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ᴄʟᴜʙ ᴋɪssᴇs

Synopsis: Kasey has just broken up with her boyfriend, while at a bar nursing her wounds she meets two brothers, and one of them offers her a deal.

*wrote this on a writing high, not promising good content*

Word Count: 3.1k

!Trigger Warnings!

-loki (should be an automatic warning)

-dirty!talk

-heavily centered around addiction 

-mentions of self harm

-mentions of alcoholism

-sexual content

-insta!love

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 

Blinding Lights- The Weeknd

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

This was the worst, sitting here nursing a bottle of god knows what because of some douchebag. The music draws on as sweaty bodies dance under color-changing lights. The DJ’s fingers worked on his turntable, stomping his foot to the beat.

I sit here at the bar of Tipsy Owl Night Club, staring at the Dj in my shimmering gown that is way too uncomfortable, and drinking my fourth shot. Of what? I have no fucking clue. I and my boyfriend of 5 fucking years broke up. Why? Because the dumbass was cheating on me.

It hurts more than I care to share. I hate cheaters, I hate lairs. I hate fucking people. Ian hurt me so much when I came home to her in our bed. I have no idea who she was, but I do not blame the woman. She sent me flowers and apologized thousands of times in my Instagram dm’s. All of which I’ve ignored. Not because I’m petty, or because it’s her fault. I just can't face that situation yet, and what were 3 years alcoholically sober, has now been flushed down the drain.

Because of some guy.

“Kasey!” I dip my head, almost banging my head against the bar top in agitation. Sydney and some guy I don’t know stomp over to me, sliding into the empty bar stool by my side.

“Yes?” I manage to grit out, turning to face her. She reeks of alcohol, and her top is slipping away from her breast. I briefly look up to the guy I have yet to be introduced to. I hope he’s not her new piece of ass because he can’t keep his eyes off mine.

Fucking prick.

“This is Joseph!” Sydney manages to scream over the loud music, causing my ears to ring louder in my head.

I contain the sudden urge to roll my eyes, instead just muttering “Cool.” “Dance with us.” Sydney smiles, her fingers reaching for my wrist but I pull away, downing my shot and adjusting the front of my dress.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I shout over the music, smelling the sticky scent of sweat in the air and the constant glimmer of bedazzling outfits.

She groans, “Ugh. Your no fun.” The look is quickly replaced when she grabs Joseph, whose eyes have still not left my body, and begins to grind against him. Sydney thought and I quote, “This is exactly what I needed.” Maybe it’s what she needed because she’s blackfaced drunk while I’m making my way to the club's bathroom, wanting to puke my guts out.

I don’t get drunk easily, and I’ve only had 3 shots. I think, anyway. The music gets farther away as I make my way through the bodies, it is now just a steady beat of drums, and the lights still obscure my vision. Green dances in front of me, and red glimmers to my side. I hate flashing lights.

I hurry my way through the line, before smacking right into someone's chest.

“Watch it, asshole,” I mutter, but he does the exact opposite, he pulls me by the wrist and shoves me against a wall. My back groans as it meets bricks, and his fingers bit into my wrist. What the actual fuck? I’m irritated, lonely, and just begging to punch some drunk douchebag in the face tonight. Although I was hoping it was Joseph, he will have to do.

“Let go!” I try to wiggle my way out of his hold, I can smell him. It’s a smell I indulge in for a moment. He smells sober.

What is he doing here then?

I push him off, pulling my wrist around his neck and forcing my knee into his stomach. A little lady like me knows self-defense, buddy. The man stumbles, but crowds me again, planting both his arms on either side of my head.

“Your drunk.” He scans my face, I can barely see his own features. Just his jawline and his long blonde locks, I want to twirl my fingers in it for some reason. The music is ringing in my ears now, although it’s farther away. He’s attractive, just not exactly my type.

“I’m buzzed,” I reply, knowing damn well this guy is right. I don’t get drunk easily, but I know I had more than three shots. I can hear his accent through my thickening thoughts. The world is coming down around me, and if it wasn’t for him, I would be face to face with concrete right about now.

“Let’s go, Thor, we don’t have time for this.” Another man grumbles I can’t see him but his voice is husky like he’s losing it.

“She’s drunk, brother.”

“It's a club, and she’s from Midgard, they’re always drunk.” The man detests the one holding me up against the wall, who I’ve now learned his name is Thor. Odd name. I’m in my head, the world a blur of music and lights. I must look ridiculous, but I have no urge to move out of his eyesight.

“Somethings different about her.”

“Let’s go, Thor!” His brother rushes him, grabbing his back. He does not go, he stays with me. Why? I have no idea. For all I know these are my murderers, planning to get me alone. But I feel it too. I feel safe against his arms. Or maybe I’m too drunk and would find comfort in about anything. I catch a glimpse of his brothe behind him, trying to pull him away from him, and I’m almost winded. His raven hair, his sharp jawline, his rich accent.

He’s hot.

The loud noise of his brother's voice causes me to fall, and although it feels like an eternity the man lifts me up before my ass meets the floor, holding me to him.

“ You don’t need another midguardian toy.” The brother yells, but the music is getting farther away now. And the lights are removing themselves from my vision. I feel as if I’m flying, and when I look down,

All I see are stars.

𖤍 I awake with a pounding headache. My legs ache, my breath reeks of alcohol, and the lights are burning my eyes. There’s a new rush in my veins, one I’m all too familiar with. The need for alcohol. And then it comes rushing back. Ian, the brothers, Sydney and Joseph, and of course, Relapse.

I fucking relapsed.

It feels like I’m rolling poison over my tongue, and yet I still crave it. Fuck. I need it. I roll out of the large bed, my eyes half-lidded to shield me from the harsh lights overhead. Two doors sit on either side of the mattress. I go to the golden one on my right, and sure enough, it leads me to a bathroom.

“Thank god.” I seem to mutter while shedding my dress and undergarments while turning on the warm water. A shower is just what I need, but I know the cravings will start soon. Where the hell is Sydney? Did I see Stars last night? My mind is cleared of thoughts when the steam reaches my nose, and the sound of running water calms my nerves.

For now.

I relish in the steam, the water coating my aching muscles, my scared calves, and my aching core. Everything seems so unreal, paired with the fact that I have no idea where I am. It’s scary and although I’m not proud to say, I’ve been in these situations before. I’m addicted to many things, not just alcohol.

I finish in the shower, not using any of the products stationed inside. It be a bit weird. I reach for a towel, grab the silk cloth, and step out of the running water, turning it off. I wrap it around my body and walk back into the room I woke up in. Except now a regular white t-shirt and boxer shorts layout for me.

A tingle runs up my spine, how did I not notice anyone come in? My headache pounds against my skull as I get dressed, discarding the towel in the laundry bin just outside the shower. The room is large, and most of the decor is gold.

Beauty and The Beast have to live here somewhere.

I grab my phone from the pocket of my dress, seeing missed calls from both Ian and Sydney. Both of which I have no desire to answer.

I clutch the screen to my chest and open the second door on the other side of my mattress. The hallways are long stone paths, marked with engraved columns on each side. A large emblem sits in the middle, a black mask with horns. The building is large, and the air smells nothing like Chicago. It smells…pure.

Fresh. Unpolluted.

I walk around for what has to be minutes, trying to push back the bile rising in my throat. I know the feeling, I know how it feels to crave what I want to push away. I come to two large doors, with guards stationed outside of them. They too wear golden masks with horns, just like the emblem. They are dressed in fancy leathers, and suddenly I feel unnerved.

Where am I? I must ask it aloud because the doors open before me and the guards usher me inside. Two men stand just inside, a large chair made out of pure gold stands several feet behind them. I recognize their hair from the party. These are the brothers. The one with long blonde hair, and the other with shoulder-length raven hair, who also happened to be the one who referred to me as a ‘toy’.

“Hello.” Thor, which I’ve guessed is the blonde one smiles at me. He wears the same leathers as the guards and a large hammer sat just at his feet. Loki doesn’t greet me, instead, he roams me with his eyes, and suddenly I’m all too aware of how the boxers ride up my ass. But unlike Joseph’s gaze, his is anything but unwanted. He doesn’t make me feel that way, anyhow.

“Welcome to Asgard.”

I say nothing, I stand there in my t-shirt, picking at my skin, fidgeting. The more I stand around, the more I feel it. I need alcohol or something to keep my mind off of it. The two men look at me and suddenly I feel smaller than I am.

“Perfect” Loki states with an eye roll, “You’ve brought an addict into Asgard.” I ball my fist at my sides, closing my eyes and twisting my neck. I need to get out of here before I turn to another addiction of mine that is more painful than drinking.

“Loki.” His brother warns he takes a step toward me but I retreat. “What is your name?”

I grab onto my shoulder sleeve, twisting it in my fingers. “K-” My tongue rolls as I fight to stay focused, “Kasey.” I finish, a shiver coursing through my back.

“Kasey, Do you struggle with addiction?” Thor’s voice is calm, reminding me of my old AA meeting counselor. She always spoke to me as If I were a wild animal waiting to attack. In truth, I sort of was.

“Yes.” I begin, noticing my fingers are starting to shake. My wrist are scared, and they can see that quite notably. The ugly pink scars of past pain marking the flesh. I hide my arms behind my back, suddenly ashamed. I’ve never been a fucking coward but in front of two men with fancy leather outfits? It seems I am.

“Can I ask-”

“Oh for god's sake, She’s a midguardian imbecile. Can you return her to the hell she crawled out of?” Loki mumbles, rolling his pretty green eyes back into his head. Green eyes I would now like to see turn red.

He looks at me like I’m a weak child, and it only makes me angry. I am not that, and I never will be that.

“What did you say?” It takes all my remaining energy to say those words, shooting daggers at Thor’s brother.

“Misguardian imbecile.” Loki pops his words, flicking his tongue to intimidate me. My mind blanks, and I realize I’m moving. My fist is out, wanting to take a swing at that stupid fucking face.

Loki catches my wrist, spinning me around so we're back to back. I can hear his breathing, and feel his muscled torso against my skin.

“Loki. Let her go.” Thor reaches out to grab me, but I’m spinning away from him. I realize I’m in an entirely different room, my head pounding even faster at Loki’s trick. How did he do that? We are now in a larger room, one marked with green and gold things. It must be his room.

“Listen to me, lamb.” Loki starts, coming behind me, his breath coating the shell of my ear. My heart pumps in my chest, threatening to burst.

“I know what you crave. I’d even go as far to say my cravings are quite aligned with your own.-” He pauses his accent husky, demanding. “Let me offer you a distraction, and you can offer my salvation.”

I spin around and look into his eyes, I know what he’s offering. But what am I offering in return? All he said was salvation. I nod, signaling to him that I agree. If I can’t drink, and I can’t cut, I may as well let someone else have control. When our eyes meet, and he picks me up with gentle hands it feels like I’ve just signed a deal with a horned devil.

𖤍 Loki places me on his bed, I sink into his sheets, gripping the white material as he kisses up my thighs. I hate this, I’m having sex with someone I barely know. But if this is what it comes to, then I must.

Anything to avoid drinking.

He connects our lips together in a long kiss. I melt into him, my heart beating. I’ve never felt what I’m feeling now with anyone. I tangle my fingers into his hair, feeling the soft strands curl around my bones. He looks at me like he wants to devour my body, and he does just that. Loki’s mouth trails everywhere, my shoulders, my inner thighs, my collarbone.

He’s making me forget.

My clothes are gone with a snap of his fingers, but I’m too high on his scent to care. I have no idea how he’s doing it, or if all of this is real, but I feel him, and right now all I want to do is melt into his body.

Loki snaps his leather off, and I’m almost overcome with relief, I had no idea how to take those off. Not that I was trying to figure it out..

He flips us so I’m straddling him, I can feel his erection against me, tenting his boxers.

“You looked so pretty in my boxers, but this is much better.” I tense. Those were his? I rock back on his cock on impulse, seeing him wince. Loki’s hands go to my hips, stopping me from moving.

“Are you ready for it?” I nod, bucking again. I haven’t been warmed up yet and I know it’s going to hurt like a bitch, but I’ve never wanted something as much as I have now. It’s such an odd feeling.

He acted as if he detested me the moment I stepped before him, but right now? Right now he’s acting as if I’m the most precious thing he’s ever laid eyes on. Maybe it was part of the imaginary contract I signed. His shorts disappear, and his cock lays against his stomach, already dripping with pre-cum.

Another snap, my under garments are gone, disappearing somewhere on the floor. I would be convinced I’m hallucinating, but it feels so real.

“Go ahead, take my cock.” Loki says, a smile playing on his lips. He’s so cocky, but I seem to love it. I do what he says, gripping the base of him to line it up with my entrance. I don’t push down on him yet and he doesn’t thrust.

“I feel like I’ve known you my entire life,” I mutter, locking my blue eyes with his green ones, pushing down to accommodate his length. He groans, his hands stilling on my hips. Tears threaten to burst out from my eyes lids as I feel the stretch his cock gives me. My pussy clenching, trying to take more of him. Loki looks up at me, as he grips my hips again and I nod.

He thrust into my cunt, causing me to shoot forward with pain.

“Look at me.” He demands, and I do. I look into his eyes as he thrust into me until I’m moaning. I feel my cravings begin to disperse, and somehow it feels as if he’s making them.

“Look as I thrust into your hungry cunt.” Loki growls, snaking a hand up my stomach to grasp at one of my breasts, playing with the nipple. I moan at the sensation, seeing his eyes light up.

“Fuck, Loki.” I buck onto him as his cock fucks into me, filling me with pain and pleasure alike. Loki grabs the back of my head, bringing my chin to rest on his shoulder, burying my face in the mattress.

“He’s never made it feel like this, but I will-” He thrust again, his voice loud and hot in my ear, “I will show you what it feels like to be cherished by a god.” I feel closer to an orgasm than I have in years.

How the hell does he know about Ian?

I push it away, feeling him guide my hips with one hand, while molding his other to the back of my scalp, holding me in place. I wiggle, wanting to feel more.

“Beg for it.” He mutters, groaning as he pumps into my pussy. It feels otherworldly, heavenly. I feel like a god sitting on top of a mountain.

“Fuck me harder.” I whimper, sounding needy.

“Beg.” Loki growls, as I cry into his sheets, a string of salvia collecting in my mouth.

“Please, fuck me harder.” I cry out again as he does just that, his pace speeds up as he drills into me, and before I know it my orgasm is cresting for the second time this afternoon.

“That's it, come on my cock, lamb.” Loki’s words push me over the edge as he thrusts speed up, chasing his own high. I feel as if I’m in wonderland everything is oblivious around me as I recede into waves of pleasure.

I don’t know who he is, but he made sex feel like a pleasure again. And I haven't felt pleasure in 14 years.