#god of mischief smut

[lady-rose-moon]

please, can you do CNC x loki smut. don't do it if you not comfortable enough, thank you, love

You'll learn to love me

A/N: my mind was whirring for this so I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: CNC, knife play, kidnapping, wait and see for the rest!

A trip to the market was on your agenda today. You had planned to go down into the market to pick up a few things to prepare dinner tonight for yourself. It had been a while since you had treated yourself so you thought it would be a lovely change, to have a grand meal cooked and to enjoy it on your own by candlelight. Pulling on a simple green dress, leggings and a cardigan with leather boots, you headed out the door and down to the market.

You passed by many different stalls set up for trade and you smiled as you passed them, grinning as people welcomed you and blessed you to have a good day. You danced with the little girls that passed you by, scolded the boys who tried to gang up and bully a girl for wanting to play with them using a sword and you just enjoyed being among the citizens of your small town.

You smiled as you passed stall after stall, looking for ingredients for your dinner. You bought a few vegetables from a farmer and smiled politely as he nodded to you before you were walking on.

As the day reached noon, you decided to stop off at the baking stall to grab you and your beloved some treats. You bought some brownies, muffins and also some bread before you moved on. You relented easily though and picked out a brownie, lifting it to your lips before someone bumped into you.

"Hey!" you called out into the crowd as the cloaked man disappeared into the masses of people. Shrugging, you lifted the brownie back to your lips and took a large bite out of it before placing it back in the bag to finish later.

You didn't get much further before the world started to spin and you had to get out of the sunlight. Finding an alley, you leaned against a wall to catch your breath as your body started to feel numb. You decided that it was time to get to your house if you were starting to feel this tired but you found that your body wouldn't listen to you.

Everything felt so heavy and your head was so dizzy that you couldn't think straight. Before you knew it, you were falling forwards, completely unconscious. Luckily, you felt someone catch you before you could hit your head. Unluckily, you didn't know that and didn't feel yourself being whisked away in a flurry of magic.

Cold awakened you from your sleep and you instinctively tried to reach up to rub your eyes but your arms would not move from above you. Odd, you pondered silently, body shuddering from the cold, I didn't fall asleep here, did I?

"You're finally awake," came a voice from the darkness and you opened your eyes slowly to see someone emerging from the shadows. A sense of fear washed over you as you recognised his face, he was the guy that attacked New York! "I had thought you would sleep forever, lazy bitch."

"Where am I?" you snarled, glaring at the God as he approached you. he chuckled and cupped your chin but you forced your head to the side to avoid his grip, "answer me, coward!"

Loki chuckled and grabbed your chin more forcefully this time, forcing you to look into his brilliant emerald eyes. His lips curled into a snarl as he glared at you, "you do not get to ask such questions. Your king has not allowed it."

"My King?" you spot, terror and rage building inside of you, "I have no King, you disgusting scum!"

Loki chuckled and reared his hand back before slapping you across the cheek, "you do not address your King as such. You need to be punished."

With a click, the shackles holding your hands in place disappeared and you took your chance. You sprinted past the God, tracing every wall to try and find a door but your heart sunk when you found none. You were trapped in here, no doors, no windows, no way of escape. You pressed your back to the wall as you watched Loki approach, horror painted all over your face.

"Now, pet, where did you think you were going?" Loki purred, his rich voice floating through your ears.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you spotted a knife sitting on the edge of a table. You could try to slit his throat and escape, digging might do but what would happen if you couldn't? You'd be stuck here with his dead body for eternity. Still, you took the chance and grabbed the knife, lunging at the God with all of your might only to fall through him as he dissolved in a glow of green.

Dumbfounded, you looked around in horror before you choked back a gasp when a dagger was pressed up against your throat and Loki's body was pressed against your back. "Try that again, pet, go on, I dare you," Loki snarled, the dagger pressing harder into your throat and you felt a faint trickle of blood when he retracted it slowly.

Gasping for breath, you turned to face him with your hand over your neck, "are you crazy?! You could have killed me!!"

"But you asked for it, pet, you are the one that attacked me first," Loki retorted easily, looking down at his black nails before looking at you with a brow raised, the dagger being passed through every finger on his other hand without him looking. "Now that you seem to be past your disobedience, pet, I need to punish you."

In the next moment, your dress was stripped from you along with every other item of clothing. You covered yourself quickly but green shackles formed around your wrists and spread them out to the sides as more shackles kept your ankles in place. Your eyes widened in fear as you glared at him, "let me out of these shackles, monster, what if your brother hears of this!?"

Whack!

You froze in shock as your breasts erupted in pain but soon it melted into sinful pleasure. Your eyes darted back to Loki, who was now holding a flogger, and your eyes widened in realisation. "Where am I?" you tried again, your hands trembling in the shackles, "where. Am. I?!"

Loki tilted his head and a sharp grin raised on his lips before he whacked the flogger against your breasts again and you shrieked but he knew the secret pleasure. Oh, he could smell it! You didn't want to admit it but you were tempted, you were getting aroused.

"Monster, am I?" Loki cooed, stepping back and coming back with a chain in his hand. He walked close to you and smirked as your eyes met his in terror, "why don't we test that?"

When Loki pulled back, you felt tightness on your nipples and looked down to see that he had clamped your nipples. Loki chuckled and brought a finger under the chain, curling it around the chain before tugging. The shriek that erupted from your lips was music to his ears.

"Such a slut," Loki smirked, tugging again and watching you whimper in pain, "such a dirty slut, getting turned on by your kidnapper. What's going on in your mind, pet? Do you want my cock too?"

You shook your head, trying to display how much you didn't want that but he only hummed and walked closer to you, cupping your dripping core and whispering 'liar' into your ear as he sunk two fingers inside you, making you cry out and shake your head more.

"You're so wet for me, pet," Loki smirked as his fingers trusted in and out of you, listening to your pleading pants and whines, "such a dirty slut. Who in their right mind would get off from being fingered by a psychopath?"

Loki's teasing made tears form in your eyes as you tried to fight the shackles and tried to push him out of you. Instead, Loki smirked and curled his fingers, hitting that best spot inside you and you cried out, your orgasm washing over you in a powerful wave. Dazed, you whined and tried to push yourself away from him desperately.

Loki retracted his fingers from your cunt and smirked as he made you watch him suck your juices off his fingers, "you taste so sweet, pet," the God teased as you sobbed and hung your head.

"You...you won't get away with this," you spat, sneering at him as he merely smirked at you, "the Avengers will come find me."

Loki laughed and walked around you, the flogger appearing in his hand again and he slapped your arse five times, watching you whine and cry every time, "the Avengers will not come for someone like you. Just one person out of seven billion, you are worthless to them! So you will be here with me, as my pet."

You glared at him and snarled, "I will never be your pet, monster."

Smirking, Loki grabbed your chin and tilted his head, his pale skin shifting to that of a rich azure, his emerald eyes shifting to enticing ruby red and you felt your legs ache as his clothes disappeared alongside the shift. He was bare for you and you couldn't help but stare at his impressive cock.

"You're staring, pet," Loki teased with a sinister grin, his fingers hooking the clamps on your breasts and tugging again, his cock twitching when you whined and moaned, "you're such a slut, moaning for more from a monster."

"St-stop..." you tried, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you stared up at him, "please..."

Loki chuckled and green surrounded you, changing your position so you were up against the wall, your hands shackled above you with your arse on display for the Jötun. The God hummed and slapped the flogger against your arse again.

"Count, and thank your King," Loki snarled, bringing down the flogger again and at your silence, the chain connecting the clamps on your nipples was pulled downwards, making you whine and sob, "count, bitch."

Whack! "Thank you, my king!" you gasped, tears streaming down your cheeks even as your pussy got wetter and wetter.

Whack! "Th-thank you, my King!"

Whack, whack, whack! "Th-tha-thank you, Loki," you moaned, screaming when the chain was pulled down further. Realising your mistake, you sobbed, "'m sorry, my King, 'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it, slut," Loki snarled, "for that, I am going to put you through the worst torture. You deserve this."

You whined as Loki's magic gleamed between your legs and a buzzing started over your clit and you moaned in pleasure, biting your lip as the vibrator started to stimulate your clit in the way that you needed. Another shimmer and your back was to the wall, your arms chained above your head and your legs spread apart and shackled to the floor.

Loki stepped away from him, his hands glowing a deep emerald before he looked at you victoriously, "I will be back in a few hours, pet, a Prince of Asgard has much to do."

You watched him shimmer away and you whined, looking around your prison.

~~~~~~~

Three hours. That bastard had left this vibrator on your clit for three hours and had even taken away your ability to cum. Every time you were about to roll over the edge into bliss, the sensation would just ebb away on its own and you sobbed, wishing for just one orgasm.

The familiar sound of Loki's shoes clicked on the stones and your head weakly lifted up to glare at him. Smugly, he took your chin into his hand and tilted his head, "what do you say, pet?"

"I'm sorry, my King, I'm sorry for addressing you incorrectly. Forgive my rudeness," you responded meekly, staring up at him, "please let me go."

Loki chuckled and shook his head, "no."

Your legs became unbound as Loki stepped between them, wrapping them around his waist and keeping them there with his magic as he got rid of all of his clothes and forced his cock inside you, moaning as you screamed in pain, the buzz of the vibrator not helping in the slightest.

You felt so full of him, you shook your head and tried to kick your legs as he started to thrust into you. You started to whine and cry until you were magically turned around, your legs still wrapped around Loki's waist as he thrust into you but your torso was now held against him too with the smooth metal of a dagger pressed to your neck.

Stunned, you immediately stopped crying to stare down at Loki's hand holding the dagger to your neck. He fucked into you at a ruthless pace, his cock hitting all the best places in your cunt as he moaned and threw his head back, bliss consuming him while completely disregarding your pleasure.

The blade to your neck was steady even with Loki's erratic pace and you cried out, feeling another orgasm approaching but you supposed that Loki would keep it from you. Instead, Loki ripped the vibrator from your clit and he started to circle it roughly, his thrusts matching the pace of his fingers as he groaned behind you.

"Cum, slut, cum for me and scream my name," Loki demanded, the dagger digging into your neck more as he got closer to the edge and you whined in pain, the dagger retracting minutely at that.

Your orgasm ripped through you, feeling like you were struck by lightning as your body twitched and convulsed, your walls pulsing around his cock making Loki moan and release inside you, resting his head between your shoulder blades.

As you came down, you realised that your legs were no longer wrapped around Loki and your wrists had a balm rubbed into them to stop the soreness.

"Loki..." you whispered softly and the God looked up at you from rubbing a balm into your sore pussy and legs. You smiled and ran a hand through his hair, "I love you..."

Doubt filled Loki's eyes as he stood, cupping your cheek and resting his forehead on yours, "are you sure? I didn't mean to hurt you, if I did..."

"You didn't..." you whispered softly and smirked up at him, "next time, you pretend to be the clueless mortal."

"There's a next time?" Loki smirked and you nodded, squealing when he picked you up, conjured clothing onto you and dissolved the illusion of the dungeon before walking through the door from the spare room in his chambers to the couches by the fire.

Usually, you would rest between Loki's legs by the fire but this time, he laid you down on the couch and rested his head on your stomach, his arms wrapped around one of your legs as you both watched the fire.

"Thank you for trying this," you whispered, your fingers twirling through his hair, "I actually liked that side of you."

"NEVER mention my brother during our acts again," Loki muttered, a laugh bubbling in his chest.

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[simplyholl]

Truly Desperate

Summary: When you can’t get off, you go to your enemy on the team for help.

Pairing: Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.

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Why did you have the worst luck out of everyone in the world? You had such a great start to your day. Your date had went so well, you invited him back to your room at the Avengers’ Compound. You hadn’t slept with anyone in months. He was so handsome, just your type. Dark, curly hair with light eyes, you were instantly drawn to him when you met him.

Things took a wrong turn as soon as you shut the door behind you. He made himself comfortable on your bed while you went to freshen up. You picked out your favorite black, lacy lingerie set covering it with a silky robe. Then someone pounded on your door loud enough to wake the dead.

“Lady Y/N! Come quickly, I need assistance.” Thor’s voice boomed from the hallway. You apologized to your date, and answered the door. “This better be life threatening.” You whisper, shutting the door behind you. He looks at you sheepishly, hiding something behind his back. “Never mind, I will find someone else...”

You reach behind him, revealing a jar of peanut butter. “What’s this?” You ask, getting madder by the second. “I need help opening this most delicious of treats, and everyone else is gone or asleep.” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath before you do something drastic like choke him.

“You can’t open this?” You point to the small jar in his hands. He shakes his head no. You grab it, twisting the lid. It pops off so easily, you’re sure he didn’t even try. Without a word, you turn around, entering your room again. “I’m so sorry.” You apologize to your date, as he interrupts you. “Was that Thor? He’s my favorite! This is so cool!”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll show you why I should be your favorite Avenger.” You quip, pushing him on his back. Loud banging on your door interrupts you once more. You jump up, flinging the door open. “Thor I will shove that jar down your throat if you interrupt me again!” You shout, expecting to see him. Instead you’re met with Loki, smirking as leans against your doorframe. “Always so violent.” He shakes his head.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but we have an urgent mission. Stark says you and I are to go immediately.” He looks down at your barely dressed body. “Like what you see, perv?” You smack his arm. Loki is your least favorite on the team. He’s always arguing with you over the smallest stuff. He ruined your birthday this year by hiring geriatric strippers. He ate the last cookie from your favorite bakery without asking. He always insulted your choice on movie night. Tony liked to pair you together so he could laugh about it later. So it shouldn’t be a surprise that he was the one standing here.

You want to scream. Of course, some bad guy is hell bent on destroying the world when you are in desperate need of some dick. “Alright, just let me change before we go.” You turn back towards your room, Loki grabs your wrist. “There’s no time. We must hurry.” You look apologetically at your date who is awe struck from seeing Loki. “It’s okay, I understand.” He says as he walks around the two of you to leave.

You follow Loki to the Helicarrier, cursing under your breath. When you arrive, no one is there to brief you. Usually Tony or Steve will meet you there before your mission to tell you what to expect. You look at Loki confused. “Where’s Tony?” You ask, placing your hand on your silk covered hips. “About that…” Loki starts. “Are you serious? You ruined my date for nothing?” You push passed him, to the doorway to type in the code to leave.

His obscenely large, veiny hand blocks the keypad. You’ve never noticed how long his fingers were until now. What would they feel like inside you? They could probably reach spots that the men you’ve slept with couldn’t reach with their dicks. Where did that come from?! You need to stop thinking about Loki’s hands right now. The guy is an asshole who always torments you. Not to mention, he just cockblocked you.

“I saved you.” Loki tells you, smiling as if you should thank him. “Saved me? Loki, if that guy tried anything, I could’ve kicked his ass faster than I could have called for help.” Loki shakes his head, “He went out with Natasha last week. You saw how excited he looked to be near me, and I am America’s least favorite Avenger. You weren’t special. He was using you.”

You look at him incredulously. “Loki, I don’t need some random man to make me feel special. I just wanted to have meaningless sex with a hot guy.” He finally lets you type in the code, following you out as the doors open. “I could help you with that.” His blue eyes hungrily trace every curve your little robe accentuates.

You laugh, “No offense, but we don’t even like each other.” “Exactly my point, darling. It would be the very definition of meaningless.” You consider his offer. It has been a long time since a man got you off. But, he just sent the one date you had that seemed normal away to protect you. It was so unlike him. “No thanks, I’ll just stick with my vibrator.” You turn around to stick your tongue out at him, before sprinting ahead of him back to your room.

You open your bedside drawer, holding your vibrator in your hand. You were so worked up, you could probably get off from just looking at it. But, you go through the motions anyway. You close your eyes as you dip your hand under your bra to play with one of your nipples. You let your imagination run wild. It’s not you rolling your nipples, but your date. His dark hair fans across your chest as he takes one between his lips.

You pull your panties down, putting the vibrator in place. It whirls to life, as you imagine him kissing down your stomach to between your legs. He gently bites the inside of your thigh. “Loki!” You moan as the man looks up at you. Instead of your date, it’s Loki smirking at you knowingly. You jump, throwing your vibrator across the room. It hits the wall with a loud thud. What’s the matter with you? Your date was so hot and you were imagining Loki?

You went to retrieve your toy, turning it back on. It buzzed for a brief second before twirling one last time. Come on! You press all the buttons, hoping for a miracle. It’s no use, you broke it when you threw it. You lay back on your bed, having to resort back to medieval times when women had to use their hands to get off.

You close your eyes again, trying to picture your date. Instead Loki’s hands on the keypad, forever ingrained in your memory, appear. You groan, frustrated beyond belief. If thinking about a coworker was going to help you get off, there were plenty to choose from. You imagine Bucky choking you with his metal arm as you work your fingers, but you feel nothing. Steve on his knees for you - nothing. Bruce fucking you on top of all his paperwork? Nope. Boning Tony midair in the Iron Man suit? Nothing. Sam taking you against the wall - not even a stir. Thor and his hammer - dry as the desert.

You stop, your hand will get a cramp and it will all be for nothing. “I could help you with that.” You imitate Loki in a mocking voice. You pull your panties up, and slip your robe back on. Your feet seem to have a mind of their own as they carry you out of your room, down the long hallway to Loki’s room.

You knock quickly, hoping he will open the door before someone sees you out here. He opens it, leaving no room between himself and the door. You try to push past him, but he stops you. “What’s this about?” You want to smack the smirk right off his face. You look around the deserted hallway praying Thor was right about everyone being out or asleep.

“Let me in before someone sees us.” You plead, walking into his solid body once more. “My sweet girl, you must be truly desperate to come to me. I thought you were going to be satisfied with your silicone cock. Isn’t that what you said when you left me behind earlier?” You roll your eyes. He really was insufferable.

“It broke.” You motion to his doorway, but he doesn’t budge. “I knew you would give in. You couldn’t stop thinking about me could you? I saw you drooling over my hands back there.” You place a hand on your forehead, letting out the biggest sigh. “Loki, can we please talk inside?” You look around again just to make sure no one was watching. “What’s the rush, little one? We have all night.” You hear one of the doors creak open down the hall, Sam walks towards you with his head down.

He makes eye contact as he gets closer. “Just borrowing a phone charger.” You lie, pulling your revealing robe closed. Sam looks between you and Loki, smiling as the realization hits. “I didn’t see shit and I don’t know shit.” He says, laughing as he walks to the elevator. “Loki, let me in. Sam saw us, isn’t that enough?”

“I need you to do one thing for me before I let you come in.” You think about leaving right now, but you’re too horny. You have to get off, and Loki is hot, even though you would never admit that to him. “Beg for it.” “Right here?” You shake your head, he’s unbelievable. You really should leave, but you had heard stories from the people that stayed the night with him. They would come into the kitchen with just fucked hair to make coffee before leaving. You were an early riser, so unfortunately you ran into most of them.

They all gushed about how good he was in bed. You really needed this. So you clasped your hands together, looking him in the eyes as you beg him. “Please Loki, give me that godly Asgardian dick?” You fight the laughter bubbling in the back of your throat as you say the silly words. Satisfied, he finally moves out of the way. You rush inside, sitting on his bed.

“I think we should have rules.” You tell him as he saunters toward you. “Like what? You Midgardians complicate everything, even sex.” “Well I don’t think we should kiss for starters.” You start to pace in front of his bed, suddenly feeling nervous. “We should undress ourselves. And you can’t cum inside me.”

Loki smiles, “Afraid you’ll fall in love with me?” You laugh at his audacity. “No I’m afraid you’ll fall in love with me. Guys get obsessed once they’ve had a taste.” He rolls his eyes at that. “I don’t even like you. Besides, I’ve never been in love in 1,054 years. It won’t happen now.” He starts shedding his clothes as you loosen the tie on your robe. You both pile your clothes together in the floor until there’s nothing left.

“This means nothing.” You stick your pinky out for him to seal the deal with a pinky promise. “Couldn’t agree more.” His finger locks with yours briefly. He picks you up, pinning you against the wall. His head dips as his sharp teeth nip along your neck. Your hands travel the length of his muscular back. All that nonsense in the hall was worth it, even if this was all you got.

Loki continues biting a trail from your collarbone to your jaw, earning a whimper from you. Your legs feel like jelly and he hadn’t really done anything. His skilled hands find your breasts, cupping them as his thumbs roll against your nipples. You gently kiss his chest, feeling his toned stomach against your soft skin. You lick his nipple, causing him to moan against your neck.

He stops to carry you back to his bed, placing you at the top. He follows, crawling between your legs. He shoots you a wicked smile that makes you feel like you’re about to be eaten alive. Loki drags his tongue up your soaked center. The heat of his mouth as his firm, velvet tongue swirls around you sends your head spinning. Silver tongue? More like magic tongue.

Every movement is designed to drive you crazy. Every flick makes your legs shake. His head rocks between your thighs, messy curls shaking as he traces your clit with the tip of his tongue. He strokes you with his talented muscle, working you into a frenzy. Needy moans of his name mix with the wet sound of him drinking you down. His lips suction around your clit, you pull his curls, needing him closer. He whimpers, the vibration from his voice along with the perfect pressure of his lips send you spiraling. He lets you ride out your orgasm, before lining himself up between your legs.

Loki sinks into you and you curse yourself for not doing this sooner. It’s like he was made for you. You’re entranced with every thrust. He really does have a godly dick and he was showing you he knows exactly how to use it. One hand caresses your cheek, “Did you think about how my cock would feel inside you while you used your pathetic toy?” You whine as he snaps his hips, hitting deeper.

Your nipples brush against his hard chest, you wrap your legs tighter around him. You love how strong he is, how big he feels compared to you. He could crush you with one hand if he wanted to. His forehead connects with yours, and he looks down at you trembling with pleasure underneath him. His lips curl in cocky satisfaction. His eyes lock onto yours, watching intensely as he fucks into you. You’re suddenly afraid he’s going to kiss you, so you turn your head.

His mouth latches onto your exposed neck, sucking hard enough to bruise, claiming you. You buck your hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Suddenly he stops, flipping you over so that you’re on top. His hands dig into your hips as he lifts you up and down on him. The new angle hits spots you didn’t even know you had. You move your hips faster, as he fucks you, matching his rhythm.

“I’m close.” He warns you, giving you time to get off of him. You lay on the bed, mouth opened wide as he strokes himself over you. His hot cum lands on your tongue, chin, and breasts. You swallow what lands in your mouth. Loki watches in awe, running a long finger over your chest, gathering a good portion before bringing it to your lips. You swirl your tongue around him, loving the salty, sweet taste of him. He continues the process until you’re mostly clean.

“Would you like to watch a film?” He asks as you use one of his towels to clean what he couldn’t off you. “No, Loki. I don’t even like you.” You state matter of factly, wrapping your silk robe around you before leaving. You run into Thor in the hall, walking fast so he wouldn’t notice you leaving Loki’s room. Loki walks out, greeting Thor. “Do you have what you promised?” Thor asks, watching to make sure you went inside your room. Loki hands him a bag of chocolates, “Thank you, brother for interrupting her date earlier.” Thor rips the bag open, putting six chocolates in his mouth at once. “I hope your interference was worth it.” Thor says between bites. “Indeed, it was.”

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Eavesdrop

relationship: loki x fem!reader

genre: smut

summary: loki cant help but overhear your conversation with natasha

warnings: smut (18+) unprotected piv, fingering, thigh riding, squirting, soft dom loki??, multiple orgasms, loki being nosy

“I dunno, Nat… I love him to death, I really do… it’s just…” You say as you run your fingers through your hair. You didn’t like the idea of talking ‘bad’ about Loki behind his back, but this is the only way to get the emotions and thoughts off your chest.

“What is it? Stop beating around the bush! C’mon, I’m good at keeping secrets” Natasha replied, sipping on her beer.

“It’s kind of TMI but—”

“Oh please, TMI is nothing in this friendship and you know it, just spit it out!”

“Well… when Loki and I get… y’know… everything starts out great, but he just gets all soft and vanilla-y and I just wanna—” You start to explain, but stop when what you really want to say gets caught in the back of your throat.

What you and Natasha didn’t know is that Loki had walked out of the bedroom. His ears perked when he heard you say his name, so he walked towards Natasha’s room and listened in.

“Go on…” Natasha said

“Well… when we get frisky… he gets all soft and shit… like all mushy and gushy. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when he’s sweet to me… but I really just wanna be fucked. Not ‘made love to’ but ‘fucked so hard I can’t walk’ y’know?” I explain, a feeling of guilt washing over me as I finally say it.

“Have you tried bringing it up to him?”

“No… I want to, but I just don’t know how or when”

Loki frowned. Was he really boring you that much? You seemed pretty into it when the two of you were in action.

“I mean, when Bruce and I first started out, he was all mushy and stuff, all up until I sat him down in his bedroom and just told him how I felt. Ever since he’s pretty much been Hulk smashing me,” Natasha explained. I roll my eyes at her ‘Hulk smash’ comment

“What if I hurt his feelings?”

“He literally terrorized the city of New York and Stüggart, killed 80 people in 2 days, almost killed the entirety of the Frost Giant race, and faked his death 2 times. I don’t think he’ll be offended. Honestly, he might be more offended if you don’t tell him,” Natasha explained.

“But—”

“No buts, you’re literally the love of his life, and he would probably do anything to make you happy. Just trust me, babe, Loki isn’t going to be offended or mad, just communicate,” Natasha cut you off

Loki agreed silently. Natasha was right. He wasn’t offended or upset. He would climb the highest mountains and cut through every forest just go make you happy, if you asked. He decided to gather a plan, and he walked back into his room.

“You’re right. Thank you, Nat,” I smile and start to stand up, grabbing my beer bottle, and taking another drink of it, “I’m gonna go talk to him about it,” you smile, trying to ignore the anxiety bubbling within your stomach.

“I would say tell me how it goes, but I’m sure I’ll be able to tell if you have a limp tomorrow or not,” Nat snorted, you flipped her off playfully and started to walk out of the room.

When you entered the hallway, you heard your phone buzz. You took it out of your pocket and saw a text from Loki.

Loki: come visit me if you can, my little dove

You smile at his text. The nickname “little dove” always made your heart flutter. You pocket your phone and walk towards Loki’s room. You don’t even bother knocking, considering he was expecting you.

What you weren’t expecting was Loki to practically jump you the second you walked in.

He closed the door and pressed you firmly against it, kissing you hungrily as he groped your breasts without care. It took you by surprise, but you quickly melted into the kiss, kissing him back just as roughly.

Your guys’ tongue and teeth clashed together as he guided you to his bed, pushing you down onto it, before removing his shirt, and hastily removing your sweatpants and tossing them to the side. Before he flipped you over, setting you on his thigh

“Ride me.” He commanded, leaving no room for discussion. You blush and move your hand to the string of his sweatpants, “Not there,” he said simply.

You blush before experimentally rubbing your panty-clad cunt against his thigh. You let out a shaky moan at the new feeling. Loki growled before he started bouncing his leg. You let out a surprised, but aroused shriek, stopping the movement of your hips.

You let out another shriek when you felt his hand come down harshly on your ass.

“Did I say you could stop?” He asked in a serious tone. You shake your head no, “then keep going,” He said simply, before he started to bounce his leg again.

You continue to grind down on him as he bounce his leg. The feeling of cotton against your clit had you almost screaming as you continued to buck down against his thigh.

“Loki, I—” You started, before you cut yourself off with another moan.

“Soak me,” He said, grabbing your hips and pushing you down harder against his thigh.

Your whole body quivered as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your ears started to ring as you soaked his thigh completely, your juices squirting all over him.

He gave you no time to recover before he flipped you over and ripped your panties off and shoving two fingers inside of you, going at a rapid pace.

“Oh gods, Loki!” You screamed out, arching your back off the bed as his fingers drilled into you.

“You wanted to be fucked, hm? Oh I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow…” He said huskily, before going down and attaching his lips to your clit, sucking it harshly.

His words did not process in your mind, instead you screamed out his name and tangled your fingers into his hair.

He curled his fingers at just the right spot and you came again, soaking his face, fingers, and the bedsheets below you as your arousal sprayed out of you once again.

Loki stood up and took off his sweatpants and boxer before flipping you over so your ass is in the air. Without warning he plunged into you, fucking you at a breakneck pace.

“Is this what you wanted, hm? You wanted to be fucked? Treated like a toy?” Loki growled, before slapping your ass harshly as he continued to drill into your abused hole.

“Yes! Fuck, Loki!” You screamed out, grinding back into his hips, meeting each of his thrusts. The words he said remained incoherent, as, lack for better words, he fucked your brains out.

He grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged it back, using it as leverage to fuck you even deeper. You gripped onto the bedsheets for dear life as he pummeled you with his cock.

He grunted as he felt his orgasm approaching, he reached forward, circling your clit at a rapid pace, causing you to scream out his name.

Your orgasm was approaching quickly as he fucked you swiftly. You tried to warn him, but were caught off by your orgasm as if ripped through your body.

You screamed out in sheer pleasure as you came on his cock. Your orgasm triggered his and he thrusted as deep as he could, spilling his seed deep inside of your quim.

He laid down next to you and looked at you with pure love in his eyes. You adjusted and laid down as well, looking at him.

“I actually wanted to talk—” You started, before being cut off by Loki

“You wanted to be fucked, not made love to… I overheard you and the Black Widow talking,” Loki said with a smile, “I hope I was able to fulfill your dreams,”

“Mmm… maybe another round or so could really fulfill my dreams” You smirked before crawling on top of Loki, starting yet another round

~ The Next Morning ~

You woke up in Loki’s bed, with Loki still sleeping peacefully next to you. You smile and decide to get up and head out to the kitchen for coffee.

You walked down the hallway into the Avengers common area where Natasha sat, drinking her own coffee. Natasha laughed at your limp as you hobbled over to the kitchen

“Oh shut the fuck up”

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hayyy sorry for not posting in foreverrrr but i got bombarded with school, work, and family issues, and i haven’t really had the time to write something (even something small) and i also have officially hit a good ‘ol writers block!! if you have any requests please lmk and i will write them!!!

[morally-grey-variant]

sitting on his lap would probably fix me

[oh-look-at-her]

"I can do....terrible things to you."

Pairing: agardian!reader x Loki

Warnings: profanity, PinV, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), oral sex(f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, use of pet names (Prince, princess, pet, dearest, etc), Loki is a warning in itself, degradation, mocking, name calling (just once I think), choking (for a little while), just smut in general

Author's note: I just wanted to say this is my first ever written fic so have mercy on me. I just really wanted to use that sentence from the Loki series🤭It was also supposed to be shorter...it did not keep to that. I also wanted to say that with the word "undergarment" I do not mean modern day underwear. I mean undergarment as in from the 1700's (like depicted in the photo underneath this text). Don't ask me why I decided to do that, I don't know. I think I've just been watching too much Outlander these last few days. Alr I'll stop my rambling now. I hope everyone enjoys♡

“Oh dear gods, another ball. How many of these are they going to organize?” Was my first thought when Thor asked me to go as his guest yet again the other day. I thought I wouldn’t be going.

And yet, here i am. Standing in a corner in the main hall of the majestic golden palace that the formerly mentioned prince calls home, with a glass of liquor in one hand and a small snack i grabbed from a faraway table in the other. Though i did want to support Thor in his victories of the week, that was not the true reason i came to another loud party.

“Quite the partygoer lately. Tell me, is it just because you enjoy being around obnoxiously drunk people or are you trying to charm my dear brother?"

And there it is. The infamous Loki Odinson, prince of Asgard, God of mischief and lies, to the irritation of many people. I know I wouldn't mind him getting mischievous at all though....

I eat the little one-bite snack in hopes of it distracting me from my thoughts, but to no avail.

Meanwhile, Loki keeps talking with a grin on his face and a sultry tone to his voice.

"If it is the latter, I suggest you stop, since he seems to have quite the interest in that other woman he's been eyeing all night."

I give him the best cocky look I can muster and answer back; "Thor does not have any interest in me and neither do I in him. He gets to ogle whoever he wishes, I thought you would know this, being his brother. Tell me, where is the sudden interest in your brother's love life coming from, dear prince."

"Oh please, a blind man would know he was shamelessly into her. Besides, how could I not be interested when my brother continuously invites the same woman to his... Celebrations."

He ogles me suspiciously, as if he doesn't believe I wasn't interested in that loveable blonde buffoon. I myself have a different type of God in mind. I opt to try and change his mind.

"Thor and I are friends. Why are you so interested in this?"

He hums dismissively and ogles the ongoing party.

"No interest in dancing?" he changes the subject.

"No, this dress is not a dancing type dress. Too tight and heavy. I should've opted for another, but it's too late now." he looked my dress up and down as I spoke, seemingly uninterested, though his tone of voice said otherwise.

"Well, beauty over functionality, isn't it? Seems as if you've succeeded in that area, at least."

My stomach flips and the corners of my mouth lift up into a faint taunting smile as I look up at him. "You think I look beautiful?"

He looks back at me, a faint trace of surprise tainting his expression. "Well yes, I wouldn't have said what i did if I did not think it. When have I ever been known to lie about my opinions, dearest?"

My mind jumps at the mention of the pet name and the compliment paired with it and although I tried to hide my surprise, the faint smirk on the God's face tells me enough. Nevertheless, I look at him with a playful light in my voice.

"Well, you are the god of lies. I would expect you to live up to this Title, as you do your other titles."

"Ah, and what titles are these, pray tell?" he asks as he looks at me with disdain, as if I offended him.

"Those of you being the god of mischief, as well as a relentless trickster. Though people say you usually can't do much harm." I chuckle at Sif's offensive words towards the prince of Asgard.

He chuckles with me, though I suspect because of something else, because his expression had turned darker, his gaze falling on mine again.

"Well, I assure you that I can do... Terrible things to you and anybody I wish."

He says in a low, dark voice, his unrelenting gaze catching the widening of my eyes and the heaving of my chest at his threatening words. Although his words do anything but scare me.

Is that a promise? I think to myself, my mind running wild with the different context his words could be said in.

He grins at me, still not letting his eyes wander from mine. "Do you want it to be?" he suddenly asks.

"What?" I manage to spurt out, shock and excitement having taken over my mind.

"Do you want it to be a promise?" he repeats his question with that same dark, knowing smile on his face.

Did I say that out loud? I'm certain I didn't.

"No, you didn't." he answers my thoughts once again and fear and embarrasment seep into my bones as I realize how he had known.

"How long have you been reading my mind?" I ask him with a shaky voice. He chuckles again, knowing he has the upper hand now. He drops his gaze to his shoulder gently touching mine. When did that happen?

"While you were inquiring why I was so interested in my brother's 'love life' as you put it."

Oh. My. Gods. He had seen and heard every single thing I had been thinking. How embarrassing. I wanted to dig a hole to Hel and stay there until I had melted into the fires forever.

"That's a bit dramatic." he tells me. I move away from him with a scowl, taking care that we didn't touch anymore so he couldn't read my mind any longer, but he already knew all of it. He had heard all my lewd thoughts about him and he thought it funny.

He still has that annoyingly handsome smirk plastered on his face as he gestures for us to move away from the busy crowd and into the halls that lead to various rooms. I decide to follow him. All the harm that could be done had already been done, so why not? He knew it all now. He is silent as we walk through the halls, muffled music still being heard from the party.

"You know, I would expect you to say something...." I trail off as he stops walking and opens a door we arrived at. He gestures for me to enter the room.

It is a lavishly elegant room, accents of gold layered the cream colored walls, a nightstand with multiple drawers and a bed with silky sheets line the left wall, while the other side of the room is dedicated to a roaring fireplace and two lounge couches in the same shade of green as the silk sheets on the bed. In the middle of the wall I am facing, there is a lavish balcony that had a beautiful view towards Asgard. Loki walks towards the bed and sits down on the golden bench in front of it.

I stay by the door, looking at him expectantly, hoping he would clear up the fact that we just entered (what I presumed is) his room without a word being said. He sighs and finally opens his mouth.

"Yes, you're right. I should say something." he pauses for a moment, looking me up and down, though this time not in a rude manner. No, this time it felt more like... Admiration. The God of Mischief and Lies is looking at me with admiration.

"You're a beautiful woman. I must say, I had my eye on you ever since you entered this castle for the first time. Though I thought my brother had claimed you for his own, due to him always inviting you to these gatherings. When you told me this wasn't the case, I decided to see if you were being truthfull or not. I must admit, it was an invasion of your privacy, but I do not regret it one bit."

He gestures for me to join him and sit next to him. I oblige and walked over to him, opting to stand due to the uncomfortability of my dress. He notices this and looked down with a smile gracing his lips.

"So yes, what I said is true. You are beautiful, though this dress could never do you justice. Plus, you seem incredibly uncomfortable in it."

I scoff at his words. "What, are you going to offer to take it off of me? I've heard that line a thousand times, it is not original. Besides, I very well think this dress makes me look exquisite. Why else would I wear it?"

"I did not say you didn't look beautiful in the dress. I am merely noting that it does not do you justice." he answers cockily

"And what would do me justice then, Prince?" I spit back at him, getting a little annoyed at his degrading tone, making my mind wander to unholy places once more.

His low chuckle echoes in my ears. Gods, that chuckle. It's so... Seductive.

"Won't tell, princess." the pet name surprises me. Sure, I had called him Prince, but he is a genuine Prince. I feigned nonchalance.

"Ah, there it is. Let me guess, you'd have to take off my dress to show me?" his playful expression turns into one of ice, filled with lust and seduction. It was a thrilling sight to see.

"You'd let me." he said, with full confidence, because he knew it was true. I didn't need to answer him as he stands and closes the small distance between us, making me look up because of his obnoxiously tall figure.

The playful twinkle in his eye had been replaced with something dark, possessive almost. My breath hitches in my throat as his hand ghosts up until it reached the dip of my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to him.

And I let him.

His gaze was ice cold as he inspected my entire face and figure again. Gods, I love it when he does that. He dips his head until I feel his breath near my ear.

"I know." he whispers into my ear. This asshole was reading my mind any time he could, but even if i could stop him, I don't think i would. He lifts his head to look at me again, this time a devillish smirk is playing at the corners of his mouth again.

Please kiss me already.

I beg to myself and I know he heard it. He finally dips his head down to my lips, I part them as I desperately await his kiss. He doesn't kiss me yet, though. He chuckles at my sigh of frustration, though it sounds more like a whine than I had intended.

His amused and torturous gaze lands on my desperate one. "What is it, pet?" he whispers against my lips. So close.... He knows exactly what he's doing. Of course he does. I'd waited so long, stayed up so many nights because of the thought of him being this close. Or closer....

My eyebrows furrowed at the thought of these nights and I know he saw. I know he knows exactly what I'm thinking, but I don't care. I want him. And I'll have him.

"Will you, now? Last I checked, I'm the Prince here. You are under my command, are you not?" he outright laughs at my attempt to kiss him, get him closer to me in any way. He moves away from me, opting to move towards one of the lavish Green couches on the other side of the room. He looks at me over his shoulder while he did so, plaguing me, teasing me with the distance he's creating.

I stare at my hands, nervously playing with my fingers whilst trying not to grieve the loss of his touch. His hand on my waist, His chest pressing against mine, his lips so close to mine... I hear him walking around for a bit while I'm still fidgeting with my fingers, not daring to look his way unless asked.

"Don't get shy now, pet. Look at me." I lift my head to see him sitting comfortably on the couch, his fine asgardian leather suddenly having been replaced with a pair of comfortable looking black lounge pants and... No shirt.

He's trying to get under my skin, I know it. But I don't care one bit as I let my gaze travel along the impressive muscle tone of the Prince, trailing from his shoulders to his chest, from his chest to his toned abs, from his abs to that perfect V-shape that's only disrupted by the thin fabric of his pants.

I let my eyes wander further up now, admiring the strong biceps and, Gods, those perfectly veiny arms. And finally those hands...i could stare at them all day, just the sight of them makes me almost want to drool.

He's so perfect. And he knows it as I finally meet his icy gaze and that same goddamn smirk that made my heart freeze and my hands tremble.

He knows it when he gestures for me to walk towards him and close the distance he so painstakingly created just a minute ago.

He knows it when he stands before me, pulling at the strong threads that were holding my dress together, making the first layer of my dress fall to the ground.

He knows it when he carefully unties my corset with gentle patience, unlacing it with his slender fingers and finally taking it off of me.

He knows it when I'm standing before him in my undergarment, looking me up and down, not with just hunger or lust, but with adoration and relief. The sheer fabric does nothing to hide my body, even showing off my nipples that had hardened due to the cold night air.

And gods, does he know it when he guides my arms to lay on his shoulders, peppering tender kisses onto every inch of skin he can find, pulling me closer and finally granting me the kiss I had been longing for ever since I had seen him for the first time.

His lips capture mine so perfectly in a dance of passion, not at all what I had expected from a God of mischief. I had expected something feral, completely driven by lust. Hel, I'm not sure I even expected him to outright kiss me. No, this exceeds all my expectations.

He carefully bites my lower lip, granting him entrance to lick inside my mouth and taste me, deepening the kiss. The feeling of excitement and arousal growing with every passing second.

He grinds himself into me, pulling me closer and closer. I can feel his cock getting hard through the fabric of his pants, making me clench my cunt around nothing. My hands roamed through his hair, not nearly as greasy as I had imagined, instead I am met with soft curls and a pretty sound coming from the Prince's lips as I tug at them.

He's everywhere. His arms around my waist, squeezing it tight and keeping me close to him. He overtowers me by far, and he has to lean down a distance even with me standing on my tiptoes to reach. His scent, his taste, his hands.

Gods, I need him. He breaks the kiss, but not without tugging at my bottom lip another time, a little rougher now, though.

His breath is steady, whereas mine is ragged and uncontrollable as he rests his forehead against mine, his lips still hovering so close to mine.

"I know, I need you too. You've no idea how long I've wanted you." he whispers, again answering my thoughts. I didn't mind this time, though. I want him to hear and see everything I am thinking. I want him to know what I want.

But that doesn't mean I'm not going to play first. He had been so gentle and loving and it feels so good to be worshipped, but that would have to wait for another time.

He lifts his head up to look at me. "What is it?" he asks, curiosity lacing his voice.

I smile at him, hoping it looks as seductive and entrancing as I want it to and take his hand, slowly guiding him towards the bed.

Upon reaching it, I lie down comfortably in the midst of the bed, tugging at him to do the same. He climbs on top of me, again ogling me with curiosity. This surprises me, if he was still reading my mind he would know what I am doing.

"Opting to not read my mind anymore?" I ask, with a smile.

"I thought it'd be more fun if I don't know exactly what you're going to do before you do it." he grins, seeing that this has pleased me. Now I can do what i want.

I tangle my hands in his hair again, watching his face as it contorts into a relaxed expression as I tug a bit at the strands again. I bring his lips to mine again, but this time, I want it to be different. I bite his lip roughly, making him open his mouth in surprise as I lick into him now, tasting berries and a tinge of alcohol on his tongue. I moan into his mouth at the taste and it seems he finally realized what I was trying to do. He kisses me back hungrily, seizing control again, much to my liking. He abruptly pulls away afterwards, much to my dismay.

He looks down at me with a knowing smirk on his face. "What's wrong, princess? Don't want me to be nice anymore? What do you want? Go on, say it. I know you know exactly what it is." he urges me on with a sultry tone to his words.

"Please...i want you to be mean to me."

"Really?" he feigns surprise, "whatever would you mean by that, darling?" he asks, starting to tease me by peppering kisses along my jaw.

"I want-" he shifts his body so he's lying perfectly on top of me. I can feel his cock rubbing against my clothed cunt and it sends a shiver down my spine. "Please just-" his kisses grow hungrier as he guides himself down to my neck. "Could you please be rough..." he bites down on my neck, emitting a gasp from me. I think that was his answer to my plea.

He is indeed rougher now, biting and suckling on the soft skin of my neck, gradually moving down... To my shoulder... To my collarbone... And then. The hem of my undergarment.

He looks at me while twirling his finger around the measly little thread. The only thing that's between him and my bare body. The only thing he'd have to loosen before slipping my last piece of clothing from me and leaving me bare. And that's exactly what he did.

He slowly, teasingly pulls at the thread and folds the fabric to the side, revealing my tits to him. He rips his eyes from mine and finally meets my bare chest, looking at it like a starved man would a plate of hot food.

He started where he left off, just below my collarbone he peppered kisses and bites again. Slow, agonizing, teasing movements until he finally reached my hardened nipple, waiting, aching for him.

He hungrily takes the sensitive bud into his mouth, suckling on it with rough movements, his hand coming up to cup my other boob roughly. I whine at the sensation, his tongue lavishly doing its job in pleasuring me.

After a while, he flashes me a devillish smile before moving onto the other nipple, suckling at the same pace, much to my relief as it is the perfect pace and he knows this.

I squirm underneath him, whining and moaning as he keeps suckling on my nipple, the sensation making me crave for more. I grind against his hard-on and I swear I heard a whimper coming from the Prince's mouth. He stills for a moment, his hands clawing at my hips to stop me from moving.

"Be patient, pet. Let me enjoy you." is all he says before continuing to suck on my tits, keeping me on edge and increasing my arousal a thousand fold while doing so.

His hands explored my body with rough motions. Grabbing my waist, squeezing it, fondling my tit. Finally he reaches my shoulders, his hands slide down the length of my arms and he grabs my hands before pulling his mouth off of my nipple.

He sits up straight and, while never breaking eye contact, brings my right hand up to his mouth and kisses it. A stark contrast to how he was sucking on my tits just a second ago, but not unwelcome. He kisses my wrist now, then my forearm, then my bicep, then my shoulder.

Then he switches his attention to my neck again, bruising and marking me, coaxing soft moans from me. There would be no way to cover up those spots, although I'm not sure I'd want to or if he would let me.

He continues his trail of kisses downwards again, this time dragging my undergarment down with him. He stopped for a moment to look at me again.

"Off." he gestures towards my undergarment. I obey and quickly slip off the feeble piece of fabric, discarding it on the floor next to his bed. Once I face him again, completely bare now, he looks at me with approval.

"Good girl." he whispers under his breath, but I heard. I smile at his words of praise as he looks me up and down hungrily. He leans down and, while maintaining eye contact, licked a stripe up my body from my hips to my chest.

I breathe out a moan at this scandalous action. He flashes me a cunning smile before biting my nipple gently, coaxing a surprised gasp from me. He continues biting and suckling on my skin, moving down... Down... Down. Until he reaches my thighs.

He wraps his hands around my knees and spread them apart as far as they'll go, slowly and teasingly he leans down again. He starts kissing my thigh, occasionally softly biting down to coax an unexpected whimper from me.

He finally inches closer to where I need him the most. He looks at my pussy with hunger in his eyes, licking his lips and looking up at me. He softly blows on it, making me moan from the sensation. I grab ahold of his locks again, hoping to be able to push him down and just make him have me already, but he doesn't let me.

"Impatient now, are we? I can certainly tell with how wet you are. Is this all for me, pet?" he asks me as his hands caress my thighs. I don't know how to answer him, so I just whine and buck my hips towards him, hoping that he gets the message.

He chuckles at my desperate attempts at seeking his tongue. "Please..." I beg, feeling nothing but longing for the god in between my legs in this moment. He sighs before demanding; "please what?"

"Please just take me already, Loki." I answer him in an annoyed tone, but before I can release a huff of annoyance, he licks a stripe from my hole to my clit. I moan languidly at the unexpected move.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asks teasingly.

"Yes, Gods, yes." I sigh, throwing my head back.

He chuckles at my pathetic tone and starts lapping up the arousal that had been gathering all evening. He moans at the taste, reveling in it as he flicks his tongue over my clit.

His movements have me keening and bucking my hips as he fucks his tongue into me. People said he had a cunning tongue to him(although probably not in this context) and they were right. Gods, does he know how to eat a woman out.

His tongue laps at me at just the right pace, fucking in and out of my cunt, softly suckling on my clit. He brought his hand up to cup my tit as he did so, overwhelming my senses and making me grab onto his hair. This coaxed another moan out of him, sending vibrations throughout my body.

I can feel the coil in my stomach beginning to tighten. I'm close and he knows it, because he suddenly changes his original pace to a slower one, making me whine.

"Loki.... Don't be mean." I tell him.

He stops his movements altogether now, looking up at me with a cocky grin. "What's the matter, princess?" he feigns pity.

"You know exactly what, i was close." I huff, sexual frustration coaxing through my whole body.

He laughs at my attitude. "You don't get to decided when you cum, pet. I do. You are under my command now and what I say goes." he answers in a dark, possessive tone of voice.

His words make my stomach flip and my pussy clench around nothing. He's so attractive, I can't help it. He knows it, noting my reaction to his words. He lifts his head from between my thighs and climbs back on top of me, his face right in front of mine. I can't help but admire him, especially from this angle. His hair framing his face, his eyes piercing my own, his lips... In that sadistic smile.

"What? Do you like it when i control you? Do you want to be my toy, hm?" he whispers, looking me right in the eyes, never letting go of my gaze. He catches the widening of my pupils, the quickening pace of my breath, the desperation in my eyes. No, he doesn't need to read my mind to know how i feel.

He leans down, brushing his lips over mine. I try to catch his lips with mine, but he doesn't let me. He's teasing me again. I whine as he laughs at me.

He laughs at me. How dare he, when i want him so bad and I know he wants me too. How dare he, when he knows how desperate I am for his touch. How dare he, when I'm lying naked underneath him and he is denying me what I want.

"What is it? Annoyed? What do you want, princess?" he asked me tauntingly.

I lift up my hand to caress him. I let my hand slide higher up the back of his neck, having my fingers intertwine with his locks and pulling him down by them until my lips are right next to his ear. He lets me.

I lick at his earlobe experimentally and a soft moan comes from the God's lips that I enjoyed a little too much. I took his earlobe in my mouth and sucked on it a few times, making Loki melt on top of me.

I stop only to whisper in his ear; "I want you to fuck me." his entire demeanor changes as he looks me in the eyes. I'm suddenly hyper aware of my naked body and his hard length pushing against my thigh through his pants. The thought of him fucking me with it makes a pleasurable shiver run up my spine.

He flashes me a cunning smile and gets off the bed, leaving me cold and naked. His gaze scans over me while he takes off his lounge pants. My eyes land on his now bare cock, the sight making my mouth water and my pussy clench.

Gods, it looks delicious. I wouldn't mind having a taste of it. It's long yet still girthy and I'm suddenly nervous about the sheer size of it. He looks at me knowingly before finally getting on the bed again and on top of me. He settles in between my legs to admire me again.

"Turn around, pet." he commands. I do as he says and turn around, keeping myself upright with my knees and having my arms stretched out in front of me. He lets his hand travel the flesh of my thighs, the curve of my ass, the dip of my waist.

I can hear the sheets ruffling and I'm about to look behind me to see what he was doing, before I feel his tongue on my cunt again. I moan at the unexpected feeling. He laps at my pussy for a bit, drinking my arousal like it's his favorite beverage. He lets go of my waist and I feel his finger spreading my lips apart.

"So wet all for me. Look at that, pet. You're throbbing." fuck, and I can feel it as he uses his finger to spread my arousal through my pussy lips. The friction has me bucking my hips when i suddenly feel his finger probing at my entrance.

He pushes his slender finger inside of me, making me moan out his name. He curls his finger, making it hit that spongy spot inside of me. Gods, he's making me go feral. He pulls out his finger now, but before I can whine at the loss, he enters two fingers inside me.

He pumps his fingers in and out for a bit, but then switches to scissoring them inside my cunt, making me almost squeal in pleasure. He begins to lick at my clit again. The feeling of him sucking at the sensitive bud and scissoring his finger inside of me has me keening and the coil in my stomach quickly tightening.

My pussy clamps down on his fingers and he knows I'm about to cum. He suddenly stops all his movements, keeping his fingers inside my cunt, making me whine and mewl at my failed orgasm.

"Stop your whining. Didn't I tell you? I decide when you cum and I won't let you cum unless it's on my cock, do you understand?" I whine at his words, my mind being too far gone to string together coherent sentences to answer him.

"So pathetic for me. Look at you, lying there with your ass up just for me. And you like it, don't you?" I whine in response. "Of course you do, you're mine now. I'll do anything I want to you and you'll let me." he proves his point by spreading apart my ass cheeks and licking a stripe from my clit to my ass. I moan at the sensation.

"Do you want me to fuck you? Hm? Do you want me to make you mine?" he splays his hand down on my scalp, scratching it with his fingernails before tightly grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me up against his chest.

"Yes! Yes, please, make me yours. Please, Loki." I beg pathetically, but I don't care. I want him to fuck me already and I'll say anything to make it so.

He harshly throws me down on the bed again, shoving my face into the pillow in the process. I yelp at the unexpected action. Loki's hand travels now from out of my hair, over my back, my waist, to my ass. His other hand pumps up and down his dick slowly.

He starts to tease me with the tip of his cock, guiding it through my folds and spreading my arousal and his precum. I moan at the feeling, bucking my hips because why is he not railing me yet?

He stops his movements, his cock stilling right where my entrance is. I'm about to ask him why he stopped when i feel the tip of his dick entering me. I let out a near pornographic moan. Fuck, is he gooood.

The stretch feels so good after all his teasing, but he's not pushing any more of his cock in. Instead, leaving just the tip and staying where he is. I whine when i realize this and he knows exactly why.

"What is it? You want more, pet? Don't be greedy, take what I give you." he says, with a degrading tone to his voice that makes my cunt squeeze down on him. He cursed at this notion, but stayed as he is. I try to buck my hips to get more of him, but his strong hands are keeping me in place.

"Please, come on, I've been good. Pleaseeee." I beg him. "Please, Loki, i-" before I can finish my sentence he thrusts his whole length into me in one swift movement, making me choke on a sob from the pain and pleasure.

He doesn't still to let me adjust. Instead, he sets a rough pace. Fucking in and out of me fast and deep. So fucking deep, I can feel him in my stomach. I'm sure that if I had the physical strength to reach, I would be able to feel a bulge in my stomach from his cock.

My curses are high pitched and incoherent as the snap of his hips continues. "That what you wanted? Did you want to be fucked like this, hm?" I sob at his words, too overwhelmed to say anything.

"Is it too much, pet? But you were just begging me to take you, begging me to make you mine."

"T-too much-" I manage to stutter out in between his thrusts.

"Shut up, you can take it." he says in a mean tone of voice that send a shiver down my spine. "You asked for it. This is what greedy whores get." my pussy squeezes him like a vice at the degrading name he called me. Fuck, did that turn me on.

"Oh, you like being called that, hm? You like being treated like a dumb bitch." he says, grabbing a handful of my hair again and lifting up my head. "Don't you?" he asks me, emphasizing his words with a deep thrust. I answer with a guttural moan. He seems content with that answer, though. A sadistic smile claiming his lips.

"Turn over." he says all of a sudden, pulling his cock out of me and I whine at the empty feeling before obeying his order and lying down on my back now.

He leans down again and catches my lips in an aggressive kiss. He licks at my bottom lip, into my mouth. He thrusts back inside of me fully, catching me off guard. He swallows the moan it coaxes out of me and starts thrusting at the same unforgiving pace.

I close my eyes, too far gone to keep them open from the pleasure. His hand snaked towards my neck and chokes me, making my eyes shoot wide open and my hand clamp on to his.

"There we go." he says with a smile. "Keep your eyes on me, pet." so I do. I try with all my might to keep my eyes on him. Gods, the choking isn't helping. My senses are all overwhelmed, completely focused on the feeling of his cock spearing into me.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

I hear him curse under his breath when i feel the coil in my stomach tightening for the third time this evening, making my pussy clamp down on him again.

"Fuck, so tight for me. You feel so good." he brings his free hand to my clit, rubbing calculated circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I wanna cum inside you. Let me?" it sounds more like a demand than a question, but I shakily nod my head anyway.

The coil in my stomach gets tighter by the second. The snapping of his hips, the squeezing of his hand on my throat, the circling of his thumb on my clit. All of it.

Tightening... Tightening....

"Cum for me, princess." he tells me.

The coil snaps and the best orgasm of my life rips through my body. My pussy clamps down on him like a vice, my eyes roll to the back of my head, my jaw falls slack. He fucks me through my high and I can hear him cursing at how tight I am.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum inside you." he curses, his pace growing sloppy as he's nearing his high. He keeps fucking up into me, making me cry out from overstimulation.

A string of curse words falls from his lips as I feel his hot cum painting my walls. He rides out his high, letting his body relax on top of me. He embraces me gently, a stark contrast to how he was fucking me just a second ago. His hips cease their rocking motion.

We lie there for a bit like that; Him carefully holding me, his cock growing soft inside of me. Our sweaty bodies unwinding and relaxing against each other. I come to after a bit, finally snapping out of my brainless daze.

"So you really thought that I was fucking your brother?" I ask him.

"Yes, I did." he sighs. I chuckle at his tired response.

"So what was your first thought when you read my mind and figured out I most certainly was not?"

"Surprise at the disgusting thoughts that courses through your head about me, mainly." he says tauntingly. "But also relief."

"Awhh how sweet." I coax.

"You know, I was right." he says in a cocky tone.

"About what?"

"That dress doesn't do you justice and I was exactly right about what does." he answers. I chuckle at his words.

"You know what I was also right about?"

"No, what's that, Prince?" I ask teasingly.

"You let me show you exactly what did do you justice, princess."

[mischiefmaker615]

Touch-Starved

Rating: R

Summary: How long is to long for Loki when he can't hold himself back anymore?

Requester: @Laer111ee (wattpad)

Loki’s hands slowly glided along his thighs as he fought to hide his anxiousness. The scent of you was alluring, your body heat close enough to feel and your delicate laugh as a comical scene played out amongst the television was reason alone to have a grin tug at his lips.

Friends. Just friends. He had thought his flirtations and gentleman acts here and there would be enough to have you in his arms by now, but that just.. wasn’t the case. If anything, your shy and nervous reactions would send you trying to avoid him any chance you had. He knew, you knew. He liked you, you liked him. he wished to advance, you would blush and nervously retreat. Was he being to strong? Its not like he was being as cocky and annoying as Tony Stark.. and yet that iron idiot had women in his bed practically every night.

Was he not understanding something in this Midgardian life amongst the tower? The limited quarters perhaps not giving him enough chances to work on this relationship? Questions ran rapid in his head where most of the time he would find himself zoning in thought; not that he cared for any conversation the heroes would have before him. of course his attention would always come to when you would begin speaking.

His finger tips tingled, aching to touch you, to feel your smooth skin, to feel your silky hair, to feel your luscious lips, to taste your dripping c-

‘’where’d the remote go?’’

His thoughts snapped as he blinked and realized the credits were already playing through and he found you shifting in your seat beside him to find the control device.

‘’um.. perhaps it’s fallen somewhere?’’ he offered as he began to shift as well, finding no remote at his sides as his eyes watched you get up.

‘’it probably just dropped between the cushions like last time,’’ you sigh and get to your knees as you look under the couch for the remote.

Loki’s eyes instantly glued themselves to your back line that arched perfectly, a perfect display in your crop top. Your jean shorts framing your perfect ass as he found himself leaning a bit forward, licking his lips as he prayed for one taste of your fresh. By the time you sat up on your heels, he had quickly leaned back and eyed anywhere else as if he had continued to search.

‘’found it’’ you proudly annoyance with a smile and set it on the table. ‘’so what did you think?’’ you ask, resting an arm on the couch as you found your new position strangely comfortable enough where you didn’t sit beside him, rather looked up at him from where you were now.

Gods what he’d give to see her kneeling beside him like that every day of his life..

‘’it was quite.. interesting, though I’m unsure on why they gave up trying to reposition on the floating wreckage, do humans give up so easily?’’

‘’some do, but the smart ones would have done a lot of things differently. But if you get to annoyed, at least the characters themselves aren’t real. Just the unfortunate accident.’’ You sigh and rest your chin in your palm as your other hand rested on your thigh, your eyes gazing a little at him and not just his eyes slowly.

‘’accident? Weren’t those sailors distracted? It was out of poor negligence that cost the lives of thousands.’’ Loki scoffed, accidently showing how much he really was paying attention to the movie. Her slight roaming eyes had him hush his other comments and slowly raised a brow. ‘’you’ve only had one glass of wine didn’t you?’’

You merely waved your hand with a slight laugh. ‘’yeah but my tolerance kind of lowered after awhile, if anything it just puts me in a relaxed-feel good mood’’

The opportunity seemed to present itself as Loki leaned forward and rested his arms on his knees, his face a bit closer to yours as your demeanor started to slowly change into your cute, shy state. ‘’is that why you chose to sit next to me on the couch and not on the other side?’’

As much as he loved to tease you, perhaps this is exactly why you shyed away from him. he did this to himself.. despite it being his nature. If he could be straight forward with you, he would.. but he supposed he strayed away from that just as much as you shyed away.

Your cheeks reddened as he got closer and your eye contact faltered. ‘’..n-no it’s just.. better to see the tv at this angle’’ you lied, feeling stupid considering who were lying too as he grinned.

‘’I thought you’ve seen this movie a thousand times, as you said’’ his voice got noticeably lower, almost as if that alone would help you give him eye contact again as his hand began to ache. It was quite difficult resisting the urge to turn your face so you looked at him, the thought of your smooth chin on his finger pad made something ache as well.

‘’well-‘’

Just as you were about to speak, your phone buzzed and you were quick to pick it up. ‘’I’m sorry I have to take this-‘’ you said quickly and scooted back to your feet and left the room.

His first thought was to have you forget the phone, it could wait, but the name on the screen showed it was your mother and he knew better than to get in-between that. His eyes merely watched you leave and he sighed to himself. He would take any chance he could get with you, but things weren’t looking good in other departments.

~

Take what he could get.. what a silly sentence. Grateful as he was, he was practically being starved and teased at every mere movement of you. Thought, scent and sight.

He would walk close enough or pass by for your arms to brush up against each other. Drop things and pick them up at the same time so your hands would touch briefly. Sit or lean close enough to take in that scent he loved so much. As much as he hated being stuck in cramped cars, he was blessed enough for the close seats in the back you got together. It wasn’t enough..

You moved along the halls towards your room, having come back from a boring Avenger’s meeting that probably could have been emailed. As you entered your room, you took a few steps in to set your notebook down on your desk but noticed your door didn’t click shut when you had lightly swung the door. Grumbling, you go back to close it only to get startled when a hand landed on the back and prevented you from closing it.

A step back was your first move but only allowed the unknown being to open the door wider and revealed it to be Loki. A sigh left your lips in slight relief but your eyes turned in concern.

‘’I thought you were still in the meeting room, everything okay?’’

‘’we need to talk.’’ He said, not angry but scary calm as he took a step forward and closed the door inside. ‘’you’ve been avoiding me.’’

You played dumb as you glanced away. ‘’no- it’s just been busy.. we watched a movie though-‘’

‘’last week.’’ He said and took a step closer as she took a slight step back.

‘’Loki I don’t-‘’

‘’am I doing something wrong?’’

The concern in his voice had your eyes move to his in a second and you took a breath. ‘’..about what?’’

‘’I’m afraid I’m not to well adverse with Midgardian techniques but.. I’m afraid my advances only drive you away..’’ he said with a sigh, a deep one as the pressure off his mind finally could come to a close.

This had you shuck in a breath as your body stilled. Loki just admitted.. he liked you.. he liked you! you blinked at him almost as if to make sure he was really there and after a moment of him starring at you with a breath being taken in deeply, your cheeks reddened and you looked away.

‘’..you aren’t doing anything wrong Loki-.. I have feelings for you as well..’’ you voice was practically a whisper but he heard you perfectly fine and your eyes returned to make sure he was still breathing.

His lips parted but no words came out, staring at you as you had to him as he shifted in stance. ‘’then.. why avoid me?’’

You bit your lip, unable to admit that it was because your shy, that you are afraid to mess this up, to possibly lose a friendship, unsure how to go about the next steps. It was almost speaking through your eyes as your gaze slowly made its way back to his.. those gentle blue eyes with a smile almost giving the same sensation as a comforting hug would.

‘’I see.. I am to darling, but with the now freed information leaving our bodies, you have to admit you feel a little bit better, don’t you?’’ he asked, his voice just as low as yours as he slowly started to take steps towards you.

Your body stayed still, your hands and fingers almost twiddling as you didn’t know what to do with them. Your gaze held with his, holding it as he stepped close enough for your shoes to touch. Your body shook, not completely out of shyness.. but with anticipation.

‘’Y/n..’’ he asked, his hands in loose fists at his sides as he looked down at you, your heights making themselves known.

‘’yes?..’’ you whisper.

‘’I can practically smell your alluring anticipation.. I dare say you are just as desperate as I right now?’’ he asked with a whisper and your cheeks reddened.

Even with your rooms dim lighting you knew he could see your reddened cheeks and the shame in your eyes at the truth as your fingers began to tingle, feeling the strong urge to touch him.. to smell him.. his silky locks through your fingers.. skin against yours.. his hardened-

The feeling of his lips were enough to snap you out of your thoughts as he kissed you. your body was quick to participate as you kissed him with need and he kissed you with desperation. Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, your suspicions being true as just how soft it really was. Your bodies pressed up against each other as he gripped your hips, bringing them closer to his own as your throbbing cunt felt his hardened length.

He backed you up until you feel backwards on the bed, Loki following in hot pursuit as your lips rarely left his own. His fingers laced with yours as he pinned them beside your head, his lips moving to your cheeks and jawline while you moaned with pleasure.

‘’of gods.. you are everything I dreamed you would be and more..’’ he breathed as he left open mouth kisses against your skin down your neck.

You bit your lip but your moans couldn’t stay quiet as goosebumps spread against your skin and you squirmed with need beneath him as he pressed his body down against yours. Gods you both practically moaned at how well you fit against each other like a glove.

‘’please..’’ you whimpered as your wrists tried to pull themselves from his hands to grip onto them, but against a god’s strength it was obviously useless. Though Loki seemed to enjoy your pleads as a grin spread across his lips and kissed below your ear where you were ticklish.

‘’you wish for me to touch you more? Perhaps.. elsewhere?’’ he whispered, his voice almost a growl as you fought beneath him.

You gave a shy nod as you whimpered but he nipped your skin delicately with his teeth.

‘’use your words darling..’’

‘’p-please.. touch me Loki..’’ you whimper, back arching against him as he sat up with a smirk.

‘’good girl..’’ he praised before he pulled your wrists up gently so you sat up.

Just before your hands could go to run themselves against him, his grip was at the end of your shirt and it was up and off before you could even blink. You had on a sexy black bra on as your hair fell down behind you, hands gripping his own shirt before he chuckled and removed it. your eyes widened at how toned he was, wasting no time to run your hands against his skin with your lips caressing his chest.

His hands gripped your hips while his cock pushed against you practically through his pants. You knew he could feel how wet you were even through your pants and you shifted with need as your fingers gripped his shoulders.

‘’P-ple-‘’

‘’patience darling, you’ve made me wait a very long time after all’’ he smirked before your wrists seemed to have some invisible force wrap around them before you were back being pinned against the mattress with Loki not even laying a finger on you.

Magic.

‘’no fair-‘’ you whined as he leaned back down to capture your lips with his own again, his tongue rewarding you for ceasing your fight as your own massaged his.

His lips slowly moved down again, kissing your cleavage as his hands ran up and down your sides with a soft grip here and there. ‘’hold very still darling..’’ he whispered as you lifted your head to see exactly his next move.

Just as you exhaled, you heard a snap and the pressure of your bra loosened as his dagger could be seen vanishing through thin air. Apparently, he had cut down the middle of your bra and his hands moved to cup each one. ‘’I’ll purchase you a new one..’’ he groaned as his eyes fluttered closed at how good your globes felt in his hands.

Your head fell back as you closed your eyes with a pleasured sigh, your body raising against his hands with need as he gripped and massaged. The feeling of his mouth on one made your eyes open against with a bit of your lip while your cheeks reddened at the lewd act. You felt his hand play with your other breast as he pinched at your nipple while his mouth sucked and his tongue flicked your other.

Gods she was like a dream.. as if her personality wasn’t enough, her body was matched exquisitely..

He never felt more blessed than with the one he loved before him, heart to heart and passion to passion. If he had been doing all this right all along and you had just been shying away because of the newness of it all, than he’d have too take things slow to now overwhelm you. would this mean you’d both become partners? Boyfriend and girlfriend as the Midgardians called it.. feelings were mutual so there’d be without a doubt a connect following after this one and he couldn’t wait to continue studying your mind and heart as passionately as he would your body tonight..

His mouth and hand switched places and by the passing time he had you practically a panting mess. Your wrists pulled at his magic but it remained intact as your legs tried to close, just to grip his waist. His fingers played with your zipper now of your pants and he raised his body up now to pay close attention to what he was about to do.

‘’I plan to worship you tonight darling, all of you, every single inch. i will be slow and gentle and by then when I have you a panting mess, we’ll see just how red those cheeks can be..’’ he teased with a grip as they began to redden already while his fingers gripped your pants and pulled them off as he stood before you.

You laid out before him like a feast as he eyed you hungrily, his gaze alone making you squirm as your fists clenched. ‘’touch me Loki.. I cant wait any longer..’’ you begged, your voice needy and desperate and music to his ears as his hands ran slowly up your slender legs and thighs until they came to grip your matching, silky panties.

‘’as the goddess demands’’ he whispers and slowly pulls them off of you as his eyes took hold of your glistening cunt. The mere sight made him slowly drop to his knees and breathed out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. ‘’darling.. you look absolutely magnificent for me.. all for me and only me..’’ his voice darkened as he reached and gripped your hips, pulling you forward just enough so you were close to the edge of the bed and he moved your legs over his strong shoulders.

His body was shaking, shaking with need, excitement, fulfillment.. pleasure.. he had been waiting for this for so long, for her love, her touch, the truth and now that they both knew were they stood, his heart couldn’t have settled if he wanted it too.

Your own body was shaking with the same desire and connection. You weren’t a virgin, but.. love was different for everyone, no matter how many partners. Your cheeks were red by your exposure, but your body and heart wanted this, so you made no negative movements as your body began to relax by how he gazed upon you.

‘’I want nothing more tonight than to worship you Y/n.. let me please you..’’ he whispered before he slowly gave you one stoke with his tongue that made you shiver, take a breath and for your mind to practically freeze with no thought, just feeling.

There was no room for thoughts as all you could do was feel as his tongue glided slowly up and down against your cunt. He was savoring, testing our reactions, enjoying every single moment of this as you lay helpless and at his mercy. Your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you and your legs shook upon his shoulders.

His fingers kept your folds parted as his tongue lapped while his other hand gripped and rubbed your thigh. Every so often he would leave open mouth kisses against your clit, almost sending an electrifying jolt through your body as you eased into his pleasures. He then proceeded to suck on your clit, having you gasp as he flicked his tongue and felt him grin against you at how well your body reacted to him.

Your back was arching as the pleasure was building inside of you and the way he was moaning was sending vibrations through you that just heightened everything that was building. Your hips would buck slightly now and again, Loki holding firm against you to keep you from moving away or closing your legs out of pure reaction.

You began to pant and his administrations began to get a bit faster, despite how he wished to keep you on edge for as long as he wished to keep this moment going.. but not tonight. There was going to be no teasing, you’ve both waited for each other long enough.

He slowly inserted one of his long digits into your pussy, curling it and stroking in the same rhythm as his mouth as he worked you into a panting mess. He wanted you wishing for more and denied you any more fingers so you’d soon be begging for his cock instead. His poor member was straining against his pants as he ignored it and sped up his work between your legs as your hands flew to his hair and gripped.

Your body erupted into pleasure as your orgasm ripped through your whole body. Your cunt clenched and fluttered around his finger as he slowed but didn’t stop his tongue nor his digit as you moaned his name repeatedly that imitated music to his ears.

Pleasure flowed through you as he helped you ride out your wave and despite your whining, slowed down all together as he lifted his head finally to let you catch your breath. His smile was everything you could ever want to see in this world and he wasted none of your essence from his face or his hand as he lapped it up with a grin.

‘’you are absolutely wonderful darling,’’ he breathed and stood to lean down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss.

‘’we’ve waited to long..’’ you breathed with a small grin as he chuckled above you.

‘’and we shall waste no more time,’’ he grinned and his hand gently pushed you back down on the bed from your chest at your attempt to sit up. ‘’ah ah ah darling, I’m not finished yet’’ he tsked and sank back to his knees between your legs again, your body already shaking with anticipation as he smirked up at you.

‘’I know you can give me a few more this way.’’

[smolvenger]

The Ceremony (Loki x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: You and your dear prince, Loki of Asgard, are finally getting married. But in order for the marriage to be legitimate, your wedding night and consummation must be witnessed...

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: 18+ SMUT Y'ALL ! SMUT! SMUT IN THE LAST THIRD! Voyeurism, loss of virginity, fem receiving oral, p in v sex, dirty talk, loss of innocence kink and some possessiveness kink. But lots of fluff, especially romantic, wedding fluff. Loki is a good protective fiancee/husband. I did wee research on Norse weddings but it's not about the accuracy, it's about the vibes.

A/N: This was written especially for @lokisprettygirl/ @lokisprettygirl22 (if I tag the wrong person, I apologize!) Follower Count Celebration as a submission! Wanted to try something I always wanted to write and get a new piece out there! Enjoy!

Comments, reblogs, dms, and asks about my work are always appreciated!

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A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

“The Wedding Night must be witnessed by the court in order for the marriage to be valid,” Heimdall announced.

There was a silence over the table where all of you sat. Your jaw dropped and the look on the face of your intended prince Loki, became pure white. The other faces at the table all remained composed. Though Thor looked down a little, blushing.

Your dear Prince Loki asked you to marry him in his mother’s garden. You kissed him and said yes as you both cried happy tears and embraced. You were not born to royalty like he. You understood that there were certain parts of etiquette that had to be upheld. Traditions that would be honored. And everything you learned so far made sense and didn’t seem too bad or out of place. Bow to the AllFather as king. Use “please” and “thank you.” Watch your words. Show respect to the Allmother Frigga. All of that was common sense.

But this…this was different.

You had never lain with a man before. You and Loki shared heated kisses and embraces, but they were always interrupted before it could go further. Sif would walk in and clear her throat. Frigga would call to talk to her son. And then hearing on the insistence of a future princess being chaste, you thought it was pure dumb luck. After the engagement, both of you agreed to wait. So, there would be absolutely no reason for anyone to object to the marriage.

But the times you imagined what your first time would be like, you never imagined it being watched by others!

“There are…ways around it, but it is how it is done…and Y/N, your parents assured us you are…untouched, yes?” Heimdall asked, despite the slight embarrassment in his tone.

“Yes…yes I am,” you confirmed.

Loki glanced at you, then he stretched out a hand to hold yours on the table.

“We…we don’t have to do it. No one should force Y/N to do it!” he argued.

“First, we must guarantee a possible heir should Thor never have one.”

Thor flared his nostrils.

“Second and more important, we need certainty of the marriage’s consummation. It could risk annulment if not-then you both will not even be considered married.”

Loki moved his chair to be closer to you and wrapped a protective arm around you. You could feel him tighten up. Like he was going to whip out his daggers and fight Heimdall there and then.

“Could I have a say in this? A choice?” you voiced out.

The idea….of people all watching then turned in your head. It was a little nerve wracking. But something else was stirring inside you. Finally making love to the most desirable man in the nine realms as people watched became suddenly…titillating. You felt your lower innards already begin to anticipate it. It was no longer dread…it was excitement.

Loki gripped your hand and arm. Both of you shared a look and then you stared out at them. Faces all turned to you. Odin was quiet and crossed his arms. Frigga only folded her hands, but her eyes were soft. Her mouth half-open as if to speak, yet she didn’t. Thor’s eyes became giant, blue plates on his face, and he listened with intensity. Now they had to listen to you- their future princess.

“I say…we should do it. We will have the bedding ceremony. It’s tradition and might as well follow it. And that way, no one will question Loki being my husband, as he is in my heart already,” you announced.

Loki relaxed- you felt the muscles from his arm and the hold on his hand soften. He even blinked rapidly and began a slow smile.

“I have my consent for the bedding ceremony,” you announced.

Loki looked at them with a nod.

“If she is fine by it, then so am I.” he agreed.

Done and done. Heimdall nodded with a small smile-it was settled with only a minor conflict. The table then moved on to discuss other things about the wedding. One minute you were discussing the consummation, and next there was discussion of what color the bridesmaids would wear, and which roast meat to serve at the feast! When they got up and left, Loki practically pulled you aside. He touched your shoulders, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Y/N. Let me know. You don’t have to please them-you don’t have to let them force you to do anything you don’t want to. Please tell me- you can always tell me your secrets, darling. Y/N- are fine with the consummation ceremony?”

“Why do you ask?” you pressed.

Loki cupped your cheek with both hands. His voice grew intense.

“I swore to you to defend you. And this includes my own palace- I won’t let any of them humiliate you! I’ll kill them if they do!” he declared.

You leaned into his touch, kissing his hand. You gave him a smile. You reached up to touch his hand, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

“Loki…I…I am fine by it. I am…you need not worry. I think it will be nerve wracking, yes. I am not out of my wits to admit it. But it’s also…tantalizing.  I like the idea of people watching us when we do it,” you replied.

You heard him let out a long exhale. Then he wrapped his arms around you to keep you close. You both looked up at each other. You could sense the adoration in his eyes. He was protective-because he cared about you. And that made you even prouder to call him yours.

“My dear lady…and soon my wife…if this is not under any pressure, and your decision…then it is yours and ours,” he said.

You gave him a kiss on the cheek. He flashed a smile that could make Jotun itself melt.

“Then…only a week?” you asked.

“Only a week.” He confirmed.

“But Loki, when I lie with you the first time…Will it hurt?”

He smiles.

“Maybe not…unless you beg me to hurt you…”

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

Seven days flew by. Before you knew it, the wedding arrived.

It was a beautiful, opulent wedding. Flowers decorated the place in every corner. There was going to be an altar, or a hörgr, placed on the throne room on a table. Even that was decorated. There were green ribbons tied around each column and table. After all, you were still marrying a prince! The guests were all bedecked in their finest clothes. Long silk gowns and velvet draping the floors. To make sure there was no doubt that this was a royal wedding.

      Your bridesmaids did their best to calm you in the other room before it began. One squeezed your hand. The other smoothed out the skirt of your dress. Assuring you it would be alright.

It made your mind wander. You were about to lie with Prince Loki for the first time in front of others. It made your heartbeat faster. But no... that was for later. Now you only had to stand by at an altar and make vows before the AllFather. That was all. Nothing complicated.

“I heard that prince Loki himself is nervous! Pacing about the halls in his cape! All because he wants to be good for you! He’s the same as you are now!” one gossiped.

“Really?” you asked.

“Yes, really! Everyone gets nervous on their wedding day, Y/N!”

You did notice a little crumb on your dress from when all of you had snacks of bread, cheese, and grapes to keep you satiated before the meal. You laughed and wiped it off.

Your own gown was a white one- to represent innocence. Virtue. Though now that you were about to become a princess it sparkled everywhere in the long, full skirt. It was as if you were made of diamonds. But there was a touch of sensuality to it. The sleeves fell off your shoulders and revealed your neckline and collarbones. You had to smile at the big of cleavage it did show. To give Loki especially what he had to look forward to. Tonight, and all his nights.

Then it was announced for the marriage ceremony to begin. Your own parents went over to stand by you to give you away. to stand in the front row. To see you, their dear little girl, on her big day.

Servants held out lit candles for everyone. Thor's own seemed tiny in his big hands. Only Loki and Heimdall, who was performing the ceremony, did not hold any. Loki, bedecked in his armor, a smaller version of his helmet (he was worried if he kissed you, the larger helmet would knock down and whack you on the head before everyone watching), and green cape, turned to Thor.

"Brother, do not fret. I'll do the fretting for you!" Thor assured like a puppy wagging its tail. Thor couldn’t whisper if he tried, but his tone of voice was soft.

"How do I look?" Loki asked, rechecking to make sure his armor was clean for the hundredth time.

"Like a groom!” Thor assured him.

"Good..."

Thor patted a large hand on his shoulder. Then at the presence of so many flowers, the god of thunder sneezed a sneeze that could rattle bones into his arm.

      The guests all took their places, standing around the great throne room. They began to murmur like an audience to a new play. Then a few lutes, woodwinds, and a harp began playing. It was finally time.

Down went wedding party. Walking slowly to savor the occasion. They stood in their places before the altar. The guests all smiled brightly.

But none as much as Loki when you walked out.

  You walked down. You wore a veil over your face and saw it through that filter of white. But thin enough you could distinguish everything. It glittered like snow in the moonlight. You sensed that the guests smiled at you.  Your mother and father escorted you down there. You saw the court shifting their faces. Just to get a glimpse of you walking by.

 But you saw Loki at the altar through it. And feelings overflowed your chest to see him.  Despite the trembling in his hands, when you walked out, he instantly relaxed. Both of you locked eyes. You saw a small ghost of a laugh that made his shoulders drop. The gold among his green and black robes seemed to glow even more.

You noticed Thor in his long, red cape and silver breastplate next to his brother. Odin in his own armor and Frigga with her hair done up and standing bedecked in a gold dress and an elaborate necklace beaming at you. Odin looked a little bored, but what did you care? You were marrying the love of your life! You would deal with your father-in-law’s nonsense later.  

As you approached it, you handed your bouquet of flowers to a bridesmaid. Loki was standing taller when you got closer. His cheeks were red. You felt him warm up as you approached him. Then he took the veil and, with his powerful hands, lifted it from your face.

      All the eyes were on you and your own bread was curdling in your stomach. But as you looked into his eyes, you felt it was all worth it. You had never seen Loki beam so happily in ages. Your father gave you a kiss on the forehead from over the veil.  He placed your hand on Loki's. He then looked at the prince. Loki gave your father a wink and then both of you turned to face Heimdall.

You felt the god’s fingers between yours as he held it. You were entering this union together. IT was all you felt. It was like the world was just a buzz. The ringing of bells heard only in the distance. You turned your head to admire his handsome profile, and he looked back at you. For only a second, it was as if the two of you were alone in the realm. Then with an exhale, you both turned towards the altar.

"Dear people of Asgard, we are here to witness the matrimonial rite of Prince Loki, God of Mischief and Y/N. Now-make your vows to each other,” Heimdall intoned with his own powerful baritone, he raised a hand.

You both turned to each other, holding hands before the altar. Loki looked at you with his beautiful, blue eyes, and though they were wedding vows, they seemed to come naturally as if they were words just appearing in his mouth.

"I, Loki, do swear before the AllFather and AllMother, take you to be my wife, my friend, my lover, and my companion. From this day until only death parts us. Before our family and friends, I pledge you my fidelity, refusing all others as long as we live. My softest words and tenderest embraces. The protection of my crown, my magic, my sword, and my body. In battle and in peace. In sickness and in health. In joy and in sorrow. I shall respect and love you boundlessly, no matter what may happen to me or what you may do. I shall support and cherish you each morning, day and night.  From this hour, as long as we both live."

The words from him sounded so lovely, you felt a small tear in the corner of your eye. But your smile never dropped.

With a steady voice, you said your own vows back at him. There was an exchange of swords between your families and Loki’s-to symbolize the protection you would give each other. Heimdall’s then brought two rings, conjured by magic. You each slipped a ring on the finger of the other. Perfectly fitting gold bands, golden as his helmet, as light, as warmth. Both of you peeked down at the pretty bands and how they matched each other. For both of you knew, two souls so in love they merged and melded as one.

“AllFather and AllMother, protect and bless them, guide them in their new union…” all began to pray.

There were a few final prayers and a hymn. Incense was lit in honor of Freya, the goddess of love, along with an offer of flowers. Then Heimdall turned you both to face the palace. Heimdall was a serious man, but you heard his voice declaring with joy from behind you.

      "The AllFather and Allmother Now, before all the gods, the people of Asgard, and -I now declare you both-Prince and Princess of Asgard. Husband and wife. Now...seal your vows with a kiss before all."

Loki turned his face to you.  You felt his hands go to your waist pulling you closer. He kissed you there in front of everyone. You felt his tongue push forward. and you let a small sound at the feeling of it. Definitely a more sensual kiss than the normal chaste pecks he would give you in his family’s presence. You could taste cinnamon on his tongue and feel the slight brush of his long eyelashes against your face from how close he was. Then he let go. 

Everyone raised their candles and cried "All praise the AllFather and Allmother. The Prince and Princess of Asgard!"

Then they blew out their candles and applauded. You and Loki held hands as music soared. Both of you walked arm in arm. Glancing at each other like excited children and then each other. Flowers petals were even thrown in your direction as you both made you way down there. Down to the feast.

 The meal was brief. At least, it felt brief for you. Talking and attending to so many people who came over to wish you both congratulations. Loki even made a toast, calling himself the luckiest man in the nine realms to be yours. There was more food than you could name. You enjoyed the foods served that you loved. Loki insisted that you have a break from talking to guests to eat your own food at your own wedding. You ate until you were full, but not surplus to where you would get sick. Good night, if you had to have your wedding night before witnesses, you were not going to vomit.

But the time was passing. Loki looked over at you. He noticed a servant take away your plate.

“My love…are you ready now….for the…the other ceremony?” he asked.

Your heart picked as if you were running, though you sat still. Then you nodded. You brought his hands to yours and kissed it.

“Yes, husband, I am,” you assured him.

Loki looked at Heimdall. He rose and all the happy chatter from the meal fell silent.  

“Now…it is time for the bedding ceremony…” Heimdall announced.

You were led into two separate chambers. Your bridesmaids dressed you out of your gown into a white robe. It was made of lace that was so light on your skin, it was a little cold. But it was beautiful, and you touched the pattern of the fabric of your sleeves to feel it. They escorted you out through the halls. You felt your blood course through you, but you did your best to put on a brace face. But there was some stifled and suppressed giggling from all of them- even you out of your own mixed excitement and nervousness.

You were led back out to the throne room. Now there were torches alight, but it was still dark. The night’s darkness had shone and spread her ink through, and one needed a lit candle to get around. There was a crowd of courtiers, all of whom were wedding guests. But most striking of all- a bed was moved to be there in that room.

It was a canopy bed with light, white drapes. enough room for the two of you to sleep-or rather, to not sleep. Thin as a summer breeze and just as delicate.  Right before the altar and there, the two thrones. The bed itself was surrounded by flowers around it, lovely white roses and a few green ones, complimenting the green sheets and green pillows. Such a bed could only be conjured there by magic, created by magic.

Loki was then given to you. He had his own silk green robe on. His raven curls dangled over his shoulders. You saw a peek of his delicious chest from the V of the robe and licked your lips. He walked up to you. He wrapped his arms in an embrace and then whispered into your ear.

“Are you ready, my dove? Are you ready?” he repeated.

“Yes…yes I am,” you answered.

There were the musicians- the harps, woodwinds, and you heard drums too. They began to play from the corner. The court gathered more lit candles-it was dark. But with music, the candles, the flowers, and the pretty bed, it did make it…romantic, oddly. It could be much worse. Much worse would be a rough, awkward tumbling before your parents.

Loki cupped your face. He looked at you- raw without all your finery. Seeing every bit of you. His eyes did have lust as they wandered to the skin that peeked from your lace, but there was more…he was quiet. His thumb traced over your lips.

“What is it?” you asked him,

You’re so…so…beautiful…so wonderful…” he murmured.

He gave you a kiss on the forehead. Then He then turned to all of them. He raised his arms out, a signature gesture with that smile that oozed charm and mischief. Such a man. No wonder it was easy to love him. And easier to marry him. Now you only had to lie with him and now that seemed easiest of all. His own voice made desire soak through you and you felt your legs squirm, a wetness growing between you as he said the words.

“Now, all of you wish to watch? Then watch. Witness just how much I love this woman. I adore her. I want her. And now that she is my wife, see how much love and pleasure I can give her in one moment…” He boasted.

He returned to you and began to kiss you. But deeper. It was a loud, wet kiss with more tongue. You could taste the feast on him, his breath. He groaned and he kept doing it, his hands wandering up your back, feeling how only one layer separated your skin from his. He removed his lips and voiced.

“And now…now your innocence is mine too…”

He pressed against you. You felt your own body against him, naturally. His hands went down to the tie of your robe. You began to take shallow breaths, your chest heaving. Loki’s eyes fluttered to see just some of how it moved with your breasts and his smile grew devilish. He only took one step away.

“All of this tucked away from me…not anymore now…let me take you in, my dear…”

He pulled on the knot once and it was undone. He then put his hands to your shoulders and gently slid the robe off. Dramatically revealing your shoulders, your breasts, your stomach. It pooled down to your feet in a puddle of lace, revealing all of you before the court.

The eyes were watching each inch of your skin. You raise an arm to cover yourself out of habit, feeling naked on the inside as well as the outside, but Loki gently removed your arms, smiling over your breasts, stomach, hips.

“You’re exquisite, Y/N…the softness…your shape…everything. And now they all will see you…and they’ll kneel before you as they do to me, it’s only what you deserve, my little princess. Let them see you…let me see you,” he whispered.

With a sigh he kissed you again, pressing his tongue further. He put his hands behind your head. You felt him get hard beneath the thin layer of his emerald silk robe. You wrapped your arms around him, you felt yourself moaning. You were pooling more to where you wondered if a bit of your desire would creep down your thigh. You felt their eyes on you-not in judgement. Maybe like Loki said- in appreciation. Seeing you as a piece of art to be admired. Seeing you as Loki saw you. A goddess in your own right, your own way.

He then picked you up- wrapping his arms around you and you put your legs around him. You let out a little gasp and he only chuckled lightly at you. You felt your own folds opening right before his body and you shuddered, and he did too- that most delicate, private part of you now felt against him. Made public. But in a display that was more for him than for them.

He then set you down onto the bed. Positioned to where you were lying down.

“I can’t believe you’re my husband now…that I’m married to a god…” you said softly to him.

He spread your legs with his long, beautiful hands. You peeked and discovered his own cock was getting hard under his robe.

“I may be a god, but I can show you what it is to be worshipped-my hands, tongue, and cock are your acolytes now…” he replied.

He began to untie his own robe to give him freedom.

“And they make offerings, like this…”

He dove onto the bed. He lifted your legs and plunged his tongue inside your entrance. You felt him lick up your walls-gently exploring.  The feeling of him tasting, sucking on each small bit of you. You begin to gasp and moan.  The crowd whispered lightly.

“L-Loki….it…it feels so good…where…keep…yes-oh!” you began to moan as he tasted you.

 You felt his nose and his breath there, cold against your wet pussy. He gave a peck to each part as he climbed up. Up to where the most precious bud of all was found. He began to lick your clit, slowly. But you felt a tingle all around you. You let out another moan for not only the throne room but for the whole palace to see.

“Oh! Norns-yes…please!” you voiced.

You tried to reach your hands down to feel hm, his hair, his shoulders. To never lose touch of your husband. He paused. You could feel him smile against your opening-his own altar.

“Yes-I want you- let them. Let all of them know who it is who gives you pleasure. Let them all know who it is who you belong to now. Let them all know, and anyone who tries to spoil my marriage, that no man can fuck you like I can…no man can pleasure you like me…”

You let out another moan in response. You could feel the eyes of the crowd widening. Maybe they too were a little aroused by this display. This was a ceremony- sacred and necessary. But this time it was…different. Your own pleasure was there at the center. You made another sound that would have made the AllMother herself blush. Loki’s voice rumbled through your body.

He removed his mouth. He then moved to stand up on the floor, towering over you.

You felt as if you were staring to fly when he tasted you, but you never left the ground. But you had no wings that were open. You had your legs.

He then finally undid the knot of his robe. You realized how wet you were. You ached for him. You were writhing, sighing out. You still felt your folds dripping both with desire and the teasing of his tongue.

“Loki…please….I ache for you-I want you, I’m so ready for you-fuck me into this bed and make me yours!” you mewled.

He smirked. He let his robe fall free of the knot.

“A beautiful little innocent begging for me….hm, I have both in one. A princess and a concubine. How lucy am I… How would that beautiful voice scream when I thrust inside her…”

You ached for release. You felt a throbbing inside you. How long would this take? Would you have to touch yourself before he was done?

“Here…take me…take your husband…make me-one with you. Continue this ceremony! You begged.

There were prayers given up by the crowd. Soft but present.

“Gods protect them. Gods bless them. Gods give them peace.”

There was no denial that Loki himself was a god from his body. Out came his chest-perfectly chiseled pecs and abdominals. Strong biceps and broad shoulders contrasting and complimenting his deliciously small waist. A trail of dark hair leading down to where his hard cock was against his stomach. It was leaking already-he wanted you as much as you wanted him. Maybe more.

With another devilish smile, he then leaned down and got on the bed.

“Now are you ready, sweet little dove, to take me-your god, your husband- are you ready to be my wife?”

You nodded with a whimper.

He crawled on top of you, taking a look over your body. Beautiful and all for him for the rest of his days. And norns, he was going to take care of it. He kept your legs open, then began to sheath himself inside you.

“Gods protect them. Gods bless them. Gods give them peace,” chanted the crowd.

Finally, finally he first entered inside. There was only a little pain-but you let out a shout.

“Oh! Oh-you’re! You’re so…so big! I’m so full!” you cried wantonly.

You could hear the smile in his voice.

“A large cock and a beautiful wife…what more could I want now? Yes- cry out. Tell them how much you love this cock. How much pleasure it gives you, my dear…”

He began to thrust into you. His hips snapping slowly. You were letting out gasps-it felt so good. Better than you could have imagined. You were getting dizzy. You squeezed your eyes shut except to see him. To enjoy the feeling. Each thrust to your insides, to your womb was natural. How he fits you as perfectly as the rings around your finger. A small hymn was being sung by the crowd as the music played. Gentle as a lullaby but instead was not an offering of your virginity to a god of both mischief and desire. But the volume was   matched by your whore-like moans and the grunts of Loki on top of you.

The volume of the song increased. So did his pace.

He picked it up. He lifted your leg to be on top of his shoulder. You could practically hear your skin colliding each time. He began to slam you into the bed. It seemed the altar nearby and each candle was shaking from the power of his thrusts.

“Oh! Oh-my-oh-gods, husband! You’re-oh!” you started to cry.

“Yes…yes bit by bit…I’ll-nrgh-claim you-norns-yes, here on this bed…. Have them-damn-have them all watch-yes-watch you become a wife-gods-watch me -yes-that good little princess, good little wife, good little whore, too-norns-here-taking me-taking me well-“

He then placed you to lean against the tall headboard of the bed. So you sat up, slid you up.

“Darling, uhm-what is-“you could voice.

He wrapped your arms against your waist and hit you deeper. And a finger went down to your bud, and you let out another cry.

You felt the bed shake-you heard the flowers shake with you, petals dropping. The singing and praying and music continued, already overwhelming you with the pleasure of your husband’s cock. And all of them watching you become awakened to the joys of the bedroom before all of them. For them to know how much you both loved each other. And with a gasping kiss, he began to fuck you harder, deeper.

“The-the-the beds! It’s going to-to-to break!” you fretted between each deep, fast thrust. You held onto his chest and kept him close.

“Let it break! Let it! Gods-yes, my little wife-fuck! Giving me everything-norns, gods…”

You were gasping, writhing beneath his touch, feeling it all as he pounded. He was repeating your name, his own hymn in his straining voice.

“My wife, now mine, finally mine-hela-every way mine-should-should have you on the throne too-yes-have you on my cock there, have them watch that too-nrgh!” he grunted with each movement.

And you felt something spinning inside you. You were not going to last. It was all overwhelming you. Sweet overstimulation. The drums were beating, it seemed hard, and his thrusts were getting harder. The harps played and you couldn’t make out the words of the hymn.

He was going at it. Rutting at you-showing both the grace of a prince and the power of a lover. Something was bubbling. Like the wings but about to take flight. You were starting to shake inside. It was growing, growing, you were reaching it, reaching the top. You clutched onto him as you were shaking, practically bouncing on it, the moving bed.

“Loki…I think…Loki I think-I think-I thinkIthink-I’m going to…I’m going to…”

“Then cum, princess-cum for your husband-for them-or-would you-nrg-rather I stop-stop letting you enjoy this!” he hissed out.

“N-no! Please! Please don’t stop! Please! Please-don’t stop! Don’t stop don’tstopdon’tstopdontstopson’tstop-“ you were begging.

He was pounding into you at a faster rate than you thought. He fingered your clip, circles matching the speed of his cock.  He gave began to repeat your name. Like a growl, and then his voice increasing in volume. You were spinning, thrown out of control, bursting up, and up

“My-My prince! I-“

You felt something in you-then you let out a last voice into a scream.

You felt it burst on you. Your first climax. You felt him give another quick thrust and he came too with a cry. Then he held you, his thrusting slowed. You nestled into him. Your pussy was shaking and quivering harder than you thought it possible.

As the witnesses all watched-the members of the court. Feeling this spectacle. Right here in this bedroom. There was a last verse of the hymn. Then a final repetition of the prayer as you felt his seed spurt inside you.

“Gods protect them. Gods bless them. Gods give them peace.”

Loki then looked up. You brushed his black locks to see his lovely face. He was all flushed, full of bliss. Enjoying the high as you were. You could feel the coolness of his sweat and his own body heaving as he caught his own breath. He pulled out but remained close to you. He whispered into your ears.

“How are you?” he asked.

“I’m…I’m okay,” you replied.

He pressed his forehead against yours.

“I love you so much, Y/N. I’m glad. For this…for you…”

You pressed back. You closed your eyes and smiled.

He went back to the group. He offered you the blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders. Warm and safe.

“Give us some water-a rag! Bring us our robes!” he ordered.

He kissed your forehead and held you close.

“You…You were wonderful, sweet Y/N…that was incredible-you did well…” he said.

The robes were returned and there was a wet rag. He cleaned you both up from between both legs. After putting your robes back on, he looked at them.

“I’d like us both to retire, please. Now. She needs some rest after today-and so do I.”

As you walked out, you both still locked hands-anchoring each other. Finally, you were both alone in his chambers. Once the heavy door was shut and you were surrounded by his favorite dark green walls, you both sighed.

He led you to sit down on the rug and made the fireplace start a pretty flame by just flicking his wrist. He brought a thick blanket wrap around the both of you.

“Here…let’s have our own little celebration-just us…wine?”

“I’d love some wine,” you agreed.

He then used his seidr and conjured two glasses of a dark, garnet colored wine. He gave you a smile.

“Here…let’s have a toast…”

He chinked your glasses.

“To the Princess of Asgard….my wife. And the start of our lives together…”

[vbecker10]

The Dress

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: You buy a new dress and Loki's reaction is better than you could have hoped for.

Warnings: Seeing how close I can get to writing an actual scene where the characters have sex lol they don't quite get there but it's gonna be super close

A/N: I wrote this instead of sleeping...

"Are you ready?" Loki asks from the living area.

"Just a second," you call back from the bedroom as you take a step back from the mirror. You adjust the thin straps on your new dress and smile to yourself. If this works half as well as you think it will, you are in for a fairly long night.

You step out of the bedroom and into the living area, "Okay, I'm ready."

Loki looks up from the couch and stands slowly without saying a word. He walks towards you, his eyes never leaving your dress.

"Y/N, my love," he says in a low voice and you feel goosebumps travel up your exposed arms. "What are you wearing?"

"Oh this?" you hold out your arms and look down then twirl so he can see the whole dress. "I just bought it, what do you think?"

"I think it is the wrong color," his eyes lift to meet yours and he methodically begins to roll up one sleeve on his black dress shirt, then the other.

You look down at your dress then back at him, feigning innocence you say, "I thought it looked stunning in crimson."

"You are playing a dangerous, darling," he warns.

"I just wanted to look nice for our anniversary," you continue to act as if you didn't purposefully buy this dress to provoke him. "You don't like it?" you pout dramatically.

He closes the distance been the two of you and you reach out to adjust his already straight black tie. Looking up at him, you smile but the look in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine. He was right, you were playing a dangerous game but it was too late to turn back now.

Your low heels help make your height difference less of a stretch but you still need to reach a slight bit as you place a kiss lightly on his cheek. "I think we should probably leave now, so we aren't late," you smile and move to go around him and get your purse.

He catches you with his arm around your waist and pulls you back towards him. "You are not leaving this apartment dressed like that," he says in a firm tone.

"But it's the only new dress I have," you cross your arms against your chest.

His hand travels from your waist to your lower back, his fingers trailing lightly over the smooth fabric. "I can fix that," his eyes lock on yours again. As his fingers slowly move up the back of your dress, the material shifts from a vibrant crimson to a deep emerald green, the silver detailing brightens to gold before your eyes.

"Much better," Loki's eyes roam up and down your body.

"So we can go now?" you giggle nervously.

"No," he answers, his hand still resting on your back.

"Why not?" you ask. You should have known you wouldn't have the upper hand in this game for very long.

"Because now I can't decide if I want to tear this dress off of you," you look up into his eyes as his fingers tail down your cheek and hook under your chin. "Or if I want to take you while you are still wearing it."

You feel a smirk slip across your lips and reply, "You could do both."

He smiles, "I think I will."

In an instant his lips are on yours and his hands pull you flush to his body. You kiss him back, running your fingers through his long curls. His fingers grip your hips tightly, he picks you up suddenly causing you to gasp in surprise but he keeps his lips sealed to yours, kissing you deeply. You wrap your legs around him, your heels slipping off your feet at the quick motion. One of your arms remains around his neck while you pull his hair just the way he likes it with your other hand, he bites your lip in response.

Loki carries you back into the bedroom moves to the foot of the bed and drops you carefully onto your back. He looks down at you with a smile and you know you are definitely not making your reservation. Your legs dangle off the edge and you begin to move towards the pillows. 

"Come back here,” he chuckles.

He grabs you by your ankles and easily pulls you back to him, you giggle with nervous excitement. Loki kneels on the edge of the bed then he positions himself on top of you. His lips quickly find yours again as you feel his body press you into the soft mattress.

You make quick work of removing his tie and begin to unbutton his shirt as he presses his hips against you. He sits up to pull his shirt off once you finish with his buttons then he kisses you again. Your fingers run up and down his bare back as he kisses down your jaw, neck and collar bones. Your back arches to meet his lips as he kisses every inch of skin on your chest that is exposed by the deep neckline of your now green dress.

He raises his head from your chest and looks up at you, "Happy Anniversary, love."

Before you can respond, his lips return to your skin and his fingers slide up your inner thigh, causing you to moan his name as your eyes close.

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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 16

Cold Compress | Loki x Reader

After fleeing the court of The Golden Palace, Loki follows and reveals a secret of his own in an effort to console you. But his new form is more than just comforting...

Warning: 18+. sexual content and language. I mean it. Jotun Lokiincluding - size difference, oral sex (m & f receiving) frottage, fingering/large insertion. Hyperspermia. Capital S for SMUT

A/N: I used What If...Loki and thought about an average size woman to compare. This really is just self-indulgent smut so can be read standalone if you're not following the series.

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The wrath that had sent your fire reeling banked at the cool touch of Loki’s hands around your waist. In one moment you were a raging inferno, destroying every artefact, every decoration and drape in your path, sending other gods fleeing back into side rooms and up onto the balconies. The next you were cradled so softly in his arms, his touch pushing back your anger like a cool breeze on a summer day. 

The burnt cinders of the corridor were gone and you found yourself alone in a similarly vast marble throne room, sealed from floor to ceiling in onyx black marble, seams of gold tracing through the wide blocks into an endless ceiling, twinkling with candlelight. 

Loki held you to his chest, petting the back of your head and down your arms, quenching the fire under his touch and, when you finally looked at him, he still held that pale blue hue that had appeared when he created a sedir shield against your explosive anger. 

“Asynja,” Loki breathed your name like a prayer, cupping your cheek and drawing you closer. 

“Loki,” you sobbed, collapsing back into his chest and allowing your tears to fall freely, “I don’t want to join any of their families.” You finally let the tears flow, now that your anger was subsiding, and your fear rose swiftly to the surface. 

“No one can make you go with them, my darling,” Loki soothed, but you still hiccuped around another sob. “I promise, as long as I am beside you, my darling Asynja, no one shall take you from me. Do you understand?” He pulled back to look down at you, his eyes brimming with a potent mixture of anger and possessiveness. 

“I understand,” you took a deep breath, but the flames that had surrounded you continued to dance around your feet and temples. “It’s just - it’s an awful lot to deal with so suddenly.” 

“I know, I too have experienced a revelation about my parentage, and the powers that come with it.” He kept his eyes steady with yours but you could tell from the twitch in his jaw that he was holding his emotions back. 

Confused you allowed your gaze to rove over him for the first time, he didn’t appear to be hurt by the flames but he still looked different somehow. 

“You’re blue.” 

“Yes,” Loki laughed a little, “I am blue. I thought it might help you to see that you are not alone in discovering new things about yourself and that you are also not alone in being frightened. Although this is only part of my other body.” He admitted. 

You took Loki’s hand, colder than usual, and led him into the centre of the ballroom before tugging him to sit on the floor beside you. “What are you frightened of?” Your dress pooled around you, shimmering slightly, and Loki carefully arranged your skirts so that he could press as close to you as possible. 

“I imagine the same as you, what I will become, should I let the truth of my nature show.” 

“And what is your true nature?” You took his hand and traced the darker blue lines that had appeared along the back, dipping between his fingers. 

“Odin was not my father, my father was Laufey, of Jotenheim, King of the Frost Giants. That is why I am Loki Laufeyson. Father, Odin, used to say that both Thor and I were born to sit upon the throne. It was only recently I learnt that he meant separate thrones and not a joint ruling of the kingdom as I’d believed. I had imaged that we would share responsibilities, divided by our personal skills in both warring and intrigue. But father had other plans. My brother, of Asgard, would rule over the people that we love, the home that I knew. Yet I, the son stolen from his homeland, was destined for a throne in a room I did not remember, a people I did not know, a land I have visited but once.” He choked on his words, fighting the emotion he’d tamped down for so long. 

“Oh, Loki, I’m so sorry. He should never have kept that from you, or teased you and Thor like that.” You squeezed his hands tighter and Loki turned to give you a sad smile. 

“Fear not, darling, I do not wish for a throne, it is no great disappointment to me that it belongs to another.”

“What are you afraid of then?” 

“My form, this is a body, a form, that I was given as a child by my mother. Frost Giants are unlike Asgardians, I fear that my Jotun form would be a terrifying prospect for all around me, there is precious little regard for me as it is, I should hate to ruin my reputation further.” Loki smiled again, patting your hand. “We should leave, we can return to Tonsberg as planned, we’ll be safe there and we can put this whole sorry mess to rest. We have no need to fear prophecies, we can write our own futures.” Loki seemed so sure, confident that he could walk away from this threat as he had so many others that you almost believed him. 

Perhaps you could, but you would have no secrets between you if you did. 

You allowed him to rise, but tugged him back when he offered you his hand, “show me.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Show me, let it go, be a Jotun, show me.” You repeated, raising your eyebrows and watching him expectantly. “I already saw your skin go sort of blue, what else happens?” 

Loki looked almost bashful, “really, darling, I have no concept of what might happen. Frost Giants can be ten feet tall, I would not wish to risk any harm coming to you.” 

“Loki, please, look at the size of this room,” you both looked up at the ceiling, though it was so high you could barely see it, shrouded as it was in the darkness of the marble. 

“If you insist,” he conceded, “but only for you, my darling.” 

Loki stepped further from you, and as he did he began to change subtly. When Loki used his sedir the change could be tracked by the journey of the magic over his body, but this was different. He grew taller and as you watched you missed his hair lengthening, growing down his back. His skin, an icey blue, was marked with more and more intricate designs and his eyes became red. His growth slowed and you stared up at him. Naked and in his full glory for the first time. 

Loki must have been at least ten feet tall, if not more, though the ballroom ceiling was still far away he could reach up and touch the cascading chandeliers, he was certainly towering over you, sprawled as you were on the floor, attempting to take in his full height. 

“Wow.” You continued to stare, your hand reaching out for him. 

“Is wow a positive expression?” Loki asked, his voice still the same, though louder now. The sound vibrated through you and you clenched your legs together. 

“Uh - definitely a good thing.” Loki was always beautiful, but this form, so tall and broad, muscular and strong, so purely alien. He was truly a god and you felt small before him. “I bet you could pick me up with one hand.” You said, touching his calf absently. 

Loki laughed in response and you felt hot, you hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but it had taken you by surprise how attractive you found this form. 

“Probably,” he quirked an eyebrow. “Shall we find out what else we could do?” 

Loki bent down on her haunches and extended a hand towards you. His hands were still decorated with whirls of darker blue, and you traced them with your own fingers. With a grin he scooped you up, knocking you backwards so that you landed in his open palms.

Shocked, you gazed up at him open mouthed and his smile didn’t fade, instead it morphed into the teasing grin that knew you were in for both pleasure and mischief. 

In this form you looked different too, although Loki was always taller he had certainly never viewed you like this. So small and vulnerable in his hand. He clenched his fingers gently, folding his thumb over your waist and circling your back with his fingers. You curled your arms around his thumb, hanging on tightly. 

When he stood you shook, each of your movements amplified in his palm, as if he was back catching creatures in the forests of his youth, a nymph of his own to play with. He clenched his jaw against the thought - a plaything. His own goddess to play with. 

“You look so - delicate.” He cooed, keeping his voice lower now you were closer to him. 

“You look enormous.” You choked out, heat spreading over your chest and neck despite the chill of his touch. “Please, Loki, distract me from all this?” You asked, he had been right, this was exactly what you needed to feel less alone, less strange in this alien world. But now you needed more of him, you’d never get enough of anything that Loki could offer you, you’d take every facet of him, every version. 

“What do you require of me, my tiny darling.” Loki lifted you higher, holding you to his cheek, your legs dangled in the air but your arms reached forward, touching his cold skin. 

You leant towards him, pressing your lips against the expanse of smooth skin that covered his still sharp cheekbones, and pressed tickling kisses there, “make me forget, Loki. Please?” 

“How could I deny such a polite request.” He cupped his other hand around you and, in a warm shimmer of magic, you felt your clothes vanish from your body. Still surrounded by his fingers your skin tingled, erupting in goosebumps at the press of his cold palm. 

Loki lifted you back towards his face and pursed his lips, blowing warm air into his cupped hands and you giggled. You’d been expecting him to launch into some debauched idea of his, knowing that at least ten crackled around his thoughts at all times, but his playfulness caught you off guard as it always did. 

“Loki!” You squirmed in his grasp and he held you all the tighter for it, bringing you back to his lips. This time he opened his hands and held you still, his second thumb covering your arms over your head so you couldn’t move, and then kissed the soft swell of your stomach. His lips were as cold as the rest of him, but as gentle as ever.

You giggled again, heat skittering over your skin and then shooting between your legs. His thumb swiped over your body and he kissed you again and again, turning you this way and that to find a spot on your side, on your hip, that he hadn’t yet worshipped. 

“My darling,” he sighed, tipping his hand back so that you fell into his palm again, sprawled before him, “what a delicious little morsel you are.” His smile was vulpine and the only warning you got before he licked you, his tongue dipping between your spread legs and swiping up towards your breasts. You squealed in surprise, trying to close your legs but his fingers tangled over them, holding you open and he licked and licked, pausing only to blow gusts of cold air over the heat of your flesh. 

“I could eat you forever and never be satiated.” Loki fit his tongue between your legs, teasing the tip against your entrance until you felt him stretch you gently. He angled his tongue upwards, humming softly and you swore you saw all the stars exploding as the vibrations thrummed through your bones. Loki continued, tilting his face forwards so that he nose pressed on your lower stomach, his tongue still angling upwards and your body sang for him, taut and ready. 

“You’re devine,” he cooed, the rush of his words like a breeze, cooling your slick as it ran down your sticky thighs. 

“Please, Loki, I can’t - I need - I want to cum - I’m going to - agh!” 

Like a sacrificial offering he kept you pinned open until you were begging, pleading for more, the ever tightening coil of your arousal turned and turned in your stomach until you could take no more, gushing onto his tongue with a scream of pained pleasure. The sensations were overwhelming, heat and cold and pressure and pleasure and ecstasy all rolled into one. 

Loki gave you a few seconds to recover before he lay you onto the table, sprawled before him. 

“You are truly a feast, Asynja. Look at you, covered in us both and still smiling.” He kissed your cheek the best he could, swiping his thumb over your belly and thighs, rubbing in his kisses. 

Your chest heaved, sweat cooling between your breasts and you longed for his touch again, even if it was icy, anything but this loneliness now that he had put you down. 

“Loki -” you gasped, reaching for him and finding one of his large hands, your hand barely fit around his finger but his touch was soothing and pleasant on your heated skin.

He brushed his thumb over your breasts, around your nipples, down, down until he could lift your leg and cup you again, his thumb covering your folds and applying pressure to your aching clit. Your body no longer belonged to you, given over to the pleasure that touch created, your hips lifted, rolling into the pad of his thumb and he let you, a satisfied smile on his face as your pace increased, riding his hand. With an obscene moan you arched from the table and into his awaiting touch. 

“You’re not satisfied, darling?” He smirked as you looked at him with heavily lidded eyes, “I promise I’m going nowhere until you are completely sated,” he bent over the table, looming over you and filling your senses, “we shall only leave when you are panting, crying for me to stop.” Loki kissed the side of your face, close enough that you could twine your hands in his hair in an effort to keep him there, so close you thought you could breathe him in. Despite all of the changes to his body, his hair felt the same, soft and silky and smelt like the expensive shampoo he insisted on using. It blended with his usual deep amber scent and something else, perhaps something Jotun, that reminded you of snowy days and icey nights. 

“God - Loki - I - fuck me, please.” 

You both looked down at the sizable erection tenting his magically enlarged trousers, his words rumbled through you, his lips still at your cheek, “I do not wish to break you, my Asynja, perhaps something else may sate your lusts.” His cock bobbed under his trousers, twitching in time with his words, and you knew without looking in his eyes that he was using every ounce of his self control not to at least try and push himself deep inside of you. 

Suddenly his thumb was gone and you gave a low whine at the loss, dropping a hand between your legs to try and continue the glorious cresting of your impending orgasm, but Loki moved your hand away. 

“Patience, darling,” he chided, still cupping the backs of your legs, tugging you to the edge of the long table. Instead of his thumb he stroked his pinky finger down your stomach, one hand keeping you still, the other drawing teasing circles over your belly button, lower and lower with each circle. 

Even his smallest finger felt enormous, Loki in his usual size was enough of a stretch and heat flooded through you at the thought of trying to take even his finger. 

“Lo’,” you were incoherent now, thrashing on the table with every movement, but he pressed on, the pad of his finger at your entrance, spreading your arousal over your clit and pushing slowly, intently, until you felt yourself stretch around him. 

“Norns, Asynja, you are the most delicious woman in the nine kingdoms, in every realm, every universe, every time,” he cooed, pressing further until you keened, your hands rushing back between your legs as if to both stop and continue the onslaught of pleasure. 

You had never been so full in your life, so full and so loved, held as you were between Loki’s gigantic hands, his lips kissing away the sweat on your brow, sparkling like diamonds in the low light. 

“Loki, I - I -” your fingers struggled to find purchase in his hair - on his hands, slipping over his arousal soaked skin and you were dimly aware that that was the feel of you, hot and slick between you, dripping onto the table, before your orgasm hit you at full force, just from the stretch alone. 

“Good girl, Asynja,” Loki growled, moving only slightly as your walls clenched around him, he could feel very flutter and movement on his sensitive fingertips and then you gushed, squirting over his finger and soaking the his chin where he perched between your legs. 

Loki’s red eyes went darker, a blood red full of his widened pupil and drinking in every inch of your sweating, heaving body, your velvet skirts pushed up around your waist and bare legs shining with your arousal. 

“Fuck, Loki - that was -” you dropped your head back onto the table with a thunk, staring glassy eyed at the lights twinkling above. 

“It’s my pleasure, my darling.” He drawled, grin feral, tongue poking out between blue teeth. The first lap was soothing on your heated skin, sending goosebumps up and down your legs. 

You peered up, tucking your head into your chest to view the god between your legs, still worshipping you, still thinking only of you. It was overwhelming, his devotion, and you wanted - needed, to make him feel the same. 

Carefully you eased yourself to the edge of the table, level with his smiling face, and then you let your feet drop to the floor, a hand on his bare chest, pushing him backwards until he lay on the marble floor. Loki was the only other colour in the room, a bright star in the darkness. The bulge of his trousers was pressing against the zipper and you carefully settled on his hip, pushing your hands against the fabric. 

It was Loki’s turn to groan now, the sound a deep rumble that travelled down his body and back between your legs. A fresh wave of arousal made itself known, but you tamped down your feelings. It was Loki’s turn now. 

He helped you to tug the zipper down, freeing his impossibly large cock from its prison. 

“Fuck.” The word was out before you could stop it and you left your mouth hanging open while you took in his full glory. In his Asgardian form Loki was already generously endowed. But as  Jotun - you placed your hand against the firm length and marvelled at how delicate his skin still felt, albeit colder than normal. His cock twitched beneath your palm and a large bead of precum slithered from the tip, tracing the contours of a thick vein that ran up the bottom. 

“Please -” Loki whimpered, his hands twitching. One came to wrap around your waist, gently holding you, the other he clenched in the fabric of his trousers. 

“Can I taste?” 

“Yes - of course, please, Asynja, do not torment me, can you not feel how I ache for you. How my body needs you?” 

He squeezed his eyes closed, the sound of fabric ripping slowly accompanying the tightening of his first. 

“I’d hate to leave you aching, my Prince.” You teased, leaning forwards and wrapping your hands around as much of his girth as you could. Tugging yourself closer to him you let your tongue dancing over his throbbing vein, arching higher towards the flare around the head. Marvelling at the beautiful shades his Jotun form afford him, you missed a second roll of precum escaping down the side and soaking your arm. 

“Norns -” Loki clenched his jaw, “I must apologise for -” 

“Please, don’t.” You knelt up and licked him again, eagerly tasting as much of him as you could. “You taste a little different, it’s fascinating.” 

“Asynja,” he warned.

“Well -” you licked, “you do.” 

Reaching the sensitive head you dipped your face towards his slit, pressing your nose into the soft flesh and pushing your tongue down, swirling it and pulsing as he did to you. You were rewarded with more and more of his cum, weeping past your pressing fingers. 

“Asynja, I cannot hold back any longer - my darling -” 

His cock pulsed, you could feel it against your body were you had pressed yourself against the entire length of him and it felt devine. Your body responded, clit aching for the feel of it. 

“Do that again,” you begged, rubbing yourself against him, pushing on his length until you were lying on his stomach, wrapped around him, legs thrown over his base, toes curling. 

The hand at your waist squeezed too and you felt the sensation of him moving you gently, the drag and pull of skin on skin, your pussy wet and wanting against his cock. 

“You feel so fucking good, my darling, I can’t help it, your little body is perfection, made for me, made for my cock.” 

You mewled, licking and sucking at his rigid length, thrusting your hips into him in seach of your own pleasure. 

“I’m going to cum, Asynja and you haven’t even tried to move away.” He growled, his voice wavering as he neared his release. 

“Don’t want to, Lo, I want your cum, want you to drench me in it, want you to use me and rub me on your beautiful cock, please - please!” Your sobs of pleasure joined his own, a deep knot tightening in the pit of your stomach. 

“My goddess, my princess, my darling I will give you every drop you wish for.” He promised, fingers so tight you knew you’d have an array of bruises to enjoy tomorrow, but now, plunged into the most exquisite pleasure you’d ever felt, you latched onto the spot below his glands and sucked and sucked and - 

Loki came with a shout, chasing your own release with each pulse of his cock, and spurted down your arms and hands, your back and legs. He painted his own chest in ropes and ropes of cum until he sighed, releasing your body and sagging into the floor. 

Slowly he shrank until you were lying chest to chest on the cold floor and laughing. 

“Loki, please tell me we can do that again.” You mumbled into his chest, lazily kissing his now, slightly warmer, skin. 

“I’d be disappointed if we didn’t.” He agreed, “although I think we may traumatise my poor brother should he stumble upon us. Perhaps it’s time we find him and return to Tonsberg?” 

“Can’t we stay here and have a nap?” You closed your eyes defiantly, hoping he’d give in despite how uncomfortable you both were. 

“Sadly, I can not allow a Goddess, such as yourself, to take her rest on a such an appalling hard surface. Only the finest pillows and sheets will do for you.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “luckily, I know just such a place.” 

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[redr0sewrites]

Loki x reader General Hcs

this was... spontaneous! but i said i'd write for marvel and theres no better time than the present. PLEASE send in marvel requests🙏

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, switch!loki, little teensy bit of angst if u squint

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

loki is a naturally guarded person, and is very intelligent and clever. he's not one to let his guard down easily and isn't used to dealing with true romantic feelings, so you are obviously very special to him

loki is incredibly intelligent and good at reading people, along with being very charismatic. he's used to charming people to get his way, and he very, very rarely shows his true feelings unless he trusts you. he cares a lot about your opinion, and a part of him really, really wants to please you

at first, it's hard for even loki to tell whether his feelings for you are genuine, and he gets completely tongue tied around you. he wants to be around you all the time, and he admires you a lot

when it comes to actually dating loki, please be patient!!! he will only truly begin to let his guard down around you over time, and he believes that you'll only find him irritating. he definitely has a big "hurt them and push them away before they hurt you", type of mentality, and when he first realizes how much he cares for you he will probably avoid you for a little

everyone knows loki loves attention, and that is no different in a relationship. he is both touch starved and touch disgusted as he doesn't want to appear vulnerable, but craves any sort of intimacy that you offer

very thoughtful, and he remembers every little detail about you. you mention how much you like a certain candy? you miraculously find those candies in your room. you tell him about an important event coming up that you're stressing about? he reminds you about it the day before. you tell him your favorite gemstone? well, you better believe that every piece of jewelry he gives you includes that gem. loki knows your favorite song, your favorite book, your favorite movie, and any and everything else about you that he deems important. you live rent free in his mind 24/7

loki loves matching with you, and he loves when you wear his signature colors. he's always complimenting you and your style, and his heart flutters a little when you ask him what he's wearing for an important event coming up so that you two can coordinate

i don't even think i can pick a love language for him, he loves giving and receiving any form of affection and you two are probably attached at the hip

HE WOULD PASS THE ORANGE PEEL TEST. loki is absolutely the type to lace up your shoes for you, making a corny joke about how he "doesn't want you falling for anyone else". he uses magic to help you a lot, and especially loves your guys' night routines

loki is nooot a morning person, and loves snuggling with you. whenever you both have to get up in the morning he's always pulling you back into bed, nuzzling into your neck and begging for "five more minutes". he's also always very groggy in the morning and won't remember most of what he does when half asleep. he's very honest as well, and says lots of sappy things whenever he's sleepy. on the rare occasion that you sleep in later than him, he loves kissing you awake and pressing kisses all over your fave!

loki naturally runs very cold, but doesn't feel cold if that makes sense. to you his skin is absolutely FREEZING, but he just feels normal. however there are times where he runs insanely hot and there is absolutely no in between. he's either freezing or burning up, and it's both a little sad and a little amusing. there are times where the cold gets to him and loki will be more clingy than usual, claiming that he needs you to warm him up. other times he will practically walk around naked, too overstimulated and hot to even touch you

loki is a lot more anxious then he seems, and will sometimes just freak out over little things when in reality its a bunch of big things piling up one after another. he never ever means to take it out on you, and even when he's reached his limit he would never hurt you, but it can still be frustrating when he gets mad at you for a simple mistake. he always apologizes and takes accountability tho, and is very careful not to hurt your feelings bc he's very afraid you'll leave him. PLEAAASEEE REASSURE HIM :((((

loki is very chatty and loves talking to you about anything and everything. from in depth psychological conversations to simple "how was your day" conversations, he just cherishes getting to be able to talk to you

nsfw

look me in the eyes and tell me he's not a switch. i definitely see him as being capable of both being a dom and a sub, and i think it really depends on your guys' moods

when he's a dom, i think loki can fluctuate on how mean or rough he is. i do see him being a more degrading or rough dom but i also think he can be a lot softer as well, and more of a pleasure dom. again, i think it all comes down to your preferences

when he's a sub, loki is definitely bratty. he loves being put in his place and getting a little roughed up, but there are also times where he just wants to relax and be taken care of. when he gets in his own head too much and is irritated after a long day he'll be a lot more pliant and willing to just let you take care of him. PLEEEASSSE praise him and pamper him when he's like this, he'll melt like putty in your hands

PRAISE + DEGRADATION!!! BOTH WAYS!!!! he absolutely has a huge praise kink and definitely praises you a looot during sex, but i also see him being a bit mean with his praise and mixing in some degrading words as well. either way he's a wonderful dirty talker and he probably has a voice kink too, considering how often he whispers in your ear (and enjoys it when you do the same).

i also think loki would be into bondage, again, both ways. theres something so delicious about seeing you tied up and squirming from just his gentle touches, but it's equally intoxicating for him to be the one tied up and denied any sort of pleasure. he gets really whiny when you don't let him touch you, and will probably start pouting and begging. tying him up is defff one of the easiest ways to break him

guys hear me out but a candle wax kink. loki is very respectful and will always ask your permission before trying something new, but he loves seeing you whimper and moan while he slowly lets a few drops of wax spill onto your smooth skin. he also will let you return the favor, and the wax often hisses and steams a bit when it hits his skin because he's so cold.

marking you is definitely very appealing to him, and it's pretty self explanatory. loki just loves marking you and being marked up by you. it satisfies his slightly possessive and jealous side, and you two always look like you've been in a fight after having sex from the number of bruises, scratches, and hickies littering your body.

another relatively self explanatory kink, but, hair pulling. he looooves it when you pull his hair while he gives you head

loki is a major tease, and he loves teasing you in public settings where you can't do much about it. it will go from subtle things like placing a hand on your lower back or caressing your thigh to whispering absolute filth in your ears and making out with you in the bathroom. he is always trying to rile you up bc he knows damn well that it will lead to a night of rough sex

we all know loki's a shapeshifter and genderfluid, so i absolutely hc that he can change his physical body to match his gender. if he's feeling more feminine, he LOVES when uou eat him out. facesitting is def something he enjoys and he loooves riding your face SOO MUCH.

loki is very vocal, he def whines and moans a lot. he isn't shy about letting you know how good he's feeling. he knows how much his voice affects you and will whisper the filthiest things in your ear between moans as you fuck him senseless

aftercare is v important to him, and whether or not he's subbing really affects how exhausted he is afterwards. if he dommed he knows he can be pretty rough and he'll run a bath for you both before getting a towel to wipe you clean and then carrying you to the tub. i also think he'd prioritize keeping you well hydrated and would get you some water and food after the bath. loki is very clingy after sex and would want you as close as possible.

when he subbed tho, it's a totally different story. loki will be a clingy mess from the moment you finish, just whining and cuddling against you the whole time. depending on how deep into subspace he is and how groggy he is, he might even cry if you try to get up (even if you're just going to get water or a towel or sum) bc he thinks you're leaving him :(. he's pretty vulnerable after subbing and will probably just lay with you for a while before coming down from his high. once he's mostly calm and cognizant, he'll def want to clean up pretty quickly. he doesn't like feeling sticky and gross and also loves bathing with you!! overall he's a lot softer after sex and generally just wants to be near to you

RAHHHH I LOVE HIM SMMM!!!! he's so silly lmao this post got sooo long 💀 i also lowkey feel like im shadowbanned or something cuz like all of my posts have been majorly flopping recently :/ maybe im just not in a lot of active fandoms idk but!!!! anyways!!!!! hope u enjoyed!!!!!!! PLEEEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND IN REQUESTS FOR MARVEL, ATSV, OR ANH OTHER FANDOM I WRITE FOR!!!

[lady-rose-moon]

This life we created together

A/N: here is the final part to the 'Cabin in the Mountain' series! I hope you have all enjoyed the journey!

Warnings: pregnancy, labour, Loki's trauma, smut, female Loki

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four

The cabin in the mountain fit the both of you perfectly as you slowly progressed through pregnancy. Thomas had done all he could to make sure that you were comfortable in the cabin, not having to do any chores whatsoever nearing the seven-month mark. After finally getting Thomas to agree to take you to see a doctor for check-ups, you were told that your baby was perfectly healthy, its growing was progressing wonderfully and you were sent home with a picture of your baby from the scan and the delightful information that you would have a higher sex drive nearing the end of the pregnancy.

Frigga came around much more now that you had announced your pregnancy, she sat with Thomas and went through the basics of what he would need to do for you in the coming months. She helped teach you how to properly hold a baby and how to breastfeed using an illusion, Thomas sneakily watching through a crack in the door.

You wanted to make sure that you go this perfect, you wanted your child to love you endlessly and to appreciate Loki and you. You constantly caught yourself staring at the scan photo of your child that was stuck to the fridge, found yourself tracing their little hand on the image, constantly catching yourself in the mirror embracing your bulging stomach with a soft smile on your face.

There were nights when you found that you couldn't sleep, your baby moving excitedly inside you and kicking wildly. Those were the nights like tonight where you were shaking your husband awake with a whine.

"Thomas," you whispered into the dark, holding the man's shoulder, tears running down your cheeks, "Thomas wake up..."

When the raven-haired God didn't budge, you sniffled and slipped out of bed and moved out onto the porch, your little baby growing still because of your movement and you scoffed, "of course you're quiet now... child of the God of Mischief, indeed."

You pressed a hand to your stomach lovingly, tracing the skin as you stared up at the stars and wondered how life would have been if you hadn't met Loki. Would you still be working your dingy job? Would you even be alive? Loki's invasion could have killed you if he had actually gone through with it. You never pressed for information on why he almost killed the entire human race.

Strong arms wrapped around you and Thomas's face buried into your shoulder as he groaned softly, "why are you out here, beloved? Come back to bed."

"Couldn't sleep," you whispered into the night, your eyes locked on the Moon with a tired frown, "your child inside me was running a marathon."

Thomas chuckled and his hands dropped lower, cupping the underside of your belly and gently lifting, your back slowly feeling relief from having to carry around this baby. Moaning softly from the feeling, you pressed your back to his hardened chest and he chuckled, peppering kisses to your neck and collarbone.

"Thomas," you whispered, turning your head to look into your husband's eyes and you smiled lovingly, your arm wrapping gently around his head to pull him back down to your neck, "we should go back to bed."

"Just what I was thinking, beautiful," Thomas groaned, guiding you inside and kicking the door shut before guiding you into the bedroom.

Thomas helped you onto your side on the bed, his seiðr vanishing your clothes and his own before he got on the bed behind you and pressed a hand to your abdomen as his other arm snaked under your neck to make you comfortable. Slowly, Thomas began to play with your clit, his long fingers circling it gently as you mewled into his hand and rocked your hips against his hand.

Sneakily, he sunk two fingers into your cunt and he shushed you when you whined pathetically, desperately begging for more. He pushed his fingers in to the knuckles and watched as your body shook from the pleasure and from how amazing his fingers felt inside you. He fucked his fingers into you hard as his thumb circled your throbbing clit and he chuckled into your hair.

"Oh, my sweet girl," Thomas whispered into your hair as he felt your walls pulsing around his fingers, your breaths become deeper and more whines spilt from your pretty lips as your orgasm built. Before you could reach your high, however, Thomas withdrew his fingers from your desperate cunt and laughed when you cried out in anguish, "hush, my darling, I'm going to give you my cock now."

Living up to his promise, Thomas kissed your shoulder as he slid inside you and groaned as your walls fluttered around him as he began to rock his hips into you and fill you up to the brim with his cock. "Just look at you, gorgeous," Thomas whispered, his hand resting lovingly on your baby bump, "so full of my child and so desperate. Oh, love, what I wouldn't give to keep you stuffed with my child forever!"

You mewled and kissed his hand as he continued to fuck you, his other hand gently holding your bump and caressing it gently, your mind whirring as he pistoned his cock in and out of you. Gasping softly, you felt the roar of your orgasm approaching and you moaned loudly, gripping onto the sheets, "Thomas," you whimpered, "gonna cum!"

"You're going to cum? Oh, gorgeous, go right ahead," he encouraged you, his hand dropping down to circle your clit again as he increased his pace, your head burying deep into the pillows as your orgasm washed over you and you trembled.

With a groan, Thomas came inside you and helped you come down from your orgasm. He slowly pulled out and conjured up a wet cloth, carefully cleaning off the mixture of your release as he smiled at you. "You are so perfect," Thomas whispered to you, admiring your beauty and kissing your stomach, "and you're daddy's amazing baby."

~~~~~~

You knew something was wrong a month later when you woke up with strange cramps in your abdomen. You turned your head and patted the spot beside you, trying to find Thomas's body but he wasn't in bed. Whining, you pulled yourself to the edge of the bed and steadily got to your feet, using the bedpost as a way to support your tired feet.

The movement only made the cramp worse and you caught your breath with a pained whine, holding onto the wall as you made your way out of the bedroom and through the cabin to where Thomas was cooking in the kitchen. Seeing him bare with only an apron on had your legs squeezing together in need but the cramps overtook the need for his cock to be lodged inside you.

Thomas's ears perked up at the sound of your delicate whine and he turned in time to see you leaning forward, your knuckles white as you clutched the wall beside you, your breathing heavy. "Darling?" Thomas titled his head, stepping closer to you and gently holding your arms to help you stand properly, "what's wrong, min kjære kone (my dear wife)?"

"Hurts," you whispered, your hand on your swollen stomach, head bowed as your breath came out in desperate pants, "make it stop hurting, Thomas, it hurts!"

Thomas watched you whine and cry and his heart ached, wishing he could take your pain away. His magic seeped into you as he tried to find the source of your pain and when he found it, his breath hitched and his grip tightened on you unconsciously and he only let go when you whined and struggled in his grip.

"Darling," Thomas whispered, staring into your eyes as he cupped your cheek, "they're coming early."

Your eyes widened in horror as your hand caressed your stomach gently, Thomas's joining yours moments later as tears formed in your eyes. "But, but I'm not ready! They're not ready!" you protested, a high-pitched whine leaving you as you felt pressure between your legs.

Thomas held you up as you leaned forward and moaned, rubbing your arms comfortingly as he knelt in front of you, kissing your stomach and smiling up at you even if he was in a panic, he needed to know that you were okay, that you were in the right headspace, he needed you to be calm! "Darling look at me! Mother has taught us all the things we need! We can do this, I promise," he whispered, watching the fear disappear minutely from your eyes as you looked down at him before nodding, "let's get you to the car."

Thomas guided you out of the cabin and down to where his black Jaguar was parked in the drive leading to the cabin. He helped you lay in the backseat and cast spell after spell to make sure that you were safe before he got in the driver's seat and started the journey toward the hospital in the town half an hour away.

His hands were trembling on the steering wheel as he heard you whining and sobbing in the back seat, going through your breathing routines and moaning at the pain between your legs. Thomas was happy that bills for the hospital weren't a problem when people learnt that he was one of their Gods. It meant that you would also get care befitted for that of royalty.

Once you were driving on the main road, your head rolled to the side and you watched your husband curiously. His Armani suit had been a second thought, the jacket not even considered, the black waistcoat done up perfectly but the sleeves of the shirt underneath had been rolled up to reveal his alabaster skin on his forearms that you loved holding you so much. You found that staring at him distracted you from thinking about the agony between your legs.

"We're gonna be okay, baby," Thomas chanted, "you're going to be alright, we're almost there, almost there, then you'll be alright to have your baby! Do not give birth on these expensive fucking leather chairs!"

"Thomas?" You waited for him to look away from the road, his hands shaking on the wheel, "word of advice? You're not the one giving birth, I am. Stop panicking and look at the road."

Thomas breathed out a laugh and gave you a two-fingered salute in the rear-view mirror, "yes, dear."

You grinned and then the smile was ripped from your lips as a flash of agony ripped through your body and you hissed, throwing your head back against a pillow that Thomas had kindly placed behind you when you got in the car. You caressed your belly gently as you sobbed, "alright, baby, I know... I know... daddy's gonna get us to the hospital, wait just a while longer."

Twenty-five minutes later, you got to the hospital. Your face was reddened as you went through your breathing exercises, Loki hurrying you toward the maternity unit desk.

"Can I help you?" asked the receptionist behind the desk, looking between you and Loki with a polite smile, "are you checking in?"

Loki nodded and pressed your head into his shoulder as you moaned in pain. "Yes," he spoke, his voice wavering nervously, "we have the double suite booked for next month but this one is early. Is it still free?"

The woman smiled politely, trying to hurry as she saw how much pain you were in. "Of course," she nodded, typing in the system to search for the double suite and when she found it, she looked up at Loki, "name?"

"Sharpe, Thomas and Y/N Sharpe," Loki bit his lip nervously, feeling you shaking beside him and he pressed a comforting kiss to your hair, rubbing your back gently.

"I'll go get your wife a wheelchair, Mr Sharpe, she can't walk for much longer," the woman kindly smiled at the two of you before walking out of the desk and over to the wheelchairs, opening one up and wheeling it over to you and Loki, helping you sit down in it. Gesturing down a hall, she smiled, "good luck, Sir, Ma'am."

Loki smiled kindly at her in thanks before wheeling you down the corridor to your double suite. Once inside, he wheeled the chair over to the double bed and helped you onto the bed, crawling on beside you immediately after, knowing that you will need him beside you.

Despite how it felt in the car, you ended up bringing your baby into the world a painful ten hours later. You wept into Loki's shoulder as the last powerful contraction hit you, feeling white hot pain before you felt your baby slide out of your channel and into the awaiting hands of your midwife.

"It's a girl!" the midwife announced, your heart racing as a tired smile crossed your lips, looking up at Loki with a proud smile as he stared down at you, tears cascading down his cheeks as he grinned. "Wait- no, it's a boy?" the midwife mumbled, watching the baby change its sex before her eyes.

Loki raised his hand and smiled sheepishly, "gets that from me, I'm afraid, ma'am," he mumbled before her features softened and her female self was revealed.

Deliriously, you curled closer to your wife and rested your head on her breasts mumbling, "mmm, pillows."

The midwife laughed at your antics before looking at Loki with an easy smile, "would you like to cut the cord, daddy?"

Loki shifted back to her male form despite your anguished cries from the loss of your pillows and he sat up, watching the midwife clamp the cord close to the belly button and offer him the scissors. Nervously, Loki cut the cord and smiled down at his child in the midwife's arms.

"May I hold her?" he asked nervously, looking down at his daughter nervously.

Sadly, the midwife shook her head and headed across to the other side of the bed, tapping your shoulder and smiling when you turned to face her, "she needs feeding, Miss, would you mind...?"

You nodded quickly, taking off your blouse and offering your breast to your child. As soon as your daughter was in your arms, she was latched onto your nipple and drinking contentedly as her eyes slipped closed, her body shifting to her male form as if it was second nature. You smiled and stroked the tuft on the top of his head.

Loki nervously laid back down beside you and watched his child drink from you with a smile on his face, "you did so well, beloved, well done!"

Tiredly, you laid your head on his shoulder and started to doze, the midwife bowing her head and leaving the room as quietly as possible.

Loki watched as you caught up with your sleep, seeing his son stop suckling on your breast and smack his lips before yawning and starting to snooze as well. Taking the chance, he reached over and took his son into his arms, his breath hitching at how perfect his son felt in his arms. Tears dripped down Loki's cheeks as his shirt disappeared, holding the infant to his chest so that he could hear the heartbeat of his father.

Loki knew that he didn't want to be an absent father like Odin, he wanted to be the perfect father for his son.

~~~~~~~

The weeks that followed were tiring for you and Thomas. You had been trying your best to bounce back from pregnancy, get your body back into shape but it was so tiring. Haven was a quiet baby but she still made herself known when she was hungry.

Hearing the sharp cry coming from the nursery, sleep left you and you lazily got to your feet and headed for the nursery. You walked through the room in complete darkness, bending over the cradle holding your daughter and lifted her into your arms.

"Shhh," you whispered tiredly, allowing her to latch onto your nipple under your sleep shirt, "you'll wake daddy... you're usually quiet..."

You walked over to where you knew the changing counter was and waited for her to be done drinking before laying her down and changing her quickly, blowing raspberries on her stomach to make her laugh as you got her cleaned up.

Haven looked so much like Loki, her hair was black and beginning to curl, her eyes were such a beautiful shade of emerald and her nose was the same as her daddy. You just hoped that she would not gain his love for mischief too.

It was clear that Haven would not be sleeping just yet so you left the nursery and went out onto the porch, holding your daughter in a way that helped her be able to look up at the sky. Most days you wished that you could show her Asgard, the city where both of her parents had grown up, but that was impossible since Loki was still banished.

You didn't care that you were out in the open with short shorts and a sleep shirt, no one else lived around here and barely anyone dropped by at night. Thor had, once, only to receive a dagger to the gut and a sharp order to leave and return in eight hours.

You wanted to go back to sleep but Haven made it clear that until she was asleep, you weren't allowed to be. Tiredly, you sat on the porch bench and cradled the child in your arms, singing to her as you watched the stars flicker in the sky.

Once you finally saw Haven's eyes droop an hour and a half later, the sun was rising and you knew that you wouldn't be able to grab any more sleep tonight. Frigga would be coming over in a few short hours and you had to get the house ready.

Walking back into Haven's bedroom, you laid her down gently and pressed a kiss to her brow before walking into the bathroom and stepping into the shower. Emotions rushed to the surface as the water flowed over your head and a sob ripped from your lips, tears falling with the shower above you. You hugged yourself as you cried, dropping to your knees in the shower and allowing sob after sob, whine after whine to consume you as you thought about how much of a terrible you must seem to Haven.

She must think you are the most awful mother, not showing her affection after feeding even if it was so late at night. Your body was tired and you were always on the cusp of falling asleep when you fed her through the night. She must be so disappointed. You slapped a hand over your mouth as you sobbed openly, the thoughts raging in your mind even after the water had started to run cold and the tears stopped.

"Darling?" came the comforting voice of your wifes, pulling the door open to see you through the steamy glass of the shower, on your knees and sobbing. Instantly, she was at your side, unbothered by her tunic and leggings getting ruined, "my darling? What is the matter?"

You rested your soaked head against her breast and sobbed, clutching at the tunic she was wearing desperately as you sobbed and gasped for air. "I'm such a terrible mother!" you cried out, sobs rippling through you as you tried to breathe, "I don't show Haven affection! I am just always tired, always trying to get her to keep quiet! What's wrong with me, Loki!?"

Loki frowned and pulled you into her lap, rubbing your back and pressing gentle kisses to your temple, rocking you back and forth gently, "you're not a terrible mother, baby girl, you're just stressed. You're trying too hard too quickly... you need to take it easy... the nurse did mention your post natal depression would hit you like a brick... you're such a great mother... such a wonderful mother... I love you so much..."

"I'm a good mum...?" you mumbled, your cries dying down slowly as you pulled away to look at your wife. "But I thought..."

"You thought wrong," Loki pressed, her hands holding yours as she glared at you, her seiðr turning off the shower as she kissed your cheek, "you're amazing, baby girl, no matter what your brain is telling you right now. What I say to you, as your soulmate, is more solid, do you hear me? I see you for who you are! The mother of my child, my lovely wife, the single most incredible woman I have ever met and my saving grace! You are amazing, Y/N! I mean it!"

Tears filled your eyes again because even if Loki kept spewing compliment after compliment at you, you didn't feel that way about yourself. Sensing this, Loki sighed and pulled you incredibly close, "I'm sorry for not seeing it sooner," she whispered, "you always hide your emotions from me when it's negative... please, I think I earned your trust by now, right...?"

You nodded at her and rested your head on her shoulder, her nails gently raking down your back as she whispered, "I promise you, Y/N, we will get through this together."

~~~~~~

It had been six months since Haven had been born and you were starting to feel much better, your depression washing away and being replaced by the confidence of a mother who loved her child. Haven had been growing like a mortal baby as it was common for Aesir children to grow as such until five years old when their ageing would slow to a snail's pace.

You walked into her nursery and saw Loki holding Haven in her arms, a nonchalant expression pulled along her lips. "Loki?" you whispered, walking over to your wife and holding her close to you, "are you alright?"

"Darling," Loki's voice faltered and you saw tears forming in her eyes, "what if he's Jötun? What if I have put the same curse on him that I have to live with?"

It was at that moment that you realised that Loki needed your help as much as you needed her help through the last few months. Sighing, you rested your head on Loki's shoulder and smiled down at your son in her arms, "what you have is not a curse, Loki, I love your Jötun form as much as I love your Aesir form. Why do you still hold doubts?"

"Raised to hate my own species does that to you, Y/N," Loki spat before realising his tone and kissing your temple, "imagine I said that without venom."

"Trying to," you quipped, smiling up at him.

You kissed Loki's cheek gently and whispered softly to her, "shift... please?"

Loki stared at you with cold, calculating eyes before blue started to wrap around her and her Jötun form was standing before you. Her breasts were hidden by the sleep shirt and her legs were covered by her leggings but what you could see of your wife, she looked amazing!

Tentatively, you trailed the lines down her arms and smiled lovingly up at her, "you look wonderful, beloved, why would you ever doubt yourself?"

"It's easy to when you've been taught to," Loki mumbled looking down at her son in her arms, watching him slowly shift into his Jötun form as her temperature decreased. Heaving a sob, she cradled Haven to her chest and shook her head, "he will be loved, even if he is Jötun."

You nodded and kissed her shoulder, resting your head on her shoulder again as you smiled at your son, his eyes lighting up when he found you through his mama's arms. With a giggle, he stretched out his chubby arms for you. You took him into your arms easily and watched as his eyes left Loki and fluttered to you, a smile spreading on his lips and an adorable squeal leaving him which made your heart double in size.

Haven looked so beautiful as a Jötun. The lines on his forehead were the same as Loki's, and the lines cascading down his small body we almost identical too only the ones on his stomach arched in a way that was reminiscent of Loki's horns, displaying his clear relation to his father.

"Don't you look handsome, Haven?" you cooed, tickling the infant's belly and listening to his joyful giggles that erupt from his lips, "you look like daddy! Silly daddy thinks your form is a curse! Mummy doesn't think so! Mummy loves you, baby!"

Loki gawped at you before her shock melted into a bright smile and she held your waist, pulling you close and watching Haven's eyes dart between Loki and you.

"We're going to be alright," you whispered to Loki, your body resting against hers as you watched Haven begin to doze in your arms.

~~~~~~

"Y/N, dear?" came the sweet voice of your mother-in-law, coming from the kitchen. You smiled and finished changing Haven, watching your daughter laugh and kick her legs in reaction to the little leggings and skirt you put on her.

Haven was eighteen months old now, her hair was down to her shoulders and she looked more and more like Lady Loki with each passing day. You lifted her from the changing table and set her down on your feet, holding her tiny hands before walking into the kitchen with your daughter laughing and squealing at herself walking with your help.

"Hello, mother," you smiled, waiting for Frigga to turn around and when she did, you grinned at the tears that formed in her eyes at the sight of Haven standing upright and making the motions of walking with your help, "she's doing well. Loki thinks she'll be walking quite soon."

Frigga sobbed softly and walked closer to you, kneeling down just a metre away from you with her hands outstretched to her granddaughter, "come here, Haven, come to grandma."

Looking up at her mummy for help, Haven nervously raised one foot from yours to place it on the wooden floor beneath her. Finding that it could support her weight, she lifted the other foot and placed it down on the floor. She wobbled slightly as her tongue caught between her gums, trying to focus on the memory of the leg-moving thing her mummy had just done with her. Her eyes darted to Grandma, smiling and patiently waiting with her hands out. She wanted grandma, she turned and made a cooing noise to mummy, trying to tell her to bring her closer to Grandma but mummy only shook her head and gestured her forward.

Confused, Haven focused on her legs again. If she wasn't going to be guided by mummy, she would do it herself. Even dada could do the leg-moving thing!

"I hope you both weren't planning on making Haven walk without me present?" came a voice from behind grandma and Haven looked up and grinned when she saw her daddy appear in a flash of green. His eyes lit up when he saw her and she reached out to him, wanting the normal cuddles he would give her after he was away for a while. "Come to me, princess, come to Grandma and daddy!" dada encouraged and Haven scowled, making dada bark out a laugh and shake his head, "come on, you can do it."

With shaky legs, Haven took a step forward, finding that she wobbled slightly but stayed on her feet, her fascinated eyes darting to where her dada and Grandma were now knelt waiting for her. With a whine, she took a step again with the other foot and her body unexpectedly leaned forward and she cried out in fear before spreading out her weight to get better balance and she took another hesitant step and then another, then another until she was enveloped in Frigga's arms.

"Oh, you clever girl!" Frigga sighed, kissing Haven's raven hair with a bright smile, holding her up and gently swaying with her, "grandma is so very proud of you! Oh look, daddy is crying," she smiled as she turned so Haven could see her daddy, weeping with a bright smile on his face.

You had recorded the whole thing on your phone and you were beyond overjoyed that your darling girl had taken her first steps, showing how smart she was for her age. Saving the footage, you put your phone down and walked over to Frigga and Loki and scooped up your baby girl from her grandmother's arms.

"You truly are a wonder, Haven Frigga Lokidottir! You are so amazing! Oh, we're so proud of you!" you gushed, kissing all over your daughter's face as she squealed and patted your cheek.

Loki remained quiet as he stared at you and his daughter, watching as you smiled and praised your daughter constantly, kissing her head and swaying with her. It had been so long since he had seen such a prideful smile on your face, it had been so long since he had been able to show you just how much he loved you. While he could mute the sound in the bedroom, Haven seemed to sense when you two were going to be doing something and chose to sleep in their bed almost all the time. Even if you put your foot down, your daughter protested and whined. In truth, you hadn't had sex since you were pregnant. Loki was extremely pent up but he could never admit it to you.

"Loki?" Frigga chimed in, breaking Loki from his thoughts, "would I be able to have a word with you?"

"Of course, mother," Loki responded easily, walking out onto the porch with his mother, leaving you alone with Haven, "what is it?"

Frigga pulled Loki into a hug and kissed his temple gently, rubbing his back comfortingly, "why don't I look after Haven tonight? I am headed for Avengers Campus to see Thor anyway, I can take her to see her Uncle Thor while you and Y/N have a night in? I doubt you two have really been together since this little minx was born."

Loki stared at Frigga in disbelief and he smiled shyly, "mother, I couldn't possibly ask that of you."

"Nonsense, my child," Frigga admonished with a smile, "you and Y/N have a strong connection, spend some time together."

True to her word, Frigga took Haven away from the cabin that night after sorrowful goodnight kisses and hugs, promising that she would be back tomorrow and encouraging her to show Uncle Thor her walking.

When the front door closed, you leaned against it and heaved out a breath. Waiting a few moments, you turned to Thomas with a smile, watching the green surround him, revealing his form of Sir Thomas Sharpe. "Do you hear that?" you whispered to him.

Thomas tilted his head, "I hear nothing."

"Exactly," you grinned, holding his hand and walking into the bedroom with a smirk, "make love to me, Thomas, it's been so long."

That had Thomas's cock standing to attention, eager to feel your tight cunt around him once more. Once you were bare before him and on the bed, Thomas sauntered towards you and knelt above you, kissing down your neck and leaving bites from your ear to your abdomen, wanting every bit of your skin to be marked as proof that he was going to fuck you good tonight.

"I can hardly believe it," Thomas whispered into your stomach, hating how flat it felt against his lips, devoid of life now that Haven was here, "you held our little angel in here."

You sighed happily, your fingers twisting into his hair, "Thomas, please fuck me!"

Thomas chuckled and pulled down your shorts and panties, slipping two fingers into your awaiting cunt as he kissed you fiercely. He had to get you stretched open for him again and he scissored you, listening to your pleasured moans beneath him as you gasped and rocked your hips against his fingers.

Once he was sure that you were ready for him, he lined his cock up to your entrance and slowly pushed in. He threw his head back in pleasure as your wet pussy welcomed him back and your legs snaked around his waist, eager to get him as deep inside you as possible. You needed him so much and you knew that you both wouldn't last long after so long without each other.

Slowly, Thomas began to rock his hips and pick up a hard but fast pace, drawing out beautiful moans from your precious body and keening beneath him. You needed him desperately, his cock hitting your best spot repeatedly as you cried out into the silence, your arms snaking around his neck to drag your nails down his back, causing his cock to twitch inside you.

"Not gonna last," Thomas whispered, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips as he panted, his hips gyrating inside you, his orgasm building quickly, his cock twitching eagerly as you nodded and kissed him back with a fury. You needed him and he needed you.

Thomas's hand dropped down to toy with your clit as you both got closer to your orgasms. "Cum with me," Thomas demanded, his eyes rolling back as he gasped, the pleasure feeling unbelievable after so long without you, "cum with me, please!"

You nodded eagerly and your fingers intertwined with his hair as your orgasm hit the both of you like a tsunami. You both cried out, embracing and kissing endlessly as you laughed into each others lips. You both were relieved to finally be back together in such a way. You had missed how perfect sex felt for the both of you.

"I missed this," you whispered as Thomas carefully cleaned the both of you up, his head lifting from staring at your cunt to smile brightly at you.

"I missed it too, min kjærlighet(my love)," Thomas whispered back, embracing you and kissing you once again.

You decided that was a break enough and you rolled him onto his back, straddling his lap and forcing him to look at you so he could focus on you.

His hands found your hips and he smirked up at you with deep interest as he raised an eyebrow, “hello, darling, what do you want?” Thomas asked in a husky tone and you bent down to capture his lips in a deep kiss.

Expertly, Thomas wrapped his arms around your waist and held you down as their kissing got more fervent, more desperate, your love for each other roaring in your veins. Your hips rolled against his and you pulled away long enough to take a breath and hear his enticing moan of pleasure before diving back in and kissing him once more. Minutes later, Thomas pulled away from the kiss and his hands roamed up your chest with a hurry, exploring every crevice of your body and every detail that he had explored many times over the years.

“So delicious, so very mine,” Thomas growled as his lips roamed down to your neck and you whined softly against him as you felt him instantly latch onto your pulse point. Your hands gripped onto his hair as he started to suckle and lick at that spot and you felt your core start to ache between your legs. That's when Thomas took his chance, rolling you over back onto your back as you gasped and stared up at him.

His leg quickly separated your thighs and rested right against your cunt and he chuckled deeply against your neck when he felt your heat for him, “you’re so very wet already, my darling, does your King make you this turned on so quickly?” Thomas teased from above you and you whined incoherently against his body. 

He slowly pushed himself down, kissing you as he went and when he came face to face with your dripping core, he licked a stripe up from your entrance to your clit and enjoyed how you screamed from the pleasure and overstimulation. 

You watched with keen eyes as your soulmate began to devour you, your eyes rolling back into your head and your back arching from the pleasure you were receiving from the God. He paid very close attention to your clit and made sure to circle it slowly to bring you the very best pleasure. This continued for a while before you felt the familiar feeling of a finger being pushed into your awaiting hole and you released a satisfied scream when you felt his finger inside you and no more than ten seconds later, another finger was added. You loved how easily Thomas could read you as he added a third finger, scissoring them and stretching you for his cock. You were always ready for it but Thomas loved to put on a show. 

You were whining and thrashing beneath him in no time and he watched as your thighs started to quake and your breath hitched, your orgasm approaching quickly. "Cum, baby girl," Thomas demanded, his fingers pushing deep inside you, stroking the spot that brought you to the stars as he carried on circling your clit, "cum for your King and thank him."

"Thomas!!" you screamed, your orgasm washing over you as you screamed, your body twitching and your clit throbbing, "thank you, my King, thank you..."

Pulling his fingers out of you, he shushed your soft whine of loss and climbed up your body to kiss you gently. “You did so well, darling, now I’m going to give you the cock you desperately want."  

You waited eagerly for his cock and when you felt him finally sink into you, you breathed out a sigh of relief and pleasure. When Thomas was fully seated inside you, you allowed yourself a few moments for overstimulation to melt into pleasure before you started to roll your hips against his and beg for his cock to start moving inside you. Feeling the movement of your hips, Thomas stared deep into your eyes and chuckled deeply into your neck as he leaned over you, "you want this cock so bad that you’re reduced to such goo? What a good girl for her King,” Thomas praised and you felt your core light up with arousal as you took in this God and you nodded your head eagerly.

No further words were needed, Thomas started to move his hips and when he saw your head roll back onto the pillows, he knew he was doing a good job already. His cock fit you so perfectly and he knew that you wanted all of him. Thrusting harder into you, he took in your appearance and smirked when he saw that you were already drunk on the feeling of his cock and when he decided to thrust his hips just a little bit harder, the scream he earned from you was like a song to his ears. 

His hand moved to hold your throat and gently press against your pulse point and he felt your walls clench against him when he did so and he chuckled deeply, “you like my hand like this, darling? You’re so cock-drunk I bet you couldn’t form a word.” Thomas teased and you whined at the teasing but when he thrust into you again, you screamed and clawed at his back as you sang his praises in his mind. He loved seeing you like this so he drove into you faster and watched you bare breasts bounce in front of him. 

Before you could even warn him, Thomas felt your walls clench around him almost painfully and he watched as you came down from your powerful orgasm and when you had, he allowed himself to fuck you harder and earn more screams until his thrusts became sloppy and he came with a deep groan. 

Thomas waited a few moments before pulling away from you and pulling out of you, conjuring some lotion for you before applying it to legs and sneakily, he used a spell so that his cum would stay inside you but wouldn’t get you pregnant. Neither of them were ready for that again just yet. After he finished, he laid you under the covers and pulled you into his naked chest and he felt you slowly rouse from you haze and he chuckled.

“Welcome back, holder of my heart, was that good?” He asked gently and you smiled lovingly before nodding.

“Don’t leave me on my own,” you yawned and Loki chuckled and kisses the back of your hair.

“Never, my darling, ever. I have you. Right here, in my arms.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a year later when the both of you felt your perfect world crumble just a bit. You were happily cooking in the kitchen with Thomas sat at the dining table teaching Haven how to use seiðr when Frigga appeared in the middle of the room.

With a squeal, Haven was running over to her grandma and she jumped into her awaiting arms with a laugh. "Gran'ma!" the girl squealed, resting her head on Frigga's shoulder, "come for lunch?"

Frigga shook her head and tickled her granddaughter until she was a mess of giggles and laughter before she swayed her, "go play in your room for a while, okay? Grandma needs to talk to mummy and daddy for a bit."

Haven pouted but grabbed her teddy bear and ran down the hall into her bedroom, closing the door and starting to play with the new seiðr that Thomas had taught her.

"Is something wrong, mother?" Thomas asked, his brow furrowing as he stared at his mother, a sense of dread overcoming him.

"Loki... you are pardoned for your crimes against Midgard and Asgard. Odin has fallen into the Odinsleep, Thor has refused the throne and I wish to stay beside my husband... my darling, we need you back home on the throne," Frigga admitted, her head bowed as she waited for Loki's rightful outburst.

Loki shook his head and backed away, "No. No, I'm happy here, mother! For once in my long life, I am happy! Do not rip that away from me!"

"I cannot stop it, the throne falls to you, Loki!" Frigga pressed, her eyes filling with tears as she watched her son's doubts and fears set in before her eyes, "Loki... please..."

"Why can't you take the throne?!" Loki snapped, seiðr crackling around him as tears formed in his own eyes, "why am I the one that has to do it?! I'm banished!! Tell Thor that he cannot just refuse the throne!"

You walked over to Loki and held his arm with a frown, "Loki, my love... calm down, Haven can probably hear you..."

"That's another thing... what of Y/N and Haven? Y/N hasn't been to Asgard since I left to become Thomas Sharpe! No doubt she was banished too!" Loki bit out, his arm wrapping around your waist.

"You're both free," Frigga whispered, tears spilling down her cheek as she stared at Loki, "please, my son... you can come home right away when Odin awakens..."

You sigh and rest your head on Loki's shoulder, "give us some time to pack..."

Frigga nodded and disappeared in a flash of light. Once Frigga was gone, Loki let out a pained whine and dropped to his knees, clutching at his shirt as he sobbed, "why... I don't want the throne... I'm happy!"

You knelt beside your husband and pulled him into your chest, gently running your nails through his curls, "shhh... I'm always going to be here with you... by your side... I promise... come on, let's go pack."

Within three hours, essentials were packed and Haven was saying goodbye to her pretty nursery. You locked the door to the cabin and watched it disappear in a green light, the invisibility spell coming into effect before your eyes. You held your daughter as she wept in your arms, Loki squeezing your hand as the Bifrost opened around you.

Once you arrived back in Asgard, Haven was giggling and screaming, "again! Again!"

You looked up at Heimdall and bowed your head to him, "hello again, Heimdall."

"Welcome back to Asgard, Lady Y/N," Heimdall greeted you and he smiled, bowing to Prince Loki, "and welcome back to you Prince Loki."

Loki nodded stiffly and held your hand, "shall we just go? I wouldn't like to keep mother waiting."

"Of course," you smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple before turning to Heimdall, "forgive him, this came as a surprise."

Heimdall nodded to you and gestured to the exit of the Observatory, a mare and Odin's steed, Sleipnir, waiting for them. Tears formed in Loki's eyes as he walked over to Sleipnir, patting his side and resting his forehead against the stallion's great neck.

"Y/N? I would like you to meet my other child... Sleipnir Lokison..." Loki gestured to Sleipnir and you hesitantly walked over and stroked the silky mane of the stallion.

"You had a son and didn't tell me?" you looked over at him, tears forming in your eyes as you hiccuped, "why didn't you tell me?"

Loki hung his head and stroked Sleipnir's hair as he choked on a sob, "I thought you knew. Rumours spread and that is the only one that is true..."

You would have gone off at him in anger if it weren't for Haven cooing and reaching out her chubby hands to pet Sleipnir too. Your heart melted at the sight of your daughter bonding with her half-brother. Sleipnir turned his head curiously and sniffed her, making her giggle and hold his nose. Satisfied, Sleipnir whinnied and stomped his hooves, bending down for Loki to mount him.

Once the both of you were on your horses, you made haste for the castle, Haven enjoying the wind blowing in her hair while Loki frowned at the castle closing in. His paradise melting away with every beat of Sleipnir's powerful hooves.

As soon as you got to the royal stables, you tied up your mare and began walking up the road to the castle. Loki, however, stayed behind to talk with his son.

Sleipnir turned to walk into the stables but Loki held onto the reins, forcing the stallion to stop and whinny in protest. "Wait," Loki protested weakly, tears shining in his eyes, "come home, Sleipnir. You're free now that I am King."

Sleipnir's eyes widened and he bumped his head against Loki's neck and nickered softly as a yes. Smiling, Loki whispered an incantation and moments later, a boy of almost six years old was standing before him.

"Mummy," came the gentle and overjoyed squeak of his son and Loki broke down, pulling the boy into a hug while sobbing. "Mummy, I come home...?"

"You come home, I promise, I promise you're coming home..." Loki whimpered, pressing a kiss to Sleipnir's head before guiding him up to the palace.

Walking into the throne room, he joined you at the foot of the stairs leading to Odin's throne. Frigga was stood upon the stairs holding Gungnir.

Seeing that she had his attention, Frigga began slowly, "Loki Odinson... Crowned Prince of Asgard, our second born... will you take this mantle until such a time that your father awakens?"

"I will, mother, I will protect Asgard until Odin's return," Loki's voice trembling, watching Frigga nod and hand over the powerful staff to him. It felt heavy in his hands and his ceremonial armour appeared over his body as he ascended the stairs to the throne. Sitting down, he looked down at you with a fearful expression, fearing his quiet life as Thomas Sharpe was gone.

You knelt before him, your hand over your heart as Haven ran up the stairs to perch on her daddy's lap, Sleipnir following quickly after. Haven's hands reached for Loki's helmet and she pouted.

"Pwease? I hold? I wear?" she asked cutely, her chubby hands still making grabbing motions for the gold on Loki's head.

Chuckling, Loki removed the helmet and placed it on her head, watching as she instantly tried to pull it off because of the weight.

"Children?" Frigga spoke up, looking at Sleipnir and Haven, "come with me, let your parents be alone for a while."

Sleipnir nodded and handed Loki's helmet back, picking up Haven and smiling at her as he followed Frigga out of the throne room.

Silence reigned for a while until you broke the silence, "King of Asgard? May I approach?"

Loki tilted his head and smirked, "You may, I have a feeling where this is going," he playfully teased.

Your thighs pressed together and you bit your lip as you approached, sitting on his lap and staring at him, "you look so powerful, baby, but you are still my Thomas. My husband. The father of our child. Oh, darling, I love you."

Loki's smirk widened and he kissed down your neck, moaning softly as he held your waist, "do you love me? Do you crave me, darling? Does your sweet little cunt demand my cock inside you? Your King's cock buried deep within your folds, bringing you infinite pleasure?"

You whined and wrapped your legs around his waist, gasping when you felt his hardened cock against you. Soon enough, all of your clothes were gone and you were bare before him. Loki smirked and pulled out his cock, your mouth watering at the sight of his reddened tip.

"Ride me, whore, ride me like the slut you are, I know you need to," Loki smirked, watching as you lined yourself up with his cock and slammed down onto him, both of you moaning in bliss at the feeling of his cock slipping inside you. "Oh, look at you, so desperate for my cock, such a good girl, I love you so much."

"Thomas," you whined, your arms wrapping around his neck as your eyes squeezed closed, bouncing on his cock and moaning in pleasure, "I love you, my King, I love you so much."

"Show me you love me, beautiful," Loki snarled, his hips slapping against yours as he fucked up into you, panting heavily into the crook of your neck, "prove how much this slutty hole needs me."

You rode him for near on twenty minutes, prolonging your orgasms by slowing to a halt every time you got close, listening to him growling and whining when he feels you stop his orgasm time and time again. This time, however, you were going to let him cum.

"Please," Loki breathed out, his eyes rolling, his hips lazily rocking up into you, "please, I'll be good, please just let me cum."

You giggled and picked up the pace, leaning down to press a harsh kiss to his lips, "cum, baby, cum for me."

Your orgasms hit at the same time, Loki's body spasming while electricity ran through yours and you screamed in pleasure as you settled, feeling his cum filling you.

You flopped forward, cuddling into your husband's chest as you panted, "I love you... I love you in any form, in any Realm, in any time... You were my Thomas Sharpe, my Loki, my beloved heart."

Loki laughed and kissed your cheek, rubbing your back, "I love you, my treasure."

~~~~~~~~~~~

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

@lokisgoodgirl

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@evelyn-kingsley

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[simplyholl]

Loki Oneshots

18+ Only. Minors DNI.

Snowed In

A Christmas Wish

Feast

Titles and Temptations

New Year’s Eve

A Moonlit Picnic

The Sex Tape

The Birthday Gift ft Bucky

All Eyes On Me

Traitor

A Big Tip

Be A Good Girl For Daddy

Bad Idea, Right?

The President’s Pet

Frozen Stiff

Birthday Girl

A Gift For A God

Exposure

Three’s Company ft Bucky

Truly Desperate

Buckle Up

Punished

[the-princess-of-loki]

Loki²

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader x Loki

Warnings: smut, graphic descriptions of smut, if you don't like it DON'T READ IT. There's a paragraph that's MXM (LokixLoki). You could read it without reading that paragraph, but again, if you don't like it, don't read it.

I was tired. So fucking tired I could barely keep my eyes open to see the door in front of me. I jiggled the keys in my hands as I tried to remember which key was the one to open the door of Loki’s and my flat. The work week has burned me down mentally and I wasn’t able to do a simple task like opening a fucking door. At least, I had the whole weekend with Loki ahead of me to look for. Maybe Loki was in a good mood and wanted to give me one of his famous massages. I smiled at the thought. His big hands always felt so good on me…

I finally found the key so I opened the door. I left my keys on the bowl we had next to the door for them and hung my bag on the rack. Our flat was really not that big, so I was surprised when I didn’t see Loki sitting on his usual spot on our two-place sofa reading a book. As I walked towards our small kitchen, I heard laughter and flirting coming from our bedroom. I walked there slowly as if moving by an automatic response more than real will. I felt my heart throbbing against my chest and my ears started to get blocked. I could only hear the fast rhythm of my heart and a piercing whistling.

As I stood in front of the door, the doorknob on my trembling hand, I pondered for a moment if I really wanted to see what was waiting for me on the other side. Was I ready for it? Hell, no. Did I need to see it? My gut was telling me that I should. Just for the sake of not doing a scene and seeming even more pathetic, I took a few deep breaths before daring to move again. As I slowly recovered my hearing, I noticed that everything was silent. Obviously, Loki knew I was there. Why he hadn’t come out of the room to make up some kind of excuse was beyond my comprehension at that moment.

Once I was calm enough given the circumstances, I opened the door slowly. I couldn’t have prepared myself for what I saw in a thousand years. The sight in front of me left me utterly speechless. I think I forgot how to breathe at some moment. I just stood in the doorframe, not able to move or look away. It was impossible.

Loki was there on the bed, kneeling on it, in all his naked glory. But even if that was a sight to be left breathless, it wasn’t all. There were not one but two naked Lokis kneeling on our bed. Did I pass out and hit my head that hard? Was I in heaven? I didn’t know but this felt like a wild version of paradise. The two Lokis smiled at me and both of them extended one of their arms towards me. Only one of them spoke, though.

“Hello, my dear princess,” he said, his smile intact. “Come to bed, my love.” It was more of an invitation than an order but my legs moved on their own accord as if he were the owner. Once I reached the side of the bed, the two Lokis helped me get on it, kneeling right in between them. The Loki behind me started to unbutton my shirt just enough for my collarbone to be exposed. He placed both of his hands on each side of my hips as his lips started a travel from my neck to my collarbone and back. I sighed at the sensation of his warm lips on my exposed skin. “We both know how tired you are, my dear,” the Loki in front of me went on as he caressed my cheek. “So we thought about a little game to wind you down a little.”

“Wh-what kind of game?” I asked, my breathing getting heavier because of the kisses I was receiving from the Loki behind me.

“One that you’ll enjoy, of course,” the Loki in front of me answered, mischief shining in his green eyes.

“Where’s the catch?” I asked before moaning as the Loki behind me started to nibble on my skin. The Loki in front of me laughed.

“You know me so well, my dear,” he chuckled as he kept caressing one of my cheeks. “There’s a little condition or pre-game if you’d like. If you win, we’ll both take care of your pleasure.” That notion itself seemed mind-blowing but there had to be something else.

“And if I lose…?” I asked a little wary, closing my eyes as the Loki behind me tilted my head back to have full access to my throat.

“If you lose, you will take care of our pleasure. Pretty fair, isn’t it?” The Loki in front of me asked after a small chuckle. Still, I wasn’t convinced. Loki’s thinking was too complex for this game to be so simple.

“And what do I have to do?”

“Oh, that’s easy, love. You only have to tell us which one of us is the real one and which one is the magic copy. It should be easy enough for you. As I said before: you know me so well…” he smirked.

And it was easy. I could definitely tell the difference without a second of a doubt. But I was conflicted about my answer. On the one hand, I couldn’t even phantom the kind of pleasure that not one but two Lokis could bring me. After all, only one Loki always drove me crazy with pleasure. However, pleasuring Loki was as much enjoyable to me as his pleasuring me. I loved to be able to drive him completely insane with my actions. Every time he moaned my name in pleasure, he grabbed my hair tightly and lost control of himself was as blissful as when I reached my own climax. So I had to think carefully about my answer.

However, how could I think about anything at all in my current situation? I had two beautifully naked Lokis in bed with me. One of them talking sweet nothings to me; the other slowly unbuttoning my shirt, kissing my neck, throat and collarbone, nibbling them softly and caressing every bit of newly exposed skin. There was no way I could think.

“This one,” I said in a breathy whisper as I grabbed a bunch of the Loki behind me hair. “You’re the real one,” both Lokis chuckled at the same time.

“What makes you say that, my dear?” The Loki in front of me asked with a smirk. The Loki behind me stopped his ministrations on my skin so I could take a moment to at least answer coherently.

“A few things. First, the real Loki would never make it easy for me to guess it. He’d think that I’d think the one doing all the talking was the real one because we know how much he likes being in control. So he would change roles to try to confuse me. Secondly, the copy hasn’t touched me in any private area, while the real one already kissed my neck, my throat, my collarbone and caressed my whole body. But there is one thing that Loki has no control over and that thing is defining to know which one of you is real.”

“May I know which thing is that, princess?” The Loki behind me spoke for the first time since I entered the room. I smiled.

“The way your touch makes me feel, love,” both Lokis looked at me with a surprised expression. They were so cute that I couldn’t help smiling more and caressing one cheek of both of them. “When the real one touched me first, I felt this warm, fuzzy, comfortable and safe feeling that I always feel when you’re around. When the copy caressed my cheek, the same feelings aroused except for the safety. And the real Loki always makes me feel safe, even when he’s angry. It’s always like that,” I shrugged, blushing a little. Loki looked at me still surprised but after some minutes, he smiled sweetly. Although I must admit it was a little weird to see his copy do exactly the same thing as him at exactly the same time.

“You do have me figured out, don’t you, princess?” The real Loki chuckled. “Well, we made a deal and it’s time for us to deliver...”

I shivered involuntarily at the way his sultry voice left that sentence hanging in the air. I felt his smirk on my ear where his lips were and I saw his copy in front of me smirking too. The real Loki put two of his long fingers below my chin and softly moved my head to the side. He joined our lips in a sweet but passionate kiss. I didn’t doubt to return his kiss; our breaths mingled and so did our tongues. I gasped when I felt both my shirt and my bra disappear but I kept kissing Loki all the same. While the real Loki kept kissing me passionately, I felt his copy’s mouth and tongue on my collarbone. The copy’s tongue moved down my torso until he reached one of my nipples. He blew some cold air into it and then surrounded the pink bud with his mouth, lazily stroking it with his tongue. I had to break Loki’s kiss as I moaned and arched my back. The real Loki smirked again as he grabbed my work skirt and tore it to pieces. I was already heaving and this was just starting.

Loki caressed the sides of my body while his copy moved to my other nipple. Loki grabbed the sides of my panties and I could see a smirk on his lips as he tore them into pieces too. His hands caressed my belly, going lower inch by inch. Before he reached my core, he stopped, though. He was, without a doubt, enjoying this as much as I was.

“Are you wet yet, my princess?” Loki asked in a sexy whisper.

One of his hands still wandered around my core while the other caressed its way to my butt. I gasped when he grabbed tightly one of my asscheeks, squeezing it; I moaned a second later when he slapped it at the same exact moment his copy sucked harder on my nipple. My air and lungs weren’t enough to moan out my pleasure. Loki slapped my other asscheek, a little harder this time, making my hips move away from him involuntarily. Right in that instant, he massaged my external walls with two of his long digits. I heard him chuckle through my moan.

“You are always wet and ready for me, my princess,” he praised me still chuckling.

Loki teased my clit for some moments while his copy sucked my nipple and squeezed my asscheeks. The real one rubbed my clit with his thumb and I moved my hips with his movements until the copy grabbed my ass more tightly so I couldn’t move. I whimpered and they both chuckled at the same time. Then, Loki inserted one of his fingers inside me, while he kept rubbing my clit with his thumb. I moaned, tilting my head back so much that it ended up resting on his shoulder. He moved his finger inside and out of me, teasing that fantastic spot with each thrust, all the while he rubbed my clit with his thumb and his copy kept sucking on my nipples, alternating between the two of them.

When Loki felt I was used to his finger, he nodded to his copy. The copy smirked and left my breasts and one of my asscheeks as he inserted the same finger that Loki had inside me. I moaned as both of them moved their fingers at the same time, just teasing me. They kept adding fingers inside me as they felt how I was getting more and more aroused every second that passed by. I got excited as I saw them both taking his fingers out of me completely; that only meant one thing. However, when my lust-clouded mind was able to think, I got worried. They were both preparing to penetrate me. Both.

“Loki…I…both…I won’t be able…” I stuttered, looking back at the real Loki behind me who smiled at me sweetly but with mischief shining on his green eyes.

“My princes, have I ever done something to you that you didn’t enjoy? Have I ever hurt you?” Loki asked as he kissed and nibbled my neck.

“N-no, but…” It was difficult to concentrate on words at that moment. Almost impossible.

“Then, keep trusting me, my love. I will always do what’s best for you and I promised you pleasure, not pain. So relax, my love, and give yourself to me.”

I was still a little hesitant, to be honest. But what Loki had said was true so I decided to do what I always did in these situations: I trusted him and gave myself to him. He always knew, sometimes better than me, what, how and when I needed something. So I just nodded to him, giving him my express consent. I knew that he wouldn’t go on until I had fully and expressly consented. It was one of the things, of many things, that made me fall in love with him. Even for our first kiss, he’d asked for my permission.

Once I’ve consented, both Loki and his copy started to prepare to penetrate me again. They had to move on the bed so they’d be able to do it. I was excited but hesitant at the same time. Loki knew it, of course he did, so he grabbed my neck with one hand to bring me towards his chest as he was still behind me. His lips lingered on mine, his warm breath hitting my face as a hypnotic fragrance.

“Feel me,” he whispered in a low, sultry voice.

Loki crashed his lips on mine and I lost every ability to think. I was only able to feel him, just as he had told me to. After a short while, I had to break the kiss as I felt both Loki and his copy thrust inside me at the same time. I moaned high. I felt a little bit of pain, I wasn’t going to lie. Loki was big enough on his own and now he was doubled in size and completely inside me. Loki, of course, knew it, so both he and his copy stayed still inside me.

“Good girl,” Loki praised me as he breathed heavily. His chest went up and down against my back and the same went for Loki’s copy in front of me. A thought crossed my mind then; a dangerous thought without a doubt. Loki knew about it as soon as it crossed my mind and he chuckled. “Oh, my princess. Who would’ve known you had such dirty thoughts, my good girl? But I’ve promised you pleasure and I’m a god of my word, aren’t I?”

I couldn’t believe it, but was really excited and amazed to see, when Loki grabbed his copy’s neck and brought him forward to him with me still in the middle. They kissed passionately right next to my face. It was an exaggerated kiss so I could see every movement. Loki looked at me the whole time, making sure that I was looking and enjoying the show he was putting up for me. And hell, I was enjoying it more than I thought I would. When I saw their tongues playing together, I couldn’t stop myself and joined their kiss with my own tongue. I moaned as soon as they kissed me back.

Once I was lost in that passionate and wild kiss -really, not even in my wildest fantasies I’d imagined that I’d get to kiss two Lokis at the same time. Loki and his copy started to move slowly, thrusting inside me in a rhythm which made sure that one of them was all the time inside me. I broke the kiss and moaned with each thrust, as they both hit my G-spot all the time stimulating me non-stop. To make matters better in this particular situation, Loki started to rub my clit with his thumb again. I was being over-stimulated and I didn’t know how much time I was going to last. I even started to feel my walls getting tighter around both Loki’s and his copy’s hard members inside me.

“You’re so close, princes…” Loki whispered in my ear in his sensual, breathy voice. “Cum for me, my good girl…cum for both of us.”

Immediately after he finished speaking, I cum hard with a high moan of his name. I trembled as I felt my orgasm in every inch of my body. However, Loki and his copy didn’t stop or slow down his movements. If something, they moved harder and faster. My mind was in no state to think about anything but my body responded automatically to their movements, getting ready for yet another orgasm. I was still trembling from the first one but it seemed that my body wanted to please both Lokis with an orgasm for each. It didn’t take me long until another climax hit me and this time I felt both Lokis cumming too, filling me with their semen so much that it started to fall down my inner thighs before they got out of me. It was, without a doubt, the hottest experience of my life.

Once they both took out their member of me, I fell on the bed, breathing heavily and completely exhausted and satisfied. Loki laid next to me, caressing my back with the tip of his fingers as he too tried to recover his breath. I turned my face to the other side to look at him and we both smiled tiredly to each other, the look of complete satisfaction present in both our faces.

“Would you like my copy to give you that massage you were hoping for, my princess?” Loki asked with half a smirk. I laughed and nodded.

[morally-grey-variant]

Loki politely asking you for consent like

[mischiefmaker615]

Why am i not there *cries in fangirl*

[smolvenger]

Reunion (Loki x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: The sacred timeline is destroyed. And your missing, mischievous lover has returned. A confrontation and a fear of abandonment and betrayal with his return still bring about the passion you have for each other.

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Smut! Smut! 18+ (P in V sex, dirty talk, doing it in an office). Discussions of the fear of death, abandonment, and being cheated on- but don’t worry Loki is faithful to reader and would never. The Loki and Sylvie relationship is made platonic as it should have been all along for the sake of the fic. Not as super revised as usual but it's not a rough draft, I just wanted this out quickly while we had the first episode as our main focus.

Comments, reblogs, dms, and asks about my work are always appreciated!

Taglist: @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract (smut starts at the line "Too long- Too long" and ends at "At once, he pulled himself up" for your comfort, bestie) @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr @meowmeow-motherfucker @marvel-fanfic-lover @animnerd @twhiddlestufftuff

@goddessgirl143 @lunarnights95

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

A/N: With all the gifs out, I got the inspiration from the first episode. Wanted it out before the rest of the series makes me disappointed so I can go to delulu land again here. I hope you like it!

“OB! Better hurry up before your latte gets cold!” you called out. In your hand was a paper bag with the warm food and the other was a cup holder with the big cup of coffee. It’s a sweet smell just under your nostrils. 

It was a messy room with clutter on the floors and tables. They were all broken gadgets- more than you could name. All for that circular little room like OB’s circular little glasses. Well- it was understaffed. Only dear Ouroboros, or OB as everyone called him, fixed all that technology for the TVA. He was on the other end of the room piecing together a broken tempad. He then jumped around, grinned, and began to prance over to you from his main desk. The man was as happy as a squirrel it never occurred to him that he was lonely, overworked, and sleep-deprived. He insisted on working constantly without breaks- so you always thought he could use some caffeine and a bite to eat. 

“Oh! Y/N! Hello! Let me hurry over!” he chirruped.

 You set the bag and the cup on the desk before him, glad to see him so happy over your delivery.

“Here- it’s a large vanilla latte but I added two shots of espresso. I know you always pull all-nighters. And here- here’s your breakfast. I added a pastry in as well too. You could use the sugar rush.”

He peeked into the bag. He pulled out the food and began to unwrap it, his smile going up to his ears.

“Oh my gosh! A ham and egg on toast and a chocolate croissant!? My favorites! Oh- thank you, Y/N!” he said.

You smiled up at him, placing your hands on the desk.

“No problem- anything for the hardest worker here!” you responded.

He took a first sip, his eyes always bright. He let out a satisfied exhale from the delicious taste. Then he peeked over up at you, both hands on the warm cup.

“How are you, Y/N!? I don’t mean to pry but there’s this rumor I heard from B-15! Is it true? I heard you have a boyfriend! You never told me a word about thim-how is he?!”

It hit you like a kick in the ribs. You paused. Letting out a deep breath-suddenly the mood darkened. But, you could not pretend, even with OB, that you were worried about your lover. Your mischievous, divine lover. 

“OB, I know you’re not going to believe me. I know it’s kind of frowned upon- but it’s allowed. But my boyfriend he’s…he’s a Loki.”

“A Loki?” he repeated.

“Yes- The Loki. The one who tried to invade Loki- the one we all caught. I mean- he’s been here a while. I got to know him and…well, we fell for each other,” you explained. 

“Oh! Wow! Well-how does it work, an agent and a Loki?” he questioned.

“We- we find a way. I’ve just been-been worried about him. He had to go- go take care of something. You know the whole thing about timelines being messed with and the other Loki running around causing trouble? Something is up- something serious. He’s been gone for a bit- it’s been a few days. I haven’t heard anything directly from him. He could be dead by now. And there’s something else. The other thing is…is…”

You put a hand over your mouth, the gripping, biting urge to cry hitting you. But it was too strong. Your anxieties were a dam long contained and here they were out. OB set down his coffee to listen to you. Then you continued, the most private fear of yours confessed. 

“The Loki is a woman Loki. He’s with her to take care of this issue. That’s all I know. But it’s been a while- he’s still with her. And she’s powerful and strong and pretty and good at everything and perfect…. and how could I ever compete with her- and he’s-he’s already tossed me aside by now and left me for her by now and-”

Your voice cut off. You felt yourself about to cry. You squinted your eyes shut and looked down, putting your hand to your face-hot and tight. Finally, you lowered your head to the desk and began to cry.

“Oh- Y/N! It’s okay! There-there! You know even that kind of betrayal is low for a Loki! I don’t think most would even think of doing that- their trust is hard to earn! It will work out- shh, shh” he consoled, patting a hand on your back.

You returned up from the desk, tears streaming down your face.

“Oh- Y/N! Here- have some tissues!” OB offered. 

He got out a little plastic box from the corner of the desk. You pulled out one of the white tissues and wiped your eyes.

“Oh, Y/N. No wonder you’re worried. If you ever get sad about him or scared- you can visit me!” he offered.

“Even with all your work?” you asked, sniffling. 

“Oh, even with all my work! It’s nice to have company sometime!” he answered, nodding his head.

“Okay, I will…”

“Worst Case Scenario- I can fix a taser and just do it on him!” he offered. 

“Thanks, I’ll aim for the balls,” you replied.

Both of you broke into a bit of laughter. Then you said your goodbyes, and OB went back to work on the tempad with the sandwich in his free hand. 

You went about. Wiping tears off your hand. Maybe it was good to do just some office work. Focus on that- yes. It was comforting- to have something to consume your thoughts, your worries. If there was still a heart beating in his lover’s chest or if it stopped. Or if he abandoned your bed for the embrace of someone else. 

But then you heard- Kang was killed. The sacred timeline destroyed. It was an emergency, yet every single agent was running like a chicken with their head chopped off. 

Everything was going into chaos. The sacred timeline was destroyed. Everything was now free and open. Every timeline was shattered and now anything and everything could happen. Ravonna shoved paperwork into your chest.

“Here- Y/N! Take these and get them to HR! Now!” she requested. 

You clasped a file full of paperwork. Then you set off, clutching it to your chest. The view of the tall buildings, statues, and everything always makes your chest soften with its beauty. The bright lights. The sheer size of the place. You let in a deep breath to admire the sight. 

There was a noise. Footsteps. Intuitively, you turned your head for the sound. And the source ran before you.

Loki.

His shirt was a little torn in his rolled-up sleeves and his eyes wide, but it was him. His shirt was sweaty and tight. Buttons askew. His curls wild and free. He was more beautiful than you had ever seen him before. 

He paused, screeching his steps to a halt. You let out a small scream in spite of yourself, dropping the papers to your feet. Down they came in a cascade to the floor. You covered your mouth.

“...Y/N…” he panted out.

“Loki…is it…is it you…”

From the back, there was a voice crying. “There he is! Get him!”’

He looked in a panic and then turned around.

“Y/N- I’m-I’m-I missed you. I love you-but-but-but-”

More charging footsteps. He looked over at the balcony.

“Meet me down there!”

In a heartbeat, he threw himself over the balcony. You ran over.

“Loki- no!” you cried.

You looked down and saw him fall down through the air- but you knew the air would land him. It would be soft. Mobius ran by you- eyes wide. The agents, armed and ready. You peeked as he fell down, down, down. 

Not after- no- not after this time! To lose him again!

You ran. You chased him until you were breathless. Things were falling. TVA agents went after him. But you were steadfast- your heart racing in your ears. What mattered more was him. Timeline be damned- it was already. There was nothing else to do now, that mattered- but him!

You sprinted down the steps. Ran harder and faster. Tears threatening to come out.

He’s back- he’s back- he’s back!

“Loki! Loki I’m here! Don’t you-don’t you dare you fucker- you bastard, I’ll-” you cursed, breathless as you reached the last steps and got out to the floor. 

You looked around the place- searching, searching everywhere. Technology was malfunctioning- sparks flew from computers and screens. Agents everywhere still scattering. Alarms still went on, blasting into your ears. Agents were running all over the place. You looked around-seeing everything. Checking every room as people ran about. As a group gathered to watch the timeline break into pieces on a screen- you didn’t hear him behind you.

You felt two strong arms grab around you and pull you to a corner- a hand over your mouth so you couldn’t scream. Someone got you! But you could smell his sweat, his scent. Your eyes turned over-it was none other than your beloved Loki. 

“Y/N- here- we have to hide!” he said.

He practically dragged you over to the next room, shutting the door and locking it. It was a smaller, private space. A TVA office room was abandoned. Nothing but desks full of papers and computers but not a soul. Only the giant screen above detailing the sacred timeline’s downfall. Though you still heard alarms. The bustle of people from just outside. So much going on. But it was background noise to you now. You stood your ground, your hands gripping the skirt you wore for work. 

Loki went over and hugged you, your hands went up to embrace him back but were frozen mid-air.

“I needed to help the timeline!” he cried, releasing the hug. 

“You are needed here!” you insisted.

“Kang is at the loose- he has variants! I’ve been betrayed-”

“You think you’re the one betrayed!? What’s this I hear about a woman Loki you’ve been with?!”

“Wait- you mean Sl-”

In a heartbeat, you raised your hand and slapped him hard across the cheek. His head switched to the side, and the click of your hand hitting hard against his face echoed in the empty office. He caught it and nursed it with his hand. Tears fell down you again.

Then he quickly leaned over and grabbed yours. He pulled you to him, forcing you to look him in the eye. The red light of the alarms all over the office- turning red, then the familiar wan yellow of work. It glowed against his white skin, making him seem even more beautiful. 

“Y/N, I swear to you on my mother’s grave-she is no more than a sister to me! We worked together. No more than that. She kept telling me to shut up about you. Because-because I missed you so much and kept telling her how wonderful you were! I thought we could work together- but she didn’t. She did the one thing I begged her not to do- she broke the timeline- And now- now everything’s fallen apart-”

“I waited all this time and not a word from you!” you shouted. You didn’t care if it was petty. If it was being a helicopter girlfriend. You had stuffed your worries inside you for too long, and now it was out in the open. “Loki- I Was scared for you! You could have died and I would have never known!”

He put both his large hands on your face. Looking right at you.

“Y/N- with all of my heart- I am so sorry I vanished.” 

You had no words. He kept speaking to you, soft despite the chaos. Your mouth opened a little, but you had no words. You saw Loki was crying a little too as he continued. 

“If I could write to you- teleport to you- drag myself to your feet and beg for you I would! If I could even teleport to look at you- one tiny glance at you. To say one word to you- I would. It was impossible. But the stakes were high. I had to hurry. I did this because I feared for the safety of every person here- and most of all for you! Do you understand how scared I was when I saw how powerful Kang is!? That his variants could hurt you?! Norns- thank norns. I’m alive to see you again. To see you, hear your voice, touch you- Y/N, you’re safe-that is all I want. For you to be safe. Can you forgive me?”

You raised a hand to touch his.

“Loki, I…I…I’m so sorry I yelled-I…I forgive y-”

You never finished. His lips cracked onto yours.

 He groaned and you settled into it. He was needy- desperate. Too long, too long. You had forgotten how much his lips, his touch made you weak and craving more every time. His hands all over you. He turned you around, so you felt his erection against your covered ass. So he could kiss you, touch his hands over your breasts. He was kissing every bit of your neck he could, almost like biting into you- devouring and savoring you all over again like the first night you joined. He pressed his hips a little further so you could feel his hardening and you let out a gasp.

“Hel, do you feel what you do to me-even now-they’re all out to prune me again, to catch me, and all I want is your sweet warmth inside me-”

There was a slight explosion upstairs. The building shuddered. He kissed you further. Grinding a little into your hips. You felt your own panties suddenly dampen as if you stepped in a lake. You let out a gasp. He kept kissing you- his hands all over your nice, professional blouse and dress. Fingers wide to touch you, memorize you again. You turned around tugging at him-kissing him so much. Feeling his holster on his back-running a hand through his soft, beautiful curls you loved so much.

“Y/N-Y/N please-please-take me inside you- now-It’s been too long-”

“Yes- Yes, I will,” you voiced.  

The floor was shaking a little, there was a rumble like a small earthquake. People’s desk decorations, plants, and photos, were beginning to wobble if not fall over. He gathered your skirt up.

“Quick- be quick darling-they’re looking for me. We don’t have time,” Loki rasped.

He pulled you down. Holding you so that he laid down and you were on top. You clutched at his buttons. Hands shaking, ripping them apart- displaying his body, so pale, muscled, beautiful. His large hands went up to your hems, your tights. He grabbed your legs so hard- so close to him. Never to leave. Fingers digging into your skin. 

“Gods- my beautiful, desperate goddess- come on, dear- just spread your legs-now- hurry-”

You could hardly breathe as he took your skirt and bunched it to your hips. Exposing you to him. You began to grind on him- keeping yourself in the heat of your desire for him. And his for you, nearly ripping it further. He then took his hands over your breasts, your shirt-ripping buttons that came off-they splattered on the floor. Your chest exposed like his.  He kissed and touched your breast. Then in a split second, his hands went to your soaking panties.

“Nrgh- this- now this is what I need-no-no time- forgive me-again-”

 He then moved his hands up and his strong arms flexed as he ripped your panties in half.t- ripping so that your pussy was out and exposed. With trembling fingers, you went down to his pants. Quickly unbuttoning it. He adjusted his hips so that he was out.  He adjusted himself quickly, so his cock came free- so large and hard.

“Darling-just-just let me- let me-here-” he breathed out. In a second, he pushed your hips down so he sheathed inside you. You let out a gasp- he fit well- already all of him in. 

You spread your legs and got on him. Immediately setting at a pace. Fast, desperate. There was another shudder and papers flew. He began to thrust. Your breasts bounced in turn- it was hitting the right spot, a deep spot. So quick and deep, you were letting out moans. But with the alarms and cacophony of sounds you blended in. 

“L-L-Loki-I-I-” you breathed out.

He thrust thrust thrust so fast in you- it was so out of control. You were losing your breath. Another sound of electric and you let out a moan. You took a trembling hand. You found one of his daggers, despite the pounding into your bouncing body. You took it out-holding the blade to his throat, still thrusting. 

“If-If you ever- ever cheat on me I will-I’ll kill the both of you!” you hissed. 

He only smiled as he felt the blade.

“Yes- Y/N- to be killed by-by-fuck- you. Even- Even a god would want to die like that.”

He then gripped your arm and tipped it around so that it was thrown out of your hands onto the floor. Then he gripped your hips, thrusting still at that pace. Keeping you there. His hands move to feel your skin, memorize you.

“Yes-yes-Yes there-there, sweet girl- you’ve missed this cock- I’ve missed this sweet pussy of yours-wet and desperate-”

He groaned as he thrust into you. Your breasts in your bra bouncing, almost coming out. You reached a hand down- feeling his shoulders- his exposed chest with the little hairs. His hand reached down. Your clit was swollen and ready. He began to play with it- meeting the wild, desperate pace of his thrusting. Papers flew from the desk over the floor. 

“Lo-Loki I- ah! Yes, I- ah- fuck-just-just keep…keep going yes-”

He groaned, his neck straining-

“Yes- little goddess here- I-do -I-I I- fuck-what about you and those men at the TVA-shit-leering at you- can they-nrgh- give you pleasure- no other agent- no other person- can- can dare-dare touch you-you’re mine, all mine-none can fuck you here-yes- keep-dammit-dammit- just cum, cum, my dear-just-”

He pounded you into a fury- you bounced around, so much it was getting too much, your pleasure going up, you could feel it building- you gripped onto his shoulders, feeling everything about to clench. Rising up, up, as wild as the alarms blaring around you. 

‘Yes-Yes-Loki- I’m-I’m goingtocumI’mgoingto-”

Your voice kept hitching up high, then higher. Like little gasps, almost small screams- the near release. He kept at his pace.

“Yes- yes, my dear- go-go I’m about to-yes-go with me darling- cum now, cum sweet gril-Cum, dammit-CUM!”

With a high gasp, it broke on you. Everything in your muscles released. You got dizzy. You felt his own cum shoot out inside you. Your breath was held and you felt him relax beneath you. He pulled out of you.

 At once he pulled himself up, touching your forehead. All the noise had gone- there was just the two of you now. Not wanting one bit of you apart.  

“Y/N- I promise. Nothing is going to keep my little pet away from me. Whatever happens now- we face it together.”

You nodded, nuzzling into him. It seemed the panic had settled. The alarms and lights went back to silent normalcy. Even with the chatter and footsteps, here in the little office, things seemed peaceful.

“Loki- I understand. You have great, important things. You’re doing the right thing- but…if I can be with you- if there is anything I can do to help- I’ll do it.”

“I love you so much- and I’ve missed you so much, my Y/N.”

“I’ve missed you too,” you replied. 

Getting up, you helped each other readjust your clothes. Button back each other’s shirts. He kissed you again and you both hurried out clutching hands. You didn’t know what would happen next, but his hand was in yours. That was all you needed for now.