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joyful-enchantress · 1 year

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Spring Heat (18+) | Loki x Fem!Reader

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A/N: You help your husband through his yearly heat, which is part of the Jotun mating cycle. He's afraid he might hurt you, but you are determined to stay... I wrote this for @springdandelixn and her Double-Trouble Sleepover! Congratulations, Beanie, my love! I hope you enjoy this little fic that I put together for you 🖤

Genre/Warnings: Jotun mating cycle AU, smut (18+), rough sex, choking, dubcon? (everything is consensual but Loki is not entirely in control of himself), language, light angst, fluff too, filth with feeling, established relationship

Word Count: 3182

The sights and sounds of springtime were all around you as you strolled through the palace grounds —

The busy twittering of birds as they searched for food and fought over tree branches on which to build their nests.

The chattering of squirrels and rabbits and other small animals as they came out of hiding to begin a new season of life.

The rich shade of green returning to the grass in the meadow, speckled with pops of color where wildflowers were beginning to bloom.

Speaking of blooming flowers -- the palace gardens were thriving, and in the next couple of weeks were sure to become a spectacle of color, ranging from delicate pastel hues to bright, vibrant tones. Just in time for the Spring Festival that would be held at the end of the month.

Yes, spring was upon you. Your favorite season. It meant warmer temperatures and sunshine and new life.

But despite all the bright cheerfulness that spring brought with it, for your husband, Loki, it also brought with it a certain darkness.

His heat.

Loki was of Jotun blood; a Frost Giant. And with that heritage came certain Jotun traits, some more easily embraced than others. One such trait that your husband found more loathsome than the rest was the Jotun mating cycle.

Each year since his body matured, around the time of the Spring Equinox, Loki would find himself at the mercy of his primal instincts. Unable to control his animalistic urges to mate, he’d lock himself in his chambers until it would pass.

That is, until you had something to say about it.

When you learned of the agony he endured — both physically and emotionally — locked in his chambers for anywhere from one week to one month until his heat cycle passed, you couldn’t bear it. You had to do something to help, if you could.

You remembered the conversation you’d had with him well. It was shortly after your wedding…

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“Loki, isn’t there anything that would make it easier to endure? Or at least make it come to an end more quickly? I can’t imagine a week of that, let alone a month.”

“Unfortunately, no, darling. There isn’t really anything that can be safely done to help it. The healers can give me an elixir that will suppress it, but I can’t take it every year, or it would lose its effectiveness. And besides, a heat the year after a suppressed heat is always more intense and agonizing.”

Your eyebrow cocked, looking at him with curiosity. “You sound like you’re speaking from experience…?”

He took a deep breath before answering, “Yes, I’ve taken suppressants occasionally in the past. The temptation of a year of reprieve was too great for me to resist at times. But I always found that the following year’s heat was far worse than what is typical. More desperation, more madness, more… pain.”

Your heart broke for him in that moment.

“Why does it last so long, Loki?”

He gave a mirthless chuckle. “It lasts as long as it takes for one of two things to happen. Either it quite literally burns its way out of my system, like a fever that takes weeks to break. Or…”

His voice trailed off, and he looked off into the distance, as if he was searching for his thought amongst the forests and rolling hills.

“Or…?” You gently encouraged him to continue.

Loki let out an exasperated sigh and quietly admitted, “Or… I mate. Breed. Fuck.”

Something about the way he enunciated the hard ‘k’, his Adam’s apple bobbing sinfully as the sound clicked in his throat, had your core throbbing with need and a wave of hot arousal unfolding over your body.

You blinked a few times as you contemplated what he said. “Well that seems easy enough,” you replied cooly, as if you were discussing the weather.

“What…?” He looked at you, perplexed.

“If having a good fuck will bring your agony to an end, then that seems like an easy solution to me. I can help you with that —”

“NO!” His rich baritone voice boomed as it cut you off, dripping with authority, anger, and — was that fear? “You don’t understand, my love. I am not myself when this happens. I lose myself, I lose control. I no longer am capable of keeping up the Asgardian façade; my Jotun form takes over and I am overcome with the primal desire to mate. I lose all regard for decency, I become… a monster. I am a monster.”

“Loki…” you reached a hand up to caress the side of his stupidly beautiful face, running your thumb soothingly along his sharp cheekbone and slotting your palm against his chiseled jaw, which was tightly clenched. A sign of his distress. “I love you, Loki. Let me help you through this.”

“I love you too, darling. More than my life itself. Which is exactly why I can’t let you do this.” He wrapped his large hand around the back of yours and turned his head to the side to tenderly kiss your palm. “It isn’t safe. I could hurt you. Badly.”

“I trust you, Loki. I trust you with my life, no matter what physical form you assume.” The next words you uttered came to you as easily as breathing, “I want to do this. Please. Use me. Use my body to sate your desires and end your own suffering.”

His emerald eyes widened at your words, most likely shocked at how brazen and self-assured they were. But swirling behind the shock was something else. Reverence. Trepidation. And lust.

He slowly swallowed, gathering himself together and collecting his thoughts after you scrambled them with your salacious plea.

“Alright then, darling.” He cautiously relented, his eyes boring into yours, searching for any sign that you were having second thoughts or hints of doubt. “Come springtime, when my next heat cycle is upon me, I’ll let you help me. I’ll let you be the balm that soothes my burning, searing ache.”

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And now, spring was upon you. And any day now, it would be time to make good on your promise to him. For better or worse. You suddenly had a renewed appreciation for the words you spoke in your wedding vows to him, just 8 months ago.

Loki has been warning you for the past few days that his heat is imminent, and could take over at any time. He could feel it; all the warning signs were there. The restlessness. The irritability. The discomfort. Crawling under his skin like an itch he can't scratch. Until it makes him snap.

Each and every time, he asked if you were still sure. He reminded you that you could change your mind, that he didn't expect you to do this. That he'd never expect you to do this. It was entirely your choice.

And each and every time, you stood firm in your decision. You wanted to help him. You would do this.

The sun was beginning to set on your evening stroll, so you altered your route so that it would lead you back towards the private chambers that you shared with Loki. As you approached the hallway which led to your shared door, you could feel a distinct, unseasonal chill in the air.

Was this it? Was tonight the night?

Once you reached the ornate wooden door, you noticed a thin blanket of frost coating the edges of it, as if, behind the door, was the force of winter itself, its icy chill seeping through the gaps between the door and the frame.

You reflected for a moment on the irony that all this frost and chill was the result of something called a heat, and you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself.

But then you remembered that not just fire, but ice, too, can burn.

A shiver rolled down your spine, and the cold seeping through the doorframe wasn't entirely to blame.

You took a moment to gather your courage, reminding yourself that this was Loki. Your husband. Your one true love.

You could do this.

You softly knocked, each tap of your knuckles against the cold wood sending a jolt of bravery through you.

"Loki... can I come in?"

"Pet..." The voice that answered you was familiar, but more... ragged. It was deeper, if that was even possible, and assumed a huskiness that made your usually gentle husband sound nothing short of feral.

It sent a surge of hot, wet arousal through you, which pooled between your thighs.

"I'm here, Loki..." you whispered like a prayer. "Let me help you."

"This is your last chance, pet," he warned. "You can still change your mind. But the moment you open the door, I'm afraid there will be no going back."

Good thing you had no plans of going back.

You opened the door and stepped into your chambers; after ensuring the door was closed and locked, you took a deep breath. This was it.

As you turned around, you came face to face with your husband.

Except he wasn't quite the Loki you knew. For one thing, he was taller. Much taller. At least 8 feet tall. You briefly wondered how you'd be able to take him in this form. His usually porcelain skin was replaced with a brilliant cerulean, and across every bit of blue that your hungry eyes could find, were ridges that swept across his skin in bold strokes and delicate lines, forming intricate patterns that you longed to trace with your fingers. As your eyes settled on his face, you found some familiarity there. You recognized the bone structure and the shape of his nose, the curve of his lips; the luscious raven locks that framed his angular face were unchanged. But in place of the emerald orbs that you knew and loved were two glistening rubies, staring at you with an intensity that could only be described as ferocious.

He was beautiful. Flawless. You saw no monster before you. Only your husband. Showing you a side of himself that he has kept hidden from you. Until now.

You broke the silence first, and simply muttered, "I love you, and I am here. Use me."

And that was all the permission he needed.

He closed the distance between you impossibly fast, like a predator stalking its prey, and wrapped an icy hand around your throat, squeezing firmly, the coldness stinging like pins and needles against your skin.

His lips met yours with an urgency that you hadn't experienced before; any hint of gentleness was gone and in its place a brutal clash of tongues and teeth as he claimed your mouth, a throaty growl slipping past his lips as he basked in the taste of you on his tongue.

Fear crept up your spine for the first time since you entered, and you brought your small hands up to claw at his wrist, a desperate attempt to let him know that you needed a break; you needed to breathe.

Something within him seemed to get the message, because he peeled his mouth away from yours and released your throat, repurposing his hand to wrap around your midsection and toss you unceremoniously onto the large bed in the center of the room.

You had to admit that part of you enjoyed the way he was manhandling you.

He wasted no time freeing himself from his garments and strode towards the bed, where he situated himself over you, caging in your small frame like a hungry animal about to enjoy the spoils of its hunt.

You gulped at the sight of his enormous cock, as it bobbed angrily against his stomach, covered in the same ridges that decorated the rest of his body, the tip weeping with the evidence of his primal desire. For you.

"These pretty silks have got to go," he rasped against your ear, his breath somehow both hot and cold.

He roughly grabbed the fine fabric and you winced as you heard him rip it to shreds as easily as if your dress was made of flower petals from the garden.

Within seconds, you were bare before him, and his ravenous gaze lazily roamed over your body, savoring every dip and every curve like the sight of you alone could sate him.

Even though that couldn't be further from the truth.

When he decided that his eyes had had their fill, he brought two fingers up to prod against your lips, his gaze meeting yours, daring you to defy him.

But you didn't dare.

You submissively parted your lips and wrapped your mouth around his fingers, astonished at how much your mouth had to stretch just to accommodate them. A wicked smile tugged at his lips as your tongue danced over his digits, preparing them for exploration of another warm, wet hole.

A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers were abruptly pulled from your mouth and pushed inside your weeping cunt. They pumped and stretched you almost as much as his normal cock would, and you shuddered at the thought of what was to come.

The nerves melted away though, as his thumb found your clit and worked the sensitive nub in sweeping circles, pleasure taking over your senses and lulling you into a state of calm.

"Loki..." you whispered softly between your whimpers and pants.

He growled in response, withdrawing his fingers from your soaked pussy and wrapping his hand around your thigh, forcing your legs open as wide as they would go.

Before you had a chance to adjust to the new position, his huge cock was at your slick entrance and he thrust forward, forcing as much of himself inside you as he could, his girth stretching your walls and the tip pushing against your cervix. The sudden intrusion took your breath away, and the stinging pain you felt caused unshed tears to well in your eyes. The coldness of his skin only heightened the sensations, forcing your mouth open in a silent scream as he claimed you.

You loved him. You wanted this. You silently reminded yourself as a large blue hand found your throat once again and wrapped around tightly.

A feral moan left his lips as he began to rut into you roughly. Pushing himself in as far as your body would allow. Over and over. Chasing his own pleasure without regard for your own.

"So warm... So tight... You take me so well, pet." He grunted between thrusts. "You're mine."

You couldn't help the fresh pool of arousal that gushed between your legs in response to his words. Even as he wrecked your body and used it like a toy, you loved nothing more than being his.

His rhythm became sloppy and you knew he was close.

With a wild growl, he pulled out of you and violently flipped you over onto your stomach. You were thankful you were on the mattress and not on the floor in that moment.

His large hands dug into your hips, pulling them upwards and angling you so that he could sink himself once again into your tight cunt. You turned your head to the side, gasping for air between shameless moans as he pounded into you from behind like an animal.

It didn't take long for him to reach his peak; he let out a primal roar as he came, pumping you full of his seed. You felt it leaking out of you, dripping down your inner thighs as he continued to shallowly thrust into you while he rode out his high.

And that was the last thing you remembered before darkness blurred the edges of your vision and you succumbed to exhaustion, your body limp and spent.

Later, when you came to, you wiggled your fingers and toes first and slowly worked your way to moving each limb, assessing the soreness. There was an undeniable ache, but nothing you couldn't manage. You sat up in the bed and looked around the room, searching for Loki. Your eyes settled upon his familiar Asgardian form, huddled on the chair in the corner, as if he was putting as much distance as possible between the two of you without leaving you alone. His eyes were red, but not because of his Jotun blood. Because he had been crying.

"Loki, what's wrong?!" you frantically asked.

When he realized you were awake, he rushed to your side. "What's wrong? Love, look at what I've done to you!" He gestured to your body, to the bruises on your inner thighs, your hips, your wrists, your neck. He pointed to the mess between your thighs, to the bit of blood that was on the sheets between your legs. "I'm a monster. A vile, disgusting creature. I should have never let you do this!"

He looked away from you, ashamed.

You reached for his hand, in an effort to reassure him. "Loki, I wanted this. I wanted to help you. I insisted." Your thumb stroked the back of his hand in soothing circles, willing him to believe that you were okay. "And look! It worked. Your heat lasted only a few hours instead of weeks!"

"But at what cost?" He muttered, without meeting your gaze.

"I am your wife. We are a team, in everything. I vowed to be there for you and to love you no matter what, for better or for worse. A few bruises and some soreness are a small price to pay once a year if it means my husband isn't in agony for weeks at a time."

He sheepishly met your gaze then, peering up at you from under his eyelashes.

"I don't deserve you," he whispered softly.

"Yes you do. Because you are the most amazing person I know," you smiled easily as you said it. "Now, I did say we are a team, so if you're done sulking, I do believe it is your turn to do your part. Don't you have some magic healing powers that could soothe some of my aches, or am I misremembering?"

Now it was his turn to smile at you. He got to work straight away, a blanket of green seidr engulfing your body and buzzing through you, soothing away the worst of your residual pain. Then he spent the day spoiling you, running you a hot bath with your favorite rose scented bath oil, pampering you with a massage, and waiting on you hand and foot.

"Darling?"

"Yes, Loki?"

A wolfish grin crept across his lips. "When you've had a day or two to recover, I intend to make last night up to you, tenfold. To drown you in so much pleasure that the only word you'll remember is my name as it falls from your lips like a mantra."

You met his grin with your own cheeky smile. "And I intend to hold you to that, Laufeyson."

His lips met yours, then, in a passionate kiss; one that conveyed all the love and adoration he held for you. Your lover. Your husband. Your everything.

Spring was definitely your favorite season.

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hugsandchaos · 1 year

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Remember in Double Trouble, there was a scene showing Loki couldn’t handle the cold nearly as much as Thor? This is basically a short based off that, taking place in another adventure they ended up in.

High in the edge of a cliff, Thor sat at the edge of the cave entrance and stared out into the blizzard. He wanted to keep watch since during the adventure, which had lasted two days, making this night three, his brother had stayed awake. He claimed it was because he wanted to watch the stars and smiled a bit, but Thor started to see through that lie. You would too if you noticed he was looking around for any signs of danger and reacting quickly to any sound as if it was a threat every time you woke up to grab a snack or go until he noticed you and was suddenly okay. Speaking of Loki, he was inside the cave next to a fire that were fueled by a few logs Thor found.

He was sitting in a fetal-like position and shivering a lot under his jacket and his teeth audibly chattered. His arms were crossed over his chest and pressed between his chest and legs. Between them, Thor was much more tolerant to low temperatures. He hardly ever shivered. Loki on the other hand, always wears his jacket and never goes anywhere without long sleeves or long pants, and doesn’t seem to mind the heat. He seems much more willing to die of heatstroke than freezing to death, but Thor suspects he went outside in the cold as a kid anyways just so he could get extra hugs from their mother. Thor looked back at Loki and got an idea. He stood up from the rock he was sitting on and walked to Loki, who had already noticed him coming. It was clear with how he practically snapped his neck to face him after hearing the icy stone crack under Thor’s boots. He didn’t say anything when Thor sat with him, only stared back at the fire.”Is there any other way to make this warmer?” Thor asked, trying to start some kind of conversation. Loki didn’t look at him or say anything like he had hoped. Rather, he shakingly put his hand out into the flames to touch it, the flames somehow dancing away from his hand to make a sort of tunnel around it as he touched the wood pile. Thor grabbed Loki’s arm to try and pull it out, but he didn’t move.”Take your hand out of the fire!” He said. Loki ignored him and blue flames began to replace the red and orange ones. Surprise replaced some of Thor’s worry and Loki finally pulled his hand out of the fire.

The cave slowly became much warmer, but Loki nearly toppled over and looked a bit dizzy. Thor put a hand behind his back and helped him sit back up.”You okay?” Thor asked. Loki nodded and Thor pulled him closer into a side hug, which probably caught Loki off guard based on how he tensed up for a moment. His shivering slowed down some, but he was still cold. The side of Loki’s head was touching the part of his arm above his elbow, and he felt ice cold.”How did you do that?” Thor asked. Loki yawned and leaned on Thor a bit.”Just a little trick I picked up on, nothing special. Blue fire is hotter than red fire, so I figured I’d use that trick to heat it up. It won’t last long, though.” He said, leaning onto Thor more and more as he spoke. He probably didn’t realize it, either, and Thor didn’t say a word about it.”Wow. Is there green fire then?” Thor asked. Loki shook his head and his eyelids drooped as the cave became warmer as he spoke, his tone much more sleepy than he meant it to be as he spoke.”Not naturally, I think…” He murmured.

Loki started to regain feeling in his toes and hands, but he was still freezing cold and almost wished he hadn’t regained feeling in them.”Why not?” He heard Thor asked. Loki stretched his arms and legs out, kind of like a cat, and sighed a bit when he relaxed again, pulling his legs and arms back to keep warm.”It has something to do with the light spectrum and the wavelengths of light, I think? I can’t remember right now. I think I have notes in here somewhere.” Loki answered as he nestled the back of his head into the fur of his jacket.

Thor waited for Loki to continue, but only heard barley noticeable snoring. Thor soon smiled and wrapped his red cape around Loki like a blanket so he’d stay warm.

With only the sound of crackling fire, howling winds from outside, and hard-to-hear snoring, Thor was left with his thoughts. Recently, he’d started thinking that maybe Loki’s magic drains his physical energy the same way as exercise or some other intense movement. If that was true, then perhaps it’s possible Loki isn’t as weak as he thought with all the shapeshifting and teleporting he does on a daily basis, along with the occasional conjuration of objects. Like when he made some roses to try to flirt with Mildred to get her to stop causing trouble. He’d ask about it tomorrow, after he finds out how blue fire is hotter than red fire.

Bonus that I don’t know when would happen but I had to write:

“How did I not know how ticklish you are?” Thor asked. The only answer he got was more laughter and thrashing from his little brother, who was stuck in Thor’s hold and turning red from laughter and embarrassment.

Earlier, Thor poked Loki’s ribs to get his attention from the book he was reading and Loki slammed his arms down to protect himself with a surprised squeak, which Loki tried to play off by ignoring it, but Thor pressed questions at his reaction and grabbed his arm so he couldn’t just teleport away and escape the interrogation. It started with more pokes to the ribs and Loki trying to stab him with every dagger he had, but Thor stopped every one and even tossed it away so Loki couldn’t try again while he was trying to hide any sign of hiding any giggles or laughter. Then the assault of tickles to Loki’s sides and belly came when he ran out of daggers. It was an unexpected change, so he couldn’t hold back the laughter anymore. Thor seemed to really like the reaction and kept going while Loki tried his best to escape, but he couldn’t with how much stronger Thor physically is compared to him. And Loki was indeed very ticklish.”Stohohohohohop ihihihit!!” Loki demanded. But he had no success. If anything, it only fueled something in Thor to keep going, which he did. Thor smiled and began poking at Loki’s ribs, which started the whole thing and drove Loki’s laughter an octave higher.”Not a chance! I’ve been waiting for so long to get revenge on you, and now--“

“AAAAAAIIEEE!!!”

Thor paused the assault, giving Loki a chance to breathe, and looked at Loki with a surprised expression. Loki glared back at him with a look as sharp as his daggers.”Don’t. You. Dare.” He threatened through his gasps for breath. A devious grin creeped upon Thor face and Loki began squirming around again, or tried shielding himself. Thor grabbed both arms with one hand and held them above his head, even lifting him a foot off the ground.”No!! No, I’m warning you!! I’ll turn you into a pin cushion!!” Loki threatened. Thor ignored him and started tickling his ribs again, throwing him back into laughter. Loki began kicking around and tried pulling his knees up to cover his upper body, but Thor simply pushed them away and continued.”I know I heard that! Where did that reaction come from?” Thor wondered out loud as he prodded and poked around his little brother’s ribs, soon coming to the spot that got the reaction from a few seconds ago. When his fingers poked the eighth rib on the right side, Loki squealed and broke out in uncontrollable laughter unlike anything Thor had seen, not just in Loki, but in anyone he’s heard laugh.”HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHOHO!!! NOHOHOHO!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Loki yelled. Thor was a bit shocked and confused about the fact that he got such a reaction from a single rib, but he was more delighted to learn it.”Oh, wow! That sounds like this is unbearable!” Thor said. Loki turned a bit redder, either from embarrassment or laughter, and shook his head while laughing.”What? Does talking about it make it worse?” Thor asked. Loki didn’t answer. He couldn’t. He was too busy laughing as Thor curiously and carefully tickled the newfound sweet spot.

About three minutes later, Loki was too tired to keep trashing around and his laughs he was falling more and more into silent laughter. Thor had started tickling him all over his upper body with both hands since Loki was too tired to fight back; belly, armpits, sides, ribs, and especially his eighth rib on the right side. When Loki began showing signs of fatigue, Thor set him on the floor and continued the assault. Thor definitely had the upper hand, Loki’s mind was going mad with the tickles, and it certainly didn’t help that he decided not to wear his jacket and that flexible piece of green chest plate today. By now, streams of tears from laughter were flowing down Loki’s face and he looked like he might pass out soon. Thor decided maybe it was time to stop or at least give him a break and pick it up later, so he stopped. Loki began gasping for air and managed to curl up into a ball on his right side so it’d be a bit harder to get to his weak spot.”Are you okay?” Thor asked. Loki nodded and Thor moved to sit next to him. He didn’t know what it was, but something other than the victorious feeling of having a way to get back at Loki was making Thor feel pretty happy.

Thor knew it was that part of him that really wished he got along with his brother, and now he had a way to do that. And it’s not like Loki would fight back, Thor’s much more physically fit, so he could turn the tables on him easily. Loki panted and gasped for air on the floor.”Did you have fun?” Tasking asked sarcastically. Loki shot him a glare and shook his head, making Thor laugh a bit. It took a long while for Loki to recover from the assault and Thor popped his knuckles when Loki sat up.”Ready for Round 2?” Thor asked. Loki’s eyes widened and he teleported away, making Thor stand up and rush to his room in chase.

In Loki’s room, Loki stumbled to his door and locked it, then he dived under his bed to hide. He curled up in a ball again, exhausted and embarrassed, and planned on staying there for a long time. It wasn’t the fact that one of his weaknesses was discovered that embarrassed him more, it was the fact that Thor could’ve found out he enjoyed the activity.

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