People either baby him portraying him as some pathetic bottom or make him into some cringey booktok domdaddy. Like fym he calls you pet????? Holy mischaracterisation.
Let’s not forget he’s a thousand years old god who has been through wars and killed people, betrayed and tried to k1!! Thor. Yes hes been traumatised, overlooked, ignored, but he’s also an ass. It’s mostly an armour for when he feels cornered and scared to show vulnerability, because showing vulnerability means weakness. And he cannot be seen as weak, he’s already considered ‘weak’ because he’s not as strong as Thor.
• You can’t fix him, you just need to to love him the way he is.
• He is an absolute slut. Definitely bedded half the palace, because pleasure itself is a way to observe when the masks slip. A servant in the baths, another when she fed him grapes. It’s all a game. He’s literally a ‘Silvertongue’ a charmer, a seducer. It’s his repertoire. He absolutely tells himself he would never bound himself to someone alone. It’s foolish. He’s a God and he’s above attachment.
•If you don’t give in, he’ll tell himself it’s the challenge. To prove himself that there’s no one who can resist him if he truly wants. He watches, observes, then notices things about you and curses himself how it affects him.
•He’ll try to pull away. Test you. Provoke you. Scared of showing vulnerability, because he thinks love is something he has to deserve. To earn. Because he was never given unconditional love like Thor. If you show him unconditional love, prove your loyalty to him, that you can match him, he’s done for. He’ll call you foolish, but at the end pin after you like a victorian widow. He then will be angry at himself for caring, calling himself pathetic, living in his own contradictions.
• He doesn’t fall in love suddenly. He realizes it slowly and all at once. One day he’s watching you speak and suddenly understands with absolute horror that your happiness matters to him more than his pride.
• It will be harder to make him admit that he cares. He’ll prove in different way that words can’t express.
•He’ll show up around you claiming your presence is ‘more tolerable than the rest’ that you’re ‘less boring and more competent’ remembering everything you tell him, every small detail, silently watching you from afar making sure you’re alright, give you small gifts claiming ‘it’s nothing’ a dagger, a crystal, small enchanted trinkets, if he sees you keep them, he smiles to himself. When you show up in his face after a long day, his face lits up without realising.
He’ll become a constat in your life that you can’t and don’t want to get rid of. Thor once called him out about his ‘pining’ Thor got stabbed. Thor still teases him. Thor never learns.
• His wit is a weapon, and tongue are a sharp dagger, and if you push back he’ll smirk his eyes glinting with mischief. He finds it refreshing when someone doesn’t cower, talks back, he thrives on chaos and not following the rules.
• He starts arguments on purpose because he likes watching you get worked up. You know this. You still take the bait every single time. (Thor has learned to leave the room. He's not getting in the middle of that. He’s learned that it’s just an aggressive form of flirting)
• He’s called silvertongue. Can talk his way out of anything. Situations that should have ended with him dead hundreds of times. He knows exactly what to say and when. That’s why he can also make you feel like going insane when arguing with him. It’s another type of rollercoaster. He doesn't raise his voice, keeps it calm and smooth, making you feel like you’re the one overreacting. But when he snaps and his words get sharp, and says something hurtful, he knows he’s fcked up. He doesn't chase. He doesn't follow. But he also doesn't let you disappear.
• He won’t simply apologise, his pride won’t allow him. But he realises he can’t keep doing that and expect you to come back every time. It’s selfish. So he’ll hover. Insert himself in your space even from afar. He won’t allow you ignore him. When he gets you alone he’ll look like a kicked puppy, until you crumble first, and he’ll wrap his arms around you.
• For Loki is not marely about pleasure, it’s about control. About having and mentaining it when the masks slip and people become predictable. He wants to learn what makes you finally crack.
•He's excruciatingly patient. When he undre$$es you, he takes his time. One button at a time. Kissing each inch of newly exposed skin.He pulls your clothes down with agonizing deliberation.
By the time you’re n0ked, you’re already desperate. He likes you desperate. The moment your pride breaks and you ask-really ask, he's done for. He'll give you anything.
• he WHIMPERS. If you push back, straddle him, make him earn it, he'll go willingly. Almost eagerly. He’s a switch. He’ll go pliant under your touch. Also touch starved. He’ll never admit it. Not grand affection. Not constant clinginess. But unconscious touches ruin him. Fingers through his hair while he’s reading. A hand on his chest. Leaning against him without hesitation.
• The eye contact is intense. The most intense. He holds stares like a challenge. Like he's looking through you, not at you. When he looks at you, it's worse. His eyes don't wander. They pin you in place. You’ve been across a crowded room and felt his gaze like a hand on your skin. He's not ashamed to look. He's not ashamed to get caught. When you catch him staring, he doesn't look away. He raises an eyebrow. He smirks. He holds your gaze until you break first. It’s a game
• His touches are purposeful. He doesn't fumble. Doesn't hesitate. Not to display grand affection in public, he’s not the type. They’re subtle. To remind you of his presence. When he wants to touch you, he does. A hand sliding to your lower back. A palm settling on your thigh under the table.
• Traces patterns on your skin without realising. Knows your body better than you do. Knows where you’re sensitive, where you like pressure, where a light touch makes you gasp. He catalogues everything. Remembers everything. Uses it against you later. By now, he could navigate you blindfolded.
• Despite everything he’s a real gentleman. He can be polite without being performative about it.His mother raised him courteously. Frigga's lessons stuck. He just does this. He opens doors. He pulls out chairs. Call’s you "my lady" "Allow me." "May I?" "My apologies."
• Calls you "darling" when he's being sincere. "Love" when he's being dramatic. "Woman" when he's annoyed. "That absolute menace" when he's bragging about you to others. In private you’ll hear a soft, gentle ‘my love’ ‘my heart’ with a loving gaze. Only you can see him like that
• Will absolutely not tolerate someone speaking badly of you. Not behind your back. Not to your face. Not in passing. Not as a joke..
• If you’re the one who matches his energy, his wit, his willingness to burn it all down if necessary, he sees you as someone worthy to stand beside. He doesn't see you as someone to protect. You are his co-conspirator. His accomplice. He wants an equal. You are that.
• He truly believes you are worthy of everything. Power, attention. To be his queen.To be treated like one.
• When you out-argue someone in court, demolish someone with a single sentence, he watches with open satisfaction, hides his smile and finds you later to tell you exactly how brilliant you were. When you suggest something ruthless, something practical, something that cuts through the noise, he looks at you like you've just proposed marriage. He enjoys watching you command a room. Especially if others underestimate you first. The smug satisfaction on his face afterward is unbearable.
• After finding out that he’s a frost giant, everything was clear, why he felt different, why Odin always favoured Thor.
•He’s scared of your reaction. He doesn’t want you to see the real monster everyone thinks he is, and this is just another proof of the ugly reality.
•He’ll show you one night, while your voices are quiet, he’ll turn in his true form, expecting disgust, and for you to recoil, he watches your face, every micro-expressions, waiting for pity, or for you to leave. When you, hold him, he cries, holding onto you like you’re the only real thing anchoring him in this universe from completely collapsing.
• He gets easily jealous. Not in a loud show off way. In a silent watchfull and simering beneath surface which is far more dangerous. It’s the insecurity, the fear that one day you’ll realise you can do better, safer, steadier, and he’ll tell himself that he had expected that, that everyone leaves at the end. That you didn’t pass.
• He won’t blame you, or make a scene. He’ll insert himself in your conversation with someone else, wrap an arm around you, be devastatingly polite and charming which is the first warning, then outcharm/ verbally eviscrate the person with such precision they won’t understand what happened at first.
• Praise (giving): He loves telling you how good you are. How magnificent. How perfect. How you were made for him.
• When complimenting you, he gets poetic. Won’t simply say “I love you” will say, “I have lived a thousand years. I have seen wonders you cannot imagine. And you are the best thing I have ever had the chance to see." Won’t say “you have pretty eyes” will say, “your eyes are like the space between stars—dark, yes, but full of light you cannot yet see." •Praise (receiving): He'll never ask for it. He'll pretend he doesn't need it. But when he talks about something and you say how clever he is, he’ll preen and continue showing off that big brain of his. When you whisper “you’re so beautiful.” "you're so good.” He goes quiet. Leans into your touch. He hates how much he loves it. How much he craves it.
• He's a giver. Not in a soft way. In a "I will make you fall apart until you can't speak and then I'll do it again" way. Your pleasure is his proof of competence. He's deeply, secretly invested in being the best you've ever had. He’ll get on his knees and spend hours between your thighs and commit to every second of it. (Horned helmet to hold onto involved)
• Dirty talk. He's creative. Vivid. He'll describe exactly what he wants to do to you in graphic detail. He needs to hear you. Not just sounds-words. Your voice saying his name, telling him what you want, begging, teasing, challenging him. Silence is unacceptable.
• Voyeurism/exhibitionism: The risk makes him harder. The idea that someone could walk in, could see—he likes the edge of it. Likes that you're both being reckless. Likes that for once, he's not the only one breaking rules. He'll have you in semi-public places—alcoves, gardens, shadowed corner, a divan on the balcony/ tavern—just to feel the danger. Just to know that someone could walk in.
1. He loves being on top yes but with you on top—facing him. Just yes. He loves watching you take control. His hands on your hips, guiding you, but you set the pace. Your head thrown back, your hands on his chest, your thighs trembling-he'll commit every second to memory. Also lets him reach up and play with your breasts, thumb your clit, or grip your throat just because he can. —But if you pin him down, hold his wrists and set a slow peace just to make him go mad, he won’t try flip you off(he can) but he loves this side of you.
2. Bent over something. A table, a desk, a bed, a balcony railing if he's feeling particularly reckless. He likes the vulnerability of it-you can't see him, can't anticipate his next move. One hand on your hip, one fisted in your hair, murmuring filthy things against your ear.
3. Against a wall. Your back to the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist, him holding you up like you weigh nothing. He likes the urgency of it-like you couldn't even make it to a bed. Like he needed you now.
4. On his knees. Not a position for him to receive-a position for him to worship. He'll pull you to the edge of the bed, kneel between your thighs, and stay there until you're incoherent. He likes the power shift. Likes that you're the one falling apart while he's fully clothed and completely in control of your pleasure. • Restraints (giving): He'll use his magic to pin your wrists above your head. Silk cords. His own hands. • Restraints (receiving): Deep, dark secret. He's imagined it. You tying him down. Taking control. Making him beg. He'll never ask for it. But if you ever just did it—if you pinned and told him to stay-he'd let you.
• He's thought about you pegging him. More than once. He'll take that secret to his grave.
• He likes it when you're mean. Not mean—mean. Playful mean. When you mock him, laugh at him, tell him he's being dramatic. It makes him want to prove you wrong. Makes him want to fuck the attitude out of you. And also makes him want to kneel. He doesn't think about that part.
• He's cried during sex exactly once. It was with you. It wqs after he revealed his frost giant form. He couldn't stop. He left before you woke up. He's never mentioned it. Neither have you.
• He wants to be wanted so badly it hurts. Not desired-wanted. Chosen. He wants you to look at him like he's the only person in the room, the realm, the nine realms. And when you do, he has to look away.
