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α/ß - part 1 [expecting just a little too much from the wounded]

Pairing: Alpha!Loki x Beta!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word Count: 16,520

Warnings: ABO, cannon-typical violence, smut, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, almost fisting, unnecessarily large dick, angst, and feeeeeeeeelings.

Listening to: 3 Libras by A Perfect Circle

Summary: Easiest way to a girl's heart is through her stomach. Interpret that how you will.

Author's Note: Fulfilling this request (request more things, I beg you). And this got out of hand... @making-me-blush & @ejshellsiteofsins did not help, they made it worse.

So yeah. If you read this and you think things... let me know? That would be super cool. <3

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“Stop using magic, asshole,” you grunt out as you get to your feet.

Standing in the middle of the gym, Loki seemed unbothered as he replied, “Short of something inhibiting me, I will continue to use my gifts as I see fit.”

Taking a moment to calm down, you smile as you start walking toward Loki, “No more magic during training, princess, those are the rules.”

“Or what, Little One?” Loki laughed, eyeing your small frame before he said in a condescending tone, “We both know you aren’t a real threat, and you can’t harm me. With or without magic.”

You didn’t bother to point out that you’d been holding back or that you weren’t supposed to actually hurt each other; he wouldn’t have been able to move you otherwise, but now he wouldn’t stand a chance. The urge to use your full strength against him was tempting, but you held back as you got closer. It was only the first day working with him, and it was already testing your limited patience. You tried to remember that you had volunteered for this and wanted to give Loki the benefit of the doubt, but he was making it difficult.

“Have I upset you, pet?” Loki asked before you cocked your arm back and punched him in the face.

He fell back, clearly shocked that whatever he’d been using to guard against a direct blow like this had failed. You knelt and, mocking his stupid accent, you repeated his words, “Have I upset you, pet?”

Loki sneered, as he pushed himself up, “Do not think that you—”

Kicking him in the chest before he could insult you again felt better than you thought it would. “Don’t need to think, sweet cheeks,” you say with a laugh as you crack your knuckles and take a few steps back, “but you should work on your listening and comprehension skills.”

Loki was up and seemed ready this time, so you got into position opposite him. He lunged, trying to knock you off balance which was impossible now that you weren’t holding back. He was almost a foot taller than you and could use that to his advantage, but who were you to criticize the God-King?

When you braced yourself, he hit you like he was a ball of pizza dough thrown against a brick wall. His chest hit your shoulder, knocking the air out of him, but he recovered quickly. Coughing a few times, he moved to the side as he said, “Thought we weren’t relying on—”

This time you rushed him, going for his stomach and knocking him onto his back. A second later, you hooked your arm under his leg and dug your knee into his shoulder, holding him in place. With a giddy delight, you slowly counted down, “Three….”

“I don’t—” he started, but you adjusted your hold, putting more pressure on his chest.

“Two…” your smile grew wider.

“Get off me, you wretched creature!” Loki shouted, squirming but unable to break out of your hold.

Leaning close and dragging the count out longer than necessary, you whispered, “And that's one, sugar tits.”

Releasing Loki and getting to your feet quickly, you were proud of yourself for resisting the urge to kick him again. Even if you really laid into him it wouldn’t hurt him much, but his over-dramatic reactions were always funny. You turned and started walking away from him as you said in a voice loud enough to carry throughout the gym, “I am not as fast as you, but I’m stronger. You need to—fuck!”

Flat on your stomach, Loki’s weight pushing you down into the mat, you heard him chuckle. He was only straddling your waist, though, and there was no weight on your shoulders which meant he was hunched over. He hadn’t even bothered to pin any part of you. Getting your hands under you like you were doing a pushup, but used the sudden jerk of your body as leverage to unbalance him, and then you swung your legs to the side.

He was scrambling again to grab you, but it was too late. The moment you got the upper hand, your legs were around his waist, and you locked your feet behind his back to keep him from squirming away. Loki landed hard on his shoulder and his neck bent at an awful angle, but he could take it. Flipping him onto his back and unlocking your feet, you were straddling his chest and pinning his arms to the mat with your knees.

“I’ll use small words, so maybe you’ll pay attention,” you started, looking down at him and grabbing his jaw roughly to force him to look up at you. Once you were sure he was paying attention, you said, “I am enhanced, not magic, and I’m better at combat. I’m doing you a favor, so quit being a dick.”

To your surprise, Loki didn’t have some smartass comeback; if anything, his features softened slightly. Almost like he was in awe, but it didn’t matter to you. You gave him a light slap for your own amusement, then got up. The gym door opened as you walked toward your bag to collect your things.

“Hey, Shrimp,” Bucky started with his usual grin, then looked behind you to see Loki getting up. Bucky’s smile faltered as he continued, “Came to get you… there’s a meeting.”

Shouldering your bag, you didn’t bother looking back to see what Loki was doing, and you asked Bucky, “Do we have time to grab coffee?”

⚖️

As the gym doors closed, so did Loki’s eyes. He needed a moment to think and figure out what had just happened. He didn’t intend to have every interaction with his supposed teammates turn into this antagonistic bedlam, but Loki couldn't deny his nature. He also was aware of how the others felt about him.

Thor had insisted that training and being with the Avengers would be good for him. Rehabilitating with ample safety nets, but it had been months now, and it felt like no progress had been made. Well, none that anyone else seemed to notice.

Trapped in this compound with people who hated him was not much different from how he’d lived in the palace. Loki did his best to keep to himself, but that was difficult. He’d already learned the Avenger’s technology, and then he moved on to passively absorbing the military jargon they insisted on using. Now he was tasked with combat training with the intention of Loki going on missions with the others. Laughable.

Technically he had been showing progress, but combat training was not going to be as simple as it was on Asgard. What made this irksome were the super soldiers. Loki knew it had to be something about being around Thor, but the enhanced humans were insufferably confident like they were equal to an Asgardian.

The way the Soldier acted made Loki’s blood curdle. It was worse seeing his sycophants doing his bidding. The only thing worse than the Soldier were his friends, who Loki referred to as the Bird, the Dog, and the Little One. He would never refer to her by the nickname the others used; it was repellant and didn’t suit her in the slightest.

Opening his eyes, Loki left the gym and started walking to the conference room. He knew that attending the debriefings and meetings was necessary, but the information and assigning of tasks never pertained to him. As the others put it, Loki was ‘benched until further notice’.

Instead of bothering to listen, Loki decided to think about what he'd do this evening, depending on who would remain at the compound. Taking a seat at the large table, he avoided acknowledging the Soldier and didn’t bother replying when greeted. Loki was busy figuring out if he would stay in his quarters or use the common room for reading tonight based on who might be left at the compound when more people started filing into the conference room.

It wasn’t until the Little One came in behind the Dog and the Bird that Loki bothered looking up. The Little One seemed happy with her idiot friends, but Loki knew something was off about her.

Unlike most of the other members of this so-called team, the Little One was different: she wasn’t an Alpha. A single, small Beta in a sea of Alphas. She masked her lack of scent well, but even if Loki hadn’t been able to tell by that, there were other more obvious signs. Her small stature and frame gave the impression that she was fragile or delicate. At least, he’d assumed that until their training session. She was so small compared to the super soldiers who surrounded her almost all the time that it was comical. But after their first training session, Loki understood why she was there.

He’d fought the others before, but not her. Today had been the first time they’d sparred properly, and he’d made an ass of himself. Loki knew that the demeaning epithets she bestowed upon him had made him reckless, but that didn’t stop him from being flush with shame at how he’d acted. Despite her crude mannerisms and language, she’d given him more than enough chances to follow instructions, but he didn’t. He’d forced her hand, and even then, she’d still held back from causing any harm to him. He didn’t understand why and his mind was whirring at what her reasoning could be aside from her own orders she had to follow. Could it really be that simple?

Loki had his opinions on all of the people currently filling the room but knew that he had been wrong about her as she took the seat next to him. The primary team took seats while other agents, usually dressed in black tactical gear, remained standing, but there were still plenty of chairs available—another curiosity for him to consider.

She set her cup down on the table, drawing Loki’s attention, and smiled at him before someone asked her a question. The exchange was barely a handful of seconds, and nothing had happened, but this small interaction struck a chord in Loki. The Soldier would force a smile when speaking with Loki, but that wasn’t what she’d done. The only others who looked at Loki with anything other than contempt were Frigga and occasionally Thor. He was used to the animosity and knew to be wary of kindness. The Little One didn’t seem like she’d be kind without reason, and Loki wanted to understand why.

⚖️

Seeing Sam, Natasha, and Wanda off before heading back inside with Bucky, you already missed Sam. Steve and the others had left earlier, but you’d volunteered to stay back. It would be boring without the others for the next few days, but at least you had Bucky to hang out with until he went into rut. He was still working through the essential movies from the 70s, and aside from working out or training, you didn’t have much else to do. If you were lucky, you’d be able to get out of training Loki until Steve got back. Nothing against the arrogant prick, but having to deal with him after the disaster of the first session was no longer a priority.

Bucky led the way to the common room, talking about what to make for dinner since it would just be the two of you, when he abruptly stopped. You ran into him, which hurt Bucky more than you, and you hissed, “The fuck, dude?”

“Loki,” Bucky said with a terse nod before walking toward the fridge.

You glanced to the left of the common room to see the one person you were planning to avoid and smiled like an idiot at him, “Hiya, cupcake.” Seeing Loki’s smug face crumple was an unexpected delight, and knowing you didn’t have to cook was even better. Maybe today wasn’t going to be that bad.

As Bucky started getting out ingredients, he was making faces at you like he was trying to say something without speaking, but he just looked stupid. It took you longer than you’d like to admit to realize he was trying to get you to look behind you, and when you did, you were more confused. The second you twisted in your seat and made eye contact with Loki, his eyes dropped to his book. He'd been staring at you probably because Bucky was making stupid faces.

Turning back to Bucky, you shrugged. Maybe his royal cuntness was lonely, or he finally realized that you couldn’t be a dick to everyone all the time, but it didn’t matter to you. Bucky was making spaghetti, and you knew you’d be in a food coma in no time. Then Bucky ruined what was looking like the perfect evening of too much spaghetti and falling asleep during a movie.

It started subtly, with Bucky trying to quietly get you to ask if Loki wanted to join, but you kept shaking your head. Bucky was a nice person but misguided at times. Everyone had been told to make an effort with Loki, but this was pushing it after the nightmare training session. Hadn’t you done enough to be nice to the moody weirdo? After a few minutes of you whisper-arguing, Bucky slammed his vibranium hand on the counter and nearly shouted, “Loki, you eat food, right?”

Making a disgruntled face at Bucky, you did your best not to groan as Loki replied, “That depends entirely on what you consider to be ‘food’.”

Bucky glared at you for a moment before smiling as friendly as he could and said in an uncertain voice, “I’m making spaghetti...”

“It’s pasta with sauce,” you add as you turn to face Loki and explain, “You probably won’t like it.”

Loki’s expression was hard to read, and you didn’t have the patience right now. If Loki put in just the tiniest bit of effort, then he wouldn’t be as oblivious to life here, but that also wasn’t your problem. As you turn back to give Bucky a glare that could turn a lesser man into pudding, Loki said in a resigned tone, “I suppose I should still try it or I’ll never hear the end of it from Thor. Is spaghetti similar to Pop Tarts?”

The next half hour is spent giving Bucky dirty looks while he cooks. Loki stayed in the chair on the other side of the room until Bucky said it was time to eat. You didn’t notice what Bucky had done until it was too late because he’d distracted you with food. Giving you a plate first, you were starving and didn’t pay attention to anything other than shoveling food into your mouth.

One of the downsides to being enhanced was how hungry you were. According to Dr. Cho, your metabolism was higher than the others, but you didn’t care. All you knew was you healed a little faster than Steve and Bucky, and you were hungry all the time.

By the time you’d taken your second large bite, you felt someone take the seat next to you. Assuming it was Bucky, you turned and spoke around a mouthful of half-chewed spaghetti, “It’s so—aw, fuck.”

Bucky was not sitting next to you. A horrified Loki was, his lip curling up in disgust before he turned away to eye his plate warily. You looked to your left to see Bucky still on the other side of the counter, grinning like an asshole, and you wondered if you could throw the plate faster than he’d be able to block it.

After two more plates of spaghetti, you weren’t thinking about how irritating Loki was anymore. Instead, you wondered if Bucky would be opposed to carrying you to your room. Walking seemed like a lot of effort with minimal payoff. As Bucky collected the dirty plates and silverware, he asked Loki, “So, you like reading?”

Loki didn’t answer, so you decided to be a little bitchy, “You’ll need to be more specific, Buckle. Our fair princess can’t be bothered to answer such vague questions.”

Bucky chuckled, but Loki didn’t leave like he normally would. You’d seen Loki get verbal shit thrown his way, and he usually storms off in a huff, but not this time to your disappointment. You might be full, but you were still irritated with how rude he’d been during training, and you didn’t easily forget things like that. He cleared his throat and said in his usual bored voice, “I am selective about what I read, but at least I can read.”

“Cute,” you say, weighing the pros and cons of telling him what you really think of him. Bucky was putting the plates in the dishwasher and laughing to himself as you said the polite version of your thoughts, “You keep pretending like you’re better than us, and see how far that gets you, jackass.”

Bucky was staring at you, trying to warn you to back off, but you didn’t have it in you to tolerate Loki’s superiority complex for another minute. Closing the dishwasher and turning it on, Bucky tried to regain control of the conversation, “What about movies?”

You wished you still had your plate, but jumping over the counter and punching Bucky could work too. While you restrained yourself, Loki sat back and replied, “I doubt we have overlapping interests in film, and I would hate to intrude further on your primitive mating ritual.”

“What?” Bucky asked, leaning on the counter and looking confused but also a little insulted.

For the first time, Loki said something that was actually funny. You giggled as you shook your head and tried to explain, “We aren’t—holy shit, bro… just, no.” You could feel both of them watching you as you tried to calm down, but you were very full, and giggling felt good. It took a few more seconds before you were able to say, “Alphas, like Bucket here, can’t waste their precious seed on an inferior Beta like myself.”

Loki’s eyebrows went up as he turned to face you, and Bucky said, “Not like we haven’t tried, Shrimp.”

“Already told you what happens if you bring that shit up again,” you said sternly to Bucky.

Bucky rolled his eyes, leaning on his elbows as he spoke to Loki, “She thinks we’re gross.”

“Because you are! Y’all are fucking nasty,” you interject, slapping your hand on the table before you rattle off the usual argument, “Every six months, y’all lose your damn minds and fuck anything that’s dumb enough to stand still too long. Not to mention shooting your goo around like it's fireworks on the fourth of July. There’s a reason Betas are more common than you sloppy freaks.”

Loki hadn’t said a word, only staring at you as you spoke when something seemed to snap him out of it. Looking away from you and standing, he said to Bucky, “Thank you for the meal, but today has been….” He trailed off as he looked at you, then added, “Yes, well, I’ll see you tomorrow at the gym.”

⚖️

After the eventful night, Loki had a difficult time falling asleep. Hearing someone actually call her that vile nickname and seeing her unbothered by it was one thing, but then her opinion on his own designation had his mind reeling. Even on Asgard, men wanted to be Alphas, and women wanted to be Omegas. No sane person reveled in the mediocrity of being a Beta, and he’d never heard anyone speak about Alphas or Omegas like that.

He was confident that Alpha males were the most desirable partners. Loki knew that some had to think poorly of Alphas, but what she said was beyond impolite; it was hubris. Her flippant attitude and the immediate dismissal were more than enough to have him wondering why.

The fact that she was revolted by Alphas was provocative. She didn’t seem to have any issue associating with them, calling them friends, but she wouldn’t deign to lay with one. Loki wondered if she would change her mind under duress or if a real opportunity was presented to her. If one of her enhanced friends was in dire need during a rut, would she still insist that they were detestable?

Besides that, even if she wasn’t built like an Omega, didn’t women typically desire a larger partner? Perhaps she didn’t like men; Loki knew that he could easily make himself much more appealing if that were the issue. The rest of the night was spent exploring his thoughts, which ended up drifting further than he should have let them.

The next day Loki was eager to spar with her again. He wanted to know more about the Little One, but he also wanted to feel her beneath him. He wanted to pin her to that mat, her chest heaving, cheeks flushed, and eyes looking up at him in shock or excitement; he needed to experience that first hand. Despite his ardor, Loki didn’t acknowledge her when she walked through the gym doors a few minutes before their scheduled meeting time.

“Morning,” she grumbled, dropping her bag on one of the benches.

Loki turned, hands behind his back, as he said in his most optimistic voice, “Good morning, Little One.”

“Nothing good about it, weirdo,” she muttered as she dug through her bag. When she turned, Loki was careful to keep his excitement to himself as she said, “Yesterday was bullshit, so we’re going to pretend it didn’t happen. Fresh start, so we can either go through the basics, or just start sparring and I’ll tell you what to do differently as we go.”

“I get to choose?” Loki asked, trying to figure out which option would be better suited to his needs. She nodded, and Loki enjoyed seeing how irritated she already was with him. Clapping his hands, Loki said, “Then I defer to your expertise on the matter. Whichever you think will yield the best results.”

Thirty minutes after she chose to spar and correct him, Loki was slammed onto his back for the eighteenth time. He hadn’t been this sore since training with Thor, which had been centuries ago. Not bothering to get up yet, he tried to catch his breath as she said in a bored voice, “Maybe we should get Steve to show you how to do this. He’s great at explaining things.”

“No,” Loki grunted, rolling to his side and getting on all fours, “I just need you to properly explain how I’m supposed to ‘use my height’ against you.”

“Get up, sunshine,” she said, holding a hand out and jerking Loki to his feet. She took a step back and held an arm out next to his, highlighting how much longer his arm was, as she said, “Your arms are longer. I don’t see what there is to explain.”

“Longer limbs don’t seem to matter,” Loki tried to keep the irritation from his voice as he spoke. Then he nearly snapped when she slapped him across the face. Glaring down at her with an eyebrow arched, he said, “My point exactly.” But she didn’t seem to care. She was too busy giggling, a habit of hers that he enjoyed. It was close to malicious glee, and it was hard to resist smiling when he heard it.

She shrugged, still laughing a little, before saying in a gentler voice, “I’m not sorry. Let’s walk through a basic take-down for someone like me.” She neglected to explain further, instead walking up to Loki and guiding him to the opposite side of the mat and putting him into position as she said, “I’m just going to tell you what to do, and just do it.”

Still uncomfortably sore, Loki did as she asked and waited for instruction once she was in position. “Your first mistake…” she started, and Loki did his best not to roll his eyes, “...is you keep trying to throw me off balance. Come at me, but don’t try to knock me sideways.”

Loki mimicked her, slowly approaching, and as he reached a hand out to grab her shoulder like he’d been doing, she slapped it away. The urge to retaliate was difficult to ignore, made even worse when she rolled her eyes. Insolent creature, learning to fight without his powers was pointless—

His thoughts were cut off as she took his hand and spoke, “Like I said, jackass, quit trying to tip me over. It isn’t going to happen.” She placed her wrist in one of his hands while resting his other hand on the center of her chest, and she continued, “But if you try to work with gravity and push me straight down—c’mon, push—fuck!”

Loki’s eyes were wide with shock. He’d done what she said and pushed at her chest, but she fell backward and landed with an alarming thud that shook the floor beneath them. His panic seemed to double as she started to giggle again.

“Having fun, cowboy?” she asked, but Loki was worried that he’d hurt her.

It wasn’t until she tapped the back of his hand, which was no longer in the center of her chest but gently cupping her breast, that he understood what had happened. Pulling it back like he’d been burned, Loki couldn’t speak, but she continued to laugh. He was sitting back on his heels, holding the offending hand against his own chest as she got to her feet.

“Oh, calm down,” she said, returning to her side of the mat, “Do it again but leave my tits out of it this time.”

“What was that?” Loki asked, still too stunned to attempt another go at sparring.

She didn’t seem amused anymore, standing normally as she answered his question with a question, “What was what?” When all Loki did was gesture to where she’d fallen, she shrugged, “That’s normal. I’m dense.”

Narrowing his eyes, Loki asked, “What do you mean ‘dense’?”

“You really didn’t bother reading any of the intel they gave you…” she said, shaking her head before sighing, “You know I’m strong, but I’m not like Steve and Bucky. I’m an immovable object… when I want to be. You can’t tip me over, which makes me good for sparring practice. You won’t be able to easily unbalance most of the things we go up against.”

“It felt like an earthquake,” he pointed out, still stunned but quickly shifting into curiosity.

Dropping her shoulders, she added, “Kinda hard to be immovable if you aren’t heavy. And don’t bother asking how I do it because I don’t know. Back in position.”

Loki nodded, doing as she asked and no longer distracted by his aching muscles. It was interesting to see that this stubborn creature had abilities that complimented her personality, similar to the other enhanced humans. Loki didn’t hesitate as he rushed toward her and slammed his palm against the center of her chest while gripping her wrist and forcing her onto her back. The thunderous sound of her landing on her back didn’t startle him this time.

Executing his plan, Loki quickly got on top of her as she landed, pinning her body by straddling her waist and grabbing her other wrist before forcing both down next to her head and waiting. He was hunched over her and only a few inches from her face, and that’s when he noticed she had a scent. It wasn’t the onslaught of fruit or flowers that Omegas had, it was hidden under what she used to clean herself and launder her clothing, but there was a hint of something sweet, almost like chocolate.

For a few seconds, neither moved as Loki’s mind whirred at what he could do with her if she were only slightly interested in him. The curious smile on her face had him wondering if she was already curious about what being with an Alpha would be like, and it would be so easy to peer inside her mind to find out, but he resisted. She jerked her arms but wasn’t able to get them out of his grip, and the smile quickly faded from her face as she said, “Get off me, or I’m breaking something important.”

⚖️

“If you don’t stop, your face will stick like that,” Bucky said, his words interrupting your thoughts.

Turning your glare toward him, which had been directed at a stupid house plant, you said, “Shut up.”

“So training went well today?” he asked as he sat next to you on the couch. When all you did was continue to glare at him, Bucky laughed nervously before saying, “Well, I just came by to tell you that you’re on your own for dinner tonight.”

Sitting up and no longer irritated, you asked, “What? Why?”

“You can’t smell it?” Bucky asked with a nervous smile.

Noticing that his cheeks were flushed and there was a little perspiration along his hairline, but then the stomach-churning scent finally hit you. You covered your nose and mouth as you scooted back from him, “Why the fuck are you stinking up the common room?”

Grinning wide, Bucky stood as he said, “To get that reaction. I’d ask if you wanted to help, but I don’t feel like dealing with broken ribs while in rut.” He started walking away but spoke over his shoulder before he left you alone in the common room, “See you in a week, Shrimp.”

You had to get up too; the stink of Bucky was all over the couch now. If your mood hadn’t already been sour, it was curdled after that. Not only would you be bored to death, but the only company you’d have for the next week was Loki, and the worst part: you had to cook your own food.

Instead of finding a new spot to sulk in, you went to the kitchen and started looking for something easy to make. Deciding on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, you got what you needed and started assembling. You’d enjoyed the increased appetite for maybe a month before the constant, nagging hunger ruined it. Yes, you could pretty much eat anything you wanted, but in such large quantities that it wasn’t any fun and became a chore.

By the time you were eating the second sandwich and making the third, Loki was coming into the common area. You ignored him, more focused on eating than being rude to him.

“What are you doing?” Loki asked, managing to sound both curious and appalled at the same time.

Looking up, you’d just stuffed half of a sandwich in your mouth. The urge to just spit the half-chewed mass into your hand came over you, but you shrugged and gestured to what you were doing instead of antagonizing him.

His expression went flat as he said, “And if I knew what that was, I wouldn’t have asked.”

You rolled your eyes, not hurrying as you chewed and took a drink of apple juice. It took at least a minute before you could say, “I’m making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”

Loki hadn’t moved, but his eyebrow arched when you finally explained. He took a step closer and said as he eyed the counter hesitantly, “I suppose this is why you don’t normally prepare your own—”

Throwing one of the sandwiches was an overreaction, you’re aware of that, but Loki hadn’t seemed to expect it. At some point along its brief but meaningful journey across the counter, the two pieces of bread had separated. Simultaneously, one side landed on his neck while the other stuck to his chest. It was a shame to lose the sandwich, but you could make more. Ruining one of his stupid suits was worth it.

Loki didn’t move for a second, but you started giggling. You grabbed another sandwich and took a large bite while you waited for him to run away. Just because you wouldn’t have any company until the others got back or Bucky finished his rut didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy some quality time with Loki. Also didn’t mean Loki had to enjoy said quality time.

When Loki finally peeled the two pieces of sticky bread off of himself, he seemed to be thinking of what to say. Walking over to the garbage, he dropped them in, then turned back to you. An odd, satisfied look on his face, like he knew something you didn’t. Then he waved a hand and the peanut butter and jelly on himself and his suit vanished. In a voice that sounded utterly unbothered, which irritated you more than his presence at this point, Loki asked, “Would you mind if I tried one?”

“Go find your own food,” you said before going back to making yet another sandwich. You’d need to make at least a dozen, and adding to that would only piss you off more.

Loki didn’t seem to get the not-so-subtle hint that you didn’t want company as he sat at the counter across from you. He didn’t try to take one of your sandwiches, but he did say, “We have similar food on Asgard, but the different ingredients and combinations here are… interesting.”

The way he said ‘interesting’ made it sound like an insult, and you didn’t respond. Still undeterred, Loki kept talking, “Thor insists I try new things while I'm here.”

Slamming the butter knife on the counter, you looked Loki dead in the eyes as you said, “Thor’s not here, princess.”

He smirked as he leaned forward and asked, “Are you that hungry, Little One? Or is something else bothering you…”

“You really wanna find out?” you said as you gripped the butterknife too hard. As soon as you realized what you’d done, you cursed under your breath as you stared at the crumpled flatware, “Tony’s gonna kill me.”

“Or I could fix that for you,” Loki said in a bored voice, a smirk on his face as he added, “In exchange for a sandwich.”

When you glanced at him, he was eyeing one of your sandwiches. You thought for a moment before dropping what used to be a butter knife on the counter, “Fine. Do it.”

Like before, with the mess on his suit, he held his hand out, but this time there was a noticeable green glow then the knife returned to its former knife-shaped glory. Picking it up, you started making another sandwich. Neither of you spoke as you grabbed a plate and cut the sandwich in half diagonally. Sliding the plate toward him, you remained silent. As he took his first bite, you mimicked him and waited for his reaction.

Covering his mouth, Loki looked like he was struggling to swallow. You weren’t as irritated with him now that he saved you from a lecture from Tony and got a glass. Pouring him some apple juice, you said, “I’d ask if you wanted milk, but this is better.”

Still refusing to speak because he had food in his mouth, Loki eyed you warily before looking into the glass. You held yours up and took a drink, so he did the same. Finally able to swallow completely, Loki sighed before he said, “It’s… sweet.”

“Yeah, so?” you ask defensively.

“I didn’t say it was bad. I just hadn’t expected—never mind, it isn’t important,” Loki said, taking another bite and studying the sandwich as he chewed. Turning it over in his hand, he took another drink and asked, “Will the other one be cooking dinner?”

“Wha offa uhn?” you said with your mouthful.

Loki had taken another bite, and you had to wait for him to explain. After he set his glass down, taking a drink to make you wait longer, he said, “James, or Bucky, whatever the Dog’s name is.”

“Bucky went into rut,” you said, emphasizing the plosive ‘B’, “So, no, this is dinner unless you can cook.”

You caught another odd look on Loki’s face but you gave up on trying to figure him out. He leaned forward, ignoring the rest of his sandwich as he said with interest, “Describe your favorite Midgardian meal.”

“What?” you asked, picking up another sandwich and taking a bite.

A smile spread across Loki’s face as he held out his hand, “Or you could just show me….”

“Nah, I’m good,” you said, your mouth full and feeling very uncomfortable.

“Suit yourself,” Loki said, taking his hand back before saying in a dismissive tone, “I could conjure it, but if you’d rather—”

“Shut the fuck up,” you gasped, dropping your sandwich and wiping your hands off before you held one out across the counter, “Do it.”

His large hand was under yours, his pointer finger tracing along your wrist for a second before he turned your hand over, placing it on his other palm. He smiled, this time with nothing sinister mingled with it, as he said, “Concentrate, Little One.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Closing your eyes so you could focus, you thought of the birthday dinner where your grandma had gone above and beyond. You couldn’t remember which birthday it had been, you were too little for that, but it was your favorite. As much as you hated Thanksgiving, you loved Thanksgiving food. Your grandma had made everything despite your parents insisting it would be too much. Even as a kid, before you’d been given the serum, you were a big eater and loved how much food there had been.

Hearing Loki chuckle, you opened your eyes and nearly cried with happiness. Mashed potatoes, stuffing, green bean casserole with the crunchy onion things on top, a huge bowl of gravy, biscuits, brussel sprouts with bacon, the sliced up jellied cranberry sauce from a can, a huge perfectly cooked turkey, and two giant pies. It was all there, like some wild dream, and despite who had done this for you, you still had the urge to hug him. Realizing he was still holding your hand, you pulled it back and said in a breathy voice you barely recognized as your own, “Thank you.”

“This is closer to what I’m used to eating,” Loki said as he eyed the turkey.

You were already grabbing plates as you asked, “Do you have brussel sprouts on Asgard?”

⚖️

By the second day of Loki being your only company, you didn’t think it was going to be that bad. He’d nailed your grandma’s stuffing recipe and had cleaned up. Granted, his cleaning up was just more magic, but you didn’t have to do anything, so you weren’t complaining. He also seemed to be getting the hang of combat without using his magic; overall, he was much less annoying.

“What shall we have for lunch, Little One?” Loki asked as he walked next to you into the common room.

You had been thinking about this since breakfast, grinning as you held your hand out, “Pizza.”

He clasped your hand between his, and you noticed how gentle he was being. You wondered if he knew he didn’t need to be, but that was silly. Shaking that thought out of your head as you concentrated on the pizza Happy had ordered years ago. Happy refused to tell you where it was from, but that wasn’t going to be a problem anymore.

A second later and you opened your eyes to see a stack of pizza boxes on the kitchen island before Loki leaned close and whispered, “Enjoy.”

His tone and closeness had goosebumps trailing down your neck, but you ignored it and grabbed the top box. Loki sat next to you, watching as you flipped the top back and grabbed a slice, folding it in half, then took a large bite. He grinned before doing the same, then groaned, “That is… wow.”

You giggled, swallowing quickly before saying, “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Turning his head to glare at you, he smirked and took another bite.

By the time you’d finished a third pizza, you knew that you’d be keeping this to yourself. No one else needed to know that Loki could just bippity-boppity whatever food you could imagine. They’d have to go through the same bullshit you did to find this out.

Loki made all the mess disappear, another secret you had no intention of sharing, and you weren’t sure what to do. You could train some more or watch a movie, but you didn’t want to. You were too curious about Loki now that he wasn’t the constant irritant he had been. Turning in your chair, you asked, “What do you want to do until dinner?”

His reaction was priceless: eyebrows raised so high they might fly off his face as he mouthed wordlessly at you. Giggling, you decided not to torture him for now and offered, “C’mon, you need to learn about cartoons.”

“I know what cartoons are,” he replied but followed you.

You’d lied, but technically anime was a type of cartoon; you just hadn’t chosen one that was kid-friendly. A few episodes in and Loki was leaning forward on the common room couch as the dog on the screen said in a distorted human voice, “Ed… brother.”

“No,” Loki gasped, his hand covering his mouth, but he hadn’t taken his eyes off the screen.

The enjoyment you had when showing people Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood had to be a sign that something was wrong with you, but you couldn’t help it. You hadn’t expected Loki to react so strongly, but worse things had happened: Steve had cried. Poor guy didn’t trust your taste in entertainment or anime now.

The episode ended, and Loki fell back onto the couch, looking absolutely miserable, as you asked, “Want to watch the next one?”

He turned his head and looked at you with disgust, pointing at the screen before asking, “You enjoy this?”

You nodded with a big smile on your face.

“You think this….” Loki paused, gesturing at the screen before continuing, “...is entertaining?”

“It’s one of my favorites,” you said with barely concealed glee.

He had an odd look on his face before he shook his head and said, “Maybe later. Perhaps we should eat instead.”

⚖️

Loki was astonished at how much his situation had changed in only a day. For months he’d been isolated on this planet, but not anymore. Even after eating, that episode of the cartoon she’d shown him still had him unnerved. Loki knew he’d done some awful things in his life, but that had him feeling like he didn’t fully understand cruelty. The only distraction he found from those haunting thoughts was what to do after dinner. He knew better than to hope she would make another offer and took the initiative.

“Could you show me something less… unpleasant?” he asked after making the food and dishes vanish.

She looked tired but nodded, “Fine, but it’s still gonna be weird.”

“I can handle weird,” Loki said as he stood, “But that was deeply unsettling.”

“I know,” she replied, that same satisfied smirk on her face that she had before. She stood, but instead of returning to the common room, she was leaving.

Running a few steps to catch up to her, Loki asked, “Where are you—”

“The movie I want is in my room,” she said, Loki falling into step next to her as she added, “We can just watch it there. I’m too full to do extra walking.”

Loki did his best to maintain his composure but couldn’t help the visceral elation that came over him as he entered her living quarters. That barely-there, dark chocolate scent was more noticeable here and felt comforting. Her quarters, much like his own, were more than just a bedroom. She had a large TV on the wall and a small living room with a desk, probably a bathroom like his, connected to the bedroom. Granted, he didn’t have a TV; in its place was a built-in bookshelf.

Nothing in this part of her room was different from his own, aside from the TV. The furniture, carpeting, and walls were the same, and he felt oddly at home even though it wasn’t his room. Loki knew that the others had taken to decorating and changing their space, but the Little One hadn’t.

He stood just inside the doorway as she crouched on the floor, flipping through something on the shelf below the TV. When she found what she was looking for, she stood, holding it in front of her chest. Loki barely had time to read what she was showing him before she was literally cracking it open and pulling a shiny disc out. The previous cartoon had already been on the TV, but this was apparently special.

After she got the machine set up, she grabbed something small and black and then sat on the couch. Loki was pleased that she hadn’t sat as far to one side as possible. Doing the same, only a few inches separating them, Loki asked, “What are you subjecting me to this time?”

“I’m not subjecting you to shit,” she said as she nudged him with her elbow, “It’s the Addams Family. You’re gonna love Uncle Fester.”

⚖️

You were sleepy, but the movie held your attention. Hearing Loki laugh at the right parts was almost as good as his reaction to the Nina chimera, but you weren’t complaining. The thing that you loved and hated about this movie was Morticia and Gomez. It was hard not to feel disappointed when you saw how much the actors pretended to love each other.

Knowing that you’d never have someone like that usually didn’t bother you. It wasn’t like you could take Steve or Sam up on their offers, and Bucky was entirely out of his mind. They deserved Omegas that would fawn over them and not some jacked-up Beta. You weren’t ashamed or embarrassed by who you were, you just knew your place, and it wasn’t with an Alpha.

You leaned over, resting your head on Loki’s shoulder as you would have with one of your friends, then panicked. Frozen in this uncomfortable position but unable to retreat, it only worsened.

“Are you tired, Little One?” Loki’s voice was deep and gentle, making this situation only stranger.

Sitting bolt upright, you shook your head and apologized. He chuckled, then you were tugged toward him. His arm around your shoulder as he crushed you against his side and whispered, “Is this something you do with your friends? Because I am more than happy to indulge you....”

Instead of dealing with any of this, you asked in a small voice, “Why do you call me that?”

“You’re… very small,” Loki said with a laugh before asking, “Do you prefer something else?”

“I don’t care, just curious,” you said, unsure of what to do with your hands.

Sam would do what Loki was doing, pulling you close, and you’d just lean into him, but Loki had turned you, so your chest was pressed against his side. Nowhere for your hands to go, and you weren’t about to wrap them around Loki, opting to hold them a few inches away from him awkwardly. With Bucky or Steve, you’d just lean on their shoulder. No need to panic with those two, but this was different.

Before you’d been turned into what you were now, you’d had plenty of experience. Betas were usually easy going, and you weren’t particular about gender, but then you’d gotten the chance of a lifetime and took it. You didn’t regret taking the serum, not once, but you did miss just being a normal person sometimes. The only reason you were even thinking of this was because of how much this reminded you of dating, which was weird.

As soon as the idea entered your head, it was hard to take it seriously. Loki wasn’t interested in you like that, he was being friendly, and he was an Alpha. They were all a bit much when it came to physical contact, but it didn’t mean they were—

Your thoughts abruptly stopped because you knew that wasn’t true. All three of your supposed Alpha buddies had propositioned you. They were Alphas, and it had seemed unavoidable looking back on those uncomfortable conversations. And you being a Beta didn’t seem to matter to any of them, or that you weren’t designed with their anatomy in mind. You had flat-out refused any advances from Steve, Bucky, and Sam but couldn’t lie to yourself and say that you weren’t curious.

You’d heard stories from before you were enhanced and been interested in seeing what being with an Alpha was like but never gotten a chance. Thinking about what it would be like usually ran through your mind while you were alone at night and enjoying some advanced loneliness. But, now your only practical option to experience sex with an Alpha was either Captain Fucking America or one of his super buddies; no fucking way was that going to happen. You knew better than to dip your pen—

“As much as I am enjoying your inner monologue,” Loki whispered as realization hit you like a Mack truck, “You are distracting me from the movie.”

Your face felt like it had burst into flames with shame, and there was a piercing ringing sound in your ears. Quickly, you scrambled away from him, making yourself as small as you could and wrapping an arm around your bent legs as you started to splutter an apology. In your haste to get away from him, you’d knocked the remote off the couch and stepped on it, turning off the TV and trapping yourself in this awful silence with him.

Even worse than knowing you’d basically projected what you were thinking, you were now staring right at him, and he had an awful, knowing smile on his face. His green eyes were locked on your own as he said, “What’s wrong? You seemed to be enjoying yourself until—”

“Shut your whore mouth!” you shouted, slapping a hand over your mouth before muttering an apology from behind it.

Loki laughed, ducking his head before looking up at you, “You don’t want me to stop. In fact…” His voice trailed off as he leaned closer, his eyes darting down to your hand-covered lips, “... we both know you want more.”

He wasn’t wrong, but wanting something and actually going through with it was very different. Doing a quick mental check that he wasn’t touching you, so your thoughts were your own, you tried to think of a reply.

“I would like to bring to your attention that I am not like your friends,” Loki said, inching closer and planting his hand next to your head. Boxed in underneath his large frame, all you could do was stare up at him as he added, “But I understand why they’d offer themselves to you, Little One. There is something untamed about you, and I crave your submission.”

His pupils were blown, only a faint hint of the iris remained around the edges, and you understood exactly what he meant. As much fun as you had pushing Alphas around, you knew that it wasn’t how you were supposed to act. Even as a Beta, you weren’t meant to be dominant, especially not up against an Alpha. It had nothing to do with sex, this was just the natural pecking order, and you defied it at every opportunity because you could.

Loki adjusted, shifting his lower body so he was flush against your shins. He smiled as he tapped your knee, then said, “I don’t need to be touching you to hear your thoughts, but I would prefer you vocalize them… or beg for what you want...”

You wanted to speak. You wanted to let your legs fall open and take whatever he was offering, but you couldn’t. Something was stopping you and—

“Speak,” Loki commanded.

“We shouldn’t….” you said in a weak voice.

Loki cupped your cheek, gently stroking your bottom lip with his thumb as he said, “That’s not true. Why are you so worried about what the others will think?”

It took you a moment, but you were able to say, “You know why.”

His smile faltered, and something in his eyes changed like they were duller for a moment. Loki sighed, “Then I should leave.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he stood, and the emptiness he left was almost painful. He’d seen much more into your thoughts than he was admitting to, but you didn’t care. Not once had you bothered to care what was expected of you; even if you were aware that you weren’t supposed to do certain things, you still did them. Loki had to know that you’d volunteered to train him, not out of sympathy or misguided pity but because you wanted to be near him. As much as you tried to focus on thinking of him as everyone else did, deep down, you couldn’t deny that you didn’t despise him for what he’d done. Yes, he still irritated the shit out of you and he’d done horrible things, but you couldn’t change how you felt.

Loki’s hand was on the doorknob when you slammed into him in your panic to stop him from leaving, smashing him against the door before jumping back and shouting, “Oh, my God! Are you okay!?!”

He took a deep breath, fixing his hair before turning around and looking down at you, as he said in a dangerous tone, “If you didn’t want me to leave….” The words hung in the air as he took a step toward you.

You backed away, realizing just how much bigger than you he was, but you weren’t worried that he’d hurt you; not much could hurt you. You were worried he was upset. Your back hit the wall, his hands caging you in again on either side of your shoulders as he continued, “... all you had to do was say it.”

His knuckles were under your chin, tipping your face up toward his as he leaned in. It had been too long since you last kissed someone, and this was emphasized by the moan you let out as his lips met yours. For a moment, you enjoyed the simple kiss, and then your hands were scrambling against his shirt for something to hold onto. Pulling him closer, you parted your lips and whined as he dipped his tongue into your mouth.

Loki didn’t move as he whispered against your lips, “Say it… please.”

Kissing him again, the ache in his voice had done something to you, and you needed to fix it. You took a gasping breath before saying, “I want you, Loki.”

He sighed, his hands on either side of your face as he stood tall and looked down at you. The soft smile on his face as his eyes searched yours had your brain malfunctioning. In no rational world was anyone supposed to look at you like this, definitely not Loki, not an Alpha. As cocky as you were, the idea of being with Loki, a no-shit, for real god, was not something you thought was possible.

“You would be just as surprised as I am that you return my affections,” Loki said, eavesdropping again, but you didn’t mind this time. His hands fell to your shoulders, and then you were turned and pressed against the wall. Loki leaned close and whispered, “I wonder what else we have in common.”

Your back arched, subconsciously trying to mimic how an Omega would act, but Loki wasn’t having it. His hand on your hip tightened as he said, “Know that once we start this, I’m never letting you go.”

Nothing in you was bothered by what he said; you were exhilarated. You were a Beta, so you didn’t have the same biological compulsion to find a mate, but you weren’t stupid. There wasn’t an easy way to put this, but it wasn’t just an Alpha’s anatomy that was intimidating. Unlike Betas, Alphas and Omegas had stamina and bodies built to fuck for literal days; you did not. This didn’t mean you weren’t up for the challenge, but it was something to be mindful of.

Loki chuckled, and you knew that you’d never be able to hide what you were thinking from him, but that didn’t seem like a problem. Didn’t most people wish that they could be understood this quickly and with almost no effort?

His hand started to move from your hip to between your legs as he said, “I’m going to take my time with you, and luckily, there’s plenty of time before my rut begins.”

A sharp pang of fear at his words ran through you, but it didn’t last long. You knew that even if you were smaller, with practice, you could probably take him. Maybe. Hopefully. Getting knotted wasn’t something you ever wanted to experience, but you had thought about it.

“Oh, my fierce Little One, you will take my knot,” Loki whispered, his fingers teasing your sex, “But I promise, you will beg me for it when the time comes.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered as his hand moved again, this time making its way inside your pants.

“Nothing that crude,” he said, his voice deeper than how he usually spoke. Loki sighed as he slid his fingers between your lips, “And you’re already so eager for me.”

When you felt him enter you, filling you with only two fingers, you gasped. You might be ready to go, but his fingers were deeper than anything you’d ever had before. Doing your best not to lose control, you tried to lean back against him instead of into the wall. You weren’t an Omega, and you weren’t subject to the same sex-fueled insanity, but it didn’t mean you didn’t get lost in the moment, and this was one hell of a moment.

Loki moved back, his arm around your chest and holding you against him as he steadily pumped his fingers between your legs. Your breathing was already sounding ragged as he said, “I feared even this would be too much, but you’re taking it so well.”

You moaned, hips moving on their own, and he chuckled. Under any other circumstances, you would have been embarrassed or angry, but it felt so good that you didn’t care.

“Precious little creature,” he cooed, speeding up, and you could hear how wet you were, “Do as you're told and enjoy this.”

“I-I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, your hands reaching up and behind you to grab onto him.

Loki held you firmly as you started to squirm, and you could hear the smile in his voice as he whispered, “Still so vulgar….”

“Fuck… oh my Go—Loki!” you screamed his name as he added a third finger, and you came.

Clearly, he hadn’t been prepared, falling back with the force you had no control over. You usually did the Devil’s handshake while lying on the floor; it wouldn’t do any good if you came too hard and crushed your bed accidentally again. That had only happened twice before you figured it out, and you would still get twinges of latent embarrassment at having to explain that you needed yet another new bed.

Coughing before taking a deep breath, Loki hadn’t let go of you and didn’t sound upset when he said, “I assume you’re uninjured.”

With a nervous giggle, you said, “I’m fantastic. You good?”

“I’ll manage,” he said, shifting underneath you before pushing his fingers back inside your cunt.

You pushed off him, not to stop him from touching you but because it was already too much again, and you didn’t want to hurt him. Scooting away from him, your back hit the wall as he sat up, and you said, “You don’t want to be underneath me.”

“Noted,” he said, his eyes dragging over your body before he asked, “But you want to continue?”

Biting your bottom lip, you started getting your pants and underwear off as you said, “You couldn’t pay me to stop.”

His face fell, but he was distracted when you threw your clothes at him. Catching them and then tossing your pants over his shoulder, Loki said in that same dangerous tone, “Speak plainly, Little One.”

“Because getting naked isn’t enough?” you asked as you pulled your shirt off, then threw it at him.

Loki batted the shirt away, but he didn’t take his eyes off your face, “Not for me.”

“I want more,” you said without hesitation, then added, “And you look stupid wearing clothes.”

Leaning back, propped up on his hand, Loki studied you for a moment before waving his other hand and his clothes faded away. That much smooth, pale skin shouldn’t be allowed. You knew he was probably put together well, but you had no idea that he’d actually look like, well, a god. Even the way he was lazily positioned seemed regal, and you were starting to feel self-conscious.

“Is this better?” he asked, one of the few times he didn’t ramble.

All you could manage was a nod before he moved closer. The leg closest to you had been bent, but as he closed the distance between you, that leg had extended, and you could see everything. You’d seen plenty of dicks before, but even for an Alpha, you were keenly aware that Loki was big. Big-big. Huge. The kind of dick that made you wonder if other Alphas were self-conscious around him. It had to be because he wasn’t human, but still. A dick that big seemed unnecessarily excessive, and fun.

His hand was on your thigh, and immediately your anxiety spiked, looking up at him and seeing that same lost expression on his face again. Your thoughts were all over the place; the shock at his anatomy, your inexperience, and most notably: not feeling good enough for him.

Loki reached out, cupping your cheek, as he said in a carefully measured voice, “I am far from disappointed. Will you let me show you?”

All you could manage was a slight nod, but it was enough. Then you were bombarded with thoughts and memories that weren’t your own. In a rush you saw Loki’s time in shackles after the Battle of New York, then his arrival at the Avenger’s compound, and Thor’s reassuring voice convincing him that this was for the best, then it shifted abruptly. Initially, these thoughts were tainted by Loki’s fear and disdain, but that changed to boredom and then curiosity.

You saw the first time Loki saw you, felt his instant longing to know more about you that mirrored your own reaction to him. His memory and yours of that first meeting were clashing because you’d been sure at the time that he’d hated you as much as he hated Steve. You were very wrong.

Then he showed you some of the time he spent alone thinking about you. He didn’t shy away from letting you see what he had fantasized about, and it seemed like he was trying to reassure you with this. One of these was so clear that you couldn’t tell if it was fantasy or memory: Loki, buried to the hilt inside you and looking down at you as you demanded he knot you.

He backed off then, and you got a flash of something that you knew you weren’t supposed to see, but it was too late. Looking at him in front of you now that he was out of your head, it was like you were really seeing him and not the pretentious nightmare he pretended to be. That split second of how he saw himself, the loathing and ache to be better, to be anything other than the villain, but knowing it was his role to fill and entirely unavoidable. You couldn’t unsee or unknow this. His obligation to be confrontational, to belittle, it was making your chest constrict; this was agonizing.

Reaching up to put your hand over his, you wanted to return the favor but didn’t know how to project your thoughts like he did. He’d already seen enough into your mind, and you remembered what he kept asking you to do. You leaned into his touch as you asked, “How long until your rut?”

His eyes lost focus as you giggled. Apparently, he hadn’t expected you to ask about that, and it took him a minute to reply, “About a month.”

“That’s not a lot of time, but—” his lips cut off your words.

Loki kissed you desperately. None of the control or caution he’d had before was there. You knew part of it was him realizing he didn’t need to be careful with you, but also that he understood what you’d been about to say before you got the words out. When he broke the kiss to take a breath, you said in a rush, “I think if we practice, we should be good to go in a month.”

He chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours before he whispered, “We….” Before you could comment, his hand slid up your inner thigh as he said, “We will need a lot of practice.”

⚖️

That first night was spent getting her acquainted with his touch. Loki also had his concerns about how certain things would fit together but knew that building up her capacity and endurance were more important. He also wanted her to be comfortable with him.

Waking up on her floor to her tiny body curled against his side and her strange dreams flitting in and out of his mind was staggeringly wonderful. Her imagination was vivid and wild, completely untethered while she slept.

When she began to stir, slowly coming out of sleep, Loki patiently waited. He was accustomed to her thoughts and knew he shouldn’t intrude as much as he was, but it was intoxicating. Until his standing with her was on more stable ground, he would resist anticipating her needs as much as he could. She didn’t need to know that physical touch hadn’t ever been necessary, that would be his secret to keep.

“Mornin’,” she said as she stretched her arms.

Pressing his lips to her forehead, Loki sighed, “Good morning, darling.” Loki traced his fingers along her side as he said, “When you’re ready we can have breakfast.”

“I’m always ready for food,” she said, pushing herself up and grinning at him.

After conjuring the waffles and fruit that she craved, they ate on the floor. Loki wanted to spend as much time alone with her as possible. Even if he wasn’t prying into her thoughts, he was aware that explaining this to the others would complicate things. Not only was their pairing unconventional, but he knew that there would be resistance because of who he was.

When she got up, Loki leaned back and watched with interest as she opened her bedroom door. They’d stayed in the same room as the TV all night, but now he was curious about the rest of her living quarters. It wasn’t until she was standing in the doorway that he realized he should have followed her.

“You can probably just abra-kadabra yourself clean, but I need to shower,” she said, seeming somewhat nervous. Loki didn’t say anything, only watched as she gestured to the bathroom and said, “So I’m gonna go shower.”

Smirking and leaning back on his hands, Loki asked, “Would you like me to accompany you, pet?”

Her reaction had his cock aching. Last night had done nothing to sate his needs, but he could be patient. Seeing her flustered and panicking that he voiced something that had been implied was delightful. Besides, they were both still naked, and she could easily see how much he liked this idea.

Back at the palace, he would take baths in a large stone basin that could easily fit ten people. Her small bathroom that was exactly like his own had not seemed inviting until the idea of sharing it with her was presented. She was right, he didn’t need to shower, but he needed to be close to her.

This need for her was not something she’d ever be able to reciprocate, and Loki was aware of this fact. Alphas and Omegas have many reasons not to choose a Beta, but this was perhaps a universal reason: Betas weren’t able to feel as deeply. That inability to be bound to someone else so profoundly that it would cause pain to be without them for too long was unappealing, but that’s where Loki diverged from other Alphas.

He wanted to be wanted, to have a mate that was desperate for him in every way, but for the right reasons. He’d had many Omegas before all this mess with the Avengers, when he was nothing more than the other Asgardian prince, and not a single one of them wanted Loki. They wanted status, money, or any number of silly reasons to settle for the lesser prince of Asgard, but never because they wanted him.

Even if it was temporary and only a passing fascination for her, the way she looked at him as she stepped into the shower was enough for him. She was irrationally stubborn, terrifyingly strong, and she wanted him.

⚖️

“Another,” Loki demanded, his fingers still pumping between your legs.

You moaned and squeezed your legs closed around his wrist, desperately trying not to hurt him. His thumb found your clit again, circling it deftly, and you shrieked as you came yet again. Leaning your cheek against the tile wall in the shower, panting as you tried to focus on not losing control, you whispered, “You’re going to kill me.”

Loki held you against him; his cock seemed to be pulsing against your ass as he said, “But your body is responding marvelously, darling.”

You couldn’t deny how you enjoyed the compliment or that you knew it was true, but it didn’t mean you were mentally prepared for this. Loki had spent all of last night and most of the morning trying to break some sort of record for most consecutive orgasms had by a Beta. As you felt him start to move again, his lips against your neck, you pointed out, “Yeah, that’s great, but I need to eat, Loki.”

“One more then you can have whatever you want,” Loki said, adding a third finger. You barely noticed the arm around your waist leaving until he said, “Turn and face me.”

Still breathing hard, you did your best not to collapse onto the tile or through it as you did what he asked. Loki didn’t waste any time getting his hand between your legs again, but now you could see why he wanted you to turn around. With his other hand wrapped around his considerable cock, Loki knelt in front of you and gently pushed at your inner thigh. It wasn’t easy, but you managed to spread your legs, and he sighed.

He tilted his head up and, in a stern voice, instructed, “Watch what you do to me, Little One.”

You didn’t know if you could handle this, but you didn’t care. Your eyes darted from the hand that was stroking his cock to his face, then to his other hand that worked between your legs, repeating the pattern over and over again.

“Fuuuuck,” you groaned as your head fell back hard against the tile. You heard it crack but couldn’t be bothered to worry as the pleasure started to build again.

“Are you ready for more already?” he asked, stealing your attention.

You looked down at him and nodded before nearly losing your balance. He’d pulled out until only his fingertips were inside you, then, as he added a fourth finger, your legs started to get weak. Loki had discovered that losing control of your abilities was avoidable last night, but each new thing he tried would cause you to struggle.

“Focus, or I will explain how you destroyed this bathroom to Stark,” he said ominously, and you grabbed his shoulders.

Digging your nails into his skin, you hissed, “Gonna be real funny when I break your legs or worse.”

As Loki spoke, he pushed his fingers inside you as far as he could, “Not nearly as amusing as this.”

You gasped in shock at the sudden intrusion but managed not to fall and break anything. The pressure was incredibly satisfying, and seeing his smug face looking up at you only added to it. Without a thought and too lost in the moment to care, you said, “Don’t stop this time.”

His smile turned wicked as he started to thrust into you. You could hear the sound of him jerking off, but focused on his eyes as he asked, “You’re certain?”

It was hard to speak. You were already so close to cumming again, but nodded as you tried to explain, “Want you to… cum too.”

“Oh, Little One,” Loki cooed, licking his lips before he said, “you are too sweet.”

⚖️

By the time the first group came back two days later, you weren’t entirely sure how to explain what had happened and it had you on edge. Spending so much time, uninterrupted and unclothed, with Loki had been fantastic, but now you had responsibilities and other demands on your time. He seemed to take it well and didn’t ask about telling the others.

You were aware that you needed to tell Steve and the others as soon as possible, and you were thankful that Loki wasn’t pushing the issue. Bucky was still locked away in his room and dealing with his rut, so you only needed to wait for Sam to return. You didn’t want to tell Steve without Sam to buffer this, and you had good reason.

Steve had been the first to approach you, only a few months after you joined the team. He had been polite and seemed to take rejection well, but it took him some time before he stopped acting strange around you. He was very old-fashioned about anything to do with sex, and his offer had taken you by surprise, so you hadn’t been as cordial about declining.

Bucky had asked a few weeks after Steve, but you were ready this time. Bucky wasn’t as closed off as other people thought and didn’t hide his interest as well as he thought he was. But he took the rejection like a champ, which definitely hadn’t gone as badly as Steve.

Then Sam had offered. His had been the most casual and least stressful. You and Sam both laughed it off like he was asking if you were going to finish your fries instead of him propositioning you. Overall, once it was established that you didn’t have any interest in them, being friends was much simpler.

The problem was how you had turned each of them down. You had insisted that you weren’t interested in Alphas. Bucky wouldn’t let this go, bringing it up whenever he could like it was an inside joke. You did have some issues with Alphas and Omegas, but not as much as the others had assumed. Now you were kicking yourself for letting that get as out of hand as it had even though it had solved the problem at the time.

Enough time had passed between the three Alphas you called your friends had offered to take you for a test drive, and you hoped that that would make this new development easier to swallow. Their reaction to you being with an Alpha was one thing, but that Alpha being the black sheep of the group that none of them really wanted around was another.

Steve put on a brave front, but you knew that he wouldn’t ever trust Loki. Bucky did his best to follow any plan Steve had, but he had still had his reservations. And Sam wasn’t quiet about his feelings. Before Sam had left for his latest mission, he had insisted you call him if anything weird happened.

Waiting impatiently for Sam to join the rest in the common room, you had a vague plan: ask Sam and Steve to go to the gym and just tell them. It wasn’t a good plan, but you didn’t know what else to do. Glancing over at Loki, he didn’t look up from his book but smiled.

You’d figured out that he could just read your mind whenever, but it didn’t bother you. That morning you’d finally gotten to a point where you were pretty confident that sex with him was possible, so telling your friends as soon as possible would be necessary. You couldn’t ever do the things that an Omega could do to reassure Loki, but you would do what you could.

The second you heard Sam’s laugh in the hall, you were on your feet. Walking up to Steve, you asked, “Can I talk to you?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, turning away from Clint and looking confused.

“Privately,” you added, nervously smiling at Clint.

With a shrug, Steve stood as Sam walked into the common room. You walked ahead, cutting Sam off, and whispered, “I need to talk to you.”

Sam glanced over your head, probably at Steve, before he said, “Yeah, what’s up?”

All you could manage was shaking your head before you led the way toward the gym. Before you got there, Steve grabbed your shoulder to stop you and asked, “What’s going on?”

For one horrifying second, you stared up at him and couldn’t speak. This would have been so much easier if you had told Bucky first. He was the one you were closest with, but you didn’t want to burden him with telling the others. Glancing over at Sam, who looked worried, you said in a rush, “HookedupwithLoki.”

“What?” Steve asked, looking back at Sam for clarification.

Sam spoke at the same time, but in shock, as he gaped at you, “Shut the fuck up.”

Steve figured out the gist of what you said from Sam’s reaction and looked around the deserted corridor before ordering in a stern voice, “Not another word.” He walked past you and then commanded without looking back, “Gym. Now.”

You and Sam exchanged a panicked look before following Steve. He seemed seriously pissed as he stormed down the hall and into the gym. Tony and Rhodes were in the weight area, but Steve didn’t hesitate as he stopped in front of them and said, “Leave.”

Now that you were alone with an incredibly irritated Steve and an equally scared Sam, you were losing your nerve. Part of you wondered if Loki knew and was coming to join you, but you weren’t about to bet on something like that happening. Squaring your shoulders and standing as tall as you could with the two giants in front of you, you decided to quit being a bubble-blowing-bitch-baby about this, “I don’t need to explain how it happened to either of you, but it’s not just—oh for fuck’s sake, I like him. A lot. And he likes me so… deal with it.”

Sam had a pained expression on his face, but Steve was glaring at you. Clenching his jaw, Steve took a deep breath before he asked, “And you’re sure he isn’t messing with your head or anything like that?”

The revulsion on your face had Steve dropping his angry facade. You watched as he lost all his steam before you said, “I didn’t need to tell you a damn thing. This was a courtesy, Captain.”

“We know,” Sam said in a gentle voice, taking a step toward you and giving Steve a knowing look before he continued, “Let’s just wait to tell—”

“Oh, fuck that,” you said, realizing that any ideas you might have had about who your friends were had been wrong. Narrowing your eyes at Steve, you said, “I shouldn’t have been scared to tell you but it’s good to know I was right.”

“Wait, hey, I over—” Steve started, but you were already walking out of the gym. He ran ahead of you and blocked your exit as he said, “I overreacted.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” you spat out, crossing your arms as you stopped in front of him.

Staring Steve down, you could hear Sam whispering loudly behind you, “Apologize, man.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve said in a stilted voice before he took a step toward you and continued, “It’s just—”

“Oh, c’mon,” Sam said behind you, and you heard the exasperation in his voice.

“You can’t tell me you saw this coming,” Steve said to Sam before addressing you, “Last time we talked, six days ago, you didn’t want anything to do with him unless it involved beating him to death.”

“I was mad, and now I’m not,” you shot back, but you also started to understand the bad reaction you were getting might not be from what you had assumed. Trying to relax so you didn’t sound irritated, you explained, “Bucky’s rut hit early, and it was just Loki and me. He’s not like you think.”

Steve wasn’t paying attention to you, looking over your head at Sam with a worried expression. Nodding to himself, Steve closed his eyes for a moment before he said, “We can tell the others or not; that’s your call, but leave Bucky to us.”

“Ruts are hard on him already,” Sam cut in, walking toward you and Steve, “No need to have him getting all pissy too.”

⚖️

That night you were in no mood to be around anyone other than Loki. After dinner, you made your excuses and went to your room. Loki had left before without a word to anyone, but you knew he’d be waiting for you.

Opening the door, you could smell him. You weren’t able to pick up on his scent, but he did have a distinctive almost perfume smell. Something sweet but masculine, and it didn’t necessarily mean he was in your room; it could have just been because of how much time he’d spent there the last few days.

“Why were you mad at me before they left for their mission?” Loki asked, turning to face you with a smirk.

You closed and locked the door as you explained, “You wouldn’t listen or follow directions during training and pissed me off.”

Holding his hand out, you walked toward the couch he was sitting on as he said, “I’m glad we resolved those issues without you beating me to death.”

You stood in front of him and smiled as he ran his hands along your thighs before you said, “I want to try tonight.”

Loki’s hands stopped moving, and you were pretty sure he forgot to breathe as his face went blank. He cleared his throat as he gave your thighs a squeeze, “Try what exactly?”

Leaning close, you cupped his cheek as you whispered, “Sex, nerd.”

A nervous chuckle burst out of him, but Loki still tried to sound like he was in control, “I merely wanted to ensure that we were both speaking—oh, you mean right now.”

Dropping your shirt on the floor, you were pushing your pants down as you said, “Right fucking now.”

Loki seemed to have forgotten that he didn’t need to undress in the same tedious way you did and was scrambling to get his tie off. As he frantically unbuttoned his shirt, he stood and said, “I promise you, I will ensure you enjoy this, darling.”

Walking backward toward an open spot on the floor, you shot back, “I’ll enjoy every inch.”

“That mouth…” Loki groaned, pulling at his shirt and causing the remaining buttons to pop off. As he dropped his shirt behind him, he added, “Lay down. Let me take care of you.”

You did as he said, laying on the floor but propped up on your elbows, still amused as you watched him kick his dress pants off. The stress and frustration of the conversation with Steve and Sam was far from your mind as Loki dropped to his knees in front of you. He placed his hands on your knees, pushing them apart as he moved closer. Without a word, Loki started kissing up your thighs as he laid on his stomach.

All your confidence evaporated as he looked up at you from between your legs. It was beyond comprehension how anyone could be as beautiful as Loki was and still manage to look at someone like you with such adoration. Even as he spread your lips and ran his tongue along your sex, his gaze didn’t waver. He stared up into your eyes as he ate you, slowly filling you with his fingers.

As he worked the third and then fourth finger into your cunt, you were focused on staying up on your elbows. You had found that if you had to hold a position, it was easier to maintain control over your abilities, and you didn’t want to lose control tonight. Loki was not making it easy. He groaned from between your legs, his eyelids fluttering as you came on his face and fingers.

Loki pulled back just enough to say, “Once more, precious.”

Your head fell back as he started to push into you, his tongue caressing your clit. Your hips began to rock against his face as you enjoyed how his fingers stretched you open. He wasn’t just making it so you could take his girth but also so you could take him as deep as possible. You wouldn’t be able to take him all at once, no matter how much he prepared you, but this would be a decent start. It had been your idea to try this, and your argument was valid. Not only the anecdotal experiences of other Betas but also the simple fact that if Betas could give birth, then taking a big dick shouldn’t be a problem.

He moaned, his eyes closing as you came again. You managed to reach down, running your fingers through his long, dark hair as you whimpered, “I’m ready, Loki.”

Pulling back and looking delightfully confused, he didn’t stop slowly thrusting his fingers as he asked in a bewildered voice, “You’re ready?”

You giggled as you nodded, excitement spreading across his face as you said, “C’mere.”

Moaning as he pulled his fingers from you, Loki seemed to lose his usual carefully measured composure as he got on top of you. He settled his hips between yours before ducking his head to kiss you. Resting his forehead against yours, he whispered, “Don’t hesitate to stop me. I can’t bear the idea of causing you pain, darling.”

“Quit being dramatic,” you giggle, pulling him down to kiss. Pushing his hair away from his face, you say, “Besides, you should be more worried about me hurting you.”

He stared down at you for a moment, like he was waiting for you to change your mind, then he shifted his weight and reached between your bodies. Loki studied your face, not tearing his eyes away, as you felt the blunt head of his cock at your entrance. He slowly started to drag it up and down along your sex, teasing your clit.

His mouth fell open as your back arched, both of you moaning before Loki said, “This would be enough for me.”

“Not for me,” you moaned as you pushed his hair away from his face with both hands, then gripped the back of his head. His jaw was set as he continued to tease you, and you had an idea. Loki grinned as he understood, and you knew you didn’t need to say it out loud, but tried anyway, “Right before I cum—”

His lips cut you off, then that strange assault of his thoughts. Loki had only done this one time before, and it had been jarring, but you liked it. You could feel how badly he wanted to let go and do what his body demanded, which was great. But what had your eyes starting to sting was why he was holding back.

Alphas were a lot of things, but one thing that you had always dismissed was their devotion. It seemed insane that they could just fall for someone so quickly and completely, and that was it; no one else would do. As much as you could care about Loki, you couldn’t match what he felt for you because you didn’t have the same biological drive. It wasn’t until you got the brief flash of Gomez looking longingly at Morticia that you understood: Loki didn’t need you to feel the same way he did. He understood the limitations and accepted them. Despite the incredibly bad idea that it was for an Alpha to choose a Beta as a mate, Loki had done it and had no trepidation.

Your back arched as you were overwhelmed, crying out as you started to cum then you shrieked. Orgasm not faltering in the slightest as Loki slowly eased into you, his fingers had done their best to prepare your body, but it wasn’t anywhere near enough. Your hands tightened into fists, pulling his hair as his cock stretched you open, and you gasped for breath.

Already on board with Loki reading your mind whenever he wanted, you were ecstatic that he could at that moment. He felt incredible and knew exactly what you wanted almost before you did. Not in any rush, Loki rocked his hips, carefully working more of his cock inside you as you continued to cum.

He’d done this with his fingers and mouth before, dragging your orgasm out for a few minutes, but this was so much more intense. You could barely breathe. He would only back off enough for you to gulp for breath, then he’d give you a little more. It felt like you were going to lose your mind, the edges of your vision starting to go blurry and darken before he relented.

“Sweet zombie Jesus… this is awesome,” you managed to say while Loki kissed along your jaw.

His head dropped to your shoulder, and you could feel him trying to fight back laughter before he pushed himself up. Loki glanced down before smirking at you, “While I appreciate the unusual compliment, you’ve barely taken a third of me.”

“In my defense, that’s still a lot of dick,” you replied with a giggle.

Propped up on his elbows, Loki ran the bridge of his nose along yours as he said, “You will take all of me, darling.” Before you could say anything, he started to thrust, a little more of his cock filling you as he added, “Every last inch, as you put it.”

⚖️

Loki knew that telling the super soldiers wouldn’t be easy for her, but what came of that had him filled with pride. She’d done it, although a little apprehensive at first, but she had been ready to walk away from everything for him. Loki wouldn’t have let her, but it was the intention that counted.

The aftermath was delightful. Not only did they not have to hide their affection for each other, but Loki had found out something that had him feeling like he’d won. More than her returning his feelings, he’d taken something someone else wanted.

The weeks leading up to his rut were spent between her thighs and gloating around the compound. The super soldiers didn’t seem as cocky but did their best not to treat his Beta differently, aside from one. The love-lorn Dog’s heart-wrenching thoughts were something Loki would treasure for a very long time.

Loki was aware that if she ever found out what he knew that it would end badly, but she wouldn’t find out from him. The Dog might confess his feelings, but she will never know how much Loki reveled in his anguish at losing her.

By the time Loki was in pre-rut, the situation with the super soldiers was reaching a boiling point. When a rut was coming, everyone in the compound knew. It kept the team safe and minimized any fighting or unnecessary territorial behavior amongst the Alphas. But Loki’s rut and his Beta’s insistence that she would be helping him through it seemed to be more than the broken-hearted super soldier could tolerate.

After a training session with Captain Rogers that had gone exceptionally well, Loki could feel the unavoidable confrontation brewing. As he got ready to go to the common room and watch a couple of episodes of Fruits Basket with his Beta, he thought this anime was much better than the alchemy one, Loki paused and smiled to himself as he felt someone approaching from behind.

“I was wondering when you’d try this,” Loki said without turning around. He didn’t need to, and he could feel the anger and dejection rolling off the man who had been waiting to find him alone.

“You did something to her, tricked her—”

“I did nothing of the sort,” Loki cut him off as he turned around, then leaned close as he said just loud enough for the Dog to hear him, “I didn’t have to. She can clearly see beyond good intentions—”

Abruptly pushed against the wall, Loki did his best not to react to the deafening crack next to his ear. The metal fist was barely an inch from his head as it struck the wall. The Dog looked unhinged as he hissed, “Bullshit.”

“If you only knew how sweet she is,” Loki whispered, looking into the other man’s thoughts to get what he needed, “You never stood a chance, little puppy.”

Slammed against the wall again, Loki chuckled before they were interrupted by a familiar voice, “What the actual fuck, Bucky?!”

The Dog immediately dropped his head but didn’t release Loki or lower his vibranium arm. She didn’t hesitate, reeling back and slamming her fist into his exposed side, causing the Dog to fall to his knees. Turning to Loki, she was so concerned as she asked, “Are you okay?”

“He didn’t hurt me. I’m fine, darling,” Loki replied, not bothering to look at the Dog.

She sighed, then turned to face her so-called friend before she said, “Sam told me, and this will never happen again.”

Daring to glance at the Dog, Loki was rewarded with a shocked look on his face. All the man on the ground could do was shake his head before she said, “If you can’t get over it, then I’ll leave. You need this place more than I ever did.”

His Beta didn’t wait for a reply or rebuttal, taking Loki’s hand and leaving the gym. Knowing that Sam had been the one to tell her about the Dog’s unrequited feelings only made this more satisfying. Apparently, the poor man had quite the crush on her, and Loki couldn’t fault him for that. When she’d rejected all three of them, giving them all the same lie about being repulsed by Alphas, that had made it easy for him to idly pine after her.

Once she chose Loki, the Dog lost his composure. Something about it being tolerable if she didn’t want any Alpha, but the idea of her choosing someone as demonstrable as Loki was beyond comprehension.

⚖️

“Do you feel it?” Loki asked as his thrusts slowed.

All you could manage was a frantic nod. Three days into his rut and you were stunned that you hadn’t started to fall apart at the seams. You were sore, but only your muscles. Your stomach, thighs, and shoulders were aching, but it was satisfying, like the feeling after a good fight or workout.

You giggled as you saw what Loki wanted, kissing him before you said, “You’ll need to get off me to do that.”

He groaned, a deep, desperate sound before he pushed himself up. You moved as quickly as you could to get on all fours, making sure to arch your back. Loki being in rut didn’t change anything about you, but you could pretend. Now that you could take his entire length, something that still shocked you, it didn’t seem strange to present for him.

“My precious little Beta…” he sighed, a hand on your ass as he teased your sex with his cock, “... I’m going to knot this time.”

You’d been waiting for what felt like your whole life to say this, but it was maybe only a few years. Twisting to look over your shoulder at him, you said in your best impression of an Omega in heat, “Knot me, please, Alpha, I need it.”

As he slowly filled you, Loki draped himself over you and whispered in your ear, “You need my knot, Little One?”

Nodding as he bottomed out, you could feel the beginnings of his knot stretching you further. You didn’t think this was possible, but it didn’t stop it from feeling so good. As he started to thrust, you got flashes of his thoughts, something that had been happening throughout his rut. They were only pictures, not as clear as his memories, but one, in particular, kept reappearing. It was you, belly swollen and clearly pregnant. Every time it crossed his mind, he’d moan, and his cock would throb, but now the band around the base where his knot was starting to swell too.

After everything, you couldn’t deny him this. As you started to push back with your hips, meeting his thrusts, you moaned, “Need you, Loki.”

“Keep speaking. Tell me everything,” he said, the sound of his hips slamming against your ass filling the room.

“Need your knot,” you said, waiting to see if he knew what you were going to do.

Loki was kissing and licking along your shoulder. If you were an Omega, that’s where he’d bite to claim you, but that wouldn’t do anything to you other than hurt. As you felt his teeth graze along your skin, you couldn’t stop yourself, “Do it.”

He groaned, hips stuttering, and you got another flash of his thoughts. This time the mental image of you pregnant lingered, and you started to beg, “Please, Loki, knot me… fuck, claim m—ah!”

Your mouth hung open as you came. Loki’s teeth sank into the meat of your shoulder as his knot locked him inside you. He rutted his hips against you, and you could barely hold yourself up. Dropping to your elbows, it wasn’t until Loki was gently rolling you onto your side that you felt the stinging pain where he’d bitten you.

For a few moments, you lay in his arms, trying to wrap your head around what had just happened. Loki broke the silence, his voice hoarse, “I can heal it. No one will know—”

“Don’t you dare,” you cut him off. You took a deep breath before you said, “I want it.” He didn’t say anything, only pulling you tighter against his chest. You knew that you weren’t exactly thinking clearly at that moment, even if he wasn’t still balls deep inside you, but this made sense. A nervous giggle burst out of you before you said, “I want everyone to know that I’m yours, Loki.”

Part 2 (coming soon)

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