characters: (lady) loki laufeyson
warnings: NSFW 18+. AFAB reader. reader referred to as 'sweet girl'. insecurities regarding reader and loki's relationship. negative self-talk. reader bottoms. teasing loki. boobs and nipple-sucking. oral (reader/fem-receiving). implied second round.
notes: trying out a new aesthetic for images, all found on pinterest! also i unfortunately only find loki attractive in marvel rivals...also lady loki is hot lol. very high chance of mischaracterization…sorry
asgard wasn’t what you had expected it to be. it took a lot of convincing to even get you there and you had hoped that it would be everything loki hyped it up to be.
from day one you were judged for your mortality. a mortal and a god was not unheard of. plenty of gods kept humans as pets or entertainment, but a mutually respectful relationship? unheard of.
it caused your life to be scrutinized every. single. day.
it was mostly petty. mostly things that only a vain or insecure person would worry about. except you were the latter.
everybody whispered about you. your small stature compared to the god of mischief—loki. anything you wore was scrutinized, regardless of how fine the silks were. even comments about your ability to please him began to arise. he never once mentioned them, letting the insults run down his back whilst you drowned in them.
you no longer sought out loki’s company. he would do whatever it was he did within asgard, and you would remain in his quarters—away from leering eyes and snide remarks.
loki was no fool. he had taken notice of your slow retreat into yourself. his usual attempts of making you laugh or even regard him were no longer working, and he knew something was wrong. something was deeply wrong.
asgard was cold at night. during the day, it was warm and comforting—like a summers eve. at night, however, it was daunting and chilling, as if living in the arctic.
you had already climbed into bed for the night, dressed in your silks, your teeth brushed, and curled up into a ball buried beneath the mountains of blankets.
“you still have yet to tell me what is wrong, darling,” loki spoke, his voice silky as he slowly approached.
“because nothing is wrong,” you lied. it sounded natural coming from your tongue, but very little got by the god of mischief and lies
“oh please,” he scoffed, gently padding at your side with his hand, much like a kitten playing with its toy. “you have barely wanted to spend time with me. i cannot possibly be that boring.”
you slowly rolled onto your side, staring at him with a slight frown pulling at your lips.
“ah,” he hummed, sitting upright.
“so, what is it then?” he asked slowly, trying to slowly persuade you into opening up to him.
you let out a huff, agitated by his inability to simply shut up.
“i’m good,” you spoke, your words careful to not waiver in their certainty.
“mmm, you’re lying, darling,” he chided, playfully tapping your backside. “you’re a terrible liar. i don’t have to be a god to tell you that much.”
you could feel his gaze boring into you, even as you remained on your side, facing away from him.
his hand skimmed up your side, a low hum leaving him as he tried to think of how to break your shell. it was obvious you weren’t going to willingly bring it up on your own.
“i wouldn’t worry about it,” you huffed, forcing your eyes shut.
he was silent for a moment. too silent. there was movement on his side of the bed, and you could almost feel something mischievous going on.
a hand gently cupped your jaw, squishing your cheeks as he turned you to face him.
your eyes opened, an unamused expression on your face. the second you locked eyes with him, your eyes went wide.
he always brought out his lady loki form when he knew he was losing. it was the one thing that got to you more than anything else.
“not even now?” she smiled, her voice still deep and sultry.
you sputtered for a moment, pushing at her hands. “that’s not fair and you know it.”
“i’m just using my resources. it seems plenty fair to me.”
your eyes rolled to the side, thrashing your shoulder in an attempt to turn away. her hand caught your arm, tugging you back into place. your eyes widened at the sudden hostility, blinking in surprise as you two stared at each other.
“come on,” loki whispered, her breath lingering against your ear as she spoke. “something is wrong.”
her closeness was beginning to cloud your judgement. the way she sat so close, her chest pressed against your back as she breathed directly onto you.
“i just feel…a little out of it. like i’m not enough for you.”
“not enough for me?” she questioned, like a thought was impossible. “darling, you’re quite perfect for me.” she affirmed, kissing your cheek with a soft smile.
“what is bringing on those thoughts?”
that question made you pause. answering honestly would only piss her off, but she always seemed to know when you were lying—which would also annoy her.
“rumors? ugh, darling, you simply mustn’t pay them any mind. they have no idea what they’re speaking of, and they most certainly cannot speak on my behalf.” she looked almost disappointed in the fact you had let simple words get to your head like that.
she let out an annoyed hmph, nipping at your ear. “i promise, you’re more than enough for me. consider yourself lucky, i am a god after all…”
your turned your head to look at her, spotting her charming bright green eyes staring back at you.
“and you’re more than willing to serve your god, are you not?” her voice was low, sultry—sexy. it was no secret what she was asking.
“mhm,” you nodded slowly. she smirked, leaning in catch your plump lips with hers. she turned you fully, her leg hooking over your hips as the kisses became more demanding, needier.
she got you onto your back in just a few seconds, the kiss deepening as she swept her tongue over your bottom lip. it wasn’t like she was asking for permission—she was demanding it.
her tongue licked into your mouth slowly, easing you into the same messy makeout she always loved to have with you. it was practically routine by now.
your hands dug into her long black hair, urging her closer.
her hands were greedy. loki had always been a creature of greed; taking what she wanted when she wanted. her slender fingers dragged up the curves of your body–hip, waist, breast, neck–until they finally reached your jaw. her fingers slowly tilted your head up, forcing your neck to crane back.
she slowly moved down, her lips pressing into the smooth skin in a gentle fashion. she always took her time with you, sometimes even going too slow for your liking. it wasn’t often she found a mortal in her bed, and especially not one that so easily caught her affections.
your breath hitched as she nipped at that particular spot. you could feel the smile on her lips as she pressed a kiss over it before pulling back slowly. another tease.
“did you like that, my dearest?” she cooed, her voice relaxed like this was so normal for her.
“you already know the answer to that.”
a breathy laugh escaped her as she leaned back down, kissing from your neck down to your collarbones. she paused as she hit the fabric of your shirt, sitting up almost expectantly.
“what?” she questioned upon noticing you not moving. “am i expected to do all of the work?” while her tone sounded agitated, the smug smile on her lips proved otherwise. she was loving this.
“you tease too much,” you grumbled. she opened her mouth to speak, but the way you swiftly grabbed the edge of your shirt seemed to shut her up rather quickly. as your shirt slid up over your head, her gaze followed quickly.
despite having seen it many times before, she took her time admiring your body. her eyes dragged over the strap of your bra, before landing along your cleavage.
“all of it?” she smiled, almost testing her luck.
“why? you’re incapable of unclipping a bra yourself?” you teased, before reaching your hands back.
her face dropped, swiftly getting on her knees to slide closer to you. “that was mean,” she huffed, smacking your hands away from yourself. her body crowded around yours; chest-to-chest, faces only inches apart as her hands unclasped the remaining fabric.
her gaze remained on your chest as she tossed your bra to the side. “beautiful,” she sighed, pushing you back against the silk sheets. she settled herself on top of your pelvis, looking down at you like you were a work of art.
her hands cupped your chest, reveling in the way your breath hitched at the feel of her cold hands. “these have always been my favorite,” she whispered, leaning down to wrap her lips around one bud with a satisfied groan.
“fuck,” you muttered softly, your back arching with need. she picked up on it fast, using her fingers to toy with the other nipple.
“always so eager,” she cooed, nipping on the bud before pulling off with a soft pop.
“don’t be mean,” you huffed, pushing at her face.
“i would never,” she laughed, sliding her hand up your stomach just to watch you twitch beneath her touch.
“you would never.” you mocked, slowly tugging down your bottoms.
her eyes practically lit up, like she hadn’t been expecting such a reward.
“gods,” she breathed, leaning back to give you more room to undress.
once your clothing was off, she pounced.
she gripped your hips tight, kissing teasingly everywhere but where you wanted her most.
“so beautiful,” she purred, kissing the junction between your thighs and vulva. “something to worship and adore.”
you shivered as she breathed over you, her breath brushing perfectly against where you needed her most. a quick glance down had the two of you making eye contact. she smiled, so innocently compared to her normal teasing and mischief.
she gave a quick lick over your folds, watching you tense beneath her touch. she let out a soft hum, nuzzling into your thigh.
“i adore you.” she purred, finally dragging her tongue over you so she could feel every inch of you beneath her tongue.
“a-ah, shit.” you gasped softly as she pressed her tongue especially hard against your clit.
“i know, sweet girl.” she purred, giving a soft kiss before licking along you again.
her tongue moved with ease, licking into you. her nails dug into your hips, persistent as you squirmed and grasped at her hair above you.
“you’re so noisy.” she teased, smiling against you as you let out a particularly high-pitched whine.
her tongue swirled over your clit with ease, listening to the whines you let out every time she touched it. her plump lips wrapped around the nub, sucking greedily until you were pushing at her head, trying to get her off.
“t-too much,” you whined.
“not enough,” she refuted, going back to her movements. she dragged her thighs up until they rested on her shoulders before diving back in with a renewed hunger.
your legs tensed before shaking with your orgasm. she didn’t stop her mouth until your legs stopped trembling.
she pulled off with a satisfied groan, sitting upright with the lower half of her face covered in your slick and her eyes glossed over with pleasure.
she wiped her hand over her mouth, wiping the slick off on the sheets before climbing back over you.
you were still trying to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling.
loki’s gaze found yours, taking in the sheer pleasure and relaxation that fell over you post-coitus. her hands traced along your face for a moment, mapping out your features for the millionth time in her life.
“darling,” she whispered, almost too softly to be heard. “never doubt how i feel about you.”
her hair fell into your face as she leaned over. a tired laugh left you as you brushed her hair behind her ears, sliding your hand to the back of her neck, pulling her down until her forehead met yours.
she pressed a soft kiss into your lips. her lips moved slow against yours, savoring the taste and feel of you.
“i love you,” you whispered, pressing another kiss to her lips. you pulled back, pressing gentle kisses along her face as she sat in stunned silence.
it wasn’t common for people to express their love for her. she took a moment to accept your affections before smiling. “i love you too.” she whispered, kissing you again.
her hands slowly found yours, pressing them into the sheets.
“may i prove it to you again?”
