The Emerald Alter
notes: hii lovelies!! fair warning to my religious audience: this is the worship of a fictional god, if that makes you uncomfortable or violates your religious beliefs please don’t continue reading for your own good💘. reqs open & appreciated.
pairing: loki laufeyson x religious!reader
genre: smut, porn w/ little plot
summary: Loki finds you in your sanctuary, hands and knees praying to a god that won’t answer. He listens to you and your prayers. Then, he shows you that you could be so much more than a worshipper.
tw’s: kinda dark!loki, virgin reader, female reader, pnv, unprotected sex (i don’t encourage this), fingering, pet names (love, darling, sweet thing), religious beliefs, dirty talk, praise??, loki’s magic, multiple orgasms, implied age gap, male masturbation mentioned.
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You were a good girl. You prayed till your knees grew bloody, till your voice grew hoarse, till you were undeniably devoted to the gods. Loki liked to watch you. You would spend hours at a time at the alter of each god. Singing their praises. Begging for their forgiveness. For your sins to be forgotten and forgiven.
“Please, Odin.” Your voice croaked. Hands and knees, begging for some advice, a sign, anything.
Loki watched with hooded eyes in the shadows. He knew his father would be ignoring your pleas. He always did. His father was probably on the throne right now, growing fat and drinking, not paying attention to one of his most devoted worshippers.
“Please, I need your wisdom, oh, merciful god.” You begged, face falling into your hands as your knees gave out. Odin wasn’t answering. He never did. The God of Wisdom was ignoring your pleas. But Loki wasn’t.
“I have plentiful wisdom myself, darling. Why don’t you pray to me instead?” The voice purred, emerging from the shadows. There he stood. The God of Mischief. Tall, imposing, radiating power, dressed to the Nine in Asgardian leather and armor.
Silence fell between the two of you. Your eyes wide like an innocent deer, looking the picture of an innocent worshipper. Loki chuckled at your silence. Scared little thing.
“I-I must be hallucinating.” You murmured to yourself, shocked as you sat up on your knees before the god. You must have lost track in the church. How long had it been since you’ve drank water? Hours? This simply must be the product of dehydration. Or perhaps you had fallen asleep?
“Please, darling, don’t stop on my accord. Plead to the god that answered you this time.” Loki grinned, Cheshire cat-like. Mischievous. Obviously. You were hesitant but you obeyed your god. You bowed your head again, placing it on the back of your hands as you began to pray.
“Please, Loki, God of Mischief, son of Odin—“ You began as you always did. Loki grunted as he interrupted.
“—Frigga.” He corrected. You paused, lifting your head before nodding and continuing. You cleared your throat. It was beginning to grow raw.
“—son of Frigga.” You paused again, waiting for further corrections but you were met with a hum of approval. “Please, mischievous god. Provide me with your wisdom. Help me through my strife. In your name I pray, Loki.” You finished. Your cheeks were flushed of embarrassment as Loki hummed and nodded.
A beat of silence stretched before the two of you as he spoke again.
“When was the last time a god answered your prayers like this, little girl?” Loki inquired even though he knew the answer. He squatted down, placing a slender digit below your chin and lifting it upwards to meet his piercing gaze.
“Never, sir. Not like this.” You mumbled back, voice tiny like a mouse. Loki nodded with a grin.
“I figured.” He retorted playfully before standing once more. You stood as well, but the god still towered over you, invading your personal space. “You are a beautiful worshipper, love. Never strayed far from your faith, hmm?” He continued, slowly walking you backwards till your back hit the wall of the sanctuary.
“N-no. Never.” You stammered. Loki noticed how utterly flustered you grew, and it was simply adorable to him. He chuckled. A deep, rumbling noise from within his broad chest.
“Such a devoted, pretty thing. In Asgard we go to war for woman like you.” He hummed lowly, enforcing proximity between the two of you. You didn’t dare try to fight off the god. Not the god you had worshipped since you could speak.
“Are you afraid of me, darling?” Loki spoke up again. You shook your head. You weren’t afraid. You were grateful. Grateful a god had finally answered your prayers. Loki chuckled. He could see so much more for you. “You should be.” He stated plainly. You knew it was true. But you weren’t scared, surprisingly.
“You pray to these gods that never answer. They view you as a weak mortal. Someone who sings their praises without a morsel of credit.” Loki sneered. Not necessarily at you. But the words packed a punch in your gut. “They laugh at you. They don’t appreciate your efforts. How long have you been in this sanctuary, today alone?” Loki murmured, twisting a stray lock of your hair before releasing it with a grin. He didn’t put it back in place. He left it out. A sign that you weren’t perfect. That nothing was.
“Around 5 hours, my god.” You responded, your voice wavering. Surely the gods didn’t mock you. They appreciated you. A dedicated worshipper. Loki was the God of Deception. You wouldn’t let him deceive you.
“I can see so much for you, darling. You’re far from a weakling. You could be a goddess, if you wanted.” He mumbled against your ear, nipping at a spot just below it, pulling a sweet gasp from your lips. “The goddess of innocence, perhaps.” He laughed teasingly. You gulped despite yourself. Your veins craved power, but you had always fought it.
“I could give it to you, in fact. Is that what you want, sweet thing? All you must do is unleash that fire for me.” He grinned. He could see the flicker of fierceness in your eyes. The way you would force your eyes to dart instead of meet his. It was blasphemy to challenge a god. But you naturally wanted to. It was an instinct that you fought to suppress.
“I-I’m not sure.” You lied. You had nothing in this world. All you did was pray. Sometimes you didn’t even know what for. But you were determined to remain devoted. He grinned before tutting.
“You can not deceive me, love. Did my sweet worshipper forget what god she was talking to?” He teased with a malicious grin. His large hands ran over your body like a virtue. He noticed your gaze lingering on his wandering palms. His fingers. How they brushed against you with care even if they had inflicted so much pain.
“These hands have brought down realms, yet you look at them with such adoration. My sweet thing, do you know how I could make you a goddess?” Loki purred. He was a sin wrapped in honey, and you were entangled with him. He was like an enchantment, wrapping himself around you till you squealed.
“No, my god… I don’t.” You hesitated, eyes flickering up to him. He grinned down at you. His ravenous hair tickling your jaw as he leaned in closer.
“It would require you to be a virgin, darling. I’m sure you are, are you not?” Loki laughed, he already knew the answer. You nodded anyway, cheeks flushing out of embarrassment. Norns you were sweet. He couldn’t wait to devour you.
“No need to be shy, sweet thing. Since you are a virgin, a gods seed will transform you into a goddess. Only in your virgin cunt, will it work.” He grinned. It wasn’t true. A gods seed in your throat would work just fine. But Loki wanted your cunt. (plus there would be plenty time for that later).
“I’m going to have your sweet pussy either way, darling. It’s just a matter of will I cum inside of you, or not.” He inquired mockingly. You shuddered beneath his gaze. A deer in headlights. Your voice seemed to die in your throat.
“You don’t have to answer now, sweet thing. Your body will tell me.” He nodded. You hadn’t noticed his long digits inching closer to your cunt, how his hand had slipped beneath your skirt. You had been so captivated by the god before you. You hadn’t known he was that close to your cunt till you felt two fingers slip inside of your wet heat. To the knuckle.
His face contorted into an ‘o’ at your tight cunt. Grinning as he breathed out while you whimpered. He prepped you, slowly scissoring his fingers and curling them inside of you.
“My sweet mortal, you are soaked for your god.” He hissed. You panted, your head lolling back to the sturdy wall behind you. “Oh, I could get addicted to you. Trust me, you don’t want that, love. I’m not a very merciful god.” He snickered. He was stretching your walls out, your slick dripping down his wrist as he added another digit. You cried out a moan, gasping and panting.
“Oh, f-… Loki!” You moaned. He barked out a laugh. Even in the thorough of ecstasy you refused to curse. Loki didn’t view it as sin, but more stricter gods did. He chuckled as your gummy walls wrapped snugly around his invading digits.
“You will make the perfect goddess. Cum for me, darling.” He rasped. You obeyed. You clamped down on his fingers. You had fingered yourself before, but you had never been able to orgasm. You came with a cry—almost a plea—of his name as you squirted around his digits. “This simply must be an offering to your god.” He mumbled to himself, referring to your orgasm as you milked his fingers.
You panted as he fucked you through your orgasm. Slowly, he pulled his hand from out of you, beneath your skirt, to his lips. He groaned around his own fingers. Truly, everything about you was devastatingly sweet.
“Like aphrodisiac, sweet girl.” He praised. You panted, your breath coming in shallow as you recollected yourself from the mind-shattering orgasm.
“A kiss, please?” You babbled. Loki’s eyes widened a fraction before chuckling. He leaned in, a hand wrapping around the back of your neck, bringing you to meet his lips as he kissed you. It wasn’t nice or loving, it was dominating. Almost like a battle. You let him win.
“Darling, goddesses’ don’t beg. Less it be to their husbands. They take what they want.” Loki explained gently, a teasing lilt to his voice. You nodded, chewing down on your bottom lip. You surged forward. Hungry. You sought out his lips, reconnecting them with the fire he had been searching for all day.
In an instant, he was returning your fire. He pinned your hands above your head with one of his large ones, dominating you in the rough kiss before pulling away with a dark glint in his eyes.
“Fuck me.” You demanded. He grinned, practically groaning at your new attitude. The tent in his pants was growing rather obvious, and he was desperately eager.
“What would your gods think, darling?” He teased mockingly as you shot him a harmless glare. He had dreamed of the day he would finally be able to claim you. He had touched himself as he watched you pray to him. He had came in his pants like a teenage mortal at the sight of you on your hands and knees; begging.
With a snap of his fingers, green magic swirled around you two, stripping you both of your clothes, baring each other to the others’ gaze. You let your eyes rake over him defiantly. He was beautiful. Not just his cock, him, in general.
“There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.” You breathed to yourself. A prophecy from gods before Loki’s time, millennium's before your own. He grunted in response as he lined himself up. He ran his angry-red tip through your dripping folds, coating himself in your slick.
“Only then, I am human, only then, I am clean.” He murmured. More lines of the forgotten prophecy. You moaned as he pushed himself in. Gasping and clawing at his naked back. He groaned, leaning his head between your shoulder and neck.
“So fuckin’ tight, sweet thing. Let me in.” He grunted. You gasped as he pushed in deeper. Your backside pressed against the cold tavern of the sanctuary.
Finally, he was fully inside of your heat. You panted as he gave you time to adjust. He wasn’t merciful, you knew this was his last act of mercy before he pounded into you. You took it graciously.
He began to thrust into you, grunting as he fucked you against the wall. You hadn’t notice him lifting your body up, how your legs had wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer to you. He was effortless as he held you up. His cock pounding into you. His tip kissing your cervix.
“Ahh—fuck, I—Loki!” You babbled, gasping and whimpering as his delicious cock split you open. You were so overstimulated. Your cunt clenched to him like a life line.
”This cunt was made specially by the gods—” He slurred, his head lolling back slightly as he continued his merciless thrusts. “—for me to fuck.” He groaned. You were surprised you had lasted this long without squirting all over him.
His hands drifted downwards to your clit. The sweet torture began as he rubbed your pearl, coaxing you to your second orgasm.
“O-oh, g-gonna cum, fuck!” You gasped, your words transitioning to a whine as you moaned so sweetly for him. Like a heavenly choir constructed just for his amusement.
It only took one last deep thrust for you to cream all over the gods cock. You clamped down tightly around him, and he knew he wouldn’t last any longer. He groaned, fucking you through your orgasm.
“That’s it. You make such a beautiful mess for me. Your cunt wants to be a goddess, I can tell by the way she’s squeezing me. Should I let her?” He teased with a grin. You moaned softly, feeling utterly overstimulated. You nodded as you incoherently babbled. He wasn’t sure if you even knew what you were agreeing to, but he was going to make you a goddess. Maybe even his wife.
“Fuck, oh, sweet thing. G-gonna—ughh,—gonna fuck my seed deep into you, mark you by the gods.” He groaned, one last stroke and he practically bursted inside of you. All of his stolen orgasms, all of the fisting of himself to you, pouring into your sweet cunt. You whined as you felt him fall apart inside of your accommodating heat.
The two of you panted together as Loki slowly pulled out. He wasted little time to snap your panties and clothes back in place, as well as his armor and leathers.
“Gotta keep it inside if you want to be a goddess, darling.” He grinned, taking deep breaths as you nodded, still in a subspace. You could feel his cum inside of you. You could feel how ruined your panties are even as he pulled them up your legs forcefully. It was euphoric. After a few more breaths you finally spoke up again.
“I suppose the ‘goddess of devotion’ has a nice ring to it.” You laughed softly, your voice hoarse, similar to how it always was after you prayed. You had nothing in this world till now. Loki grinned as he smoothed his ravenous curls back into place.
Loki entangled an arm around you. Wrapping it around your waist and pulling you flush against his body. This was different. Loki had never reminisced with a girl after their fuck. But he had yearned for you since the moment he saw you praising him, cuts adorning your hands and knees, but you didn’t stop your prayer. You ignored the pain. You didn’t bandage it up. You accepted it. He knew you were different, fit to be a goddess.
“Let’s get you back to Asgard, darling. I want the people to see their new goddess. After I fuck her again, of course.” He hummed with a wink. You blushed—though you didn’t have a choice—you didn’t mind as you playfully smacked his shoulder.
“If Valhalla ever did speak, you’re the last true mouthpiece.” You murmured as your head collapsed against his chest and you felt his magic swirl around you, engulfing you completely in his emerald alter.
“Save your poetry for later, sweet thing.”
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thank you so much for reading, lovelies💘. loki is sooo hozier codeddd ughh. let me know if i should write more scenarios with him and hozier songs.
as always, reqs are open and appreciated. i write for loki, bucky, steve, and either weasley twin (or both).
