by now.
“Hey, Doc…” Mobius said; his voice was tinged with worry, “how’s he doing?”
“Yeah… um…” the Doctor replied, “Not great. His heart rate is insane, we’re sure the only reason he didn’t go into cardiac arrest is because he’s not human. He’s also running a very high fever; he’s practically boiling. Earlier, he felt like a pot of soup that’s been sitting in the fire a little too long. If you touched him, you’d literally get burned.” As if to prove her point, the doctor raised her hand and showed the red scorch mark on her fingertips.
“Yeah, are you doing anything about that at all?” Mobius sarcastically asked while squinting, sounding a bit irritated. “Any more of this and he’s gonna croak.”
“Of course, we are, Agent Mobius,” the Doctor sighed. “We gave him as much sedatives as we possibly could to slow down his heart rate, any more and he might OD. It’s already way over the limit a human can take. It’s enough to take down an elephant. We’re also giving him cold IV fluids to lower his temperature. At least touching him no longer feels like sticking your hand into a deep fryer.”
“So…” Loki cut in, trying to sound casual but failing because his voice was cracking. “Where is my other best friend? My darling Bumble Bee? Where is she, Mobius?”
Mobius rolled his eyes and said, “Don’t you worry about her, Loki. She’s being cared for.”
“That’s good to hear, that’s very good to hear. I’d like to see her.”
“No.”
“Oh, come now,” Loki laughed; his words were coming out of his mouth a little too quickly. “I just wish to talk to her. I, uh, I wish to apologize. I wasn’t as kind to her as I should have been. I was very rude, you see; lost all my manners.”
“Uh huh… you’ve lost all your marbles too if you think I’m letting you outta here.”
“Just let me go; let me see her. I want to see her. I’ll be good, trust me.” Loki was starting to sound desperate.
“Yeah, I don’t quite believe you.”
“Come on,” Loki chuckled.
“No.”
“Where is she, Mobius?” Loki, who was practically hyperventilating at this point, grinned at Mobius.
When Mobius remained silent, Loki’s face twisted in rage and he roared, “WHERE IS SHE?!”
Mobius sighed, “I’m not letting you go, and I’m not telling you where she is. You’re a god, for Christ’s sake, with all the hunger of one too. You’ll kill her.”
“I won’t,” Loki gulped as he furiously shook his head. “I promise, I won’t. I’ll be very careful. She’ll like it, I swear.”
Mobius cringed. “Loki, don’t say things like that; that’s gross.”
“Untie me,” B-38 heaved as she squirmed. “I, uh, I need to use the bathroom.”
“I’ll have the nurse get you a bedpan,” B-15 sweetly answered as she patted B-38’s hand.
“Where’s Loki?” B-38 whined pathetically.
“You can’t see Loki,” B-15 gently said. “He’ll kill you.”
“Oh, fuck you, let him kill me then!” B-38 groaned as she arched on the bed and pulled at the restraints. “I’ll die with a smile on my face!”
“Gross,” B-15 said with a guileless smile, ignoring the disrespect, as she patted B-38’s hand again. “And no.”
After making sure no one else was showing symptoms of arousal poisoning, Mobius decided it was time to rally the team to go back to that hostile planet and finish up the investigation. This time, everyone went in full hazmat gear. Loki and B-38 were, of course, left behind, as both were still completely incapacitated, although stable. Loki’s heart rate was still skyrocketing, and his fever was still at a ridiculous temperature, but that didn’t seem to be hurting him. They gave him enough sedatives to kill an abilisk and he was finally knocked out enough to keep him from screaming about going scorched Earth for their insolence.
B-38 was taking the treatment a lot better (and with a lot more dignity). The sedation was keeping her heart rate down, and regular old ibuprofen was keeping her fever down.
Loki burned through those sedatives faster than the doctors could anticipate, but – the very clever god that he was – he wasn’t stupid enough to let on that he was no longer sedated. He kept his eyes closed and his breathing even until he could no longer hear anyone buzzing around him. When all was silent, he cracked one eye open, then the other.
Loki twisted his wrists in their cuffs. Those restraints might have been able to hold indefinitely for a mortal, but for a god, it was only a matter of time before he was able to tear through the fabric.
“Finally,” Loki growled, sitting up and unbuckling the rest of the restraints over his ankles.
He ripped the IV out of his arm; then he yanked the heart monitor electrodes off of his chest. His entire sweatshirt was disgustingly soaked in his perspiration so he impatiently tore it over his head and threw it in a random direction. He hopped off his bed, grabbed a pitcher of water resting on an overbed table, and chugged the entire thing; most of the water dribbled down his chin and chest. Gasping for air after he finished emptying the pitcher, he quickly scampered out of the room before the squealing alarms on the heart monitor got someone’s attention.
B-38 was limply lying in bed and high as a kite from the sedation. The cocktail of drugs made her feel like she was on a swaying boat sailing on gentle waters, which would have been comforting and lull her to sleep… if not for the fact that she was so horny she was literally crying. Well, perhaps not real crying, but tears kept rolling down the corners of her eyes involuntarily.
B-38 saw a flash of someone suddenly appearing at the door’s window. She jumped and yelped, “Jesus Christ!”
She calmed down when she realized it was Loki enthusiastically waving at her, but in her defense, he did look a little psychotic. He quietly slipped in through the door and B-38 chuckled, “Oh, my God…”
“Is here!” Loki announced with his arms spread.
B-38 snorted, “Yeah, okay.” She paused; then added, “What happened to your shirt?”
“I took it off,” he simply answered.
“Why?”
“I was hot,” he said, as if that was the most natural thing in the world. “What happened to your shirt?” Loki asked in return when he noticed she was only wearing a white tank top that was soaked in sweat and became a bit sheer. He appreciated the view.
“Oh… well, I guess I also took it off… because I was hot…” B-38 sputtered. “Look, it doesn’t matter; let’s just get out of here!”
“Okay!” Loki beamed and swiftly undid her restraints.
B-38 sat up and the room spun; she shook her head and made it worse. She muttered something incoherent.
“Here, drink this,” Loki ordered as he shoved a glass of water into her hands.
She hadn’t realized how dry her mouth was as she swallowed the entire thing in three sips. While she was distracted, Loki hastily yanked the IV out of her arm and the vein started shooting out a tiny stream of blood.
“Ow!” B-38 snapped.
“Oops, sorry! Sorry!” Loki floundered, as he pressed a finger to the pinprick to stop the bleeding.
If looks could kill, the exasperated one B-38 gave Loki would do it.
“Alright, let’s go before they separate us again,” B-38 said as she pulled the heart monitor electrodes off of her chest, and then hopped off of bed… to immediately flop to the floor.
Loki was too late to catch her, but he quickly helped her up.
“Oof, these drugs are not kidding…” B-38 moaned.
An alarm started blaring throughout the facility.
“For fuck’s sake!” B-38 whined.
“Pardon me,” Loki said as he hurled B-38 over his shoulder and made a run for it.
“Loki!” B-38 yelled. “Loki, I don’t like being upside down!” She could feel her stomach lurching.
“Bumble Bee, you have to stop squirming,” Loki scolded as he lightly slapped her ass and continued to run down the halls.
“I will puke on you,” B-38 threatened. “And don’t call me that!”
Loki passed an elevator and B-38 yelled, “Wait, go in that elevator!”
Loki doubled back and went in; B-38 told him which button to press and he did as she said. As the elevator whirred to their floor, B-38 demanded, “Now put me down.”
A sharp bark of laughter escaped from Loki’s lips and he proceeded to ignore her.
“I mean it!”
“I put you down and you will just sink to the floor.”
“I’m good now,” B-38 insisted.
“Alright,” Loki cheerfully conceded and slowly lowered her from his shoulder. She was able to stand for exactly one second before her knees gave out. Loki held her against him to keep her from falling with a very smug look on his face.
B-38 narrowed her eyes at him before she belligerently said, “I don’t want to be upside down.”
B-38 ignored the hard bulge digging into her pelvis. As difficult as it was, elevator sex was not in the equation. The propensity of getting caught and then being separated again was too great. However, she did notice that just being close to Loki was easing some of the incessant ache she had been feeling.
“Fine,” Loki acquiesced; he lifted her into a piggyback position.
The elevator pinged and the door opened. “There,” B-38 pointed.
Loki followed her directions as she guided them deeper and deeper into the TVA; walking down a hallway, into another elevator, into a hallway, and then another elevator, over and over again. Soon, the halls started to get narrower, the lights started to become dimmer, and random junk began to line the walls.
“This place is a labyrinth!” Loki complained.
“Through that door,” B-38 instructed.
Loki sighed and nudged the door open with his foot; then stepped through. It looked to be a warehouse-sized archival room that didn’t get many visitors. Shelves filled the room with dusty plastic bins; the contents weren’t known as neither Loki nor B-38 were interested in finding out. Well… Loki might have been interested in snooping if he wasn’t more interested in finally sinking his cock deep inside B-38’s tight cunt again. Loki kicked the door shut behind him.
“People rarely come down here,” B-38 stated as Loki walked further into the maze of shelves. “We can be alone for a while.”
“Good,” Loki replied as he looked for the least disgusting spot to have his fun. He found it behind one of the newly installed shelves, therefore the least dusty, and the area around it looked like it had been recently mopped too. He lowered her to the floor and she was able to stand this time. When he turned to face her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss; he eagerly complied. He placed a hand on her chest and then moved down into her tank top to fondle her bare breast. She moaned into his mouth as he rolled a nipple under his thumb.
B-38 pulled away and then pushed down at Loki’s shoulders until he sat on the floor. She tugged his sweatpants off and tossed them behind her. Loki laughed as she pulled her pants off as well and then straddled him. He ripped the tank top off of her and gleefully stared at her breasts. She ground her slick slit against his length; the grin got wiped from his face as his jaws went slack and he sighed.
B-38 snaked her hand between them and grasped his cock, stroking it a few times and feeling its hefty weight before she lifted herself to her knees and positioned his cock against her core. She slowly sat down on him, sheathing him inside of her. She hissed between her teeth. He was so big that she still struggled to take him. She shifted and gently rolled her hips, trying to adjust to his size. As much as she enjoyed the not-very-gentle-and-kind-of-painful-but-amazing sex from earlier, that was not what she wanted this time.
Loki moaned and grabbed her ass, trying to urge her to move already. B-38 leaned down and distracted him with another kiss, brushing her tongue against his. Loki slid his hands up to cup both of her breasts, gently squeezing and grazing her nipples with his fingers. B-38 gasped into his mouth and unconsciously began to slowly ride him. He slid his hands back down to her hips, massaging her ass and thighs. She shifted ever so slightly to get the angle just right; sending tingles down her spine. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she rode him faster; her breath rasping as she threw her head back.
Loki wanted to see her face. He placed one hand on the back of her skull and pulled her head back down. B-38 bit her lips and whimpered as she looked into his eyes; she rode him faster and harder. He was looking up at her, almost as if in awe, his lips parted and eyes sparkling. She didn’t notice before when they first fucked in the showers; most likely because he didn’t show this side of himself then, but she noticed it now – Loki’s voice tended to get higher, softer, and breathier when he fucked. And like the first time she heard him come, he sounded a lot less guarded, and a lot more vulnerable; it was like he bared his soul when he fucked. She found it extremely sexy and a bit heartrending.
B-38 felt that she was close, so close; she rolled her hips a few more times and came with a sob. Her entire body shook violently as her movements became jerky and uncoordinated. Loki firmly gripped her hips and forced her to continue riding his cock; lifting and lowering her faster and harder; using her until he, too, reached completion. B-38 took it all with her jaws clenched. He came softly this time too, wrapping his arms around her waist and crushing her against him, burying his face into her chest. She intertwined her fingers into his hair and held him closely as well.
They sat like that for a long time, Loki still inside of her even as his cock softened. Eventually, B-38 moved to untangle herself from him; Loki reluctantly obliged. It seemed the effects of the flower’s toxins had been satiated for the time being and the burning lust surging through them had decreased somewhat. It wasn’t completely gone, and the couple knew they would end up needing to have another romp soon, but exhaustion was taking over B-38 and she really needed to rest. On the other hand, Loki had already recovered.
B-38 sat down next to Loki and leaned her head against his shoulder while wrapping her arms around his waist; Loki wrapped his arms around her as well. Sleep immediately took over B-38 and Loki contentedly enjoyed her quiet company.
Pairing: Soft Dark!Loki x Female Reader, or Soft Dark!Loki x Original Female Character, depending on reader interpretation.
Other Characters: Mobius, B-15
Rating: Explicit
Summary: This takes place in season 1, episode 2 of the Loki series; before Pompeii. Mobius takes Loki and a team of hunters to a Nexus event on some inhospitable planet. Mobius and Loki are supposed to investigate the event before the branched timeline collapse, but a trap poisons Loki and a (female) Hunter, causing them to fall into their baser instincts… Or, in other words, a sex pollen, drug-induced, rough sex smut fest.
“Jesus Christ, where the hell have you two been? We all thought you guys were dead! Or that Loki killed you and was hiding your body,” Mobius’ worried cries echoed through the cafeteria as everyone else eyed them curiously.
Loki and B-38 both looked like something the cat dragged in. Their hair was a tangled, matted, greasy bird’s nest of a mess. Loki was still missing his shirt and the skin of his torso was smeared in dirt, as were his sweatpants. B-38’s white tank top was slightly torn and became a muggy gray with splotches of dirt here and there. Both of their faces were unwashed and shiny, smears of grime also soiled their cheeks and forehead. Loki was barefoot, whereas B-38 still had one of her socks; the other was long gone. Both looked utterly exhausted – although the god seemed to be faring better – and both were carrying trays piled high with food and boxed juices. They slowly made their way to Mobius’ table; B-38 walking with a visible limp. They gingerly sat down in silence. Mobius stared at them for a few moments before he, too, sat back down.
“You guys disappeared for literally days,” Mobius continued. He turned to B-38. “How are you not dead?”
B-38 shrugged as she chugged a boxed juice in one large gulp; then she grabbed another box and drained that one just as fast.
“Yeah…” Mobius said as he watched her chug box after box of juice, and destructively stuff her face with food like a Neanderthal, utensils abandoned; just grabbing at food with her… dirty hands… and jamming it into her mouth. Now that Mobius got a good look at her, she seemed to have lost some weight.
Loki ate with a lot more dignity. Although he was technically also gorging himself, just not as disgustingly; he still had his table manners and ate with poise.
“So how’s the investigation?” B-38 asked with a full mouth.
Loki speared a pink mystery meat with his fork, brought it to eye level, and wrinkled his nose.
“Yeah, about that,” Mobius answered, “we don’t think they took anything. We found a bunch more of those sex flower bombs, though. We believe it was just a trap – infect a few of us, have us bring it back to the TVA, and let it cause chaos and destruction.”
“You bring back any of those flowers?”
“Why? You and Loki planning on another drugged-out sexcapade?”
B-38 narrowed her eyes at Mobius as she aggressively buttered a dinner roll. Loki snorted and, against better judgment, decided to eat that pink mystery meat.
“Maybe it needs to be tested?” B-38 said. “Researched? I don’t know.”
“Well, we can’t really risk the entire facility getting infected with that thing, so, no, we didn’t bring any back. We reset the timeline and that was that.”
“Hmm…” B-38 conceded. She finished all of her food and began eying Loki’s untouched pie.
Loki noticed her staring and pushed the pie towards her.
“So, uh…” Mobius said, “how are you guys? You, uh, you good? You need to get checked over by a doctor? See a…therapist? We have one of those, you know.”
“We are perfectly fine, I assure you,” Loki replied.
“We just need to clean up,” B-38 sighed, spooning the pie into her mouth. “And I need a few days off.”
“You need more days off? You just had–”
At B-38’s contemptuous glare, Mobius raised his hands in surrender. He chuckled, “I’m kidding, B-38, I’m kidding. You take as many days as you need.”
B-38 nodded and finished off Loki’s pie.
“I need a few days off too,” Loki added.
“You–” Mobius sighed and swiped a hand over his face.
A little while later, after Loki and B-38 had eaten and drank to their fill, both were found in B-38’s small apartment. They were in her shower, gently kissing, touching, and washing each other.
End.
Author's Note:
I hope you guys enjoyed going on this journey with me and Loki! I would really appreciate a reblog and some commentary to let me know what you think about the fic! This is my first time writing Loki, so I hope I did him justice!
