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Be My Little Darling - Chapter 10

Chapter 9 Chapter 11

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some smut. ANGST. PIV, dirty talk, use of magic, and heavy mentions of survivor's guilt, negative self-talk, violence. Brief mention of suicidal ideation in a joking manner (It's never funny, please seek help), Soft Loki, bit of fluff and cute domestic things.

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. Loki is nothing if not a man on a mission to not only win your heart but also make some headway about this saboteur.

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“Are you alright, Darling?”

He knew fuck well you were not alright. True to his word, there was plenty more to come. Loki had stamina for days, waking you up periodically through the night so he could thrust back into you and deliver more orgasms.

You moaned as he laid you on your left side, facing a mirror you hadn’t known was there. It figured that he’d have a full length mirror right next to the bed, the vain prick.

He slipped back in and pressed his chest to your back. His face was near your ear so you heard every moan and sigh that escaped his beautiful mouth. “Look at us, Darling,” Loki moaned.

You opened your eyes and looked at the picture of you two. Loki was pressed into you, your right leg held up by his hand and pulled open for him to move inside of you. He had slowed his strokes so that they were deep and full. You felt every glide and every inch of him.

“Gods,” you moaned. Your pleasure had been driven to heights you only read about. He kept you in a perpetual state of bliss. You almost didn’t mind the lack of sleep. If you were being awakened for dick, could you really complain?

“Right here, Darling,” Loki said. He kissed your cheek and looked at your face in the mirror. You looked as well. You were thoroughly fucked out. Your hair was a mess, deep lines on your skin from the pillows and sheets. Your lips were swollen from all of his kisses. You were marked and claimed by him.

Your eyes traveled to him. His hair was all over the place, slicked back too many times in his desperate need to keep it from his face. You left deep, red welts on his shoulders and back from the times that he hit your G-spot and you were unprepared.

After each time, he whispered, “one more”, and you were unable to form a denial. You wanted to please him. You wanted that look on his face. The face he was making now. As if in between your thighs was the closest to Valhalla he’ll get for now.

The wet squelches from your combined fucking was still like sweet music to your ears. It drove your arousal higher, pushed you to sink onto his dick hungrily. Greedily. Your pleasure built in your belly, cresting higher and higher. You raced after it, pulling it within your grasp.

“Oh Loki, Loki,” you moaned as the wave moved over you. You moaned his name over and over as your body jerked and twisted.

Loki kissed your neck and cheek. He moaned your real name as he released himself inside of you for the hundredth time that night. Loki placed soft kisses to your shoulder and back as he softened and pulled himself out of you.

He dropped down onto the bed, out of breath and wrung out. You couldn’t move an inch. You panted and heaved as you looked at yourself post orgasm. You felt beautiful and sinful. You felt seen in ways you hadn’t for the past five years. He helped you do that. But it was still you.

The parts of you that you hid deep down inside were still there. You weren’t broken. It wasn’t too late to become that woman again. You smiled tiredly at your reflection. Earth may not be Asgard, but Asgard had always been its people. And you were still here.

A warm cloth between your legs made you yelp. You were incredibly sensitive. One more fucking round and you’d simply die. Loki chuckled and kissed you while he cleaned you up. He toyed with you, going extra slow around your clit. You groaned.

“No more, please,” you begged.

Loki chuckled again and kissed your cheek. “I had five years to make up for, Darling,” he said.

“Liar. You didn’t start the club until a year after we arrived,” you said.

“And I wanted you before even then,” he said.

That did give you enough strength to roll over and face him. He faced you, head resting on his elbow, as he looked you in the eyes.

“Bullshit,” you said.

“All these years and you still don’t think I’m capable of the truth,” he said and shook his head. His finger idly traced patterns across your belly and thighs. You watched him closely to make sure he wasn’t trying to get you going again. Seriously, you couldn’t.

“You’re capable when it suits you,” you said.

“And it suits me now. You were in town, shopping, and I was securing my permits. I left the building and you were across the street, talking to the baker. You wore…a blue dress. Sandals. Hair pulled up and I thought you were the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen,” he said.

You stared at him. You thought back to the dozens of times you went to the baker. He was Asgardian and made the pastries you liked. You were working a dead end job you hated, wishing for something more. The pastries were a luxury you really couldn’t afford but you couldn’t resist.

“You remember that?” You asked. You usually had more situational awareness. Loki held a presence unlike any other. You’d be able to pick him out of a thousand clones. But you hadn’t realized he was on the street.

You assumed the princes were off doing…whatever princes did when there was no throne to rule from. Meetings, logistics, and the like.

“How could I not?” He asked. “I remembered that the only thing I wanted to do was talk to you. But you looked so sad. And the pastries brought you such comfort. I didn’t want to interrupt,” he said.

Now, you sat up and turned towards him. His hand moved down to your hip, still tracing patterns. “Since when do you care about interrupting?”

Loki smiled. “The way you speak about me, I’d think I was a monster,” he said with a cheeky wink.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not getting free compliments, so stop,” you said.

He grinned. “I stood there and looked at you. When you left, the sadness returned. I figured we were all still recovering from Thanos, so the last thing you needed was a failed prince to bother you,” he said.

You narrowed your eyes at him. You rubbed your head. There was just…no way that he saw you when you hadn’t known he was there. It bordered on stalking the way you would yearn for any glimpse of him every time you got to attend a feast at the palace. The way you would crane your neck and watch, transfixed, as he strolled in with shorter hair and his brother.

He was always smiling, always grinning, always moving around without a care in the world. You used to pray to the gods that he’d look your way just once and see you. He never did of course. Too busy looking at Thor. Everyone always did.

“So when I came in for the job and you hired me on the spot?”

“I wasn’t going to pass up a chance to see you every day,” he said.

“Loki! Did I get it because I was qualified or you wanted some ass?” You asked. You smacked his shoulder. He moved back as if you put any real weight behind it. He grinned at you.

“Because you were qualified. I am a reputable business owner and wanting a chance at that sweet, sexy pussy of yours would be against policy,” he said. Straight face and everything.

You were probably going to have to see a doctor from all the squinting you were doing. This was insane. But…you chose to believe him. He could come up with a better lie than that. So…it had to be the truth. He did see you and wanted you way before you thought.

Heat pulsed through you and you sank down onto the bed, feeling giddy. This was so silly. It was like you had a crush all over again. But you probably never really grew out of it where he was concerned.

“Okay, I choose to believe you,” you said.

He leaned down and kissed your breast. “I’m glad,” he said.

“Don’t you start!” You said, moving away from him. He scooted closer.

“I seem to recall you agreeing that I could have you whenever and wherever?”

You were on the edge of the bed and there was no more room left to run. Loki crowded your personal space and kissed you, at his leisure, his hand back on your hip.

“That was the heat of the moment, can’t stand up in human court,” you murmured as he kissed along your jaw.

He nipped at your jaw and you hissed from the bite of pain. “Verbal contracts are still binding, Darling. You know that,” he said.

“Fine, twist my arm,” you said.

Loki grinned. “I will have mercy just this once. But make no mistake. I will make good on my promises,” he said.

“Threats more like it,” you said. You tried to give him a stern look. But he was so damn cute laying there with his dark hair, in his home that smelled uniquely like him. You were truly in trouble here.

“Is it still a threat if I threaten you with pleasure?” He asked.

“How are you still capable of moving? I want to sleep for a week,” you said. Even now as you spoke and moved, you were thoroughly sore. The places that he gripped you were raw with his fingerprints. The places that he suckled and kissed you were patches of soreness. Your pussy still throbbed from all the pleasure wrung out of you. It was a miracle you were still awake.

“I have longed for this, Darling. I do not wish to see it end so soon,” he said. He didn’t look at you as he said it. Instead, his eyes were focused on caressing your hip.

“Hey,” you said. You nudged him until he dragged his eyes from your hip. “No more running. I want this and I want you,” you said.

Loki smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners. This man really had no idea, did he? He could spin a thousand tales and you’d still want him. Crave him. Lo-like him. You bit your lip at that mental slip.

“What’s wrong?” Loki asked.

You kissed him instead of answering. You ran your tongue across his lips. He moaned as his hand clutched your hip. “Thought you were done?”

“Can’t I kiss you without it turning to more?” You asked.

“Never,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. Your stomach chose that moment to rumble. Loudly. You buried your face in his shoulder with a groan. He only laughed.

“I have been a poor host. I will make something for us,” he said. He kissed your head and ordered you to stay there while he left the room. You watched his ass as he moved about flawlessly. You couldn’t, you simply couldn’t, but damn if he didn’t make you want to hop back on his dick and ride him until sunrise.

You were almost asleep when he entered the room carrying a tray. On it, there was french toast, bacon, and eggs. “You didn’t have to make all of this!”

“Yes, I did,” he said. He placed the tray on the bed and you shared the meal, talking about nothing and everything. After, you relaxed against the bed and talked some more until you were both too tired to keep moving your jaws. If only you could communicate by mind.

You both climbed under the covers and you fell asleep in his warm embrace, content for the first time in ages.

In the morning, you slowly awoke to soft light coming through his curtains. Loki sighed and pulled you closer. You smiled and snuggled into him.

“Careful, Darling,” he said.

Holy hell, if you thought his voice was sexy before? His sleep-rough voice would melt your panties if he hadn’t torn them off of you. While you wanted to tease him, you also knew that you couldn’t follow through. So you settled down and kissed his arm around you.

“Good morning, Loki,” you said sweetly.

“Good morning, Darling,” he said with a soft chuckle. He kissed the back of your head.

“Oh no,” you said. Dread pooled in your gut as you thought about the new day and what it meant. What the hell were you going to tell your crew? You could hear Honey’s laughter now.

“What is it?” He asked.

“What are we going to tell everyone?” You asked.

“We can say however much you want or how little you want. But they will know you’re mine,” he said. He tightened his grip around your middle to emphasize his point. You rolled your eyes even though you squealed on the inside.

“Loki, be serious. What are you gonna do? Fuck me with the door open again?”

“If I please,” he said. You could hear the grin in his voice and you rolled your eyes again. He really was incorrigible.

“Loki…” You groaned. He didn’t understand. The rules for him were different from the rules for you. He was a god and could do damn well whatever he pleased. You on the other hand, people would only assume what you asked last night. Did you get the job on your knees or on your back?

“It matters not. We’re not going in today anyway,” Loki said.

You rolled over and he peeked at you. “We’re going to into town to speak with the King. She might know who we’re dealing with.”

“Why would she know?” You asked.

“I’ve been looking at the cards left behind by our saboteur. Only two, same card stock. Magically created. The King was the foremost expert in Asgardian security, she might shed some light.”

You lifted an eyebrow at him. “Nice to see you were resting while we sorted out the rooms,” you said.

He smiled and shrugged. “Seize the day. We could make a day of it,” he said.

“Loki, are you asking me on a date?” You asked.

“No. You’ll know when I’m asking you on a date. But I would like your company on this errand,” he said.

You sighed and rolled your eyes to the ceiling. He was so damn infuriating. And yet…

“How am I supposed to get home without any clothes?” You asked.

Loki grinned and pulled back the covers to look at your naked body. His blue eyes got wider, taking you all in. You squirmed beneath his perusal.

“Is it my fault you showed up without any clothes?”

“I wasn’t expecting you to rip them off of me,” you said.

“You offer me a present and I don’t get to unwrap it? That hardly seems fair,” he said. He pouted and you slapped his shoulder with a laugh.

“I’m being serious, Loki,” you said.

“As am I. Besides, can’t you conjure clothes?” Loki asked.

“What? No. I can only conjure weapons,” you said.

He looked at you and frowned. “Have you ever tried?”

You opened your mouth to tell him of course you had, but…well, shit, have you? You had an affinity for weapons and that was all you ever knew. It didn’t occur to you to try different constructs.

“I can’t remember,” you said.

“While we’re on about it, is that the only magic you know how to do? Are you more in-line with my power?”

You scooted closer and planted a kiss on his cheek. “No one can compare to the oh so powerful, oh so dreadful, the charming and devilishly handsome god, Loki,” you said. You peppered kisses in between your words and Loki’s face lit up with delight. You could get used to him like this. Happy and open and carefree. You really liked seeing this side of him.

“Flattery gets you everywhere, Darling. But I think we should make some time to see what you can do,” he said.

You shrugged. Why not?

“In the meantime…” Loki got out of bed and held his hand out to you. He pulled you into the bathroom where he pleaded for, “just one more”, and you couldn’t resist him. Afterwards, he conjured a brand new black suit for him and a black plaid dress for you, with green and gold lines intersecting. He even conjured you up some kick ass boots that gave you some height but still nowhere near him.

He looked over your outfit with a manic gleam in his eyes. “Down boy!”

He pouted as you left his place and walked towards your car. You offered to drive you into town and he refused. Something about being a proper host. Instead, he had his own car. A sleek truck that was too tall for you to climb into. He helped you into the passenger seat and then soon, you were on your way into town.

Once in town, he parked on the outskirts and you walked towards the main City building. People were bustling about doing their shopping. Tourists were in town sharing jokes and ales with the local Asgardians. It was…sweet to see everyone hanging out and talking and getting along. You missed this.

“Come along, Darling,” Loki said. He kept his hands in his pockets as you walked towards the City building. His shoulders hunched forward. Guess there will be no holding hands today. Was he the holding hands type? You weren’t sure. Why did you want to hold his hand anyway? It was stupid and childish.

You clenched your hands into fists and walked beside him. He held the door for you as you went inside. The atmosphere inside the building was homey and comfortable. A far cry from the glitz and glamor of the palace back home.

You looked towards Loki. Maybe that was his problem. Maybe he missed Asgard as much as everyone else. Except, he had no one to tell that to. He did so much shit trying to bring it down, embarrass Odin or Thor, or cause mischief. Maybe he thinks people won’t want to hear how he misses it.

Loki made a beeline towards the main hall. Inside, aides rushed to and fro as King Valkyrie sat at the head of the table. She looked positively miserable.

She was gorgeous as always. Flawless skin, locs twisted up in a lazy hairdo, and a smart suit to rival Loki’s black one. He made his look classy and debonaire. She made hers look painted on, effortless, and sexy.

She looked up as the brown uniform doors closed behind you. She smirked at you but her eyes turned icy towards Loki.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Her smooth voice called out.

Loki smiled and opened his arms. The picture of innocence. Right. Like cats are innocent.

“We have a dilemma that I was hoping you could help with,” Loki said.

“Is the club not keeping you busy enough as is?” King Valkyrie asked.

Gods, she was gorgeous. You were nervous as hell. On Asgard, you were lucky to attend a few feasts. You never would have gotten that close to the family, let alone Odin himself. To be this close to King Valkyrie was nerve wracking.

Loki produced the two cards with “Remember�� and “Vengeance” written on it. The King stood up and took the cards from his hand. She turned them over and looked at Loki.

“What of it?” She asked.

“Do you recognize anything about it? Anything at all? There’s a…saboteur at the club,” Loki admitted.

The King walked around the open space, light from the windows hitting her coral skin. She studied the two cards as she moved around, humming to herself. “A saboteur? You say?” She asked.

She walked closer to you and looked at you. “What do you think?”

Your words died in your throat. You looked towards Loki who nodded. Like that fucking did anything. You took a deep breath. “Causing a lot of issues for us. It’s annoying. No one’s gotten hurt that much. But enchanting our customers, one of our performers’ legs went through the floor, and switched our rooms around,” you explained.

“Heavy magic involved. All to mess with…you,” the King turned towards Loki and pointed.

“We know that already. But why the cards? My enemies are usually more direct,” Loki said.

“Now that you mention it, I’ve heard some of the locals talk about legends around here. But those are just stories,” King Valkyrie said. She moved back towards the windows and looked at the cards.

“What kind of legends?” Loki asked.

“Just stories, I’m sure.”

Loki smiled and rolled his neck. “My King, I am very desperate to catch this person.”

King Valkyrie looked at you and made a surprised face. Yeah, you thought you’d drop dead before you heard those words from his lips. You supposed this was getting to Loki more than he let on. Once you had him to yourself again, you were going to make him talk to you. Keeping all this shit bottled up was going to eat him alive.

“Fine,” King Valkyrie said. She hopped onto the table and faced them. “There is a legend around here of a disfigured man who used to live up on the hill where the club now resides. The locals treated him as you would expect, horribly. They harassed the poor man until he went insane. They wouldn’t let him sleep. Kids would jangle chains outside his bedroom windows at night.”

As she spoke, you swore the clouds chose that exact moment to blot out the sun. The room turned a shade darker. Shadows played across King Valkyrie’s features. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say she had magic of her own.

“You haven’t heard the chains yet, have you?” She asked.

You and Loki looked at each other and then at her. You shook your heads at the same time.

“Good, that’s good. Well, you see, more bad things happened to this man until he vowed to take revenge on every living descendant who dared bother him. He prayed to the gods to make him as strong as Odin, as clever as Loki, and as bold as Thor,” she continued.

You stepped forward, engrossed in the story. That poor man. You couldn’t imagine being hounded like that. Your heart ached for him.

“I have no beef with a disfigured man from human history,” Loki said.

“Your club sits on his land. You mock him with your den of sin. His home. You flaunt your pretty boy looks and lure unsuspecting tourists to your club,” King Valkyrie said and shrugged. “Remember? Vengeance?” She waved the cards around.

Loki sighed and approached her, taking the cards out of her hands. “What’s the real story?”

King Valkyrie broke into laughter and clapped her hands. “How did you know?”

You gasped and looked towards the King. You quickly shut your mouth and made your face blank. You would not admit to anyone that you fell for her story. Hey, she was a freakin’ Valkyrie who told a good story. You’d believe her too.

“I am the God of Mischief,” Loki said. He tucked the cards into his coat pocket.

King Valkyrie sighed. “Fine. It’s so dreadfully boring here. For the cards, I am stumped, same as you. Never came across the like. You might want to speak to Heimdall,” King Valkyrie said.

Loki hissed and rolled his eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him in silent questioning.

“Loki thinks Heimdall is still pissed about slipping his gaze,” the King supplied.

“Why am I not surprised,” you muttered. Loki shrugged with a smirk. You had no idea what you were going to do with this man. You walked over to him, careful to keep your distance, and looked him in the eye.

“Are we not desperate? What can Heimdall do now?” You asked.

“Do not underestimate him,” Loki said.

Okay, you two definitely needed to sit down somewhere and discuss whatever the hell you’re missing there. You needed all of the gossip, like right now. You gave Loki a pointed look and he sighed.

“Fine, fine. Let’s go, Darling,” Loki said.

“Hey, come back and visit anytime. Bring a drink next time! Or a bloody sword to end my life,” King Valkyrie called after you.

You turned back and waved to the King and then felt incredibly stupid for doing so. You inwardly groaned. She’d never invite you back if you continued to do weird shit.

Loki stopped outside of the City building, frozen to the spot. You nudged him. He stared off into the distance, barely acknowledging your presence.

“Loki? What is it?” You asked.

Loki’s jaw clenched, continuing to stare off. You followed his line of sight, squinting into the sun. Some distance away, at a pub, Thor was pushed out of the doorway. He was laughing with someone, slapping the smaller man on the back. Each slap of his massive paw caused the man to bowl forward.

You hissed as you took in the state of your prince. He was chubby, wearing…checkered pajama pants that looked dirty and a sweat-stained sweatshirt. His once golden hair was now flaxen like wheat, thick beard unkempt and matted.

“Oh,” you sighed. You hadn’t thought…you had no idea…

You looked towards Loki. He stared at his brother across the way, guilt etched into his features. Again, you felt out of the loop but that was for another time. You wrapped your hand around Loki’s arm. You nudged him.

“Hey,” you said softly. Loki shook himself as if emerging from a trance. He smiled at you.

“Come, we’ll see Heimdall tomorrow,” he said. He put his head down and started walking forward. You stopped him and moved until you could look at his face.

“Don’t you want to say hi to your brother?” You asked.

“Stay out of it, Darling,” Loki said.

“But, he’s right there. Clearly hurting. How long has he been like this?” You asked.

“Leave it,” Loki said.

“But shouldn’t we help him? Has he talked to anyone–”

“I said, drop it, Darling! You’ve no idea what you’re talking about. None! He’s…fine. He’s grieving like the rest of us,” Loki snapped.

You took a step back from the vehemence in Loki’s sapphire eyes. “Darling–”

You lifted a hand. “I’ve tolerated a lot of shit from you, Loki. But you don’t ever speak to me like that.”

“I’m sorry–”

You lifted another hand. “I’ll find my own way home,” you said.

“Please,” he said. He called your name and you turned away from him. You will not let this man see more of your tears. You knew on a rational level that he was not mad at you. It wasn’t personal. But that was no excuse to talk to you like that. You were asking an innocent question.

You looked toward Thor once more. He had a bottle of ale in his hand and he was stumbling down the road. The town drunk. You won’t presume to know what happened there or why he was like this now. It’s not like you two were friends or that you had checked up on him these past five years.

You’d asked about him plenty of times, since Loki always seemed so down after going into town. You assumed that sometimes he saw his brother. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he spent these past five years hiding like everyone else. Trying to pick up the pieces left behind in Thanos’ wake.

What did you know? Besides, Loki needed to cool down and you did not want to be around him right now. You were liable to truly hurt his feelings. Your own anger simmered. One night of bliss and it turned into such a shit show.

You mentally kicked yourself. You knew sleeping with him was a mistake. Sex only ever complicated things and it was bullshit. Thinking with your pussy rather than your head. You kept your head down for five fucking years and threw it all away, for what? For one night of sexual gratification?

Ugh. You were disgusted with yourself. You crossed your arms and walked down the road. You were aware of Loki’s gaze on you but you refused to turn around. You didn’t want to deal with this shit. You didn’t ask for it. And you certainly didn’t ask to babysit Loki’s hangups.

You walked home more confused and angry than you knew what to do with. How could you face him now? How did you begin to fix this? Whatever the hell this was?

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A Gift for Loki - Summary

Young Prince Loki of Asgard is the God of Mischief and Chaos, the wild and unscrupulous little brother of Thor, and the son of the King of the Æsir.

Being second in the line of succession, Loki meticulously performs his palace duties by day, but by night he can be found living up to his reputation as a hard-core partying playboy.

Alas, a prince of Asgard cannot remain a fun-loving bachelor forever. Loki's world is turned upside down when duty calls for him to take a wife. His parents have betrothed him to the daughter of the most prominent Lord in the kingdom.

Loki would rather be dragged to Hel than to the altar, that is, until he finally lays eyes on his bride-to-be. Meeting Sigyn cracks the foundation on which he built his hedonistic reputation.

Can Loki give up his philandering lifestyle and become the husband Sigyn deserves? The Nornir have brought the two of them together; will outside forces tear them apart?

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Warnings: Explicit descriptions of sexual acts, alcohol intoxication, and drug use. Specific trigger warnings will be attached before each chapter when applicable.

This story is NON-CANON. This is an MCU/Norse mythology hybrid AU: Thor and Loki are biological brothers, and Odin isn't the worst father. Comparably, in human years, Loki is in his mid-twenties, and Thor is late twenties. Set in Asgard, the realm is described as a large kingdom with territories and hierarchies among Odin's Lords and Ladies.

Genre: Fluff and Smut. An all-round feel-good fic.

Pairings: AU Loki x Sigyn

Chapters Index 👇🏼

*Contains SMUT

1. Prologue*

2. When Opportunity Knocks*

3. The Message*

4. Denial*

5. The Lost Prince

6. Ill-prepared

7. Meeting Sigyn

8. Doubt*

9. Family Dinner

10. Paths Not Taken

11. The Betrothal Feast

12. Discoveries

13. The Chase

14. Heart to Heart

15. A Token*

16. The Best Man

17. A Kingly Visit

18. Home*

19. Seeing

20. Oh, Brother

21. Fond Farewells- Part One*

22. Fond Farewells- Part Two*

23. The Bachelor Party

24. Brother Mine

25. Reunion

26. Unexpected

27. Sigyn's Virtue

28. Sera's Trials

29. Bed Rest*

30. Purpose

31. The Wedding

32. The Reception

33. His Goddess*

34. Epilogue*

A Gift for Loki One-Shots

The Gift of the Sun* The Gift of Distraction* The Gift of Distraction - Part Two*

*Contains SMUT

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blackleatherjacketz · 7 months

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Veritas: Chapter 3

Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Loki convinces you to take things into your own hands.

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Mature Content, Explicit Smut, Manipulation, Praise Kink, Verse Loki, Power Bottom Loki, Soft Dom Loki?, Kissing, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Scratching, Biting, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Soul Bonding, Magic, Shame, Loki's Avoidant Attachment Style

Word Count: 2k+

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“Where I’m from they would have sculpted statues to display your magnificence, painted dozens of portraits for all the realms to witness the perfection of your beauty. But I want to see you step into your power.” His eyes fall down your face as he tugs on your bottom lip, grinning as he watches your mouth open for him. “Your true power.”

Within an instant he snaps his fingers, forcing your bra and underwear to disappear from your body as if they were only an illusion to begin with.

You gasp and looks down at yourself, trying your best to mask your complete and utter shock as your nipples harden against nothing; the rest of your body remaining bare before him. You knew this part was coming, that much you can be sure of. All signs had pointed to this since the very first moment you saw him, a more than familiar pattern revealing itself despite the magic and soothsaying that came along with it. He may be a god, a wizard or witch of some sort, but he’s still a man where it counts. You at least knows how to navigate around that… or so you think.

“I want to see you shed this apologetic, docile version of yourself these humans have molded you into,” he continues, releasing his grip on your face only to step away from you. “Isn’t that what you want, too?”

You nod, the tension between you palpable as his knowing gaze all but eggs you on as you notice the bulge between his thighs. It stretches the black fabric of his dress pants as he walks backward toward the bed, his upper body glowing in the changing light of the fire. His raven locks fall just above his shoulders as the back of his knees finally hit the mattress, halting him in his tracks. But instead of taking your hand and pulling you near like you expect him to, he merely stares at you knowingly, his eyebrows all but disappearing into his hairline as he waits in silence.

Oh, he wants me to…?

Your heart pounds in your chest, thumping heavily against your rib cage as the realization creeps over you like a heavy fog across a sullen morning meadow. You haven't initiated physical contact with anyone you've been with before now. You've never really had to. All the other partners you've had before him had innately taken over control, told you what to do, or simply put you in the position they wanted you in, but that wasn’t about to happen here. Not tonight. Not with him. You can see that now.

“T- take off your pants,” you tell him, hoping that your tone comes off more assertive than it feels.

He snickers as a slow smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, shaking his head scolding. “Don’t ask for it, darling. Demand it.”

Demand it? You've never demanded anything in your entire life before, but you guess that's the whole point of this, isn't it?

"Try again." That smirk turns into a smile as he stands his ground, shifting the weight in his hips.

Try again? Fuck, he’s serious, isn’t he?

You clear your throat and straighten your spine, standing taller than you normally would as you purposefully harden her gaze. “Take off your pants.”

“Make me,” he taunts, a twinkle in his eye showing you just how much he’s enjoying this little game of his.

Jesus.

“Take. Them. Off.” You order sternly before taking a few steps toward him, closing the gap between them as you attempt to shed all those years of submission in a matter of seconds; your hands all but shaking as they somehow find their way onto his belt. You look up into his eyes, their faint hue now darkened with want as you unfasten his buckle along with his pants, smoothing your hands beneath the earthly fabric with ease. His skin is softer than you imagined, his muscles almost malleable beneath your palms and you slide his clothes down the curves of his ass.

“That’s it,” he whispers breathily, his mouth falling slack as you finally frees him. “Now take what belongs to you.”

All of time seems to stop as his request unlocks something deep inside of you. Each caress and embrace before this had merely picked the tiny parts of the lock open until his magical phrase finally turned the key; clicking everything into place.

Take what belongs to you, you repeat in your head.

You push him onto his back, the soft comforter muffling his fall as he lays there, ready and waiting while you allow the fantasy to take over. You let herself believe that a god among men really wants you to let go of everything you know, to relinquish all your inhibitions as he lays willingly at your feet; a sacrifice for the greater good. He’s perfect, an obscene image of absolute beauty as his enormity bobs in full view between his thighs, a single droplet of precum giving away his eagerness to aid in your spiritual transformation. His hands remain patiently at his sides as you crawl onto the bed, his muscles visibly twitching in anticipation as you rakes her fingernails across his skin, forcing his body to roll into your painful touch.

“What belongs to me?” You repeat his words back to him as you scratch the tougher skin on his upper thighs, gliding your nails over his hips as he bucks up in response.

“I do,” he tells you through hooded lids, balling his hands into fists as you pierce little white trails up his abdomen and down his pelvis again, leaving your mark as you get closer to his groin each and every time. “I belong to you.”

“Just like that?” You tease, getting into character more easily now that he’s beneath you. You lick your lips and look down at his shaft, practically begging to be touched as you graze your fingers between his thighs, almost close enough to touch him this time.

“Yes,” he admits, biting his lower lip as you finally spit on the head of his cock. “Yes, just like that.”

“Good.” You grasp him in your palm, feeling your own moisture begin to collect at your center as you stroke him with ease, your own saliva oozing down his member and between your fingers. You watch his face twist in pleasure as you gently lick his tip up and down, over and over again before slowly opening your mouth to take him past your lips. He tastes so much different than any other man you've had before, his impressive girth pushing against your tongue as you relax your throat to savor that almost… refreshing flavor of his flesh.

You can feel his hand on the back of your head as you take in more of him, his long fingers weaving their way into your hair as you consumes every inch with growing fervor. His grip tightens once your lips become flush with his pelvis, your spit now spilling down between his thighs as you nearly gag before coming up for air and starting all over again. You can hear him whisper your name, his voice faint and ethereal, somehow distant yet near. His body writhes beneath you with each thirsty pass over his cock, his fingers all but ripping the hair out of your head before you eventually slow your pace, quieting down his grateful whimpering. Reluctantly, you pull your messy lips off of him with an audible pop, kissing a trail up his shaft one more time before winking at him.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, you know that, darling?” He smooths his hands through your hair as you climb up and straddle his hips, resisting the urge to thrust up inside you as you carefully hover over him.

Instead of flipping you over and having his way with you like he’s used to doing with so many others before, he lets you grab him at his base, squeezing just enough to brew a subtle growl from his throat before spreading your clear coat of neediness over the tip of his dick. Back and forth you go, like a paint brush over both of your most pleasurable spots, coloring their skin in multiple shades of iridescent hues that only the two of you can begin to see.

“Isn’t this so much easier?” He breathes heavily as he tries to hold back his release, grazing his hands down your body as you continue your good work. “Giving into your desires instead of fighting them?”

“Mmm hmm,” you moan as you use his body to send yourself through the roof, that last magical push of his head over your clit making your body quiver in a bright rainbow of sheer delight.

“It’s what you were made for.” He grasps onto your hips as he watches you come undone, pulling you down onto him as your muscles involuntarily squeeze around him. “What you were born to do.”

That line from before burns a bright white as the two of you finally connect, hot to the touch as it slithers inside you both, moving your spines in time with one another as he rises up to kiss your lips, completing that perfect circle. It bonds you together in a way you can feel but can’t quite comprehend, fusing you together as if you'd always been a part of one another, your carnal reunion now blatantly obvious in its inevitability. In this moment, you can’t remember anything else before him, how you survived your mundane life without his touch to excite you, his kiss to calm you or his voice to ring in your ears.

You can feel him stretch your muscles to capacity, holding you in place as he glides in and out of you with moans so beautiful, you swear you've never heard anything like them before. They only seem to enhance your pleasure as you rise and fall around him, drawing out moans of your own as your fingers get tangled in his hair in an attempt to bring him closer, to taste more of his mouth, but it’s no use. The chorus of his moans mixes in with yours and the steady beat of his upward thrusts until your orgasm forces him to slip up and surrender completely. He can’t help but cry out your name, a muffled plea against your lips as you breaks his threshold, holding onto you for dear life as he coats the inside of your slick, swollen walls with his automatic release.

Your smooth grip pulsates every last drop out of him as your legs find their way around his waist. They tighten around his hips as he continues to frantically spill his pleasure into you until there’s absolutely nothing left. You shudder around him, resting your forehead against his as you convulse together in unison, refusing to break contact even the slightest bit. You relish in the feeling of his sweat blending with yours as it coats your skin, the sensation of his hands on your body and the sound of his heavy breath deepening as his convulsions slowly die down.

“How good does that feel, taking what you want for once?” He kisses you again, closing his eyes to savor the sweetness of your lips before moving on to taste the flavor of your neck as he feels himself ooze out of you and onto his pelvis.

“Good,” you whisper, gasping as he bites down onto your clavicle and sucks a deep bruise just below it. “Different at first, but … really good.”

“Well, we’ll have plenty of time for you to practice.” He mouths his way down your chest, lifting your arm up to continue his path of kisses beneath your armpit until the sharp angle of his nose forces you to clench down around him again, halting his own breath in response. “To become who you were always meant to be.” He slowly inhales the pheromones emanating from your axilla, eyes rolling back into his head as he takes in your natural scent. “Before we move onto other things.”

“Other things?” You cradle his face in your hands, forcing him to look up at you as his hands find their way onto your backside, squeezing your cheeks.

“You deserve so much more than what you’ve been given,” he tells you earnestly, the iciness returning to his stare. “So much more than how they’ve treated you.”

You stare at him, all the pleasure and praise almost numbing you into forgetting that he told you about a rage he carries around with him as well. How could you continue letting him dote upon you like this without making an effort to return the favor?

“And how have you been treated?”

Loki clenches his jaw at the question, eyes watering before quickly peeling your hands off his face and setting them down at your side. “It’s time to rest now, don’t you think?”

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Illicit Affairs

Summary: A marriage built on nothing but childhood infatuation was always bound to fall apart. The love you once thought you had for Thor has dwindled to nothing but indifference. He doesn't know the things you crave and makes no effort to find out, so you turn to the one person who will fulfill all your filthy desires: his brother.

Genre: Smut

Loki x f!reader

Word count: 9k

Loki Masterlist

AN: I'm considering writing more for this, but I have nothing set in stone just yet. The ending has been left intentional so it gives me an easy point to pick up from if I do decide to continue, but also so that this can be read as a one-shot if I decide not to!

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, mild degradation, mild BDSM, impact play, exhibitionism if you squint, choking, bondage, orgasm denial, hair pulling(reader is mentioned as having long hair), manhandling, oral (m receiving)

When the clocktower tolled faintly in the distance, somewhere in the very heart of the city, you were still awake to hear it.

It had tolled five times in the time your husband had rolled off you and fallen straight to sleep, each echoing clang of the bells mockingly louder than the last, taunting you that, while the rest of Asgard slumbered, sleep had still not claimed you.

Thor slept soundly beside you, his obnoxiously loud snoring a sure testament to the deep state of his rest. He hadn’t stirred once at your incessant turning in the sheets not at the number of frustrated sighs that left you as sleep continued to be evasive. Rightfully, you should have been as exhausted as he was, sated and sleepy in the warm afterglow of your husband’s love. As it were, you were neither tired nor satisfied. When once his hands had elicited sparks of electricity and pleasure when they caressed your skin, now you only felt dull, like his lovemaking was something to be endured rather than enjoyed. If nothing else, that was a sure sign that the two of you were drifting apart like two boats against the current.

You hadn’t expected him to take you tonight. In truth, the nights of your lovemaking were getting further and further between, so much so that you suspected he had become a frequent visitor to one of the several brothels that were scattered throughout the city. Not that you cared; you had visited them more times than you could count in the past few months. Tonight, though, on the eve of his coronation, he had been especially…vigorous, heaving with buoyant energy and desperately in need of an outlet. As it happened, he had decided that you would be that outlet.

Being the dutiful wife and Princess, you had opened your legs for him.

He was drunk, stinking drunk, but still, he clambered on top of you, not even caring to fully remove your gown. He was never rough, not in the way you wished for, anyway, but tonight he hadn’t been gentle. Filled with ale and a sense of his own importance at being a hair's breadth away from being King, he had chased his pleasure ferociously, pounding in and out of you at a punishing pace that should have had you seeing stars.

Instead, you felt nothing.

The faints sparks of pleasure that tried to ignite within you fizzled out almost as soon as they began and, no matter how hard you concentrated, how hard you imagined, his forceful thrusts were nowhere near enough to drive you towards the edge, towards release.

Release.

It had two weeks since you’d had a proper release, one not of your own doing. Not since the last time you had been…

No.

You couldn’t think of that. Not now. No matter how much you wished that, instead of being under your husband, you were instead under…

No.

You pushed it from your mind, instead letting your eyes squeeze shut in feigned ecstasy as Thor continued thrusting into you, his fingers rubbing nowhere near your clit.

“There we go,” he said through pants and increasingly erratic thrusts. “That’s it. So beautiful, dear wife,” he praised you, clueless that your pleasure was nothing but a figment of his imagination. With a final few juddering thrusts he tipped over, his blonde head falling to rest on your shoulder. Spent, he sloppily kissed your cheek, gracelessly removed himself, and rolled off you, landing with a resounding thump on his own side of the bed. Within seconds, the quiet of the room was broken by his thundering snores.

Hours later, you still lay awake, burning with need and feeling the depth of indifference you now felt towards Thor grow steadily deeper with each breath you took.

It hadn’t always been like this.

Once, not so long ago, Thor had been your entire world. You had loved him fiercely and unselfishly, besotted with him because of who he was and not who he was destined to be. This love, a love that you once had described as undying, had begun to fizzle out shortly after your wedding. All too late, you realised that the intense love you felt for Thor was nothing more than a passing infatuation, and now you were stuck in a marriage to someone you felt no ounce of love for and who hadn’t the faintest idea how to keep you happy.

A marriage that had been sealed with unbreakable vows.

With a groan, you swung out of the bed and the tangle of cool sheets in one fluid movement, bare feet hitting the stone floor that was, thankfully, always warm. Carelessly shrugging on the silk wrap that had been a wedding gift from the Allmother and slipping your feet into flat slippers, you eased quietly from the inner sanctum of your chambers, Thor’s continued loud snores assuring you that he hadn’t noticed your absence.

Beyond your chambers, the living area stood still and frigid, the full moon hanging in the sky outside the window illuminating the space in almost tranquil half light. You paused for barely a second before creeping to the ornate double doors of your chambers in a soft flurry of footsteps, soundlessly easing one open and slipping into the main body of the palace. Usually bustling with a mixture of palace servants and Einherjar, the halls now stood silent as Hel before you, the only sound breaking the quiet being the faint flickering of the flaming torches that lined the palace walls. Without a thought as to your final destination, you began to walk.

The soft sound of your footsteps echoed off the stone walls as you skillfully navigated the palace corridors, but you met not a single soul along the way. Briefly, you considered throwing caution to the winds and sneaking beyond the palace walls to your favoured brothel, tucked away in the seediest corner of the city. Erling would welcome you, as he always did. His strong, powerful hands would give you all the pain and pleasure you craved. Or perhaps you would have Runa make you quiver under her supple thighs. It would be foolish, though, to attempt to sneak through the city on the eve of Thor’s coronation. The people were likely still celebrating thoroughly, and you were much too recognisable to slip between them undetected. If word reached Odin that you frequented Asgards brothels and were placing the legitimacy of the succession in jeopardy he would have your head. He was already beginning to grow irritated that you had yet to produce an heir, something you were going to great pains to prevent. It would be wise not to provoke his anger further.

There was, however, another option. It was one that had you court danger in the ultimate way, but one you had taken twice before regardless of the peril it placed you in. It had soothed the ache your husband left between your legs, satisfied your most craven desires in a way Thor would never entertain, and all without leaving the palace walls. It would be all too easy to change your course, to go straight ahead up the staircase instead of turning right, to follow the path you had taken twice before to the east wing and to…

No.

You refused to consider the idea any further. Once had been a mistake, twice a way to get back at Thor in a fit of rage. To go there a third time would make it something more, something it decidedly wasn’t.

You turned right, coming to a stop outside the Allmother’s private library. It had been your sanctuary long before your marriage to Thor, something the Queen had detected and granted you unlimited access to.

“A life at Court isn’t always easy,” she had said, kindness radiating from her every feature. “We all need a place to escape to. Perhaps this can be yours.”

If only she knew the irony her words now held.

The delicate gold door handle recognised your touch, swinging open noiselessly to grant you access. Immediately, the rich woody smell of the room mixed with the scent of old books greeted you like an old friend. You had been in this room countless times, but you were constantly struck by the sheer beauty of the place. From the ornate winding staircase that led to the upper floors to the great dome of the ceiling that flooded the room with both sun and moonlight, it had Frigga’s touch painted all through it and was, in your mind, the most beautiful room in the palace.

You wandered aimlessly along the row of shelves on the bottom floor, refusing to go near the upper levels that had been the stage for your first mistake. While the upper levels contained the more interesting volumes - volumes of magic and enchantments and the Allmother’s home of Vanaheim - those on the bottom were heavy tomes of Asgardian history and battles for power that had happened long before you were born. In other words, it was the perfect place to search for something so amazingly dull that it would hopefully lull you to sleep. Your hands landed on a particularly thick volume on Bor’s conquest of the Dark Elves, something you cared little about, and you took it to curl up in one of the blue wingback chairs by the empty fireplace, turning the book open to a random page.

After a while, you did feel the first dregs of sleep begin to seep in, but this only made your mind wander. It had been directly above that his sudden appearance at the end of the row had startled you and you could still hear his derisive laughter when you had tried to throw a book at him. He had taunted you with the most intimate details of your marriage with Thor, likely being able to feel how wound up and unsatisfied you were, and you could still remember the blinding sweetness of what had followed.

The sharp sting of the whip.

The cutting bite of the stone balcony beneath your breasts as he’d bent you over it.

“So responsive, pet. Does my brother make you sing like this?”

You didn’t love him, not by any stretch of your imagination. What you felt towards him was indifference, but it didn’t stop you from admitting that he was a miles better fuck than his brother. While Thor had since stopped caring about whether your pleasure was real or imagined, Loki kept you dancing right on the edge before submerging you in it.

The thought of that first night, and the second that had followed, had you clench your thighs together at the familiar throb beginning in your core. You could wait one night, perhaps two until the festivities died down, and slip out to visit Erling or Runa, or maybe have them both. You could wait.

“I’m going to come down that pretty little throat of yours and you’re going to swallow it all.”

The book slammed shut. You couldn’t wait. You needed to be fucked, properly fucked. Hastily, you returned the book to its place and left the library, taking quick, determined steps towards the east wing of the palace. Consequences be damned; it wasn’t as though Thor hadn’t strayed from you too.

The walk from the library to his wing was thankfully as eventful as before, though the faint clink of armor in the distance warned you that some of the Einhenjar were close. The doors to his chambers were identical to your own, the same aged oak inlaid with swirls of gold, but yet acutely more imposing, even on your third visit. You didn’t have to do this. You could easily turn back to your chambers, to your unhappy marriage and the man who only now used you as a last resort. You still had time to stop this from becoming more.

The unrelenting ache between your legs, though, made the possibility of more seem of little consequence, something you could deal with after…

You reached out and knocked firmly on the door, the sound echoing ominously around the empty hallways.

Maybe he was asleep.

Maybe he was out.

Maybe there was still time to -

The door clicked open, a small sliver of light creeping across the stone floor as he came fully into view. “Well, well,” his voice was low and alert. He hadn’t been sleeping. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Princess?” he asked, sarcasm dripping from your title.

You glowered at him for a moment. The bastard knew exactly why you were here. “Shut up and let me in,” you spat, moving to shove past him but finding his arm suddenly blocking your path.

“And why should I do that?” he replied silkily.

“So we can braid each other’s hair and discuss the thrilling details of Thor’s coronation,” you threw back. “Why do you think?” You pushed forcefully against his arm and put up no resistance, a quiet, dark laugh hitting your ear as you pushed past.

His living area beyond the door was just as neatly organised as it always was, the only sign that you had disrupted something being the mess of scrolls and maps on his table along with a half-drained decanter of wine. You crossed the space in six purposeful strides, filling a goblet almost to the brim and knocking it back easily.

“Please help yourself,” Loki mocked, his footsteps silent on the enormous rug underfoot that ran across most of the room. He stopped two feet away from you, hands folded neatly behind his back while he took you in.

“Shut up, Loki.” You snapped back, wiping errant droplets of wine from your lips with the back of your hand. Your words held little bite, something he likely had come to realise. All it would take was a simple shift in his tone, a few carefully chosen words, and you would be at his mercy, allowing him to take control in the way you ached for. Forcefully, you set the goblet back on the table, the glass decanter to its side visibly shaking. “Well?” You said, spinning round to face him?”

Loki merely regarded you coolly. “Well, what?” He asked with a subtle raise of his brow.

You gave a small “tut” of derision. “Don’t act daft. You know why I’m here,” you said, meeting his cold, green gaze with your own.

“Do I?” He responded, tilting his head a fraction. “Why don’t you humour me, Princess?”

You saw the beginnings of a smirk flicker on his face and fought the urge to slap him. Defiantly, you held his gaze, but, eventually, you crumbled. “He still isn’t…satisfying me,” you admitted slowly, feeling a faint heat begin to cross your cheeks. Here you were simmering for him to have you in the filthy way that only he could, yet you still felt easy embarrassment admitting to your disappointing sex life with your husband.

He gave you a look of feigned concern but remained exactly where he was. “I’m so sorry to hear of my brother’s continued impotency. I can all but imagine the stress it’s placing on your otherwise blissfully happy marriage,” he mocked.

“We are very happy,” you lied, which made him snort with laughter. “I only want…need…more than he’s willing to give me.”

“Mmm.” He purred back, his trademark smirk spreading across his face as he stalked towards you. “Like the sting of my whip?”

Immediately, the slickness between your legs became impossible to ignore. His whip. His cane. His bare hand. You’d take whatever sweet torment he would inflict on you, anything that would make you feel something other than the relentless frustration Thor continued to leave behind.

“Yes,” you answered, your voice raspy with palpable need.

You hated that it was him. He was smug and scheming and altogether unpleasant, but he gave you what you craved, what Thor wouldn’t even entertain. If your husband was vanilla, Loki was strawberry and honeycomb, and all the flavours that set your senses aflame in ways you hadn’t known possible.

“Yes, what,” he said, closing the remaining distance to tower over you, green eyes glinting.

You held his gaze. It was pointless to pretend you didn’t know what he was asking and even more pointless to pretend you hadn’t craved it with every fibre of your being since you had last walked out his door. “Yes, I want you to whip me,” you said. “My prince,” you added with emphasis, a jolt of adrenaline shooting through your veins.

Loki grabbed your chin, the action brusque and cold. “Was that so hard to admit?” He gave you no time to answer, roughly yanking you towards him and pressing his lips firmly over yours. There was no love in his touch, no gentleness or passion, only a harsh demand that you submit to his will.

You surrendered easily and without question, eager to pass him the reigns of control and let him submerge you in the heady mixture of pleasure and pain that you craved.

When Loki pushed you back, it was so sudden that your steps faltered, your hip catching on the corner of his writing table and making the goblets rattle. You felt your heart pick up at the thought of what was about to come, the excitement and danger you itched for.

“Take it off.” He said, nodding to the pale lilac wrap that still hid you from view. Wordlessly, and without breaking his emotionless gaze, you untied it and let it fall in a pool at your feet. Loki, as he always did, ran his eyes over you slowly, almost making you shiver. “A stunning canvas.” He spoke quietly, closing the distance between you both again.

He was standing so close you could smell him; cedarwood, patchouli, and the faintest hint of leather. Your breathing hitched in your throat as you watched him closely, waiting…

It happened in a split second, so quickly that it took you a few moments to register the cold roughness of the stone wall at your back and the delicious feeling of Loki’s hand holding you there by the throat, applying just enough pressure to make it feel good.

You laughed, the sound coming out throaty and harsh around Loki’s hand. “At last. We’re starting to get somewhere.”

His eyes narrowed dangerously and he increased the pressure on the sides of your throat just a fraction. You could feel the slickness growing between your thighs. “You are courting danger, Princess,” he said, echoing your earlier thoughts.

“If you cared so much about danger you would have asked me to leave long before now,” you threw back, intently watching his face. “What’s the matter, my prince? Are you starting to get scared?” you goaded him.

“You would be wise to choose your words carefully,” he threatened, his face so close to yours that you could smell the wine on his breath.

“Or what?” you challenged.

“Or you’ll leave this room aching worse than when you arrived,” he said, a threat that only excited you more. How far could you push him?

You smirked at him, enjoying how easy it was to push his buttons. “Is that a promise?”

It was Loki’s turn to laugh, a hollow sound that only made you thrum more. “Oh, trust me, my dear, that’s not a promise you want me to make.”

He removed his hand from your throat, almost making you whine at the loss of pressure. With ease, he grabbed both your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. You felt the cold bite of the stone seep into your skin, a sharp contrast against the blood pumping hotly through you in anticipation. He leaned into your neck, the edge of his nose trailing slowly down your skin, inhaling your scent. Despite your best efforts, you shivered, feeling him smile against you.

“I think,” he spoke softly, a faint note of danger present in his tone, “my brother is far too gentle with you. Wouldn’t you agree?” He asked, sinking his teeth firmly into sensitive skin.

You gasped sharply at the sudden stinging pain, carelessly rolling your hips towards him in need of even a small degree of friction against your aching cunt. You tried to squeeze your thighs together, a hopeless action as Loki placed his knee firmly between your legs.

“I asked you a question,” he said smoothly, his grip tightening around your wrists.

“I agree,” you said quickly, delighting in the rough feel of his tunic against your bare skin.

“Mmm,” he hummed against your skin, angling his head to bite at the point on your throat that had you yelp and arch against his vice-like grip. “I bet the oaf has no idea how enticingly sensitive you are.”

“And I bet…” you began, your words coming out close to a pant, but quickly dying on your tongue when a sudden icelike coldenss wrapped around your wrists.

Glancing swiftly up, you saw that intricate gold shackles now replaced Loki’s hands around your wrists, the two chains merging into one and secured by his magic to the wall behind, stretching you taut and making your breasts jut out. A similar sensation happened in tandem around your ankles, encasing them in the same gold shackles, but, instead of chains attaching you to the wall, a firm metal bar materialised between them, ensuring that you couldn’t close your legs against whatever torture he was about to unleash on you.

You shivered in anticipation.

Silently, you met his gaze, finding his green eyes blazing with intensity. He was as aroused by this as much as you were, by the utter taboo of it all.

“If only the people could see their future Queen now, spread out like a common whore.” He taunted, letting one hand trail over your breast to twist a nipple. You let out a faint hiss of pain, and he used your momentary distraction to twist his other hand into your hair, pulling your head back and completely immobilising you under his touch. “What will it be tonight, my dear?” he whispered in your ear, causing a fresh wave of heat to sweep through your entire body.

You could feel how soaked you were, practically dripping for him in a way you had long since stopped with Thor. He was rough, he was filthy, and he was exactly what you needed to satisfy the blazing ache within you that your husband no longer could.

“The riding crop. Please,” you said, voice laced with obvious desire.

With another cruel twist of your nipple that caused you to cry out, Loki smirked menacingly. “Mmm, we are feeling rather wound up tonight, aren’t we?” he purred, twisting his hand further into your hair.

Your cunt clenched hard at his question, a hot ache throbbing through you, desperate for even the faintest touch to soothe the flames. “Yes,” you said through gritted teeth, a guttural growl following suit when released his grip on your hair to firmly twist your other nipple, a momentary preview of what was soon to follow.

His wicked grin grew wider. “How fortunate for me,” he said, removing his fingers from your breasts. You released a quiet breath of relief, one that quickly hitched in your throat when the black leather riding crop materialised in his hand. He took two steps back, emerald eyes glinting and hungrily taking in every inch of your exposed body, as though he was debating where he would first make you writhe under his attention. He placed the crop flat against your collarbone, slowly dragging it between your breasts and down your stomach, the action making your muscles jump and a trail of goosebumps to erupt in its wake. It was so soft, so gentle, compared with what was to come.

“Such an exquisite body, yet completely absent of my brother’s marks,” he murmured almost thoughtfully, now tracing the crop over the slope of your breasts and making a shiver wrack down your spine. “If you were mine, I’d have you covered in my marks.” He said, punctuating his words with a sudden smack of the crop against the side of your breast. A sharp hiss escaped you at the sweet sting of pain that bloomed beneath your skin. Another followed in quick succession, only a great deal harder making your eyes squeeze shut at the bite. “What do you say?” Loki asked firmly.

“Thank you, my prince,” you replied quickly, easily falling back into the unspoken dynamic that had existed from the very first night you came to his chambers. He provided you with an outlet to be submissive; you thanked him for every mark he left on your body.

He smirked in front of you. “Good girl,” he praised you, making your cunt clench again. Teasingly, he moved the crop between your legs, rotating it on its side and lightly rubbing it over your clit. You groaned, yanking hard against the shackles and desperately trying to lower down to increase the friction. To no avail. Loki let out a feigned “tut” of concern. “How ungentlemanly of my brother to leave you so unsatisfied, my dear,” he mocked, tracing the crop back up your stomach. You couldn’t help but whine at the loss of even the lightest touch against your aching core.

You had been in his chambers for little under thirty minutes and already your body felt like every single nerve had been exposed, like the slightest touch would have you careening towards the heights of pleasure. Loki played your body like a violin, so starkly in contrast to the unending nothingness you felt under your husband's touch.

“When was the last time you had a proper orgasm?” He asked, beginning a quick series of sharp flicks against your breast. The pain was bitingly sharp and caused a stuttered gasp to fall from your lips before you could contain it, but it was the sort of pain you had been craving.

“The last time…ugh…I was here,” you replied, firmly wrenching against the shackles with every flick of his wrist.

“So long ago? Poor thing,” Loki continued to taunt you, never ceasing in his merciless whipping of your breast. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the soft whoosh of the crop as it sailed through the air and the gentle smack of it hitting your skin, broken only for a second when he switched his attention to your other breast. “If my brother keeps this up soon you’ll forget what pleasure even feels like,” he purred, the sting of the crip becoming more pronounced with every flick.

“Do you…ah…do you think…your chambers are the….ah…only place I seek my pleasure?” you bit back, head falling back against your shoulders while you revelled in every sweet snap of the crop against your breasts.

It was a comment that only earned you another punishing smack. “Trying to make me jealous?”

You let out a throaty laugh, raising your head to meet his searing gaze. “And why…would I care if you were jealous?”

His eyes narrowed dangerously and he gave a final brutal snap directly to your nipple, pulling a rasping groan from your throat. In the type of silence that made you know he was building up to something you wouldn’t like, he trailed the crop back down your stomach before removing it completely from your body. You watched him closely, attempting to anticipate his next move.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed. “If you open them I’ll hit you twice as hard.”

Your cunt fluttered, hips rolling gently against nothing. You closed your eyes. The sudden darkness was almost unsettling. You could hear his quiet rustling, the soft shift of his footsteps. The inability to prepare for whatever he was going to do next had your heart beating like a drum. Was he still in the room? Had he disappeared in a glow of green light leaving you chained to his wall? Was he…

The sudden sharp smack of the crop against your clit had you cry out, the breath leaving your lungs at the biting impact.

“Don’t forget your manners, Princess,” Loki said, his voice dripping with feigned sweetness.

“Thank you, my prince,” you replied, voice shaky as you fought to steady your racing heart.

Once.

Twice.

Three times he whipped your aching clit, each impact of the crop making you twist against the restraints, each sting magnified tenfold behind your closed eyes. Again and again, the crop struck between your legs, pulling steady groans and whimpers from the depths of your lungs and submerging you in an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain. You loved and hated it in equal measures, but its gaping absence in the past two weeks had a vocal plea for more dancing on the tip of your tongue.

Until there was a thundering knock on Loki’s chamber door.

Despite his earlier command, your eyes flew open, filled with unbridled panic as you found his. With a lazy smirk, he set down the crop and created a duplicate of himself that sauntered across the room. While he opened the door, the solid Loki pressed flush against you, his fingers dipping between your burning folds and massaging your clit. Your heart plummeted when you heard Thor’s booming voice ask the duplicate if he’d seen you, telling him how unlike you it was to disappear in the middle of the night.

If only he knew.

In front of you, the real Loki kept circling your clit, an amused smirk spreading across his face. “You better be quiet,” he murmured as Thor’s voice continued to fill the room. “I imagine my brother wouldn’t take too kindly to seeing you like this.”

You bit down firmly on your lip as small waves of pleasure began to ripple through you, hands balling into fists so tight you were sure you would draw blood. With each expert swirl of Lok’s fingers, you had to forcefully contain a moan, almost holding your breath in a desperate attempt to stay silent. You silently begged Loki with your eyes to stop, prayed that Thor left the doorway, that Loki’s duplicate would hurry up and shut the door. If he kept touching you like this, skillfully working you towards the edge, you would come undone in a matter of minutes, something he knew that even Thor would pick up on. Thor couldn’t have remained for more than a handful of minutes but in your chained state each second that ticked by felt like an eternity.

When the door finally clicked shut and Loki’s duplicate disappeared, his fingers instantly left your clit. Against your restraints your body practically sagged with relief, though your heart continued beating so furiously that you feared it would take flight.

“You really are courting danger tonight, aren’t you?” he taunted, stepping away from you and picking up the discarded crop.

You barely had time to come down from the adrenaline rush that Thor’s unexpected interruption had caused before Loki resumed whipping you, but all too soon you were swept back up in the sweet sting of pain. Your breathing came in heavy, deep pants, hands balled into tight fists as the sharp torment of the crop continued to reverberate through your core. The final flick of leather against your cunt was harder than the others but, although tears were pricking in the backs of your eyes and you fought vainly to close your thighs, you loved every second of it.

Loki stood silently before you, his eyes keenly watching the sharp rise and fall of your chest as you caught your breath. “How stunning you look covered in my marks, my dear,” he said. “I think you should always look like this.”

You swallowed thickly, savouring the exhilarating afterglow of the pain and waiting impatiently for what would inflict on you next.

Nothing came.

Instead, almost as quickly as they had materialised, the golden shackles that encased your wrists and ankles vanished, their sudden and abrupt absence making you fall to your knees. The cold bite of the stone floor beneath you was a welcome relief against your flushed and burning skin. You had all but three seconds of relief, though, before Loki’s firm arm wrapped brusquely around your middle.

“Don’t get too comfortable, Princess,” he growled, lifting you easily from the floor as though you weighed nothing more than one of Odin’s ravens. In large measured strides, he crossed the floor to his bedroom, wrenching open one of the double doors with more force than you knew was necessary and throwing you on his bed with such strength that you bounced on the mattress. “I haven’t finished with you yet.”

“I…I should like to hope not,” you replied, quickly trying to gain your bearings from among his silk sheets. .

“Always wanting more, aren’t you?” he said, a bite in his voice that suggested he wasn’t only talking about tonight. From the bed you watched as he roughly pushed up the sleeves of his tunic, exposing the slender muscles of his arms and the prominent veins rippling beneath his skin. With effort, you pulled your eyes away. “What if tonight I don’t give you more? What if I don’t give you what you want?” his voice was like ice.

You supported yourself on your hands, an arrogant leaving you while you narrowed your eyes at him. “As though you’d turn me out. You’ve always trailed after Thor like a puppy desperately waiting for some leftovers to be thrown your way. You’re not going to give up any opportunity to have something that he’s had.”

For a moment, a long moment, there was silence, the only sound being the faint flickering of the fire in the living room beyond the doors. You watched his eyes, seeing a new depth of coldness creep over the emerald green, accompanied by a sadistic smile creeping across his face. “Oh, princess,” he said quietly, “You’re going to regret that. I said nothing about turning you out. I said I wouldn’t give you what you want.”

With another effortless flick of his wrist, you felt the biting cold of the metal shackles once again. Your hands were pulled from under you and chained off above the top of his bed while simultaneously your ankles were chained tightly to each elegant post at the bottom. You couldn’t help but laugh again. “Yes, you’re doing a tremendous job of not giving me what I want.”

The strike of the crop against your cunt was so sudden and so viciously sharp that you jolted, back arching as far as you could against his silk sheets. “What do you say?” Loki asked, running the crop lightly over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You stayed silent, defying him without even opening your mouth, delighting in pushing him as far as you could. He whipped your cunt again, this time harder still, making a whimper leave you before you could stop it. “What do you say?” he repeated, voice low and menacing.

You swallowed thickly. “Thank you, my prince,” you forced from between gritted teeth.

“Better,” Loki replied, though he sounded far from placated. With renewed vigor, he returned to whipping your cunt, each strike of the crop feeling harder than the last, each one accompanied by a loud cry or quiet groan. Spoken or not, you knew this was punishment for something. He had been on edge since you arrived at his door and this little session appeared to be just as much a release for him as for you.

Each strike of the crop against your cunt had you wincing, quiet hisses of pain slipping from your lips with the resounding sting. You were so drunk on the heady mixture of pleasure and pain, so focused on the burn between your legs being an intoxicating blend of your arousal and the bite of the crop, that you didn’t realise several stray tears had fallen from your eyes until Loki’s voice broke through your thoughts.

“What’s wrong, Princess?” he purred mockingly. “Am I being too rough with you?”

Deciding to further court danger, you answered him with a strangled laugh. “Is that really the best you can do?”

Chest heaving, you watched him intently. You saw the faint lift of his lips, the tick of a muscle in his jaw, the darkening of his green eyes. He gave one last merciless strike to your cunt, one that had you cry out so loudly it echoed off the walls and stopped. You barely had a second's reprieve when, in a flurry of limbs and green light, he had flipped you over onto hands and knees, your hands now left free but ankles still chained to the posts of the bed, completely on display for him.

“Are you this much of a brat for my brother?” he asked, resting one hand on your ass. “Or is this reserved just for me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you replied, doing your best to look over your shoulder at him.

Without ceremony or warning, he harshly slapped your ass, making you groan with want. Again and again, before your marriage to Thor had deteriorated, you had begged him for this, begged him for even the slightest hint of pain. Again and again, he had refused, always with the same argument that he didn’t want to cause you pain and always ignoring your pleas that it was precisely this pain that brought you pleasure. Loki had no such hesitations.

You felt the smooth leather of the crop part your folds once more, lightly tracing over your swollen clit and making you rut against it like an animal in heat. The moans that fell from your lips were sinful, the type that, since Thor’s attention had waned, only Loki was able to conjure.

“Would you like me to fuck that pretty little cunt, Princess?” he asked, increasing the pressure of the crop against your soaked folds.

“Yes,” you groaned automatically

“Why don’t you ask me nicely?” he teased, tracing slow, agonising circles.

Your hands in the sheets balled into fists. Already you could feel the small sparks of pleasure erupting in your core and the temptation to let go and allow them to build was almost overwhelming, but if you went over without his permission…

“Please…please fuck me, my prince,” you said, desperate for him to give you what you had been aching for for the past two weeks.

The plea had barely left your mouth when the glorious friction from the crop stopped. You whined out of frustration, a sound that quickly escalated into a cry when Loki struck your throbbing cunt once again.

“No,” his voice was barely a whisper in your ear. You hadn’t heard him get any closer.

“Bastard,” you said under your breath, dipping your head between your shoulders and half hoping he heard you.

You heard him step back from the bed, heard the quiet rustle of clothes and the soft pad of his footsteps back towards you. He’d removed his clothes, letting you see every beautiful, finely chiseled inch of him as he climbed on the bed and knelt in front of you. You noticed two things: the crop still held in his hand and his aching length right below your eye level.

“Open,” he ordered.

You raised your brow at him defiantely.

“I said open, Princess.” He repeated, bringing the crop down roughly on your ass and making you squeal. He brought the tip to your lips and you stared him down for just a moment longer before obediently opening your mouth. “Good girl,” he praised, continuing to slide his impressive length down your throat. When you had taken as much of him in your mouth as you could, he twisted his hand into your hair, yanking your head back to make you look at him. “Impress me, and I might let you come tonight.”

Your cunt fluttered at the empty threat, at the possibility that you wouldn’t get what you had come here for. Resisting the urge to bite down you began to bob on his length, long, slow strokes that quickly pulled a raspy moan from him. You let him fall out of your mouth, only to flatten your tongue and run it up the underside of his cock, closing your lips back around his tip and swirling your tongue around it. You took as much of him in your mouth as you could, the musky, masculine scent of him invading your senses. A free hand closed around his shaft, pumping him in time with each slide of your lips. You heard him groan above you, felt his hand twist more firmly into your hair, and, without warning, felt the fresh sting of the crop on your ass. As best you could, you looked up at him with insulted eyes.

“Consider it…encouragement,” he said, his voice husky and dripping with arousal.

He put pressure on the back of your head, making you begin to move again and slide your tongue teasingly along his length. You could hear his every broken inhale, every curse that fell from his lips, every groan as you skillfully worked him with your mouth. Just as you settled into a rhythm that had him practically keening, you felt the sting of the crop again, the suddenness of the action having you squeal around his cock.

“Faster,” he demanded roughly.

You obeyed easily, the throbbing ache between your legs overpowering your desire to push his buttons. You increased your pace, swirling your tongue around him as though bringing him pleasure would automatically grant you yours. To your side, you heard the soft thump as the crop hit the tangle of sheets, and Loki’s other hand twisted into your hair, completely immobilising you as he began to thrust wildly and erratically into your mouth, each thrust bringing his cock right to the back of your mouth and making you gag.

“Such…such a good girl,” he praised, his hands locked like a vice around your head. “You’re making me feel…so good,” he continued, his praise making you drip.

With each thrust, you felt him get closer and in a matter of minutes, he exploded down your throat, hands holding you firm to make sure you took every drop of him. Thick, warm ropes of his cum spilled in your mouth and the moans pouring from his were so loud and so sinful you feared they would wake the palace. When his grip in your hair began to slacken and he slowly slid himself from your mouth, he was still hard and his cock was now coated in your saliva.

With the pad of his thumb, he wiped an errant drop of cum from your chin, pressing it into your mouth to lick clean. “A much better use for that mouth, wouldn’t you agree?” he taunted.

“Fuck you, Loki,” you bit back, your throat raw from use.

He only laughed lightly, gripping your chin between his fingers. “Oh, I know how much you want to, my dear.”

He stood from the bed, moving out of your line of sight and leaving you shackled and exposed to him. The only small mercy was that the crop still lay discarded on the sheets beside you. You craned your neck to try and follow him, a slight sliver of fear jolting through you when he continued to evade you.

When his fingers then suddenly crept between your legs to massage your clit, you whimpered, head dropping between your shoulders as you shamelessly rolled your hips against his hand.

“Does that feel good?” his voice purred from behind you.

“Yes,” you answered easily, the strain of arousal evident in your voice.

“Mmm, would you like more?” he asked, his fingers picking up speed.

You gritted your teeth to stop coming undone right there on his hand. “Please.��

He laughed darkly, sounding increasingly menacing to your ears. “Remember to ask me nicely,” he taunted.

A frustrated puff of air left you. Your mind was so addled with need and lust that you could barely think straight, something Loki likely realised and took pleasure in playing with. “Please…fuck me…my prince,” you forced out between strained breaths.

His fingers came to a stop and you whined at the loss of friction, hips wantonly rutting against air. “I do love hearing you beg for me,” he said.

The mattress dipped you beneath you as he settled between your legs, the tip of his cock brushing teasingly against your entrance. He brushed himself lightly through your folds, pulling another whimper from your lips. You were burning for release, the absence of any in the past two weeks setting a flame alight within your core. You jutted your hips back, desperate to feel him slide into you and fuck you senseless.

“How badly do you want it?” he teased, continuing to brush gently through your soaked cunt.

“Please, Loki…please,” you gasped, silk sheets balled tightly in your fists.

He placed one hand on the small of your back and slid inside you in one firm stroke, filling you to the brim. You cried out, eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open at how deliciously full you felt. He was bigger than Thor and hit a spot inside you that your husband never did, almost instantly overwhelming you in ecstasy.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, hating that you were giving him what he wanted but unable to deny how good he felt.

He barely give you time to adjust, almost instantly moving in a punishing rhythm that had you feel every exquisite inch of him. You desperately tried to muffle your moans in the sheets, something Loki wasn’t about to allow. He twisted his hand back into your hair, pulling your head back so you were looking straight ahead at the wall behind his bed.

“Let me hear you sing, Princess,” he said, continuing to relentlessly pound into you. “Let the whole palace know who’s making you feel this good.”

Your cunt clenched around him at his words, making him inhale sharply. You knew that, if Thor were to come to Loki’s door again, there would be no hiding what you were both doing. The wet sound of your sex was loud and obscene, filling the bedroom and likely the chambers beyond, but, rather than fill you with cold dread, it excited you. It excited you to think of your husband hurtling through the doors to find you being taken from behind by his brother, and made you burn with arousal to picture him finding you doing something so gloriously taboo.

Loki was speaking to you again, something about how he fucked you better than Thor, but you only heard snippets. You were too focused on the sweet feeling of the coil in your lower stomach winding tighter and tighter, ready to spring loose at a few more thrusts of his cock. Again and again, he hit the sweet spot deep inside you, making your limbs begin to feel weightless and your heart begin to beat as fast as a hummingbird’s wings.

“Loki…’m gonna…gonna come,” you said, voice breathless. You waited, waited for the final few delicious strokes of his cock to send bliss tumbling through your senses and make you see stars behind your eyes. You only needed a few more thrusts against the sweet spot deep inside you, a few more thrusts and you would see Valhalla, just a few more thrusts…

Just as your orgasm began to ripple through you, Loki stopped moving and pulled out of you.

Your eyes flew open as the beginnings of your climax steadily faded away. “Loki, wha…” The rest of your sentence was lost as he flipped you onto your back, shackling your hands back to the bed with a lazy flick of his wrist.

“I told you to choose your words carefully, didn’t I?” he said, kneeling between your legs and stroking himself in front of you. “I warned you that you’d leave this room aching worse than when you arrived.” You couldn’t help but roll your hips against the sheets, eyes locked on his cock that you ached to have inside you. “I think two weeks should be enough. A whole month without any pleasure.”

You yanked against the restraints. “Don’t be an ass, Loki!”

He only raised an eyebrow. “Would you like me to make it three?”

You held his gaze, knowing he could see the inner conflict behind your eyes. You could continue pushing him, see how angry you could make him before he fucked you out of pure rage, but he was already showing how his threats weren’t empty.

“No,” you spat at him reluctantly.

He smiled menacingly at you. “Good girl. Perhaps you’ll learn not to be a brat.” He replied, beginning to stroke himself faster. You had to bite back a whine.

“I’ll just fuck Thor,” you threw back. It was an empty threat, you knew, but it was all your desperate brain could think of.

Loki laughed, a hollow sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “Fuck Thor if you wish,” he goaded, “but, Princess, you aren’t allowed to come. If you do, and trust me I will know, I’ll punish you the next time you come to my door, which we both know you will.”

You lay on the bed seething, quiet indignation coursing through your blood. You had come to him for release, for the pleasure your husband had long since stopped caring if you received, yet here he was denying you the only thing you wanted from him, keeping his promise of making you ache worse than when you arrived.

In a fit of rage, you yanked against the restraints on your wrists. “You are such an ass, Loki!” you said again, unable to think of anything more fitting.

“Careful. You’ve seen what trouble that mouth can get you into,” he shot back, his eyes beginning to flutter closed as he continued to chase his release.

You hated how every moan that fell from his lips had your cunt clench, hated how badly you wanted him deep inside you hitting pleasure points you didn’t even know you had. Almost in a state of awe, you watched him continue to stroke himself, his head falling back on his shoulders when his release finally consumed him, his seed spilling over your stomach in hot, thick ropes. The groan of relief that left him was so primal, so satisfied, that you almost subconsciously lifted your hips from the bed, driven near madness with the need for him to thrust into you.

His eyes remained closed for several moments while he caught his breath, but when he opened them to look at you, his expression was one of such contentment that you thrashed against your restraints, ready to begin begging, to promise him anything if he would only relieve the burning ache in your core.

“Feeling a little frustrated?” he mocked, his eyes settling on the mess of his cum drying on your skin.

“Please, Loki…” you attempted, fresh tears of need pricking your eyes.

“No.” He replied simply, waving his hand lazily to clean you and release you from your shackles. In a movement you would almost describe as gentle, he lightly pulled your hands from above your head to lie them by your side, effortlessly conjuring a sage green blanket to drape over you. “You were so good for me tonight,” he began. “I’m so…””

“Fuck you.” You spat, physically pushing him away before he could lie on the bed next to you. If it were any other night and you were sated from sex, you would have allowed him these few moments of tenderness, would have revelled in being shown such obvious affection in the absence of your husbands. Tonight, though, was different. Tonight you were pissed.

Abruptly, you pulled yourself to your feet, untangling yourself from his sheets and wrapping the blanket under your arms to cover yourself, something that had Loki laughing behind you.

“You aren’t going to stay?” he taunted.

Turning, you saw him relaxed against the top of his bed, one leg propped at the knee with the other stretched out before him, the very picture of sexual satisfaction. “Do you stay the night with your whores?” you spat back, something which only had him laugh louder.

“So I’m nothing more than a whore to you?”

“What do you think, my prince? Don’t tell me you thought this was love? Or that I secretly harboured feelings for you?” you retorted, putting as much bite in your words as you could muster.

Loki’s smile faltered for just a millisecond, his upper lip twitching once. “Heaven’s no. Do you consider me deluded?”

“I consider you a bastard!” you raised your voice at him, striding firmly around his room to the door. Your cunt was still pulsing with frantic need, evidence of your arousal practically dripping down your thighs. If you thought you had been sexually frustrated at the beginning of the night it was nothing to what you were feeling now. The ache was merciless, your cunt continuing to clench and pulse around nothing. You had been so close…

Behind you, Loki laughed smoothly, his mask firmly back in place. “Two weeks, Princess,” he called. “Let’s see how aching you are when we do this again.”

“Fuck you, Loki,” you spat at him a final time, wrenching the door open and making sure to shut it with a forceful bang, having it shake in your wake.

You hated him. You hated his smug, sly face, hated how he had given you what you wanted but denied you what you craved. Most of all you hated that he was right.

You would be back.

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The Science of Sex ( Loki x Female Reader One Shot)

After seeing a TikTok tonight, I knew I just had to write about it! What would happen if you gave Mischief a pudding cup to eat without a spoon? A mesmerizing show, that's what! Enjoy! ;)

warnings: Absolute disrespect for an innocent dessert... Other than that, nothing too vulgar...

Wanda walked into the kitchen to see you sitting on the counter with Natasha leaning beside you. She immediately noticed how you both seemed to be patiently waiting for some reason.

"What are you two up to now?"

Glancing at each other with a mirrored smirk, you spoke up and answered for the both of you.

"We set up an experiment. I read in this month's issue of Cosmo that you can tell a lot about a man's... skills by watching them eat."

"Ooookay.... so what's the experiment then?"

Natasha took this one.

"We made sure all the guys saw us bring pudding cups back from the store today then hid all of the spoons."

Wanda's face flashed with confusion until the light bulb went off. The fact that her cheeks now held the same hue as her hair made you giggle. You watched as she swallowed hard before speaking again with a slight quiver to her voice now.

"Oh... So... any results yet?"

"Yuuuuup! Wilson and Barnes found them first. Barnes started out nicely but eventually lost his patience and searched the kitchen until he found where we hid the silverware. He handed a spoon off to Wilson before we could collect much data. Parker came in next but it felt wrong so we gave the kid a spoon right away. He's like my baby brother."

Natasha elbowed you in the side, causing you to immediately halt the conversation.

"Incoming ladies..."

All three of you went silent as Thor and Loki appeared.

"Brother, I swear to you, these little treats are delightful. I first discovered them while visiting Midgard when I first met Lady Jane."

The princes seemed to ignore your presence as they made their way across the room. Thor pulled two pudding cups from the fridge and handed one to Loki before opening the utensil drawer to find it empty.

"All in the dishwasher. Sorry boys."

Thor seemed to think about it for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and peeling the top off the cup. Without wasting much time, he squeezed the cup until the plastic bent under his tight grasp and proceeded to quickly eat the pudding until most of it was gone before carelessly tossing it over his shoulder into the trash.

As you all stared at him with a disappointed expression, you caught Loki watching and immediately pretended to be looking at something else.

No longer interested in watching Thor devour his second cup, your eyes drift over to Loki who delicately opened the treat in his hand and got to work. Over the next little while, the three of you watched as the God used his apparently very dexterous tongue to savor the treat while sitting in the window sill silently reading the book in his lap. Switching between kitten licks and wide curls and swipes of the muscle, it felt impossible to look away from the sight in front of you.

When he was nearly done, he used his pointer and middle finger to retrieve the rest from the very bottom of the cup, swirling them around slowly to gather every last drop. As he brought the long digits to his mouth, his eyes flicked up to you, catching you off guard. With your eyes locked onto his, the two fingers slipped between his lips before emerging seconds later cleaned of all trace of the delicious snack. You had completely forgotten you weren't alone in the room until Natasha whispered beside you.

"Close your mouth sweetie... you're drooling."

Hearing him returning to the kitchen, the three of you pretended to be looking at something on Wanda's phone when Loki crossed the room to dispose of the now immaculately clean container. Finding your gaze drifting back to him, you looked up in time to see him wink at you as he passed by, causing your mouth to suddenly go dry. As he left the room, you let out the breath you were holding and shared a look with the other ladies.

Just as Natasha and Wanda turned away to resume looking at the device in Wanda's hand, you felt someone standing behind you. Before you even had the chance to move, his breath is against your ear.

"If you desired to know what I am capable of, Kitten, you merely had to ask instead of consulting that magazine of yours."

Falling victim to the sultry whisper currently sending a shiver down your spine, you helplessly watched as the other two women in the room carried on their conversation a few feet away. The feeling of his hand gripping your hip is now met with him being pressed against your backside to move even closer to your ear.

"I must say I was intrigued after finding it discarded on the sofa last night, left open to the list of sexual positions to insure the most intense orgasms. Should you feel the need to try any of them or find yourself needing a demonstration of my skills first hand, I'll be in my room..."

Your knees nearly buckled when he traced the tip of his tongue along the side of your neck before catching your earlobe between his teeth. The sound of his deep chuckle fading was the only indication you had that he had left the room once again.

"Well ladies, I think that's enough experimenting for me today."

Before they even responded, you were heading down the hall, but it certainly wasn't in the direction of your room...

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100 Followers + 34th Birthday Celebration

Hello my loves! I can't believe my fortune. I'm increadibly thankful to have 100 of you following my little writing blog.

There's nothing like The Mango to bring us all together! As a huge "Thank you!" to each and every one of you, and to celebrate my 34th birthday arriving in a month, I'm throwing my first party. My asks (as always) are open, so you can submit requests there, or here in the comments. Pick one of the 34 settings and/or one of the 100 prompts below, then send them to me in an ask! I'll be writing the first 134 requests (or however many I get) over the next month. That's my goal date. They will all get written, so long as they're submitted by 11:59 PM GMT-5 (US Central Standard Time) on November 22.

And now for the prompts

Settings

Bifrost

Streets of Asgard's Capital

Asgardian Wilderness

Inside the Palace (you may specify or not)

Palace Grounds (you may specify or not)

Jötunheimr Wilds

Ruins of Jötunheimr's Capital

Secret Passageway

Puente Antiguo

A Vehicle of Your Choosing

Upstate New York

Project PEGASUS Joint Dark Energy Mission Facility

Stuttgart, Germany

Quinjet

Helicarrier

"That big, ugly building in New York" (Stark Tower)

Sanctuary II (Thanos's ship)

Chitauri Cruiser

Avenger's Tower (not to be confused with its predecessor)

Svartálfheim

TVA

Mongolian Sand Dunes

Streets of New York

New York Sanctum

New Asgard

Sakaar

One of the Grand Master's Ships

Haunted Victorian Mansion

Church

Graveyard

Alter

Midgardian woods

Place of your choosing in MCU

Place of your choosing in our reality

Prompts

Peter's former babysitter meets the Avengers

"Where, pray tell, do you think you're going?"

"Stark? That man is nothing but a dick in a tin can."

"Unhand me, you rancid cumsack!"

"Oh, but for you...for you, darling, I'd do anything."

"What's that, darling? No one has removed these with a blade before? What a shame...we'll have to remedy that."

"Just to feel you pressed upon my need..."

Defying gratification

His forked tongue dancing against the sides of your clit

Bachelorette party

Tony: Doing time as a capsicle/Scott: Now I really want a capsicle...popsicle. I want a popsicle

"Fuck me, Father, for I have sinned..."/"Say seven 'Hail Marys' and suck my cock"

Halloween

Thanksgiving

Christmas

Hiking

Downpour

Snowed In

First Snow

AU (doesn't need to fit one of the above locations)

Caramel apples

Rewrite a story (of your choice) from the Poetic Edda

Timeline branch (you choose where on the Sacred Timeline)

Excerpts from Odin's A+ Parenting Handbook

“You’d do well to pay. It’s in your best interest."

On Wednesdays kings wear chains

Loki on his knees

All tied up (you choose who)

Threesome (so long as I know the character, I'm willing to do crossovers from other fandoms as well)

That one time he had a thing with a horse...

Headcanon from one of my fics (completed or ongoing)

Why orphans are called Loki's children

"I don't negotiate with people who shouldn't exist."

Out of place and underdressed

Witch

Your ex

Crush

Reading

Opening Night

"Selvig is not coming to my wedding!"

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

Kittens and Handcuffs

Lady Loki

The other Lokis

Shadow play

Lost in a corn maze, you meet an overly-helpful stranger

"Come over here and make me"

Ravens

Lost dog

More Lokis than you know what to do with

Ignore the man behind the curtain

"Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

Oktoberfest

Ballroom dancing

"I was drunk, ok?! I didn't know what I was doing. Can you just drop it already?"

Caught

Trespassing

"I almost lost you."

Tea

"Keep running your mouth like that and I'll have to put it to better use."

Punishment

"Daddy"

Carving pumpkins

Baking

"Don't you ever do that again!"

Kids

Babies

Pregnancy

You get some magic of your own

Spooky

Tired

Nap

Hayride

"Kiss Me"

Kidnapped

Wine

Catch me if you can

Jam

Stalker

Neighbor

"It could be worse"

Flying kites

Hospitalized

Runaway

Pride

Costume party

Trapped

Whispers

Loyalty

Bonfire

“Please wake up. I can’t do this without you.”

Ghosts

Innocent

Spiked

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

Cozy

Sweater weather

Mole

Full moon

“Just once”

Many, many thanks to all of you, especially mutuals. This fandom always makes my day. Please keep reading, engaging, re-blogging, and creating!

Works completed for this event:

Excerpts from Odin's A+ Parenting Handbook

Tag List

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Updated Masterlist (3/29/24)

Loki Fanfics 💚

🏰Breath of the Æsir (Loki X Fem.Reader) 18+readers only A Medieval Loki AU Fan Fic

Frost Secrets From the Other Son (Loki X OFC) 18+ readers only

A mid-career journalist from Midgard becomes intertwined with Loki, inadvertently revealing his true heritage through their risky affair. This story re-imagines how Loki discovers he is Jötunn.

Last Christmas on Midgard (Loki X Reader) 18+ readers only, explicit content

It's the 1980's and Loki, Thor, and the whole gang are trapped on Midgard in a shabby chic ski lodge due to their own negligence. Loki heads to town to find guests for an impromptu Christmas party and unintentionally meets a very important person from the brother's long and possibly forgotten history...

The Mischief of a Familiar Legend (Loki X Reader) 18+ readers only

Loki makes his return to Asgard after a long absence. He has a particular problem, every winter solstice, it seems he becomes Jötunn against his will. Can you help him break the curse? 😉

High Moon Series 🌙 This series takes place possibly thousands of years in the future when most civilizations and even Norse gods are now animated by artificial intelligence.

The Good Deeds of Replicant Harbinger 8970 (Loki X Reader) 18+ readers only, explicit content

Loki has become an AI against his will. He is desperate to earn his entrance to Valhalla and return to his family, but as an augmented being, there is no "off switch." This is Loki's search for his AI creator and his hope to finally go home.

Where does Heartbreak get Stored if Not in your Quantum Drive? (Loki X Reader) 18+ readers only, explicit content

Loki is searching for your algorithm, the person who created the AI program that has kept him in suspended animation. He finds you in a rural part of Big Sur, California, will he leave this world behind or fall in love along the way?

The Pitfalls of Obligatory Haptics

(Loki x Reader) (Loki x OFC) 18+ readers only, explicit content

Loki’s story as an AI continues in three new parts.

This Year’s Enigmatic Plus One 🪅🎉 Part 1 “So Much for Talking”

(Loki x Reader) 18+ readers only, explicit content

Words: 2,574

Summary: Loki returns to your life after a 10-year absence. The moral of the story, some Loki’s turn into trees, and others drive Porsches and escape from the 10th century just to torment you.

Smut rating: Yes 🔥🔥🔥

Plot rating: There is a plot hidden in the weeds of ⭐️ smut.

Loki Fandom Art!

Loki Art Series 1

Loki Art Series 2

Loki Art Series 3

Loki Art Series 4

Loki Art Series 5

Tom Hiddleston Fanfics

Customer Service Kink Part 1 18+ readers only, explicit content

An innocent white elephant Christmas gift lands you at a secret Hollywood sex party only to meet a British actor with a very particular kink and a guilty conscience. What in the world does fate have in store for you?

Customer Service Kink Part 2 18+ readers only, explicit content

You and Tom can't seem to forget one another. It's confusing, but Tom follows his heart to your workplace, even though he thoroughly detests LA. You find solace at your apartment, a strange connection has been made, but will it last?

Find Tom Part 1 18+ readers only, explicit content

An after-party along the foggy northern California coast turns intimate when you follow Tom back to his rented Sea Ranch estate. It's just that he is having a tiny mid-life crisis. Will that thwart your clandestine meeting, or will you and Tom find a connection beyond the basic hook-up?

Find Tom Part 2 18+ readers only, explicit content

An after-party hookup turns into a bittersweet weeklong romance for Tom and the reader.

Real Villain Training 18+reader only, explicit content

Tom is hanging out with some real jerks for a new role, and he runs into you, literally. Your depression has caused your life to turn a little black and white, could this handsome stranger possibly add some color back? (at least to your cheeks🥵)

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Nora retorts to Loki's provocation.

18+ ONLY!!! This chapter in particular.

Sleep and Loki had long been adversaries.

That was the mildest description possible.

He rolled onto his side, then his back, then to his other side, returning to his back, making a small noise of displeasure with each move. All angles of approach were equally disappointing and unhelpful.

Truthfully, sleep was the greatest antagonist of Loki’s life, for unlike even his most over-powerful enemies, not even the pettiest spite could be enacted upon it, and unlike any lover he truly desired it resisted even his most elaborately planned or amorously impromptu seductions. Though there were potions and spells that could offer aid, he always refused to risk the weakness and addiction that might come from such methods, convincing himself that time away from sleep was time he could spend usefully.

Yet even the God of Lies could not persuade himself that he was being in any way constructive as he lay abed, staring at the slowly moving mural of clouds and rain that bedecked his ceiling.

Rather, he was brooding upon nothing that could be resolved.

Brooding and slowly stroking his cock which, after the painful twinge he’d given himself with a hasty and ill-spaced wave of his hand, had returned to a state of recalcitrant, aching insistence that refused to be soothed by his usually skillful touch.

Nora had been satisfied, he silently chastised his unruly flesh. More than satisfied, she had been incandescent with pleasure, enough to warm Loki through to his marrow.

The memory of her low gasps and the clench of her thighs about his hand as he felt the wet seep through the sturdy cloth between her legs only made him harder and more uncomfortable. For every time it seemed he was about to achieve the temporary satisfaction of orgasm the memory of the shock and then betrayed understanding in her eyes as she reached to touch the same bit of flesh that he now sought to placate, he would find himself unable to achieve a goal that he had been expert in for hundreds and hundreds of years.

Stopping to take a few shaky, annoyed breaths, Loki closed his eyes, and brought forward the memories of other lovers. Amora, her perfect features made gloriously imperfect by her raging cries of pleasure as he fucked her over the arm of the Great Throne of Asgard. Skurge, that one time after the battle of Clubrad, blushing quite adorably as he knelt to take Loki’s cock in his suck and serviced him with a sloppy gusto. Lorelai hitting an all-but-impossible G11 when Loki hit her g-spot, causing every being in the palace within the right age range to enter spontaneous puberty.

Inga the contortionist, the first woman Loki had bedded as a woman. Nials the fisherman who had fucked him slowly as his boat wended down the star-river on Vanaheim. The red-faced dwarf couple who had all of the contraptions and toys one could use in a lifetime or two. The four bird-girls and their shared nest. Tamas who had prayed for guidance. Astrid who had prayed for a daughter - Loki still sent gold and wine every birthday. Dir who was countless genders, each more delightful than the last. Veil, who was ancient and had long since evolved beyond gender but not fun. Paolal who tasted like rubies. K’kkkrrr who talked even more than Loki did. Forwhennnnn who liked to bite, and her friend Nedallu who liked to watch.

The vision of each that he tried to conjure would fade like a portrait hanging in the glare of the sun, and in their places Nora he would see. Laughing at him, or telling him he was wrong about something, or open-mouthed with wonder or kisses, or snorting in his face.

Nora Nora Nora.

He had made a terrible miscalculation.

Understanding well one being attracted to the unattainable, as well as the concept of becoming attracted to a being as one grew to know them - though in Loki’s personal experience, it was usually the reverse - it had seemed to him a simplest repair to his … infatuation of sorts with Nora to have her, without actually having her. To both greedily enjoy her pleasure whilst also knowing the experience would slake or stale his desire.

After all, a mere mortal of but a few decades of age and far less of experience could in no manner be alluring to one who’d spent entire eras of her Realm’s existence searching out pleasures exquisite and vile, refined and crude.

He should have known better. When did his plans ever sort themselves in the way he planned? When?

When?

Never.

He’d learned to make an advantage of it, the way his plans seemed to go awry no matter the situation. By being certain that he would need to turn and try another tack at the moment that all went wrong had kept his imagination nimble and his thoughts racing. Each day of his life was a gaming board upon which he must always assume that someone was about to toss into the air, sending his carefully placed pieces flying.

Never fall in love with a plan, or a scheme, or anything else you might lose, was how he had lived since he had first found out the truth abo-

There was a loud bang and Loki instantly rolled off of his bed, a long dagger in each hand, slightly crouched and ready.

The door to his chamber, despite being large and heavy, banged open, slamming against the wall, under Nora’s furious shove.

She stalked to his bed on bare feet, her shirt hanging open, showing a flash of breast and belly that he had to force himself not to stare at like a green lad, both of them all the more enticing for being so slightly visible. Bits of her normally sleek, short hair stuck up at odd angles from where - he recognised the symptoms - she had clearly been running her hands through it and pulling as a response to a frustration so great it required a cliched response. Rather than her normally fluid expression, dancing with curiosity, amusement, bemusement, and thought, she stared at him with the intensity of a hunting cat who has finished stalking. Her bright brown eyes burned into his with an intensity that he had not known his friend could feel.

Even when she had all unknowingly made him feel with such intensity.

Loki, for the first time since he was a boy, gulped and took a step back, only stopped from a second step by bumping into his bed.

The daggers dissipated in a golden-green flash and he tried for his trusty mask of superior composure.

“It is considered polite to-”

She reached him, “Absolutely fucking not,” she gritted out, putting her hands to his chest and shoving, though they both knew that it would be as possible for Nora to shove over a house as it would be for her to shove over Loki.

Were he not willing.

“- you are not treating me like a toy.”

Thoughts moving swift as fire across a drought-stricken plain, he considered at the moment between her lifting her hands and her skin touching his, all of the reasons this was not merely a bad idea but a disastrous one and all of the ways in which he might stop her that would cause as little harm to Nora’s wounding, precious pride as possible.

Nora’s touch warmed and burned and cooled him all at once. A shudder worked through Loki’s body, from his deepest core outwards and she took him down with no resistance.

Nights were long on Asgard, days too, Nora had learned, which meant she’d had plenty of time to stew as she paced around the elegant, sparely appointed bedroom one of the servants had shown her to after she’d slunk back to Loki’s chambers.

There was a snack laid out, and more wine, and a silken nightgown with a matching robe that had been carefully draped over the end of the large, lavishly pillowed bed.

Taking something that looked like an apple but tasted more like a melon dipped in lemon juice, Nora perched on the edge of a gilded table, stared out of a window at the alien stars, seething.

Seething and stewing.

Seething, stewing, and working hard to push her self-loathing where it belonged, out of her mind and onto Loki.

What had happened wasn’t the problem. Nora had wanted him for a long time, wanted to get those big hands on her body, wanted to taste that wicked mouth and suck on his silver tongue, which she got. She didn’t mind that they hadn’t fucked. She wanted that, too, wanted to feel that long, graceful body moving against her, wanted to rub on that alabaster skin, wanted to feel that big, big cock of his sliding -

Nora interrupted her own thoughts and threw the apple as hard as she could, so it exploded in pulp and then slowly slid down the marble wall.

“He’s playing with me. That’s all. He likes games,” she wanted to hear her aunt’s voice, but looking at her phone told her it was six in the morning back in Chicago, and Claire hadn’t gotten out of bed before ten since Nora graduated high school.

And not often before. Once she had been old enough to cook breakfast without setting fire to anything Claire had decided it was character-building for her to get herself going in the morning.

Pulling off her shoes and socks, Nora decided that as far as she was concerned Loki had simply done the work of a high-end vibrator, and as such she would mentally stick the events of earlier in a bedside drawer to be taken out when she needed a detailed fantasy. Whatever he thought of what had happened between them, what scheme of his it satisfied, even if it was just for him to feel as if he had been able to count coup against someon e after having to spend time with people who clearly bored him, and who had found a way to force him into a corner that he couldn’t get out of, she didn’t care.

At all .

In any way.

Fuck him.

He had made her feel small, and Nora hated him right then.

Unbuttoning the linen blouse, determined to sleep and wake up and get through the next few days with a bit of dignity intact, Nora stopped, seethed, made fists, and dragged her hands through her hair over and over, before she found herself out of the door, down the hall, and in Loki’s own bedchamber.

Not letting herself have time to think about how this was a potentially terrible and humiliating idea, she let the door slam open and walked right up on him. The look of shock, the daggers, were gratifying, but when Loki loki’d them away and started to talk, in that reasonable tone of voice that he used when something he had done had made the other person behave unreasonably, the anger in her, and the lust, and the feeling of betrayal overrode her sense.

The fall back onto his bed, riding him all of the way down, so she was straddling his chest, reminded Nora of how tall he was. How big. Time had made her used to his Asgardian proportions, but now with her knees wide apart on either side of him and digging in, she felt small physically.

Standing up, the mattress firm enough that she didn’t sway, Nora shucked off her trousers and panties, staring at him all of the while, waiting for him to do something, to laugh or make a cutting comment or send her away.

Instead, he stared up, looking between her legs, his own hands hastily working the thong that laced his suede leggings closed. The weight of his gaze on her opened her further, leaving her wet and ready fast enough that she prickled and ached straight through her cut. That he was not human had never been more obvious than when she saw him like this, the bones of his face sharpened by gravity and lust.

Shaking loose the panties that had gotten tangled around her ankle, for a moment she had to put her foot on his chest. He laughed, and lifting it up, Loki pressed a wet, biting kiss to her arch and pushed himself farther up the bed. Standing spread-legged over the v of his hips, one teardrop of her wet fell, landing on his cock, making him moan and writhe and bow his back to offer himself to her.

Nora wanted to go slow, to rub her notch over him, his chest, along the length and girth of that beautiful, enormous, precum-sodden cock, to tease him and make him lick her until neither of them could breathe. Instead, she took to her knees again, positioned herself over him, and took him down to the root.

It was breathtaking to be so full. Painful, because of how long it had been. The head of his cock bit at her, his size overwhelmed even how ready and how very wet she was, stretching and leaving her aching so much more than she had been empty. It had been so long since she’d felt that perfect pain. As she rocked back and forth, dragging her clit through his alienly silky hair, the pain melted into pleasure like metal slag into a crucible.

Soon her rocking was more frenetic, her palms trying to push through Loki’s chest, which was hard as marble, his entire body near as rigid and hard as his cock, as if she were fucking herself on a statue. But a statue’s eyes didn’t glaze and roll back with bliss, they didn’t fist blankets that ripped under the stress, or shudder and dig their heels in so they could push back when she ground down, a small, tremor of an orgasm trembling through her cunt, leaving Nora wanting more.

Maybe her muscles weren’t up to the standards of the goddesses and gods and other things that he’s taken to bed, but she was going to fuck him the way only a South Side girl could.

Which was the last sustainable thought she was able to have, because his deep, sonorous voice was hoarse with want and strain when he said, “Harder, auðr , harder.”

Her body slammed against his over and over, and each time hurt, each time felt good, when he took her hips in his long-fingered hands, adding his strength to hers as she stretched more and more to take him, as she felt the animal in her wanting more and more. Falling forward so she could slide her nipples through the sweat that oiled his chest, so she could grasp handfuls of his hair, so dark she could feel it, and use her grip to work herself harder, to work him.

Pulsing in time to her racing heart, her cunt wanted him even as it had him, and his cock, as if in answer, seemed to get impossibly harder, fuller, sweeter. She gritted her teeth against the pleasure and Loki wrapped an arm around her and sat up, so now the angle changed and pressed against places that normally could only be found with fingers and tongues so it was like she was being fucked and licked and played with at the same time.

Loki was humping up into her and when she grabbed his head to look into his eyes there was no remnant of the clever god there, only the animal meeting the animal in her.

Fisting his hair again, so his head lolled back, Nora drank the sweat that pooled in the hollow of his throat, dragged her teeth up his neck and jaw, pushed her mouth against him and with strength that came from anger and lust and so much wanting that she was certain would never turn into having, wanting that she tried to hide from him, fucked and fucked and fucked and when her orgasm came it was all of those things joining together, finding a perfect shape to lock together and sending a hard wave through her cunt, clasping him immobile within her, the tight shudders of her body against his drawing his own orgasm out.

He fell backward from her arms and arched and came, pumping up all of the while and Nora, through her own, luscious aftershocks of pleasure, watched avidly as he gave himself over completely to the moment.

God her legs hurt.

She didn’t care.

When he was spent, Loki looked at her and took one of the hands that she still had loosely holding his hair and pressed a soft kiss to her palm. “How beautiful you look in your moment of ecstasy, Nora…” his voice purred against her skin.

No one had ever been as beautiful as Loki was when undone beneath her, Nora knew that was true. But even in this moment of fondness, she had something that needed being said. “I know you don’t have a lot of experience with friends. So I am going to tell you, you don’t treat a friend like you treated me tonight.”

Under her, he was still, his hair spread out and looking like a storm cloud, poison green eyes closed. “Are you claiming to be my friend?”

“I am your friend. Even if I don’t know if I could say the same thing about you.”

“No, I am not my friend.”

“You know what I-”

Gently, but with speed, Loki lifted her off of him, the sting of the sudden emptiness making her wince, and had her on her back, her hand still in his, his hair hiding them together, like two kids under a blanket. “Thankfully we can take the Bifrost to Skadi’s demesne tomorrow. For I fear you shall have little rest the remainder of the night, litli vinur minn .”

When he kissed her with a soft open mouth, when he pushed the wet hair from her brow and kissed her there, as well, when he pressed his forehead to that spot, he trembled for a moment and she wanted to ask why, and then Loki kissed her again and swept her away from the world of thoughts and questions.

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queen-of-the-avengers · 6 months

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Whatever It Takes

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: angst, hating loki for what he's done, only one bed trope

Summary: You hate Loki and everything he stands for. He ruined a bunch of lives, and you don't want to hear some bullshit on how the mind stone influenced him. He knows he's not a bad person, and he has to figure out a way to prove that to you.

Squares Filled: “god, if only you knew what you did to me.” (2021) for @lokibingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

You take some puzzle books and shove them into your bag along with some coloring books and markers. Where you’re going is known to have spotty Wi-Fi service despite you having the best service, so you’re making sure to bring something to do when you can’t get online. The last thing you put into your bag is noise-canceling headphones so you don’t have to listen to Loki yap the whole time.

The thought of him makes you so angry. You slam your headphones into your bag and zip it up angrily. You’re more than happy to go on missions for the team, but you’re not happy with going on missions that Loki is going on. Even worse, you two are going to be alone for this one. This is a highly sensitive mission that can only have a couple of people on it, and they chose you and him.

You haul your bag to the living room where Natasha and Tony are waiting for you. Loki is still getting ready but he can take his fucking time. You don’t like Loki and you’re not shy about it. Everyone, including him, knows your dislike for him.

“Where’s the fire?” Nat asks when you stomp past her.

“I don’t know why I’m going on this mission. Why can’t you go?”

“You can hack your way through anything. Right now, we need that skill. I’m not a hacker. I kill things to get what I want. You sneak in the back door.”

“Okay, why does he have to go?”

“He’s a master of illusions. You’re the perfect pair.”

“Don’t call us that,” you roll your eyes. “It’s bad enough I have to go with him, but going alone? Why do I have to be alone with him? Come with us.”

“You know why we can’t. The less people, the better. It’s only for a week. You can handle being with him for a week. I’ll even take your next two missions for you.”

“Fine,” you sigh. “Let’s get this over with. Loki! Hurry up!”

Loki appears seconds after you call him with his bag slung over his shoulder. He knows you don’t like him. You make sure everyone knows it whenever you’re within close proximity to him. He doesn't feed into your dislike because that would only egg you on so he silently takes whatever you give to him. It’s cute how angry you can get at him.

Your anger is justifiable. After all, he is the one who fucked with New York and brought an alien race to kill humans. He took Clint and used him as a puppet for his own greed. He killed eighty people in two days. He’s the one who let the Dark Elves into Asgard, causing a war to be brought to Earth. He’s not a good person despite him telling you over and over again that the mind stone influenced him for most of it.

“Have fun, you two,” Tony smirks, “but not too much fun.”

“Gag me,” you roll your eyes. “It’s not going to happen.”

You take your bag to the car while Loki stays behind with Nat and Tony.

“Be gentle with her. I don’t need her coming back in pieces.”

“I’ll check in in a few days,” Loki chuckles and walks out to the car. You fit your bag in the trunk leaving just enough room for Loki’s bag. He heaves it into the car and shuts the trunk. “Give me the keys.”

“Hell no. I’m driving.”

“Darling, you’re a terrible driver.”

“No, I’m not, and I’m not going to let you drive. I don’t trust you behind the wheel with my life in your hands. I’m driving and you can back the fuck off.”

Loki could have won this entire argument if he wanted to, but he’ll let you have this one. If you two are going to be stuck with each other for a week, he’s gonna have to pick his battles around you. This won’t be the only fight and it certainly isn’t the last.

You two pile into the car, and you’re off. Loki turns to you to say something but you immediately turn the music on so you can’t hear him. Loki sighs and lets you have your tantrum, but he does want to talk to you. He lowers the music to speak but you cut him off.

“Let’s get one thing straight, shall we? We’re doing this mission together but that’s all this is. The mission. I don’t want to talk to you unless it’s work-related. Got it?”

“You’ve got to talk to me sooner or later about something else.”

“I choose later,” you smile sweetly and turn the music up again.

Tony is responsible for your shelter and he picks the worst fucking place on the planet. The motel he chose is run-down and old with the sidewalk chopped up, the paint in the parking lots is so faded it’s hard to tell where the next parking spot is, the building looks like it’s going to collapse any second, and the numbers on the doors are no longer there. Only a faded shadow of what was.

The inside isn’t much better, but what did you expect? The people you’re targeting are weapons dealers who choose places like this for a reason. No one would go looking for someone if they were here. Tony is one of your good friends but you’ve always hated his sense of humor. If you call him now, he’s going to say it’s a mistake on his part because there is only one bed. One bed that you and Loki have to share.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you huff out in anger.

“It’s only a bed, love,” Loki says and walks inside.

“I’m sleeping on the floor.”

“Be my guest.”

It’s already too late to do anything so you two get ready for bed. You grab two pillows and drop them on the floor. This isn’t going to be very comfortable but you’ll do it if it means not sharing a bed with Loki. After you brush your teeth, Loki prepares to take a shower. He closes the door before he gets undressed, and you glance over in curiosity. He hasn’t closed the door all the way so you can see him through the sliver.

His back is turned to you but damn, it’s a muscular back. He may be lean but he has well-defined muscles. Thor likes to show his off while Loki is more reserved. His pale skin glistens in the dim glow of the bathroom light, and you look away before he catches you staring. Yes, he’s quite handsome for a God. You’re not blind, you have eyes. No, stop it. He’s a bad person. He’s not handsome.

You shake your head and grab the top blanket layer on the bed to get comfortable. Your back is going to hurt the whole time you’re here but you refuse to sleep on the same bed as him. Loki finishes his shower quickly and quickly changes into silk pajamas. Of course, this motherfucker would have silk pajamas.

He walks out as he’s drying his hair and scoffs when he sees you on the ground.

“Really? You’re going to sleep on the floor?”

“Yes, now go to bed.”

“You can have the bed.”

“No, you take it. I’m fine down here,” you say stubbornly.

Loki sighs and doesn't argue as he gets into bed. An hour after the lights are out, you’re no closer to sleep than you were before. Every time you move, you end up knocking some part of your body onto the cold ground, and it’s starting to piss Loki off.

“Darling, come up here,” Loki finally says.

“No.”

“I will pick you up off this floor and tie you to the bed if you don’t get in it yourself.” If you’re being honest, the thought turns you on. He will make good on his promise so you stand up and transfer the pillows and blanket to the bed. You get in it but stay at the very edge. There is no way you’re going to be touching him in any way. “You’re being a child.”

“Shut up and go to bed.” You close your eyes to get some sleep when you feel his cold hand on your skin. Chills run down your spine but you’re not sure if it’s from how cold he is or if you’re turned on. You quickly slap his hand away before you get your answer. “Don’t touch me.”

Loki chuckles and lays on his back. An hour later, he can hear your soft snores that he finds adorable. Knowing he’s safe, he grabs your waist and pulls you into him. Subconsciously, you snuggle into him which makes him smile. He runs the back of his finger down your cheek gently so as to not wake you up.

“God, if only you knew what you did to me,” he mutters.

He has to find a way to make you see he’s not a bad guy, and he’ll do it for the rest of his life if that’s what it takes.

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Be My Little Darling - Interlude

Chapter 12 Chapter 13

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. ANGST. There's ANGST. Mentions of grief, violence and negative self talk. Soft Loki.

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. An attack on the club affects everyone, you most of all. Loki wrangles with his own demons in search of you.

Word Count: 3,511k

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Loki

“You…bastard,” you sighed.

“I don’t know how else to be,” he said.

Loki knew he went too far this time. He usually liked to toy with you, pushing your boundaries to see how far he could go before you truly snapped. He knew he walked a fine line but he had to know. Some deep part of him had to know where your line was. Where he couldn’t cross.

You yanked your wrist out of his grasp, panting with unreleased gasps. He wanted you to let loose. He wanted you to yell and scream and rage at him. It was all he’d ever known and he wanted to see what it would take for you to break.

“We promised no lies between us. And if you can’t give me that Loki, you can’t have me.”

He’d never heard you sound so…defeated. Angry sure, frustrated definitely, but defeated? That word didn’t belong in the same sentence as you. You refused to look at him so Loki opened his mouth, ready to fall to his knees and tell you how sorry he was. Words would never do. They were inadequate.

Ideas flew through his mind on the right way to make up for the fucked up game of cat and mouse he played with you. He only ever wanted you to love him, but love wasn’t easy. Love was snide remarks and hiding in the shadows. Love was cruel secrets. He didn’t want that with you.

The blasted screaming started. Your eyes widened and you tore off down the hallway towards the sound. Loki clenched his fists and ran after you. He was going to strangle that damn saboteur if it was the last thing he did. The fiend had caused too much pain and misery. It was a wonder he still had a club left standing.

The screams came from the Helheim room, thick black smoke rolling out of it in waves. Loki’s employees and customers ran screaming from the room. Blood-curdling screams that would make a lesser man wet himself.

You attempted to enter but Loki held you back. “I don’t like the way this looks,” he said. He stared at the thick fog. It was almost too thick. Man-made. Or perhaps magically inclined. He didn’t want you anywhere near it.

You only turned liquid eyes to him, constructed two batons, and rushed inside. “Darling!”

Fear. Loki was not unaccustomed to fear. He’d been raised and humbled by it. There had been an ever present pressure in his chest as he grew up in the shadow of Thor and the bastard son of Odin. He felt it often whenever he came so close to death he could kiss its lips. Thanos was the latest harbinger of it and Loki didn’t think he’d survive it.

He was wrong. This, he couldn’t survive. The moment you were swallowed up into the fog, an icy hand slipped around his heart and he thought he’d collapse from the strain. Getting to you was more important, his life be damned.

He rushed in right after you and it felt like slamming into a wall of slimy muck. He couldn’t see two inches from his nose, let alone determine where you were in this mess. The fog seeped everywhere. Up his nose, in his eyes, and in his mouth. He gagged on the foul taste.

“Sweetie! Baby!” Loki turned to the sound of your voice, but he couldn’t pinpoint where you were.

“Darling!” Loki barreled forward in the room, not caring what he ran into or who he ran over. He needed to know that you were okay. He couldn’t allow the last words you ever spoke to him be that he couldn’t have you. He couldn’t allow it. He wouldn’t allow it. He’d spend every waking moment taking back what he did if it just meant that you’d be safe.

“Call out!”

Loki heard your voice coming from the right side of the room. Problem was, he didn’t know how close or how far you were away.

Panic edged its way into his consciousness as he moved forward. “Call out!” You cried out again, but you sounded fainter. Far away.

“Darling!” Loki called.

“Loki!” Was that fear he heard in your voice? Loki threw out a beam of green light to combat the fog. It didn’t penetrate it in the slightest.

A curl of laughter made him whip around to face more black fog. He tried again and again to shine the green light and hoped to find his way to you. Your name fell from Loki’s lips as he tried tricks up his sleeve to clear away the fog. Nothing worked.

“Please,” Loki whispered. He wasn’t one for prayer. He had no use for foolish words carried on the wind for Odin to find. As his heart began to crack into two, he stopped moving briefly to cast his eyes upwards.

“Frigga…Mother, help her,” he pleaded. He didn’t know if his words were welcome in Valhalla. He’d likely never see it. But you…you would be celebrated there. A true warrior to your core. And today was not the day that you were taken from him. He didn’t care if he didn’t deserve you. He’d make sure you were safe.

“Darling!” Loki yelled.

“Loki!” You echoed. Where were you?

Loki’s panicked gasps only ensured that more of the thick fog entered his system. He began to feel fuzzy around the edges, like he drank tainted meade and couldn’t keep his wits about him.

There was a clanging crash of chairs and metal off in the distance. Loki turned towards the sound but there was nothing to see. He didn’t know where it came from.

“Is this all the attention I’m worth, Loki?”

Dread stopped Loki’s attempts at flashing his green light. That voice wasn’t right, but the inflection. The tone. Loki looked around, eyes darting for any glimpse of you. He just needed one. One to confirm that you were alright.

“I leave you clues to know who I am and yet all you concern yourself with is your pet?”

“No,” Loki whispered. “Why the games? Why not reveal yourself?” Loki couldn’t be sure but he thought he saw pinpricks of light at a good distance from him.

“I want to see the look on your face when you figure it out. Until then, the fun must continue. But I will not be ignored!” The voices sounded distorted, there was definitely more than one.

“Darling,” Loki breathed. A rush of fear and panic kept Loki rooted to the spot. There were only two other people in the universe who could conjure something like this. Who could throw voices, cast illusions. His mother and Enchantress.

Loki refused to speak her name, refused to give voice to his doubts. Let her have her fun at the moment. Now it all clicked into place. Parlor tricks. Mean pranks. Things designed to irritate, confuse, and leave someone feeling unsettled. He taught her that. He should have known.

Loki kept his features schooled. He didn’t know how much she could see or hear at the moment.

“Sweetie!”

Loki moved towards the sound of your voice. He scrambled through the fog, getting absolutely nowhere. Chortling laughter echoed in the wide room, poking fun at his desperate attempts to reach you. It felt like he was swimming upstream and he’d never reach you.

What if he didn’t? What if you succumbed to your fear? He didn’t even know what you were most afraid of. You’d kept that part to yourself. And as much as he wanted to crack you open and learn all your secrets, he wanted your trust more.

Too many unresolved things were between you. You weren’t allowed to leave him. Weren’t allowed to haul off and get kidnapped, or worse, killed by Enchantress before he had a chance to repent. To surrender to your mercy. He had been a complete ass to you. That wasn’t the way he wanted to treat you. That wasn’t the way he wanted you to know him. That wasn’t the way he wanted to treat the love of his life.

You screamed and Loki’s jaw went slack. He rushed forward, a clawing need burning through his legs to reach you before anything bad happened to you. As if the fog didn’t exist, it parted revealing you standing in the middle of the room faced away from him.

“Darling!” Loki rushed forward, turning you by the shoulders. You turned towards him with a pained expression, burning twins of emerald in your eyes. Not Darling.

“It should have been you,” you said.

Loki knew it was an illusion. A damn convincing one. Your eyes turned back to its original color and you rubbed your head as if coming out of a trance. He didn’t want to trust it. But what if? What if?

Loki rubbed your arms. You felt real enough. But he’d also been inside the fog long enough to become affected by it. Seeing and feeling things that weren’t there. It had been one of the first lessons he taught Enchantress. One of the first things he made sure she knew how to wield like a weapon.

“Darling?”

“Loki? Please, I’m scared.” Your voice was so small. So timid. He couldn’t trust it. But he wanted to. Gods he wanted to.

“No, no, no, I’m sorry!” You screamed.

Loki looked at the figure before him that was distinctly not you. You smiled as if you had been found out, shrugging that it was no big deal that you got caught.

“Darling!” Loki screamed. The figure in front of him stepped closer and ran a knife through his stomach. There was pain sure but…illusion. Had to be. He’d been stabbed enough times to know the difference between an illusion and a real knife. Didn’t mean it didn’t really fucking hurt though.

The smoke obscured the figure that looked like you and Loki fell to his knees. He couldn’t reach you. The realization made his chest hurt and his eyes burn. He couldn’t save you from this. Save you from her.

All this time, Enchantress had been watching Loki and the way he was with you. The way he looked forward to seeing you every day. He replayed the image of you on his doorstep, confident in nothing but a coat to cover your delicious body. The way you surrendered beneath him.

“Please,” Loki whispered. He’d give anything, do anything, be anything if it meant that he could get you out of here unscathed.

“You’re a disappointment, Loki. Nothing but an Asgardian child’s nightmare,” Odin’s distinct voice rang throughout the room.

Loki flipped his head back to look his father in the eye. He told himself that it was another trick. But gods…he looked the exact same. Down to his flowing white hair.

“I should have left you on that godforsaken ice planet and been rid of you. A boil on my house since the moment I brought you home,” Odin said. The smug bastard looked Loki up and down with his one eye.

Loki grinned, falling back on his usual sneering authority. “You can do better than that, Father.”

“We need no longer speak, Brother,” Thor’s voice rang loud and clear as he stepped from the fog next to Odin.

Loki’s grin faltered, but he kept up the pretense. He had to. He had to keep going. He couldn’t succumb to the mounting pressure in his chest that whispered for him to give up. To lay down. To stop fighting.

Loki always had a strong sense of self-preservation. Growing up in the palace, he studied under his mother. The one person who didn’t look at him like he was a dark stain on the golden family.

He always felt different. Odd. Whenever Odin spoke of becoming King of Asgard, he always knew that he was speaking more to Thor than to Loki. Always knew that when it came right down to it, Loki wasn’t even a thought.

“There is no reason for us to speak as you can’t be trusted.” Loki looked into fake-Thor’s eyes. He was round and dumpy as he had been in the streets. As he had been since the fall of Thanos. It couldn’t be the real Thor and yet…

“Why do you continue to visit, Brother, knowing that I want nothing to do with you? If it wasn’t for you and your selfishness, Thanos wouldn’t have gotten hold of the Tesseract. You brought this blight upon us,” Thor spat at him.

The pain in his chest worsened. He knew he wasn’t bleeding out, but what good were thoughts when the physical manifestation was eating him from the inside out?

He longed to see you. To hear you laugh. Hear you call him all manner of names under the sun. He yearned to see you beneath him, wrapped up in him, and looking at him with something other than disdain. Like he meant something.

“I didn’t know,” Loki responded. The weight was too great. It’d be so easy for Loki to lie down. To not take anymore. These verisimilitudes were damn convincing. They crowded Loki as he bent at the waist, head nearly touching the floor.

He didn’t want to give Enchantress anymore ammunition against him. But there was no use. Frigga appeared next and folded her arms. A cruel smile split her lips.

“Oh, Loki. Did you really think I’d help your little whore of a pet?”

“Stop this, at once!” Loki’s voice broke as he looked away from the venom in his mother’s eyes. “Mother, please.”

Reality and fantasy blended in his head. He knew what was true and yet the illusions of his family began spewing all manner of things he thought about himself over the years. He was useless, worthless, a trickster, couldn’t be trusted. Their words echoed and meshed together. A ringing cacophony of negative words thrown at him.

“No!”

Your voice was like a single ray of sunshine in the bleak room. You sounded like how he felt. Afraid. Desolate. He had to get to you. If nothing else, he needed you to be safe.

“That’s the problem with trying to use this trick on me. There’s nothing you can say that I don’t already tell myself,” Loki said to the visages of his family. His broken, tortured, screwed up family.

They all sneered at him. “Yes, we know you’re oh so powerful. But are you powerful enough to save your pet?” Frigga leaned close and ran her hand down Loki’s face. She even got his mother’s scent nearly so.

“Better hurry,” Frigga whispered.

“No, no, no, I’m sorry!” You screamed.

Loki scrambled to his feet and ran after your screaming voice. You had to be locked in some sort of nightmare. Trapped by your own demons. That’s what the spell did. Cracked open your skull and read your thoughts like an open book. It laid bare all the admonishing negative self talk. All the things people punished themselves for.

It didn’t work half as well on Loki because he already did that on a daily basis. You, however, you sweet, beautiful woman pushed those thoughts to the background. Tried to bury them deep. But your grief was loud.

Gods, you sounded like a wounded animal. Clawing and screaming at nothing. His heart successfully cracked down the middle and shattered within his chest as seeing the confusion and fear on your face.

“Darling, Darling,” Loki said, shaking you gently to wake you from the nightmare. Gods, what must you see at the moment? What horrible torment did you endure day after day on top of what he had planned?

Loki flipped you over. You blinked at him, swimming up from whatever dark place you were in. Recognition dawned in your eyes before you gasped, pointing behind him. “Loki, look out!” You yelled.

“No! No! No! Not him! Take me!” You yelled with a raw, singed throat. You fought with Loki, fought to climb to your knees.

“Darling, gods,” Loki breathed. He tried to hug you or press you to his chest. You fought him. You were so drained, your hits barely landed. You were spent, strength depleted. And still you fought some invisible beast.

“Take me! Take me! Take me!” You said, over and over.

Pain laced through Loki’s heart. Did you really think…? Did you really believe that he would allow you to sacrifice yourself for the likes of him?

You suddenly screamed, clutching your head like it was about to burst. Loki called your name, repeating it over and over. He wasn’t strong enough to break the spell. He wasn’t strong enough to lure you out of the nightmare and show you that everything was okay.

You finally passed out to the sound of him calling your name again and again.

Loki moved you to his office where he could keep a close eye on you. He didn’t want to risk bringing you back to his place. He demanded a doctor be located and brought to his office. He left the clean up to Honey and some of the other staff who weren’t affected by the fog. Not like the ones who were hit full force.

All night, people came in and out to check on you until Loki finally closed the door, stating that you needed to rest. Your face was scrunched in pain in sleep and Loki finally sat vigil by your side.

He clasped your hand in his, bringing your cold hand to his lips and pressing soft kisses there. Alone, with no one to overhear, Loki finally let the tears fall. All the pent up, dire emotions that swam in his head and chest, he let loose with a string of tears running down his face.

“Mother, if you still want to hear from me, please don’t punish her. Don’t take her away from me. Bring her back. Return her to me and I will spend the rest of my days earning her love. Please, Mother,” Loki prayed.

You woke up a few times in the night, waking long enough to check on the club. When you woke up for good and confessed your love to him, Loki was so shocked he didn’t know what to do. He knew he needed you to know how he felt though.

He expected many things, but a night of confession wasn’t it. He expected you to hate him, loathe him, cast him out from your presence. Instead, you opened yourself to him and trusted him with your secrets. He did the same in kind.

“For a night of confessions, I have one more.” He took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure how well you’d take this news on top of everything you had been through tonight. But you were tough. His brave Darling. You rubbed his hand and looked at him.

“I know who the saboteur is now. Enchantress. She…when the loneliness grew too much for me to bear, I thought I’d fashion myself a companion. I taught her how to use magic like how my mother showed me. But she thirsted for power, not companionship. And now she’s rightfully back, taking her hatred out on me for what I did to her.”

“Fuck that. She’s batshit crazy and she’s gonna hear from me about that little stunt she pulled,” you said. Fire burned in your eyes and Loki smiled, loved seeing the spark return. It was a damned good sight better than you passed out on the couch.

“This is a demon from my past, Darling. I will take care of her,” Loki said. Or die trying. But as long as you were safe, Loki could finally enter Hel and begin his long, cursed life anew.

“I know that look, Loki. We can fight her together,” you said.

“You nearly died from shock, Darling!” Loki didn’t mean to yell, but now that you were awake he could feel all of his worrying and frustration flood his system. He nearly lost you. The doctor declared that one minute longer and your heart would have given out.

“If you go, I go,” you said, your face set in a determined grimace.

Loki looked at you. He rubbed his face and sighed. He didn’t want to argue this point. He didn’t want to put any extra strain on you.

“For tonight, Darling, can we argue about this in the morning? I just want to feel that you’re safe,” he confessed softly.

You smiled, nodded, and opened your arms. There wasn’t a whole lot of room on the couch for you both, but Loki was thin. He slid right in beside you and held you close. Felt your heart thumping beneath your chest. Felt the rhythm of your breathing. The soft fan of your breath across his neck.

“Sleep, Darling. I’ll protect you,” he said. He idly rubbed your back until your breathing evened out. He thought you already passed out, so when you murmured, he almost didn’t catch it.

“I’ll protect you too.”

WHEW! Always more Loki to love!

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Chapter Nine: Family Dinner

A/N: Loki prepares to meet Sigyn's family again. Frigga's boy mom patience is tested.

Word Count: 3000

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Loki and Thor laughing about things they shouldn't, Frigga is over it, Loki being a gentleman

Chapter Index

Loki’s new chambermaid was very efficient and matronly; older than his mother. He learned that her name was Margit and that she is married, has had four children, and has seven grandchildren. She can afford not to work but chooses to because she enjoys it. Before accepting the job as Loki’s chambermaid, she worked part-time in the kitchens. She was kind but stern with Loki when he took too long to choose a tunic to wear to dinner. She reminded him of a nursemaid he had when he and Thor still lived in the nursery.

“I will send this tunic back to the tailor for alteration. These three are too worn out and should have been discarded ages ago. This one does not suit your coloring. These trousers are too short for your legs. This pair of boots need repair. Don’t get me started on your cloaks. Honestly, child,” Margit was muttering to herself as she tore apart his wardrobe. Loki was getting dressed in the clothes she laid out on his bed, smiling to himself.

He bathed again and dressed in his second-best tunic. He took extra care to look his best. He was feeling much better than he did this morning, though he was getting increasingly nervous as dinnertime approached.

“Well, Margit, do I pass inspection?” Loki asked.

“Let us have a look at you.” Margit turned her attention away from the wardrobe and pushed her spectacles up the bridge of her nose. She ran her hands over Loki’s shoulders and down his arms. She took his chin in her hand and turned his face back and forth. She nodded approvingly, ran a finger behind each ear, and inspected them. “All clean and so handsome. I approve!”

Loki broke into a wide smile. “Thank you, Margit.” He had not been mothered in a long time, and it felt very comforting. Even if he would never admit it out loud, it was just what he needed right now. “Can you arrange for my tailor to bring me some sample fabrics? It seems my wardrobe is in desperate need of an update.”

“Yes, My Prince, good idea. I will see to it after your breakfast in the morning.” She went back to the pile of clothes on the floor.

“I will not be requiring breakfast in the morning. Now that the King has returned, I must catch up on work. I will head straight to my office in the morning.”

“Nonsense!”

“Excuse me?”

“You cannot be of any help to the realm with an empty belly. I will have breakfast ready for you when I wake you in the morning. Your Highness.” She added the last part as an afterthought

“Well, if you insist.”

“I do,” she replied matter-of-factly.

Loki chuckled when she missed his sarcasm.

“Now, stop dragging your heels.” Margit made a shooing motion with her hands. “Your mother will be cross if you are late for dinner. Scoot, Your Highness.”

“How have I made it this far without you, Margit?” Loki smiled widely as he made his way to the front doors of his apartment.

“Norns only know. Have a good time!” she said with a wave as she ushered him through the door.

Loki shook his head as he went to the small formal dining room on the other side of the palace.

Thor and Frigga were already in the receiving room outside the dining room. Loki bowed to his mother and then leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Mother, Thor, greetings.”

“You look well rested, Brother.” Thor clapped Loki on the arm.

“Thank you. I am feeling better. Mother, I need to tell you something before our guests arrive.” Loki said in a hushed voice.

“Does this have to do with the maid called Sera?” she asked.

He could not hide his surprise, “Mother, I did not invite her into my rooms. She must have convinced the guards to let her by. I was sound asleep, dead to the realm. Honestly,” he threw his hands up in defense, “I did not even realize what she was doing to me until-”

Frigga held up her hand to stop him.

“Wait, what happened?” Thor’s curiosity was piqued.

“I was informed. I have already discussed this with the head of security. Sera has been removed from the palace grounds. We have secured her a room and employment elsewhere.”

“Sera?” Thor asked. “The chambermaid with the nice…smile?” He quickly amended the end of his sentence when he saw Frigga’s face. “What did she do? What happened?” he asked again.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with,” Frigga said.

Loki mimicked a blow job to Thor behind her back, and Thor’s eyebrows shot up. Frigga spun around, and Loki dropped his hands quickly.

“The two of you are the future of Asgard. Norns help us.” She rolled her eyes and headed straight to the wet bar in the corner of the room to pour herself a drink.

“Really?” Thor whispered to Loki when Frigga was out of earshot. “What the Hel? How do you sleep through that?”

“You know how exhausted I was. I thought I was dreaming.” Thor started giggling. Loki was trying to keep a straight face, “It is not funny.”

“No, it’s not.” Thor’s face was turning red, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Boys!” Frigga scolded as she made her way back to the pair. “That is quite enough.”

“Apologies, Mother. It has been quite the whirlwind of a day, and we have not even had dinner yet.” Loki offered.

“How do you like your new chambermaid?” Frigga asked, trying to change the subject.

“Margit is…unique. But she is delightful. Thorough and efficient,” Loki said.

Thor raised his eyebrows, “Is that so?” he asked and pressed his lips together to keep from laughing.

“No!” Loki threw his hands up in defense, “No, no, no, no, no, no. That was not how I intended that to sound.”

Thor could hold it no longer. He started laughing so hard that tears sprang to his eyes. “You should see your face!” Thor threw up his hands and mimicked his brother’s face.

“She’s ancient!” Loki howled, “I would not even think about-”

“Unless you were asleep, apparently.” Thor roared. Loki joined him.

Frigga drummed her fingernails on her wine glass and tapped her foot, waiting for the guffaws to stop. But each time they thought they were finished, one brother would start the other off again.

By the time they had gotten all their laughter out, Loki’s stomach was hurting, and Thor was wiping tears out of his eyes.

“If you two are quite finished?”

“Sorry, Mother.” They both spoke in unison, just like when they were small.

Then, the doors opened, and Lord Anderson and his family entered. Loki’s eyes immediately went to Sigyn. To Loki’s surprise, she quickly sought him out and gave him a shy smile. Her hair looked almost black in the low light. She was dressed in light blue tonight with silver jewelry and embellishments. The dress was simple and flowed almost weightlessly to the floor. She was just as lovely as he remembered.

Loki heard Thor let out a low whistle.

“Will you please stop doing that?” Loki said, not taking his eyes off Sigyn.

“Apologies, Brother. But…damn. The Norns are truly smiling upon you.”

“Yes,” Loki replied without really thinking.

“Ah, Your Highnesses!” Lord Anderson bowed deeply. “Thank you, My Queen, for the hospitality.”

“Of course.”

“I see someone is feeling better.” Lord Anderson clasped Loki’s hand and gave it a firm shake.

“Yes, well, a good nap can work wonders,” Loki replied.

“The man rebounds quickly!” Lord Anderson winked at Sigyn and gave her a nudge with his elbow, “You will appreciate that once you are married.”

Sigyn smirked at Loki. He caught the glint of mischief in her eyes and felt his cock twitch.

“Erik! Mind yourself in front of the Queen. Apologies, Your Majesty.” Lady Anderson stepped forward and curtsied. “All those years in the army have blunted his manners.”

“Think nothing of it.” Frigga waved her hand. “I am quite familiar with how men speak when they think we are not paying attention.”

“Who wants a drink before dinner?” Thor motioned toward the wet bar and took Lady Anderson’s arm. “My Lady?”

“Ah, you are reading my mind!” Lord Anderson followed suit and offered his arm to the Queen.

Loki and Sigyn remained behind.

“Sorry about my father, Your Highness. He is always trying to find new ways to embarrass me.”

Loki chuckled, “Your father and my brother will get along very well, it seems.”

She smiled, “Do not let me keep you from getting a drink.”

“Oh, no. I have had enough lately to last me a couple of lifetimes,” Loki smiled back.

Sigyn stepped closer to Loki’s side. She fiddled with her bracelet, not meeting his eyes. “You…you were away recently?”

“I was.” Loki kept his hands clasped behind his back. Her eyes met his when he said, “But I am back now, and I am not planning on leaving again anytime soon.”

“I am glad to hear it.” She reached up and plucked a piece of fluff from the arm of his tunic.

“Truly?” Loki followed her hand with his eyes as she let the fluff fall from her elegant fingers.

“Truly.” She clasped her hands together in front of her. Their eyes met again. She gave him a half smile. “Is the King ever on time for dinner? I am famished.”

Loki laughed, “Never.”

oOXOo

The King eventually arrived, and the group enjoyed a pleasant dinner, just the seven of them. It was a nice change of pace from eating in the dining hall. The conversation flowed easily. Lord Erik Anderson was boisterous but not obnoxiously so. He got along well with the King.

He was an excellent storyteller. He did make a few more jokes of a sexual nature with the intent of embarrassing Sigyn. Loki noted that she seemed unfazed by the remarks each time, even rolling her eyes at him at one point.

He was a large, barrel-shaped man. Not fat, but stout. Loki figured he looked like Thor would when he got to his age.

Lady Astrid Anderson was reserved. Sigyn got her beauty and grace from her mother. She was tall, and her figure was still youthful. Her frock showed off the ample curves of her breasts and hips and the flat plane of her stomach. Her face was graced with very few lines.

She asked Loki and Thor about growing up in the palace and which places in the nine realms were their favorites. Loki remembered they had lost two sons in battle and humored her as she focused her attention on the pair of princes.

Loki studied Sigyn every chance he got. She dug into her dinner with enthusiasm. Minding her table manners but not seeming to care about how much she ate, much unlike the ladies he was used to dining with, who barely ate their meals. She sipped her wine but favored her water goblet. She conversed with everyone, even the king, offering honest opinions and counterpoints.

Loki could tell she was just as educated as he was. She was a good storyteller, just like her father, offering the group a tale of her last trip to Midgard, where she toured a sizeable indoor marketplace called a mall and watched a piece of drama that was projected onto a wall of canvas using light.

She would catch him staring at her from across the table and give him an authentic smile. What he saw in her eyes was genuine; he believed she looked happy to be here. Unless he was just fooling himself.

When Odin stood, signaling the end of dinner, everyone returned to the sitting room. The King and Queen took their leave first after some small talk. Loki grimaced involuntarily when he noticed the hungry look his mother gave his father as they made their way into the hallway.

‘I could have done without that.’ Loki thought.

“Are you feeling ill again, Your Highness?” Sigyn caught him by surprise.

“Oh,” Loki chuckled as he placed his hand on her lower back, “No, I was just remembering something unpleasant.” He quickly returned his hands behind his back. “I am feeling much better, thank you.”

Thor and His Lordship were back at the wet bar, trading stories of battles past and comparing scars.

“Would you ladies allow me to escort you back to your chambers?”

Lady Anderson looked impatiently at her husband, and he waved her on. “Don’t wait up for me, dear. I will be of no use to you this night.” Thor laughed, slapped him on the shoulder, and raised another glass of spirits.

“Honestly, Erik, we are in the presence of royalty.” She huffed and fiddled with her necklace. “Sigyn and I would be honored. Thank you, My Prince.”

“Of course, My Lady.” Loki led the women to the hallway and offered them each an elbow. He pointed out a few key pieces of art as they walked. When they reached the front doors of their guest chambers, Loki looked over and caught Sigyn staring at him.

“Thank you for the escort, Your Highness.” Lady Anderson curtsied. “We shall see you at the betrothal feast tomorrow night.”

“Rest well, My Ladies.” Loki nodded to the Lady as she made her way to the double doors.

“Come along, child,” she said as she noticed Sigyn made no move to release the prince’s arm.

“Might I take a moment, Mother?”

The Lady glanced between the pair and saw the surprise on Loki’s face. “Very well, but only a moment. I will be just inside,” she warned, shutting the door behind her.

Sigyn dropped her hand and moved to stand directly in front of Loki. She stood about half a head shorter than he did. ‘She is the perfect height to plant a kiss on her forehead.’ He imagined doing just that.

She played with her bracelet as she raised her eyes to him. “May I speak freely, Your Highness?”

“I would prefer it,” he replied, intrigued.

“You had me worried when I first arrived. Mother was beside herself, believing they had promised me to a drunkard. I was starting to believe the royal portraits I had seen of you were a farse, but your looks seem to be improving.” She grinned at him.

Loki laughed, “Oh, I am usually very swoon-worthy. Give me another day or two, and you will say that the royal painter did me no justice.”

He regarded her for a moment. “I… apologize, My Lady. I do not usually drink myself to illness. I did not handle the news of our betrothal in the most mature way. I regret that more than you can know.” He moved to place his hand on her arm but stopped himself at the last moment. “That is no reflection on you, My Lady. You are more lovely than I could have hoped for.”

“But?”

He hesitated. He was looking right into Sigyn’s big green eyes and was having trouble remembering what he was making such a fuss about.

“But I do not know if I am ready to be married.”

“I see,” Sigyn smiled at him, “You believe you will never have another day of fun once we are wed? That I will be demanding of all your precious time? That you will never get to spend time with your friends or brother again?”

Loki looked at his feet in response. Sigyn placed a finger under his chin and raised his head to look at her again. “I know that you know very little about me, and you have no reason to believe me, but I can assure you that I have no intention of forcing you to become someone you are not.”

Loki thought for a moment, not taking his eyes from hers. “How do you know that I am deserving of such grace? Hmmm? You know very little about me as well.”

“I know more than you think I do, Your Highness. Prince’s secrets are rarely secret.” She gave him a knowing smile and returned to fiddling with her bracelet.

“Is that so?” He smiled at her. She bit her lip. Loki felt a fire start in his body and let out a slow breath. He wanted to kiss her so badly.

“Lady Sigyn, tell me, what have you heard about me?” He gave her an innocent smile. He squeezed his hands tightly behind his back to avoid reaching for her.

She smirked and reached up to play with a lock of his hair. “A story for another time, perhaps. It is getting late, and my mother will drag me back inside by my ear if I do not make haste.”

Loki took her hand from his shoulder and kissed it. Then he kissed her palm and placed it on his cheek, holding it in place. He noticed her breaths pick up. Her chest rose and fell so temptingly. His skin was burning under her touch.

“Another time, then.” His voice was low and velvety, “Good night, My Lady.”

“Sweet dreams, My Prince.” Her eyes danced with mischief.

With that, Loki took his leave. Every cell in his body was aching to stay and stand beside her, but he forced himself to turn and stride quickly down the hall to the stairs.

By the time he returned to his apartment, he was grinning like a fool.

‘Pull yourself together, man.’ He chastised his reflection in the bathroom mirror. ‘She is just a woman. Just a woman, like all the rest.’ But he knew he was lying to himself as soon as he thought it. She was not just another woman. She was the woman.

She was intelligent, funny, and beautiful. ‘Could she feel the same way about me?’ he wondered. ‘You have known her less than a day. Quit acting like a schoolboy.” He scolded himself as he slipped into bed.

He rested there for a moment before he got back out again to look under his bed and check his wardrobe, just to be safe. Confident he was alone, he allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

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