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#Loki: King of Jotunheim
worstloki · 5 months
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AU where Loki doesn’t interfere with Thor’s banishment at all and it takes Thor years to prove himself worthy and when he returns to Asgard everything is just. The same. Nothing seems to have changed at all and everyone greets him like his absence was a minor obstacle that didn’t fundamentally change Thor and the worst part is Loki stepped down from the place as regent without any delay and Thor can’t help but feel there’s something underlaying the way his brother looks at him now and won’t let him touch him and Thor doesn’t know what he could have missed because he doesn’t think he would have found anything wrong with the things around him and how everyone behaves if he hadn’t spent time on Earth reflecting.
#the warriors 4 not being interested in anything Thor ‘learnt’ at all#and making it clear that Thor was punished unfairly and the AllFather’s decision had been harsh#Loki saying he’s happy for Thor and Thor sees the way the smiles are forced and he sees the way Loki avoids any touch#Thor hating the way Frigga talks about Loki’s short regency and Thor’s absence like it wasn’t two whole decades or something#like she’s so grateful to have her other son back without ever addressing why he was gone#Thor just. growing during his time on earth and being much more aware of the behaviour around him#he learns to be critical and assess why people around him may act a certain way#once he realises that it’s possible for him or anyone else to be fallible and make mistakes it’s over for Asgard for him I think#Thor returns and Loki gives him the throne and everyone expects him to obviously have the throne#and Odin is sleeping and Thor isn’t comfortable with the way everyone accepts him as king regent after the banishment#Loki who either never lashed out against Jotunheim or did and it was brushed away and no one thinks about it as anything#but Loki is still deeply affected and acts the way he always would have but Thor can feel it’s not the same#he knows something is wrong and Loki won’t say anything about it and Thor doesn’t know how to bring it up#Thor sees Loki metaphorically receding into the shadows to become a nonpresence so loud Thor hears it even after returning from decades away#Thor goes to Earth and gets his priorities in order gets a new worldview learns not to take what he has for granted#and finds out he actually despised Asgard#he’s been back a week and he can’t stand it
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britishserpent · 2 years
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The King of Jotunheim (Loki One Shot, Smut)
Author's Note 
18+, Sexual Content
Smut central - you have been warned.
Loki x Female 
4.6K words
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King Loki was a formidable character, one of the few to refuse Odin's claim over the nine realms and live to tell the tale. Though he had a cruel upbringing, and it was wise to not speak of the great tales of Laufey in the King's presence for fear of his wrathful reaction, he ruled with intelligence and carefully calculated strategy that ensured the prosperity and security of Jotunheim's future. Loki had fiercely sought to separate himself from his father entirely following his death; only their name and titles as King linked them together. 
His father had regarded him as small and weak, lacking the desired traits of their race, and had nearly given up on him entirely. Unable to produce an alternative heir, he subjected Loki to a level of training the other inhabitants of Jotunheim had not endured. It ensured he was broken down completely to be rebuilt stronger. The torturous ordeal had forced his magic to manifest itself in ways that differed from his expected control of the harsh icy landscape around them. 
It had taken many years, but Laufey's view of him eventually changed from disgust to seeing him only as a tactical advantage that would ensure the success of Jotunheim's operation as an independent realm, able to deny Asgard's attempts with ease. It was not a loving or caring relationship; his father did not possess the ability. With his training complete, he had allowed his son to join his side as a prized weapon the other realms feared. This had proved a successful strategy for the remaining years of his reign. Laufey had finally succumbed to battle wounds within his crumbling palace, alone. Loki refused to sit by his side in his final hours, and his last breath was drawn in an empty room behind locked doors. 
Now inhabiting his rightful place on the throne of Jotunheim, the young King had turned his focus from battle to better the living situation of his people. Towering walls were erected to alleviate some of the relentless icy wind at failed to cease. The dilapidated ruins of the palace and its surrounding temples were torn down and buried, replaced with homes that provided more suitable shelter from the environment. He could never align with his father's thought of suffering being the ultimate demonstration of strength, nor his insistence on dominating the realms he determined as weaker. 
Schools and buildings of higher education were erected, and the finishing touch on the regeneration of the realm was the modestly-sized palace, completed only once the other work had taken place. It had been a controversial choice, but the people were slowly won by his unusual kindness towards them, and they in turn found a more gentle nature. Their natural advantage in brute force and ice magic would always prove advantageous in war, should they be targeted, but children were no longer forced into training at an early age; it was their choice to enlist once their studies were complete.
A new focus on education and expanding the minds of his people had proved rewarding. The culture of the realm changed; people found enjoyment, room for creativity and individual thought for the first time, which only furthered the success of the realm, now safely isolated in its pocket of the universe. It had taken several years of hard work and determination, but with the wounds of the past finally healed, the population increased exponentially.
The elders of Alfheim had observed the developments from afar, weary from the battles the other realms inflicted upon them over the years. Once satisfied with King Loki's intent to move away from the violence of the past, they eventually made contact, proposing an alliance to protect one another should war be waged upon them again. The King tentatively accepted their request for their dignitaries to enter his realm and begin discussions.
You were selected to attend the trip as a protector of the dignitaries should King Loki have ulterior motives; your magical ability remained unrivalled on Alfheim, and you were certainly a force to be reckoned with. You had reluctantly agreed to the clothing selected for you; a deep blue dress that cinched at your waist, with an unnecessary plunging neckline. You didn't speak out against their choice, but could see the motivation that lay behind it; a distraction for the eyes while they attempt to negotiate an agreement more advantageous for your realm. Surely furs and high necklines would have been a more logical choice, but they explained this away by requesting your magic was used to maintain a more suitable temperature for the group, avoiding any appearance of weakness from hiding behind layer upon layer of fabric. 
Jotunheim was far from what you expected upon your arrival; you hadn't cast eyes on it yourself from Alfheim and relied only upon the stories of old to paint an image in your mind. The tales were clearly outdated, and you were relieved to see a more welcoming environment around you, with no harsh wind battering the once barren land. You entered the palace confused by your placement within the group; concealed as the dignitaries led the way. You had tried to push forwards to lead, but the men failed to part around you, keeping you in place behind them. 
King Loki sat on a throne of polished deep blue stone, carefully assessing the movements of the new arrivals. "Welcome, visitors. Please, introduce yourselves." His voice was not what you had expected; he sounded dignified and was well-spoken. The stories had left you worried their language primarily consisted of grunts and guttural screams. The dignitaries proceeded to part slightly, leaving room between one another whilst they introduced themselves to the King. Everyone had now spoken, apart from you. 
He could see your halo of light pink hair reflecting in the light of the room behind the cloaked men. He tilted his body slightly in his seat, trying to get a better view. You continued to stare ahead, and his crimson eyes met your own. "Ah" he slyly smiled, "A gift?" The light pink of your eyes darkened slightly at his assumption, and your brow furrowed in response to the insult. You felt the hand of a dignitary meet the exposed skin of your back, and they pushed you forwards slightly, forcing you to reveal yourself fully. "I'm sorry to disappoint you bu-" You had begun to explain your presence, but you were cut short. "Of course, King Loki, should you be happy to accept." His eyes raked up and down your body, he wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, "Gladly, come maiden, tell me your name." 
Your blood ran cold, you stood frozen, feet firmly rooted in place. He laughed and instructed his guards to take you to his rooms while he continued pleasantries with the new arrivals. Formal discussions were not scheduled to take place until the next day. The guards approached you, and their cold blue hands gripped your arms, forcing you to take a few steps backwards. "I don't think so!" You were becoming enraged at the assumptions, and the guards quickly withdrew from your flesh that now burned under their fingertips. Loki watched intently, intrigued by your boldness and use of magic. He saw a crimson glow in your eyes that had not been present before, and that sly grin spread across his face again. "It is not wise to refuse a King" he stated, waving his hand through the air towards you, stopping your magic in its tracks. You felt the cold sensation from his power linger on your skin, and the guards grasped you once again, lifting you from your place to carry you out of the room. "We apologise, King Loki, she is usually much more obliging," you heard the dignitaries say before the doors to the throne room were slammed shut. 
You were deposited in what you presumed to be his rooms. The guards swiftly left, and you could hear the shuffle of feet outside the doors signalling you were being guarded against escaping. You took a chair in front of the fireplace and stared into the flames, grabbing a white fur to cover your exposed skin while you waited. A maid finally entered the rooms a short while later and tentatively approached you, having been warned of your feistiness. She settled a tray holding a bottle of mead and a small glass beside you. "This is for you, King Loki said you may wish to relax a little before his return." You laughed, reaching out and taking a large gulp directly from the bottle. "Thank you," you replied, glaring at the maid as she left you alone again.
An hour passed, and you shed the fur as you grew warm in front of the fire, carelessly discarding it on the floor. You heard his voice a short distance away and stood in preparation for his entrance, not wanting to be at a tactical disadvantage in your seat. He was not put off by your cold stare as he entered his rooms, and he continued towards you, reaching out for your hand and bringing it to his dark blue lips to place a kiss. "I believe we may have gotten off on the wrong foot." His tone seemed more gentle now he was no longer under the surveying eyes of the dignitaries. He caught you off guard, and you withdrew the magic you were about to cast against him. "I take it as you were brought here under false pretences then?" he sat as he spoke, grabbing the bottle next to him to take his own swig. You raised a brow at his perceptiveness and introduced yourself to him, finally revealing your name. He smiled in response, "Well, nice to finally meet you." 
You crossed your arms across your exposed chest as he looked at you, waiting to see if you would ready your magic again. He was pleased to sense you become slightly more at ease as you took the chair next to him. A second glass appeared on the tray that now sat between you both. He poured the honey liquid for both of you and lifted a full glass towards you. You accepted it, your fingers brushing his own as you took it from his hand. A slight blush crept across your face at the touch, and something shifted in his eyes as he watched your reaction. You quickly brought the glass up to your lips. He continued to surprise you as you slipped into natural conversation. You allowed your eyes to scan over the slightly raised and darker blue markings on his face, wondering about their meaning and if they continued further down his body. He, in return, scanned over the slight pearlescence of your exposed skin.
The evening began to slip away as you talked, paying no attention to the time, and you felt relaxed in his company. "We should retire to bed. It would be wise for you to sleep here tonight, or they will begin to talk of our failure to charm one another." You paused to take in his words, slightly shocked at his invitation to enter his bed, but it did make sense. Word from the dignitaries would surely reach the elders, and you were in no position to refuse their wishes. You nodded in response and began to rise, following his lead. You hadn't taken much note of his height previously, distracted by your impulse to protect yourself. He was taller than you, and you stared at his chest, taking in that he stood a full head above you. You didn't even reach his shoulders. You swallowed and allowed him to lead you through a set of doors to his bed-chamber. 
Your trunk already sat within the room, and you carefully sifted through the contents, horrified to find only strappy silk nightdresses inside. He sat on the bed facing away from you as he began to undress, and you quickly took the opportunity to change and slide under the heavy layers of covers and furs. Once he felt you settle, he slipped under the covers to join you. You both awkwardly lay on your backs looking up at the ceiling, and you shifted slightly, your hand brushing against his accidentally. He turned to face you in response, scanning his eyes over the jewellery that accentuated the slight point of your ears; you could feel his gaze, and you tensed slightly. "I may be King but I do not rule with the harsh iron fist of my father. You can relax. I won't hurt you. Well, unless you hurt me." A small smile crept up his face, and you allowed yourself to turn to face him, looking into his red eyes. 
From what you could sense, he didn't seem to be lying, and the crimson glow in your eyes faded to their usual soft pink. "Your eyes are very expressive, quite the tell," he remarked, and you blushed yet again at his words. "You're not what I expected. The formidable King of Jotunheim." You worried you had spoken out of turn, and the words hung in the air as your eyes frantically searched over his face for a shift in his expression. "You'd do well to not share that information. I can read a room, do not underestimate my ability or intelligence. There is a time and a place for harsh judgement and decision making." You swallowed at his response, the realisation sinking in that you were lying next to a King. A King that had allowed you into his private rooms, albeit with a bit of manhandling. You began to imagine how he could possibly come across the way he had been described. He seemed... charming. 
"I see you may have been underestimated. How foolish they are to not regard you as a crowning jewel of Alfheim, handing you over so thoughtlessly" he softly says as he reaches up to touch your cheek. You inhale sharply, his touch cool but relieving; you had begun to grow warm under the many layers of bedding. You can't help but lean into his hand slightly. You feel warm and comforting under his touch, and he shuffles slightly closer to you, wanting to feel more of your heat against his cool skin. He was extremely perceptive. You were surprised to find comfort in his words; you had been underestimated, sold short, and handed off to a stranger the second you arrived. "I don't think I've been handed the worst card I could have been dealt," you whispered, smiling at him. He returned the smile and brought his face closer to yours. You looked into his eyes, questioning his next move, and he closes the gap, connecting his lips to yours. You find yourself returning the kiss, exploring the cool sensation of his skin against the warmth of your own. The contrast is new, exciting even, and your kiss intensifies as your eyes close, lost in the closeness. 
You don't recall falling asleep, but awake several hours later, unsure of the time. You find yourself resting your head on his cool muscular chest, with your arm and leg carelessly draped over him. You are embarrassed by your unconscious actions and carefully begin to withdraw from him, feeling improper given your meeting only yesterday. He stirs slightly as you begin to move your leg away, and an 'Mmm" cleaves his mouth as you slide the warm skin of your thigh over his body. You freeze, watching him with wide eyes, and pray to the gods he doesn't wake. His eyes remain closed, and you slowly exhale the breath you didn't know you were holding, continuing to slowly slink away from him. Until his hand firmly grips your thigh, holding it in place. You cringe and feel your face become heated under his touch. He rubs slow circles into your skin with his thumb, and the feelings it stirs in the pit of your stomach surprise you. 
"I'm sorry," you whisper, continuing to move your thigh away from him, and retreat to your side of the bed. He groans at the loss of your warm body, and begins to reach his hands out towards you, firmly grasping your waist and dragging you back next to him. He turns, his jaw now resting atop your head, and you are anything but relaxed as your face meets his chest. He is so impossibly close, and you feel a firmness press against your thigh. You hope it's his knee, and you flush as your thoughts drift to other possibilities. ".... Loki?" you mumble against him, and you feel his body tense as he is roused from his sleep. "Hmm?" he asks, his voice deep and raspy, and he is clearly still half lost in a dream. 
"You're... crushing me," you manage to speak, your body automatically becoming much warmer in response to his vice grip that is restricting your breath slightly. He doesn't let go, and your temperature continues to rise at his failure to release you until you begin to burn the pads of his fingertips. He quickly pulls away from you, opening his eyes to meet the red glow of yours. You lift your hand to wipe the layer of sweat that has now formed on your brow. "Oh, I'm sorry," he says, still keeping his gaze on you as he yawns. You'd expected a little more of an apology for his actions, and your eyes remain saturated with magic as you now glare at him. He lets out a soft laugh, and you feel your anger building as he laughs at you. He now looks confused, "I assure you I meant no harm, I was asleep, I apologise if it was a little too close for your comfort." You turn over away from him, annoyed, but feel his eyes boring into the back of your head, deep in thought. 
You don't receive a further apology, and you feel him pull the covers away from his body as he sits up, shifting to place his feet on the floor as he wakes fully. You curl into a tighter ball, pulling the blankets around you further. "May I ask exactly why you were asked to join the trip?" he asks, still facing away from you. You are surprised by the question, and take a moment to contemplate his motives before you answer. "Well, my magic... to protect them should anything go awry." "Ah" he responds, "Pretty foolish to cast you off the second you arrive then." He's right; it was foolish to do so. You feel the mattress rise as he stands, and he wanders out of the room, giving no hint to where he is going. 
King Loki returns to the room a short while later, changed into a fresh set of clothes, though his hair is slightly damp. You smell honey and mint waft through the air toward you. He's bathed, and you allow yourself to inhale the heady aroma as you sit up in bed to watch his movements as he readied for the day. You'd not noted the silver crown that sat on the bedside table last night and watch as he lifts it atop his head, silver horns glinting in the dim room. "You look very commanding," you say, surprised by your boldness as your words slip from your mouth. He grins and parts his mouth slightly, as if to speak, but instead runs his tongue across his upper molars as he takes in your words. You wish you could disappear into the pillows that sat behind you at his reaction. He laughs softly, "Well, I am King darling." Your flush spreads further, creeping further up from your neck, across your face. "I should ready myself, the discussions must be starting soo-" he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence. "That won't be necessary, take your time, you are not required to join the discussions today." Oh. You hadn't expected to be discluded from the talks, but it made sense now you had been handed over to Jotunheim, and you watched as he strolled out the room, hearing the doors close behind him. 
You lay back into the pillows, lost at what to do. He hadn't advised exactly how long these discussions would be, and you imagined your hours of mindless solitude, trapped within the walls of his rooms. You sighed heavily as you hauled yourself from the heavy covers, hoping he had left something edible. You were starving after not eating the night prior, and were pleased to be greeted by the savoury aroma of a stew that sat on the same silver tray as last night near the fireplace. You carefully assessed the strange root vegetables it contained, but they tasted pleasant, and you quickly finished the bowl. Your mind drifted to the fragrance he had left in the bedroom, and you wandered through an unknown set of doors, hoping it was a bathroom. It felt strange to wander through the King's private quarters; you felt like you were intruding, but you longed to soak away the stress of the day prior in the vast bath. 
You carefully scanned your eyes over the bottles that lined the edge of the bath, opening a select few to inhale their fragrance, searching for the one he had used earlier that morning. You finally found it, and poured the thick liquid into your hand, slathering it over your body, basking in his fragrance. You closed your eyes, focusing on the aroma, and your mind dragged you back to the bedroom. You contemplated this morning, and what would have happened if he had kept you held against his hard member. Your soapy hand creeps down your body, from your breast to your stomach, and you slowly reach towards your core. Ouch! The pain jolts you back to reality, and you glare down at your outstretched hand, frustrated at the inability to relieve yourself. You thought the chastity enchantment would have been removed the second you were handed over to the King, that was why you had been given to him, right? It should only have remained while in servitude to the elders, an annoying sacrifice to ensure your focus is kept on protection, not self-satisfaction. You frustratedly rinse your body and quickly leave the comfort of the warm bath. 
You are still laying undressed in the bed when the King returns a few hours later, your mind completely lost in thinking about how to remove the enchantment. Your magic failed to counteract it, the invisible shield over our core would not budge, and your fingertips ached from the continued zaps as you resorted to physical force to try and pry it from you. It was fruitless, it wouldn't budge with your magic, and it certainly wasn't going to be removed by your desperate hands. When the door to the bedroom is flung open, you jump in surprise, entirely embarrassed you lost track of time, fixated only on relief. He stiffens, his face has a slightly confused expression as he looks over you, trying to figure out what you had been doing for such a heavy fragrance of arousal to be lingering in the air. You furiously blush, unable to meet his eye line; this is now beyond embarrassing. 
"I... the... I'm afraid the-" his voice waivers, he's struggling to think straight and you allow yourself to finally look at him. It's delightful to watch him fail to string a coherent sentence together, and this isn't aiding your day-long frustration at all. His gaze intensifies as he identifies the need in your eyes, and he desperately moves closer to you with just a few intent strides. He grasps the heavy covers and pulls them away from your body with ease, completely exposing your body to him. He drinks you in; the rapid movements of your flushed chest, your full breasts, and your glittering slick core. "Glorious" he mutters under his breath, and he pounces on top of you, his weight restricting your breath slightly as he hungrily devours the soft skin of your collarbone, before moving up to your neck. You moan against his contact and pull him closer, and he drags his mouth away from your neck to kiss you with fervour, his cold tongue dancing with yours as you both become lost in heady arousal. 
The King drags your hips towards him, your thighs opening further to accommodate his broad torso. The cool skin of his now bare chest is teasing your nipples in just the right way, and he can feel them harden beneath him, pressed tightly against him. "I need to have you, I can't, I can't think straight. You've been a distraction to my mind all day." You moan at his words, he's won you over entirely, and you want nothing more than to find out exactly how impressive his cock must be if his large hands are anything to go by. His hand wanders between your thighs, but instead of providing relief to your desperately tightly wound arousal, he hisses in pain, quickly pulling his hand away. 
He lifts his body away from yours slightly, moving back from your parted thighs to drink in the sight of your core. He can see every detail; the engorged bud of your clitoris, your wet entrance, and the shimmering veil of magic that inflicted pain upon him. His brow furrows, unable to comprehend why you would do such a thing. "A trick, what are you doing, remove it!" he angrily says to you, and you hold your breath, slightly afraid of his reaction and assumption this was your doing. His eyes are dangerous, and he glares into yours as he awaits an answer. "I. I can't, I'm sorry, it's not me. The elders - it's, it's a requirement for servitude. To focus on protection. So we aren't distracted." His mind quickly directs his malice towards the dignitaries and the elders. How clever they are to have dangled such a tantalising woman in front of him, keeping his mind distracted from the day's discussions as the treaty is formed. His anger grows, but not towards you, and he consciously softens his expression as he looks down on you. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you." You inhale, desperately taking in air.
"May I try to remove it?" he asks, his tone now far more gentle. He hovers his large hand just a few centimetres from your spread core, and every fibre of your being begs he is successful. You nod, and he begins. The reflection of the light radiating from his hand glitters in his eyes as he intently focuses, droplets of sweat now forming on his brow from his mental battle to counteract the magic. The light intensifies, now flickering, and the most intense jolt yet tears through your core. You yelp at the agonising sensation and he quickly retreats his hand, the concern now visible on his face as he watches a tear escape the corner of your eye, your lower lip wobbling. "I'm sorry, this is so stupid, this is my fault. I didn't know!" you cry, and he shifts to lay at the side of you. With your bodies now disconnected, he reaches his hand up to gently cup your face, ensuring your eyes are looking into his own as he speaks to you. "My dear, this is not your fault. I swear to you, I will find a way to resolve this... obstacle... without causing you any harm". You turn to face him, a small laugh escaping your mouth, attempting to hide your feelings of disappointing him, and he connects his lips to yours, gently kissing you, and your eyes flutter shut to return the kiss. 
To Be Continued... 
Don't hate me, I thought the sense of frustration would really be accentuated by waiting for a Part 2...
*Update* 16/06/2022 - Part 2 is up and can be found here!*
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michelleleewise · 1 year
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Long Live The King
Pairing: King Jotun!Loki x Asgardian F!reader
Warnings: Some dark themes ahead (mild, and not in detail), minor smut in the start, not graphic, swearing, plotting, forced imprisonment, language (use of whore), minor character death (deserved), attempted assault (not graphic or in detail), political subterfuge
Summary: Loki decides to soften his approach with you as danger lurks just out of site.....
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Part three--Part four-
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Loki reached down, lacing his fingers through the woman's hair pulling her head back as he snapped his hips into her. "Mm...loooki..." She moaned, pushing her hips back against him as he rutted into her. He hadn't planned on bedding her again, he had had his fun but that woman, that..... asgardian frustrated him so, he needed release and returning to his chambers finding her naked upon his bed how could he deny her "Harder Loki!..aahh..." She groaned. He gripped her hair tighter making her cry out "you will get what i give you." He growled thrusting into her hard. "If you are going to come I would do it soon." He groaned gripping her hip feeling his release building. "B..but loki...." She whined trying to turn her head when he pushed her head down.
He felt her walls flutter around him as he pulled out, stroking himself to completion, his seed dripping down her thighs onto the sheets. He sighed, closing his eyes he released her head laying down looking up at the ceiling. "That was amazing Loki." She smiled laying down, her voice grating his nerves. "Yes...I am." He said looking over at her "You may go, I have no more use for you." He said as she stared at him. "B..but i.." she started when he sat up "I have been sated, now go." He said slipping his robe on walking to the sitting room. Stoking the fire he felt her arms wrap around him from behind. He grabbed her wrists turning around "either you go, or I can have you put in a cell next to my asgardian, i am gathering quite the collection of trophies." He smiled "what say you....princess." He sneered pushing her hands away.
"I will not be treated this way, I am a noble!" She yelled "yes, a noble who came to me as a wanton whore needing my cock." He sneered feeling the sting of her hand on his cheek. He turned his head looking down at her taking a step toward her "leave now...while I still allow it." He growled through clenched teeth. She huffed before going to his doors, slamming them behind her as she left. He rubbed his hand across his cheek as he walked to his desk picking up the scroll he found in your belongings, sitting down reading it again. He knew there was more to this, it wasn't feasible for one woman to take down the allfather on her own. He needed to get to the bottom of it, but you were stubborn and head strong. He would need to approach this a different way.
You heard voices In the distance, cracking your eyes open you didn't see anyone but you couldn't turn your head. "How long do you think they'll be here?" You heard someone ask "I'm not sure, I know their princess is having a good time." You heard another as they both laughed. "Her reputation does proceed her, and we all know the kings appetites." The one said when you heard footsteps coming up behind you. "Speaking of appetites." One growled when you felt something cold on your back "the king will have your head, he has ordered her to be left alone." The other said, feeling the cold begin to move down your back you used all your strength to pull your arms out, the ice encasing you not budging "this can't be happening." You said to yourself feeling your eyes sting.
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"The king is too busy with his whore." The other said, gasping when the cold hit your bare skin at the hem of your pants "besides, how will he know?" The other growled. "You will likely split her in half, thats how." The other said feeling two large hands on your hips you dug your nails into your palms, kicking your legs out behind you "Mm she's fiesty..let's see how long that lasts." He sneered. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for what was to come when the cold was suddenly ripped off you, your eyes flying open hearing a gurgling sound. You shifted on your feet trying to pull yourself free when a hand pressed to your back "calm yourself asgardian." You heard Loki's voice from behind you, and as much as you hate it it calmed you.
You felt the ice crack around you as it gave way, an arm snaking around your middle holding you up as your body slumped. "Take her to my chambers by the fire and leave." You heard Loki growl when another guard hauled you over his shoulder. You tilted your head up seeing one of the giants sprawled on the floor, red pouring from his neck as the other stood with his head down when your eyes met Loki's. You shivered seeing the anger in his expression, your eyes traveled down seeing the dagger in his hand, red dripping from the tip as he pointed it to the other giant before you were carried out into the hall. You let your head lull, your eyes closing with the rocking of the guards steps when he came to a stop, a door opening as you were brought into the familiar room.
He placed a hand on your back, slowly setting you down next to the fire, hooking the chains onto the ring in the floor. He stood clearing his throat "the king will be with you shortly." He said walking to the door. You stared into the fire, leaning against the hearth feeling your eyes grow heavy with the warmth. You heard the chamber door gently click shut as you laid all the way down on your side, watching the embers glow. "Heimdall...please...." you tried, your voice strained with your dry throat. The only sound the cracking of the fire when you felt a single tear stream across your face into your hair, you didn't know how much more you could endure. You wished you still had the bottle odin had given you, atleast then you would be free.
You slowly opened your eyes, the fire still burning bright making you squint. You shifted to your back feeling a fur wrapped around you. "Ah, there you are." You heard, tilting your head seeing Loki sat in his chair, one leg crossed over the other watching you. "You have been asleep for some time, I was afraid you may not wake." He said putting his foot down. "I have brought you sustenance, If you wish to survive this you need to eat." He said pointing to the small table next to you. You slowly sat up, tossing the fur aside leaning against the wall "I must apologize for my subordinates behavior, he has been....dealt with." He said leaning forward watching you. You looked to the plate of food, your stomach churning at the site "and If I do not." You croaked, your voice hoarse "I realize you are a warrior, bred and trained for battle....but do you truly wish to meet your glorious end due to starvation?" He asked not taking his eyes off of you.
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You looked down, fidgeting with the hem of your tunic "why.." you whispered into the room "why what?" He asked standing up walking towards you. You looked up, seeing him towering over you "why am I still alive?" You asked, watching him crouch down in front of you "you...my dear, are more valuable then you believe." He said smiling. "There is a plan, sabotage if you will...and I will uncover it." He said grabbing the plate of foot holding it out to you "and I belive you and I could be of use to eachother." He said. You looked into his eyes, the crimson shining bright in the fire. You reached out taking the plate from him as he sat down in front of you. "After what transpired today, you will stay here with me, so I can keep an eye on you" he said, handing you a cup of water from the table.
"Are you not afraid I will kill you in your sleep." You growled looking up at him. "If I was, you would not still be alive." He said smirking. You brought the cup to your lips, the cool water hitting your throat making you moan as you downed it. "I must admit I wouldn't mind hearing that sound again." He purred. "I would rather die...monster." You snapped slamming the cup down hearing him laugh "we shall see how long your resolve lasts." He said winking. He stood abruptly, walking back to his desk, you took in his tall frame, his broad shoulders flexing under his dark green tunic. The way his long hair cascaded down his back. He wasn't like the other giants, though you were loath to admit it he was...beautiful.
He turned to the side, reading over some papers as you looked at his profile. His sharp cheek bones, the ridges that traveled his skin. He was smaller then the others but no less powerful. "I will have some clothes brought for you, and if you behave maybe I can arrange a bath..would you like that?" He asked snapping you out of your trance "umm..i..sure." You shrugged looking down. You heard him walk back to you, his boots coming into your vision as he crouched down again. You felt his cold fingers under your chin lifting your head to look at him "you know, you are quite pretty....for an asgardian." He smiled. You jerked your head away looking back down hearing him laugh "I will return shortly." He said standing walking to the door. You released the breath you were holding hearing the door click shut, quickly diving into the food he had left. You had to find a way out....and soon.
The woman pushed away from Loki's chambers, fuming as she made her way to the guest chambers. She was on a time limit and it was running out. She walked in, slamming the door seeing a piece of paper on the floor. "We will be traveling back to Vanahiem in seven days time. Make sure you are ready." She read, crumbling the note she threw it into the fire. "Dammit!" She yelled kicking over the chair at her desk. She was afraid this would happen, the king had a reputation for being cold and heartless, but she hoped she would be able to bend him to her will as she had with so many others...but he would not relent.
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She stormed into her room, sitting on the bed she closed her eyes focusing her energy on where she needed to go. She opened her eyes, the bright gold of the room blinding her. "Ah, Ostara..what do I owe the pleasure?" She heard, turning to the dais "your plan is not working, everything is falling apart." She said storming to the bottom of the steps. "Well, then you know what you must do." He said standing up. "I don't know if the spell will work, he is stubborn and he has become vexed with...her." She snapped crossing her arms. "You are one of the most powerful sorceresses on Vanahiem, and your worried about a soldier." He asked laughing. "You do not see the way he looks at her, talks about her" She snapped.
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"Then end her." He said walking down the steps to her. "I sent a small vial of poison with with her, it is most likely with her belongings." He said "all you must do is slip it into her drink." He continued. "Everything must be on schedule, since she failed you must proceed." He said circling her "Marry the king and slaughter him as he sleeps. You as the queen, and no heirs to the throne will ascend to rule, Jotunhiem will finally be under my rule." He said smiling. "Our rule." She said looking at him. "You will still answer to me." He growled stepping towards her "now go, we are running out if time." He said waving his hand. "Yes...allfather." She said tilting her head. She closed her eyes, opening them seeing the walls of the guest chambers. She got up, grabbing her book from the table sitting down, smiling when she found what she was looking for.
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lokisam83 · 15 days
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WIP Jotun Loki
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Draw hair by hair takes me forever... I hope it will worth it
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nostalgia-tblr · 4 months
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i think the problems in the first thor movie really started in that flashback scene where odin explains that he has two sons but only one throne and then he smiles at them and hands each of them a sword and says "you know what you have to do, boys"
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foedhrass · 4 months
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I've finally watched the second season of Loki and I like that he finally got a nice outfit again in the end. Took them a while (even though I appreciate Tom Hiddleston in a suit, I very much prefer Loki in real Loki outfits).
I might even feel like cosplaying him again. Not necessarily in the design from the show but generally.
Til then, this is definitely my favorite photo of my favourite cosplay of him.
The design is a mix from art book designs and my own ideas.
Photo : Sebastian Buschmann
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icedgarlic · 5 months
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im having a stroke trying to understand marvel comics
like after Agent of Asgard there's a bunch of stuff I missed? I just got a few issues of Loki (2023-present) and I'm reading the stuff inbetween too. Like in Thor #24 (2020) there's a part directly after AoA. But then he goes to Defenders? Which is why he's not the same as Loki (2019).
Reddit says that Loki (2019) and Loki from Agent of Asgard-Defenders: Beyond aren't the same??? LIKE WHAT IS GOING ON. The whole universe reset thing from Secret Invasion (2015 i think) is confusing me bruh (which i also haven't read and im not gonna)
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justarandomgirly · 2 years
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teamodinson · 2 years
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King Loki of Jotunheim
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jonquilclegane · 2 years
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Jotun Loki and Sigyn <3
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While MCU!Loki and TVA!Loki are suffering, guess who’s the HAPPIEST of them all? Jotun!Loki’s cheeky smile is everything :p 
Thank you to @skeleton-dream-demon for this very cute and lovely and adorable art <3
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chokemedaddyloki · 1 year
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It's giving Prince of Asgard AND Prince Charming 👑
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worstloki · 1 year
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I'll give u a hundred if u let me in on the secret abt fans thinking thor and loki didn't act like siblings before ragnarok
well you see, siblings have got to be willing to harm each other a little, otherwise it doesn't count.
#idk man idk how anyone can claim that#ragnarok made them generic siblings#brodinsons are about loki wanting thor to get more time before he becomes king and prove he's arrogant without actually going to jotunheim#they're about thor not thinking that his behaviour hurts loki and accepting loki is king and not wanting to fight him even at the end#you can say thor and loki fight but you can also clearly say that they don't WANT to harm each other even if that's exactly what they want#they'll do it but they won't do it willingly yk#not even like. a little.#loki orchestrates the whole coronation going to jotunheim thing but doesn't intend thor to actually get a punishment or start a fight. like#thor's apathetic @ loki and shows no sympathy in TDW but he doesn't want his brother hurt and he doesn't want him dead#and vice versa???? like even when they hurt each other there's no ill intent or genuine malice there#Loki's bitter and all but he doesn't point out Thor's faults TO Thor ??? except when he's hurt and unstable himself??? ???#he criticizes Odin and Thor's behaviour a few times in TDW but not to THOR's face yk?#Loki gets the throne in TDW and lets Thor go on his way when he doesn't accept the throne like#there is no ''i want him dead'' or ''i want him in pain'' or ''wouldn't it be funny if i humiliated him''#besides when they're hurt and feel there's no other choice and even then it's more a case of ''i want to understand what's going on w/ u''#usually siblings are ready to hurt each other A BIT at least#like you can safely say Thor didn't expect Loki to get hurt on Jotunheim and Loki didn't expect he could actually kill Thor#it's not a case of Shuri getting T'Challa to punch the new suit just to mess with him or Nebula and Gamora's status quo of death fighting#it's flat out 'no i don't want to hurt this person and if i do it's because i have to'#my assumption from jokes and stuff is that people think that's unrealistic#instead of the sibling rivalry thing being used as a gag where Loki stabs Thor for fun and Thor is ready to electrocute his brother
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britishserpent · 2 years
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The King of Jotunheim, Part 2 (Loki One Shot - Smut)
Part 1 can be found HERE.
Author's Note 
18+, Sexual Content
Smut central - you have been warned.
Loki x Female 
4.4K words
It's finally complete, I hope Part 2 lives up to the first instalment. I certainly enjoyed both writing and reading over it - repeatedly.
I really love this story, and hope you do too!
Grab a drink, as you may get thirsty reading this one.
Everything is under the cut - definitely NSFW.
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Images from Pinterest / Artbreeder - if you know the original creators please let me know so I can tag!
The King's embrace within the confines of the bed proved challenging. Kisses quickly intensified and your hands roamed over one another's skin, desperately searching for relief from the arousal that crackled in the air around you. The muscular contours of his chest guided your hand downwards, teasingly trailing over his stomach, and finally meeting the waistband of his trousers. He groaned into your mouth as you dragged your hand over his constrained member, and it twitched under your touch. You grinned as you pulled at one of the laces, and he tore his hands away from your body to eagerly assist you. His erection sprung out against your stomach, and you let out a moan as you felt him against your skin. He looked into your eyes as you teasingly trailed your hand up to his now exposed thigh. His panting was delightful, and you hesitated a moment to drink in his desperation. Unable to resist any longer, your lips met his as you clasped around his girth. 
You tore your mouth from his and screamed as you let go of him. The jolt had radiated from your hand and centred itself between your legs. He watched in horror as you struggled to breathe, the air completely knocked out of your lungs. He grabbed your hand and raised it upwards, surveying for any external sign of damage, and guilt settled in the pit of his stomach when he saw the redness of your palm. "This is impossible" you cried, laying back into the pillows, "Did I hurt you?!" You looked at him with wide eyes at the realisation he could have taken the jolt directly to his manhood. He kissed your head and ran his fingers through your hair as he assured you had not inflicted any pain, and drew you close to him again, holding you in his arms. 
You both eventually gave in to hunger and separated from your embrace, resigning to the fact a solution to your problem would not be found tonight. Dinner was served in an intimate setting in front of the fireplace. Though the King requested you remain nude to dine with him, he finally gave in to your refusal, allowing you to wear a chemise of his choosing. He watched you with hungry eyes as you slipped it over your head, drinking in the curves of your body as the fabric hugged your frame. As you both finished dessert, he noted the heaviness in your eyes as you struggled to continue the conversation with him, and allowed you to retreat to bed without him, knowing you needed your rest. His hands dug into the wooden arms of his chair as he waited for the bedroom door to click shut. The firelight had cast tempting shadows over your body during the meal, and he hadn't been able to shake the mental image of you throwing your head back as you sat astride him, fucking him mercilessly. He groaned as he gave in to desire and unlaced his trousers, taking himself in his hand. Each stroke matched the pace of your movements in his mind as you rode him, and he quickly hurtled towards release. An image of you screaming flashed through his mind, and the build-up of his orgasm was halted in its tracks. He released his grip and slammed his hand on the table in frustration. He had given in so easily to arousal when you were unable to. He needed to fix this.
You awoke in an empty bed. His side remained untouched, and you reached out to run your hand over the furs that should be covering his sleeping body. Your thoughts of his whereabouts were halted by the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor in the other room, and you tentatively pulled the covers away to sit upright. You strained to hear any further sounds and finally dragged yourself from the bed to approach the doors to investigate further. You heard a harsh thud as you reached out for the handle, and peeked your eye through a small opening, not wanting to reveal your presence should there be an intruder. Your heart rate instantly increased as you saw the King pinning one of the older dignitaries against the wall. He towered over him, one hand harshly gripping his throat, and the other threateningly held a silver dagger against his cheek. The dignitary struggled under the vice grip, spluttering and helplessly squirming. "I will not hesitate to carve your eye out of your skull. Tell me!" The King's voice had an unsettling edge, and a cold shiver ran over your body as you watched on.
You automatically readied your magic but hesitated to act, as conflicting thoughts of where your alliance now lay ran through your mind. You had been willingly handed over to Jotunheim, and it seemed unwise to openly act against the King. The dignitary was unable to respond; the life was quickly being choked out of him. You released a breath you didn't know you were holding when he was finally released, relieved at the sound of ragged breaths being drawn from his oxygen-deprived lungs. His hands were shaking, and he looked absolutely terrified as he looked up at the King. "The... enchantment... will be released... once the treaty is signed." He struggled to force the sentence from his throat, his voice weak and strained. This was clearly not the answer the King wanted to hear, and he placed the dagger against his throat in response. It dug into the skin of his neck, wordlessly requesting an alternative solution that didn't come. A small trickle of blood now ran down the dignitaries neck as the dagger continued to press against him. "And if I refuse?" the King's voice dripped with rage as he pressed the dignitary further. "I swear, King Loki, it is the only way. Please." The King slowly withdrew the blade and began to turn away.
You carefully closed the door as he turned, not wanting him to know you had witnessed his actions. The sound of your pulse thundered in your ears as you crawled back into bed and dragged the covers around yourself as you attempted to process everything. You had certainly been taken aback to see him act in such a manner, but in a twisted way, it was for the benefit of the both of you. He had given you a view into just how frustrated he was, how badly he wanted you, and you were surprised to find your feelings melt into arousal. He entered the room a short while later, and you pretended to stir from sleep, squinting as light flooded into the bedroom. "What time is it?" you asked as you felt his weight settle on the edge of the bed. "A little after 10, I'm sorry, I need to go." You reached out to grab his arm before he stood and moved behind him, trailing kisses down his neck, and he groaned under your touch. "You didn't come to bed," you whispered against his skin, and he sighed as he reluctantly pulled away from you to stand. "I fell asleep in front of the fire. I really must go." He readjusted his trousers before he moved to head towards the door, and you fell back into the bed, frustrated at the prospect of spending another day in his rooms, alone. 
Although he had not slept with you, his scent lingered in the fabric you had dragged around yourself, and you reluctantly peeled it away. Your mind was beginning to wander yet again, and you didn't want to begin your day with another frustrating jolt. As you left the bedroom, a maid was placing breakfast down for you in the expected spot, and you smiled at her. She turned to leave, and you quickly scanned over her, desperate for conversation to distract your thoughts. "I- I like your hair, the braids are expertly crafted, the ladies of Alfheim would be jealous." She raised a hand to her head as she turned back around, patting her braids under her fingertips, and she dipped into a curtsy. "Thank you, my lady. I had some extra time this morning." You continued to smile at her, taking in the contentment in her eyes at the compliment. "I could- I could aid you in dressing this morning, and I could braid your hair. After breakfast. If you would like that?" 
Her offer was graciously accepted, and following breakfast she returned as promised, holding the dress you had arrived in. It lay neatly folded over her arm, freshly laundered, and you blushed as she assisted you to dress. This was something normally reserved for the ladies of higher status on Alfheim, and the extra set of hands lacing you into the fabric felt foreign. She asked you to sit near the fireplace once you were dressed; you were a little too tall for her to reach the top of your head easily whilst standing. As she ran her hands through your hair, you melted under her comforting touch. Memories of your childhood resurfaced, and you were taken back to how your mother would help you prepare for the day ahead before you left to complete your training. She tentatively dipped her hand into the pocket of her dress to retrieve a handful of glass beads. They had varying shades of blue, and you grinned as she showed them to you, enthusiastically agreeing to their inclusion. She made quick work of braiding your hair in two individual braids that framed your head like a crown. They entwined at the back of your head to form one larger braid, leaving the rest of your hair to flow freely under it. You were quick to compliment her work, her fingers had made quick work of the style, and you realised her presence would soon be lost, leaving you alone in the rooms again. 
"If you are allowed, could you escort me around the palace today? I have only seen the inside of these rooms since my arrival. Only if your duties allow. I do not want to impose." You looked down at your hands as you awaited her refusal. "I would be honoured to show you around, my lady." You turned around to look into her eyes with a grin, and she shied away from your gratefulness. "If we are to leave the rooms, I should - I apologise for my presumption. But others will see the braids. You should be aware of their meaning." You quizically tilted your head at her, and she proceeded to explain the symbolism of the two braids meeting into one representing your marital status; courting, unavailable for anyone to pursue, but not yet married. You blushed yet again and assured her that her thoughtfulness was understood. If anything you appreciated the visual display of your entanglement with the King; to be viewed by others as someone he was courting, and not gifted, locked away in his rooms without free will. She dipped into another curtsy and bowed her head; "Thank you, my lady. I will be happy to assist you in preparing for the day during your time here."
The guards surveyed you carefully as you left the rooms for the first time since your arrival, and you heard her whisper "It is the King's wishes, she is free to leave" as you proceed ahead of her. Although more modestly sized than the palace of Alfheim, each alcove had a new treasure to behold. Intricate stone carvings depicted Laufey's battles, and you paused to take in one of him placing a foot on the chest of a young boy, pushing him into the ground. You saw a likeness in the boy's face you recognised, and turned from where you stood still to look at the maid questioningly. "King Loki... had to earn his place at King Laufey's side." A sadness settled inside your heart; he had not spoken of his upbringing to you, and your thoughts drifted to the loneliness and torment he must have experienced as a child. You both continued down the long hallway and passed the slightly ajar rooms of the throne room. Your breath hitched as you heard the King's voice, and you allowed the maid to walk ahead of you as you paused to peek through. A long table had been placed in the centre of the room, and the King sat with his hand brought up to touch his brow, as he attempted to soothe his troubled mind. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms, and the dignitaries continued to drone on about their refusal of a particular term in the treaty. He glanced upwards towards the doors, sensing a presence, and met your eyes. You blushed, he had caught you out peeking through the doors this time, and you hastily bowed your head in acknowledgement. A sly grin spread across his face as he looked at you, and as you turned to leave you didn't see his reaction to your braids; the loving gaze that softened his features. He removed his hand from his brow and formed it into a fist, slamming it on the table as he roared; "I will keep you all here without food nor sleep until this matter is settled!" The dignitaries flinched, all too aware of the lengths the King was willing to go to attain what he wanted, and they plunged back into stumbling discussion on how to resolve the remaining matter. 
The maid led you towards an area you had not seen before; the palace courtyard. A deep blue stone fountain sat in the centre, splashing water that reflected brilliant sapphire. You approached it and took in the jewel tones with awe. "It is very beautiful, I often sit here to contemplate," the maid shyly revealed to you and you smiled back at her, "I've never seen water such a brilliant colour." Your eyes were dragged to the archways surrounding the courtyard, and you were saddened to see limp vines clinging to them, ready to give up on life entirely. The maid carefully watched you as you approached them and lifted your hand to touch the near-lifeless leaves. "There is not enough sunlight to keep them alive. They have been replaced several times, but they always perish." A glow of red light left your fingertips as you allowed your magic to flow across the vines, and they flourished under your touch, blossoming with newfound vigour. You plucked one of the Morning Glory flowers, unsurprised to see the deep blue petals decorated with veins of purple that complimented the scenery of the realm. The maid looked down in awe as you handed it to her, "I did not know you possessed such magic, my lady." You didn't answer her and instead took in the joy in her eyes at your simple action. 
The hours quickly drifted by as you continued your tour, there had been far more to see inside the palace than you had expected, and every nook and cranny had something wonderful to behold. You were eventually led back to the rooms, and you thanked the maid for the time she had spent with you today. "I apologise, I did not ask your name." She smiled at you, "Thyra, my lady," she replied, and you nodded your head at her graciousness. "Thank you for today, Thyra. I shall see you tomorrow. I would appreciate your assistance in the morning." She gave a final curtsy before she turned to leave, the doors clicking shut behind her, leaving you once again in the empty rooms. You had a sense of contentment from your day; you had explored the place the King spent his days within, and you ran your hand over the space next to you as you drifted into thought, and eventually sleep. 
You awoke startled and disorientated at the sound of the bedroom doors being flung open some hours later, and you blinked through the darkness, trying to focus your sleepy gaze. You saw the silver glint of his horns as he moved through the darkened room towards you, and you let out a relieved sigh to see the King had returned without a maimed dignitary in tow. He spoke to you as he placed his crown down on the bedside table, "I am sorry to wake you. It is done, the treaty is signed." He groaned as he sat on the bed to remove his boots and began to undress for bed. You quickly sat up at his words. "It took longer than expected," he sighed as he lay back, dragging the covers around himself, and turned to face you. You gave him a sad smile, "I hope you did not sign with haste." He gazed at you with now questioning eyes, and you wanted to shrink away at your slip. "I'm sorry. I- I caught a glimpse of your conversation last night. I did not intend to intrude." His brow furrowed at the realisation you had witnessed his desperation and anger, and he felt guilty for revealing such a side of himself to you. You lifted your hand to gently cup his face, "I only looked as I heard a noise that woke me. I saw only passion and desire in your actions, you have a kind heart, Loki." He softened under your touch and moved his arms to drag you closer to him. "I still apologise for my actions. For my desperation. I did not want to see you suffer." Your lips clashed together as you hungrily devoured one another, and you found yourself melting into his touch, driven by the knowledge no barrier to your passion remained. He pulled you atop him as he rolled onto his back, allowing you to sit astride his torso as you kissed. You dragged your lips away to look down at the King who gazed up at you with lust-filled eyes. 
You pressed your hand against his chest as you sat up, and he watched you with curiosity as you took the lead. You smirked before leaning back in, trailing kisses down the markings on his neck, and he groaned in response to your touch as your body sat on top of him. He was quickly becoming lost in the heady sensations you were providing, and his breath hitched when you sucked on his pulse point, leaving a satisfying bruise; marking him as yours. You shifted to move down further, following the contours of his chest, which flowed into the valleys of his stomach, leading you down towards his wanting member. The covers shifted downwards with you, and you settled between his thighs, taking a moment to drink in the sight of his exposed body and clear arousal. You found answers to the thoughts you had on your arrival at the palace; his markings did indeed continue down his body, with intricate lines connecting on his abdomen, meeting to form a singular darkened ridge that ran across the top of his erection. Your own breath hitched as you took in his size, swallowing down any hesitation as you tentatively wrapped your hand around the base, gently moving it towards your lips. "You - you do not have to" he stuttered, and you grinned up at him, "Oh, I want to." You kept your eyes on him as you took his broad tip into your mouth, the weight of him flattening your tongue, and you carefully watched as he clenched his jaw as you moved down his shaft further, taking him inch by inch into your mouth. Your gaze broke as your head moved closer to his abdomen. He quickly met the back of your throat, and your cheeks ached in response to his girth as you suctioned around him, gliding your tongue over the underside of his length. It was impossible to take him in your mouth entirely without restricting your breath, and you allowed your hand to glide over the remaining inches that were slicken with your saliva. He moaned and let his hand fist the hair at the back of your head, holding you there for a moment until he felt your head shift slightly as you began to move back and forth around him. His moans flowed uncontrollably, and his breath hitched again as you let him slide out of your mouth with a satisfying 'pop'. He tensed at the loss of sensation and groaned into his fisted hand as you teasingly licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, and suctioned once again around his tip, swirling your tongue around the head, allowing your hand to do the rest of the work. He bucked his hips against you, and you allowed your mouth to sink further onto him, praying your gag reflex did not give in as he pushed past the back of your throat this time. His breath was ragged, and you allowed him to guide your head to bob slightly under his hand as he tested your perseverance. Tears escaped from the corner of your eyes from the fullness pressing into the back of your throat, and you shifted to angle yourself better, your nose finally meeting the flesh of his pubic mound. You moaned around him, and he slowly pulled your head back, keeping his grip on your hair as you looked up at him; "You amaze me. I cant - I need - I need to have you." 
You grinned up at him, panting with arousal and desperation, and you crawled back up his body, his cool flesh soothing the flush that had spread across your own. As you now straddled him, you ground your hips down over his cock that sat between your slick folds. He groaned in response, and you tugged the silk of your nightdress over your head. He desperately allowed his hands to wander over your exposed body and cupped your breasts with fervour, teasing your hardened nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, you moved upwards, allowing the tip of his pulsing cock to slip into your wanting core. He held his breath as you slowly lowered yourself onto him, unable to control your moans as inch by inch, he stretched you far beyond what you had accommodated before. He allowed you to take your time, resisting the urge to buck up into you to bottom himself out and bit his lip with a furrowed brow as he clutched at the curve of your hips. You allowed your hips to move, gliding up and down his length, and your wetness grew in response; you wanted him; all of him. Your head fell back as you sunk onto him, taking him completely inside you, and a heady moan of "My King" escaped your lips. 
He drew a ragged breath as he sat up, unable to resist the temptation any longer to take control, and he rolled you over to lay on top of you. You moaned as the weight of his body pinned you down onto the mattress below, his cock teasingly withdrawing from your stretched core. "My Queen" he moaned, as he thrust into you, slamming against the sweet spot nestled deep within you. His lips ferociously met yours as he devoured you with both his tongue and his cock. You moaned into his mouth, feverishly entangling your tongue with his as you lost yourself to the heady chaos. He grabbed your thigh with a forceful hand and dragged it upwards, and his thrusts inside you increased with intensity as your sweet juices dripped down him. His skin hit against yours with a satisfying slap with each movement. "They wanted you to return" he breathily said to you, "But I negotiated a final condition." He continued to fuck you as he spoke, and you desperately tried to prevent yourself from diving over the edge of orgasm as you listened to his words. "That you remain here." He bucked into you again, each thrust becoming more desperate, "If you wish to." He gave into his moan as he bottomed out in you again with a harsh snap of his hips. Your own moan melted into a "Yes, of course, yes" as his pace became frantic, and he pressed his lips against your neck to suck against your pulse point, marking you with his own trail of bruises as he relentlessly brought you to the release you both desperately craved. You locked your legs around him, and he reconnected his lips to yours as he rode you both towards your orgasm. Your toes began to curl as the waves of pleasure engulfed you, almost suffocating you, and you arched your back as everything finally crashed around you. With a desperate final thrust, he buried his length inside you as he filled you with his seed. You continued to kiss as he held himself inside you, completely bottomed out, and your walls clenched around him uncontrollably as you rode through your own high. 
His brow met yours as he slowly pulled out of you, desperately trying to calm his racing pulse and breathlessness. You let out one final moan as he slipped from your tightness, and you raised your hands to cup his face. He moved his head away from you slightly to look into your glassy eyes and grinned with satisfaction, the wait had only sweetened the final connection of your bodies, and you were completely lost to him. "Did you mean it?" he whispered, dragging you from your stupor, and you furrowed your brow quizically at him. "That you'll stay." You grinned, "Of course, I'll stay." He groaned into your mouth as your lips connected following your words. You broke away before you were dragged under the waves of arousal yet again, "But on one condition." He raised a brow at you, awaiting your terms. "I get to fuck you next time." He laughed, "Who am I to deny the wishes of my Queen", and he allowed you to push against him, taking the hint to drag you on top of him as he rolled over, his newfound arousal evident as he pressed against your still wanting core. You could happily spend the rest of your days locked in this room, finding sweet pleasure in one another. "I love you" you whispered, as you sunk down onto his length, and he looked at you in complete awe; the embodiment of his fantasies taking him with confidence, and he groaned as he bucked his hips to match your movement. "And I love you" he whispered between desperately drawn breaths. You felt a cold tingle as his magic placed a heavy crown atop your head, and you sank down onto him, allowing the movements of your hips to thank him for his action. 
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michelleleewise · 1 year
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It's going to be a part 4 to long live to the king
Hiiii!!!! YES!!! in sorry I dropped the ball on our lovely blue boy! I got wrapped up in the proposal and am trying to to do the next part of my vampire Loki fic Eternity........BUT I am planning on returning to Jotunhiem very very soon, I promise!!!! Thanks so much!!!! ❄️💙😁💚
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nostalgia-tblr · 1 year
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nah sorry i've thought about it and odin's "raise lauffey's only biological son as my own = he inherits when laffey dies = jotunheim is mine now/it's free real estate" plan just wouldn't work. it's a shit plan.
sure you can say your younger son is now the king of jotunheim but how are gonna get anyone there to accept that? even if he is now king by the letter of their law, how do you make that population accept his authority? the authority of someone who was raised by their enemy and who must be assumed to be loyal to that enemy. to borrow a phrase "you and whose army?" all you have there is a claim to that kingdom, you still need to make it happen.
whereas "found a baby, it's mine now, keeping forever with no expectation of this ever actually getting me anything else i just heart my new blue son (if ur offerin a 'free jotunheim with purchase' deal i wont say no tho obvs)" doesn't rely on outside events or anyone else's actions and so... it just makes more sense.
what i'm sayin is... i'm sure "ooooh this could be useful, i shall keep it" was a factor in odin's initial adopt-the-baby decision but i don't think it's at all reasonable for him to think it would actually work when the time came to deploy the plan and so no i don't think odin did just keep loki around for imperialism reasons, i think by the time that film is set he must have long since given up on that (other than a vague "well if it happens it happens" at the back of his head) and he really does just love his kid and hasn't told him where he actually came from in case it made him sad.
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nabi16nya · 2 years
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this is the most beautiful thing I have ever draw in my life *screams* like I can't believe I draw this 😭 I almost broke my hand
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this is the original picture I took the idea from I saw it on Pinterest so yeah I don't know who's the owner but he's hella hot 🔥
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If anyone knows him ☝️ you need to send me his location 6😚9
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