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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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Full Throttle: Motel [Avenger!/Biker! Loki x Fem. Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (4) Biker!Loki shows you just how deep this alter-ego goes. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language. Dom! Loki. Choking. Intimate piercings. Dirty talk. (w/c 3.2k)

The animated hum of conversation in a foreign tongue staggered to a stop when you walked through the door of the motel bar. It swung behind you, the flimsy wood and wire netting smacking weakly against an ageing frame as you surveyed the scene. Three men sat at a table to the side, nursing half-empty beers. Four more hung off the bar, the low sun in the sky through the glass in the door behind you making them squint. “Dobar dan.” you said firmly in greeting, running your gaze around every set of eyes that trailed up your bare legs, past the hem of the black denim shorts. The woman behind the bar continued to polish a glass suspiciously. You got the feeling this place wasn’t known for its welcoming atmosphere.

“Nema problema.” the bartender warned, her voice sharp and practised in the art of warding off trouble. You raised your hands in mock- surrender, sliding onto one of the barstools. She placed a shot of something down in front of you with a grunt, making it slosh over the sides. Your stomach churned thinking back to what Loki had growled in your ear. ‘Let’s put this little character-study to the test’. Your brow furrowed. Did he mean his ridiculous tough-guy persona? He couldn’t expect you to take him seriously with a quick fuck in a dingy foreign motel, no matter how good he looked in that tatty leather jacket. You snorted, lifting the shot-glass before taking a sniff and setting it back down. In seconds, you heard the clump of heavy footsteps. You tilted your chin upward, meeting the gaze of a man as tall as Loki, but twice as broad. “Dobar dan.” you repeated dryly, staring him down. Chains hung from his battered jeans, oil stains smeared on a baggy t-shirt that you suspected were not manifested by seidr. He swiped the shot-glass in front of you, necking it greedily before thumping it down as the bartender huffed. Leaning against the scuffed wood, he swayed drunkenly; lustful intentions simmering behind drooping eyelids. He stank of...everything. You drummed your fingers on the bar, looking straight ahead; giving him a moment to reconsider his imminent advances. The man moved to run one meaty hand down your back, stepping forward. You sighed, kicking the barstool backward as you stood abruptly. A hand shot out to his neck, holding it firmly as his eyes bulged in surprise.

“Primitivan”, you muttered, pushing him backward as the woman behind the bar smacked her palm repeatedly against the wood, yelling obscenities. “I can’t leave you alone for two minutes, can I?” a familiar voice smarmed to your side.

You shot Loki a venomous look as he dangled a tarnished key from one long finger, swiping it into his palm with a flourish. Another sigh rattled in your throat as the man’s friends surrounded Loki, flexing their fists. His eyes never left yours as he caught a swinging punch from the side, parrying it away and placing a solid uppercut beneath the assailant’s chin. The man left the ground, falling with a thud as the other three descended on the undercover god. Loki spun out of their grip, elbowing one squarely in the eye while he raised another by the neck, slamming him face down on the bar. You backed away, watching your teammate decimate the would-be attackers. His black jeans clung tightly to those incredible thighs, straining as he extended a long leg to kick the final man in the centre of his padded stomach. It made a squelch on the impact of his heavy boot, sending him backwards to the ground.

The men lay groaning on the floor as Loki pulled the sides of his leather jacket down in finality, flicking his slick hair back over his shoulders. “Amateurs.” he muttered, observing them with disgust. His fired-up gaze found yours, jaw clenching as his eyes narrowed. A shiver rolled up your spine. “Outside. Now.” he rasped, the deep timbre of his voice vibrating the air as the bartender resumed polishing glasses with casual indifference. You looked at the men whimpering on the cobbled floor, not registering the grip fastened around your wrist until you were halfway out the door. A wall of cool air hit you as Loki tugged you outside, finding yourself pulled flush against him with a yank. “Why do you insist on being so troublesome?” he spat, cheekbones flashing. Your eyes widened in disbelief, pushing him away. “Me? I had the situation handled until you came along with your…your...” You kicked a small stone by your foot in frustration. It clanged off the rim of the motorbike. “-And why do you insist on being such an attention-seeking dickhead?” you sighed petulantly, making Loki scoff.

There was a pregnant pause. “Let’s just go" you muttered, "Steve and Clint will be at the next town by now.” Loki snorted. “Please. You saw the speed Rogers was driving. We have until dusk, at least.” You looked away, not wanting to give the arrogant arse the satisfaction of knowing how ridiculously wet you had become beneath your denim shorts.

It's just adrenaline from the fight, you told yourself; watching Loki's t-shirt ride up his tight lower abdomen as he ran a hand through his hair. You bit your lip. The Harley Davison sat in the parking lot, leaning to the side; it’s deep green tones flashing in the afternoon sun. The scent of Loki’s vintage leather jacket filled your nostrils as he stepped toward you, leaving no space between his chest and yours.

You could smell the musk of sweet,fresh sweat from his damp t-shirt. Tendrils of dark curls were visible in your side-eye as he loomed over you.

Tentative silence hung in the air, the infuriating god’s warm breath skating across your cheek. "Come." he ordered gruffly, grasping your hand and leading you briskly towards some stairs ascending a rickety building beside the bar.

Chipped white paint caught under your palm as it slid up the railing, cigarette butts littering every clang of your boots against the metal grating as Loki led you to the top. You could hear music blaring from one of the rooms, a solitary crash preceding shouts of annoyance from a resident. Loki stopped at one of the grubby doors, turning the key in the lock and swinging it open. A naked bulb hung from the ceiling, wooden cladding covering the walls marred with scuff and scratches. The carpet was worn, a deep brown that perhaps once was an optimistic cream. You wrinkled your nose. Loki watched your features twist, his amusement palpable.

“It seems your standards have increased exponentially since you begged me to shag you against that slime-covered boulder mere hours ago, Agent.”

You looked him up and down, loathing that he looked so incredibly hot in that old-school biker getup. The deep scar running through his eyebrow and over his cheekbone stood out in the dimming light, highlighting every condescending twitch of his smug face. Your gaze lingered on the studded leather belt wrapped around his hips. The end hung sluttishly against one thick thigh as Loki’s tattooed fingers toyed presumptively with the buckle. “You’re an arsehole, Laufeyson. I did not beg. Fuck you” you spat, seeing his eyebrows rise questioningly. He took a sharp, loaded breath. Whatever he was going to say in his irritatingly sensual baritones, you didn’t want to hear it.

You lunged toward him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his open mouth to yours.

Bodies clashed in a mess of tongues and teeth, knocking a lamp over in your eagerness to tear off his leather jacket. He grunted as your hand hit against his manhood beneath the denim, every frustrated sigh from his lips driving you feral. “Do you still hate me, Agent? I do wonder.” he hissed with difficulty as your hands wound in his hair; tugging sharply. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, the muscles of his exposed neck straining as you yanked his curls again. Harder. “Yes, I fucking hate you.” you growled, grazing your teeth against his collarbone. The v-neck of his stained white t-shirt was collateral damage, you decided.

You brought your fingers to the collar, pulling it sharply. A loud rip filled the air, the cotton hanging on either side of his muscled chest like the world’s shittiest waistcoat. Perfectly carved, lean lines of muscle begging to be bitten and licked rippled beneath your needy fingertips. Worshipped, you thought; immediately pushing the idea from your mind. Your gaze ran ravenously over his torso, coveting every inch of ridiculously chiselled flesh. Starving. Large winding sepia tattoos curled across his skin. They blossomed over his biceps like tendrils of inked seidr, centring on a pair of daggers crossed over his heart. The faint outline of a snake was wrapped around them. Its tail trailed beyond the waistband of the black jeans slung low on his hips; charcoal ink seeming to glimmer in the dying light. You dug into his trousers, taking no care to unfasten the loose studded belt. Your palm caught something at the base of his pubic bone. Loki gasped as your fingers wrapped around the root of his cock, squeezing too hard for any mortal man to find pleasure in. He growled darkly, backing you toward the bed. “Say it again, Agent…I dare you.” he snarled, contempt simmering in the depths of his intense stare. “I fucking hate you.” you whispered seductively, as the god pushed you back onto the dingy bed. The scratch of cheap cotton sheets scraped against your tingling skin. “That’s my girl.” Loki muttered, unbuckling his heavy belt with a flourish. He pushed the front of his jeans down, enjoying the widening of your eyes as his cock bounced into view. The moist head was pierced, a thick silver bar running horizontally through the tip of his manhood. “Touch it.” he murmured. You ran your fingers over the piercing, feeling the cool metal balls of the straight barbell protruding at either side of the glistening head. You noticed another above the root of his cock, a curved chrome bar glinting above the base of his girth that could only serve one purpose. You swallowed. He hummed darkly as you toyed with the metal protruding at either side of the tip, the sound reminding you of the Harley engine vibrating beneath your spread thighs. Loki rocked into your inquisitive fingers, his ass clenching. “It’s called an amphallang...do you like it?” he purred, as you looked up at him with wide eyes. “I’m not sure” you said, tilting your head before squeezing the leaking tip. His chin tilted upward, a low groan rumbling in his throat. “Ohhh, you will.” he gasped to the ceiling, as you began to stroke to the root and back again. “Fuck...A-Agent, be careful.” he warned, his fingertips grasping one denim-clad thigh which had started to quiver. The C.H.A.O.S lettering inked on his knuckles stretched, greying letters standing out as they whitened beneath a tightening grip. “It heightens every p-pleasure...and- gods...if you keep stroking me thus I’ll cum right over that pretty face of yours.”

First the damn wetsuit, now the tattoos...the dirt, the dick-piercings; you thought desperately, searching his face contorted in illicit desire. There'd never be a dull moment with this guy as your fuck-buddy. “...every pleasure, huh?” you keened knowingly, before leaning forward with your mouth hanging open. Before he could answer, your lips fastened around his heavy cock. Loki’s head fell back with a guttural groan as his manhood hit the back of your throat, the god's natural musk intoxicatingly thick near the curls of dark hair at the base. A metallic tang cut through the sweetness of his pre-cum, his girth filling every pocket of space. Your hands ran around the curve of his muscular ass, pushing him deeper. Choking yourself. The width stretched your mouth to the brink, flinching as the skin cracked at the creases of your lips. Even his cock is fucking nightmare, you thought; releasing an utterly whoreish moan against his flesh as he hissed above you. But damn, he tastes fucking good. You swallowed, making Loki whimper at the sensation of your hot throat tightening. Your cheeks hollowed, dragging the captive meat backward with one devastatingly firm suck. The sides of the silver bar caught between your lips, saliva leaking down your chin as you tugged it sharply.

The tip of your tongue toyed at the cool metal, flicking it back and forth. Loki let out a feral growl, his hand leaving his thigh and tangling in your hair. “You are in dangerous territory, play-thing…” he moaned darkly, as you traced the triangle of skin beneath his tip. You released him with a wet pop, the flushed cock slapping against the flat board of his stomach. “Do you suck the cock of every man you hate, I wonder?” Loki rasped, tugging your head back. “It would explain your eagerness to be around me. Perhaps some...daddy issues, lurking beneath that collected demeanour?” He smirked, unwinding his fingers. They trailed down your forehead, before pushing you backward to the lumpy mattress. “Or…” he goaded, pausing for effect as you caught your bearings. “Perhaps you're just a cum-slut for villainous men.” The ceiling was stained with cigarette smoke, brown clouds marking every ripple of artex. “Loki, I fucking hat-” “-hate me. Yes, you said.” he smirked, sarcasm dripping from his tongue. “But I must stop you repeating it now, Agent. I can only get so erect.” You shivered as he lowered on top of you, the worn denim still coating his thighs scratching against yours with a teasing friction. His immense length bobbed between the open buttons of his jeans. The sight made you weak. It was unbearable. He was unbearable. “You have rudely divested me of most of my clothing, Agent...I feel it only fair I do the same to you.” he whispered, torso now pressed flush to your upper body. He supported himself on his forearms as you felt a familiar coolness roll over your frame, the baggy racer top and denim shorts melting away. But the combat boots remained. The chilled metal of his cock-piercing brushed against your soaking folds, a sharp bitterness making you jump.

“I should mention, it is not only conducive to my pleasure.” he murmured, as his thumb grazed back and forth over your nipple. “But something tells me that you do not require...additional incentive.” His hands slid down your thighs, raising your calves and pushing them back towards your shoulders. “Mmmm…” he hummed, biting his lip as his eyes crawled over your glistening pussy for the first time. “As tempting as it is to devour that beautiful cunt...I’m afraid she will have to wait." He leant forward, pushing your knees further back as he placed one wide lick up the centre of your slit, making you shudder with a guttural groan of need. "We do not have the time" he murmured, licking the arousal coating his lips with a wink. "and frankly...a proper introduction to my talents is required. If you ever deserve it. Which is, at this rate…unlikely." He placed a deep sucking kiss to the flesh of your knee, making you squirm as he rocked forward. Your heavy combat boots rested by his shoulders, the deep curves of his intricately tattooed biceps flexing beneath them. He raised flattened fingers to his mouth, making a show of releasing a slick of saliva over the digits before lowering them between your legs.

His piercing stare never ceased. Loki's fingers pulsed against your exposed clit, the blissful vibration making your back arch as he alternated dipping them inside your soaking channel.

Your moans filled the air, garbled pleas to a higher power that would deliver you from sexual torment as he edged you toward oblivion. “Pray to me, darling...only I can help you now.” he growled, speeding the pace of his palm against your centre. “Fuck...Loki…?” you gasped, your forehead furrowed as you grasped the rough bedsheets. The daggers inked on his chest came into view as he knelt back, flipping his wild hair over his shoulders. Your upper-back spasmed off the mattress, mouth open as a climax crashed into you like a truck. Loki released a simmeringly dark moan of satisfaction as you came, teeth gritted as he watched your features twist with deliriously reluctant pleasure by his hand.

The god slid his fingers inside you, scissoring before drawing them out. He inspected them, rubbing the sticky arousal with his thumb before popping the fingers between his lips. A low sigh erupted as he sucked them clean, relishing the heady lust swirling in your captivated eyes. I won’t see another sunrise, you thought; as your head spun. First the wetsuit. Now the biker shit. I’ll be dead by morning. Loki lined himself up at your entrance, anticipation etched deep across his face as he brushed the pieced tip of his leaking cock teasingly against your slit. His long fingers wrapped around your windpipe, squeezing gently. “I believe this intrigues you. Tell me to stop if I am wrong.” he said solemnly, awaiting your response as his manhood pulsed between your open thighs. You whimpered, a staggered yes escaping as you keened your hips upward, begging him to fuck you. A cloud descended on his angular features, textured waves of raven hair falling around his jaw as he inched himself inside. The barbell through his tip grazed the walls of your tight heat, every tug of the metal setting your pussy alight. Your back arched again as he bottomed out, a harsh thrust making you yelp as the metal stretched every centimetre to the brink. He began to move in fluid waves, making your eyes roll back. The pubic piercing nestled at the root of his cock tugged your ripe clit with every rock of his pelvis, drowning you in relentless pleasure. “Oh...uhhhh m-my god, Loki” you groaned, stretching your arms upward. You grasped the thin bedsheets, clawing at them. “F-fuck I forgot how i-incredible this..uhhh...this feels” he choked, timing every rolling thrust to perfection. Loki’s mouth hung open as your body rutted into his mount; releasing loud, animalistic pants which filled every corner of the room. He rode you slowly, making you feel every frightening inch of mind-altering bliss he could bestow. His hands ran over the backs of your thighs, pushing them further toward your ears. “I c-can’t..” you whimpered, feeling an overwhelming orgasm cresting in your contorted body. Every hit of his hips was pure lust, the urge to ask him to turn you over and fuck you in the ass almost unbearable. “Oh, but you can Agent.” he purred, curling one of those large tattooed hands around your throat. “With me, you always can.” His fingers clasped around the base of your neck, pressing on your trachea. You let out a rasping sigh, eyes widening as he held you tight. Completely at his mercy, you thought; sinking into the rising tide of climax. Fuck.

The ink on his broad chest went out of focus as your head swam, primal desire shooting in fiery tendrils through your veins. Loki’s chin tilted upward as he delivered his unrelenting pleasure, the piercings dragging every ounce of sexual devastation from your drool covered lips. He squeezed his fingers around your throat, making you choke as you felt your walls flutter. They tightened, delivering the final blow as he fucked you mercilessly over the precipice.

You strained forwards, one leg juddering up and crashing a boot-heel down on his shoulder. Loki’s eyes were fire, glorious satisfaction smouldering in pupils blown wide. His chin jutted forward, heavy breaths making his tattooed chest rise and fall as he lowered your legs and flipped you on the mattress like a doll. You gasped at fresh air filling your lungs, knocked out again as your belly met the hard bed. “Loki?!” you panted, seeing stars as he pulled your hips back onto his waiting cock. A moan of your name rumbled in his chest as he pulled you flush against him, balanced on his thick thighs still covered in denim. You squirmed against him, fighting the illicit pleasure overwhelming every one of your senses. “You really are troublesome, aren’t you?” he muttered, devouring the lobe of your ear in messy sucks. "Such an impetuous cock-tease. We'll need to fix that." His hips thrust up into your dripping heat without restraint, every tug of the piercing on your tightened walls pulling new whines from your throat. “P-perhaps we shall always fuck thus, my little under...uhhh...undercover s-slut” he panted. The god's thrusts became desperate as he palmed your naked breasts. “In tight p-passageways and dirty motels like feral uhhh...f-fuck...animals. Like you deserve for your...uhh thats.it...that's uh-uhh...f-for your insolence.” Loki released a tight slap on the side of your ass, making you yelp. He pushed you forward to all fours, grasping fingertips digging deep into the flesh of your thigh as he slapped the cheek again. Harder. His breaths quickened, dark moans rolling as he chased selfish release. You tried to return upright, an overwhelming urge to feel his skin flush to your own as he made you his. His. The thought made you feel sick.

And more turned on than you had ever been in your entire life. "Down." he growled, pressing a large palm on your lower back as the other massaged your ass. Loki's grip curled around the nape of your neck, tugging your hair to the side. You threw him a venomous look over your shoulder, the clench of his jaw making his neck strain as you slammed back on his cock, meeting every one of the devastating thrusts. “Come inside m-me then, you fucking asshole.” you snarled breathlessly through shallow pants, hearing him chuckle between desperate groans. “S-say it...Agent..” he stammered, lowering his hand to shamelessly feel the thick cock he was clearly so proud of sliding in and out between your spread thighs. "Say it..uhhh...fuck. A-again." You turned your face, seeing his forehead deeply furrowed in pure ecstasy. It was tilted to the ceiling, his lips parted as sweat collected in the grooves of his collarbone. You pushed yourself off the mattress, winding an arm beneath his chin, grasping a clutch of his damp hair in a tight fist. He groaned, dominance slipping under the approaching tide. You attached your wet lips over his ear, releasing a rasping moan before you spoke. “I fucking hate you, Loki Laufeyson.” you murmured, feeling his grip on your chest tighten. With a thundering roar, he came. The god threw his head back, filthy curses saturating the air as you rocked him to completion. The orgasm made his whole body shake, ebbing as his face fell into the curve of your neck with a shuddering sigh. “I hate you too…Agent.” he panted, the dark, velvet rumble of his voice making you clench a final time as he placed a bruising bite on your glistening shoulder.

Continued in: The Red Dress Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection (The characters and scenery depicted in this fic are in no way representative of my feelings about Croatia. It is a beautiful and welcoming and lovely place!) Croatian: Dobar dan - Good Afternoon Nema problema - No trouble Primitivan - Rude Tags

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perseephoneee · 2 months

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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓘

In which, you, a lady of the ton, are forced to participate in courting season. Except that courting season comes with one particularly silver tongued Prince who is making it his mission to drive you absolutely insane.

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a/n: this is such a filler chapter, and it's also terrible, and i hate it.

While you knew the Odinsons, you didn’t know the full extent of their history. That is until you made it home from the dance, and your sister demanded you tell her about your rendevous with Thor. You were so exhausted you could barely get the answers she yearned for.

Lady Frigga, the mother of Thor and Loki, was originally a lady of the ton but married Odin, a Prince of Norway at the time. After Frigga’s passing, Odin moved the family back to London in honor of her spirit. You found it surprisingly romantic.

You awoke late the following day, finding the night before's events tiring. Social situations constantly exhaust you. Going through your closet, you put on a green gown, ignoring any help that could be given to you. You resented having someone else dress you. You were so in your own head as you bounded down the stairs to your sitting room that you barely noticed the man taking up space on the couch.

“Your Highness,” you bowed, eyes wide as Thor sat up to greet you with a bright smile. Your Grandmother was perched on one of the other setees, an excited sparkle in her eyes. Oh, how you wished to squash that gleam.

“Lady Chilton, how do you fare this morning?” Thor asked, hands clasped behind his back. He was ridiculously tall, and you had to tilt your head to take him in.

“Well, I wasn’t taken in my sleep, so I would hazard that I’m doing well,” I said, taking slight glee at the glare my Grandmother shot me. Thor let out a hearty laugh, though.

“I’m glad you are still in our presence,” Thor answered earnestly. “I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the races today?”

“Races?” You dared a glance toward your grandmother before looking back at Thor’s icy blue eyes. You clasped your hands before answering. “Absolutely. That sounds wonderful.” Thor perked up at your answer, as did your grandmother.

“Splendid, do you need a second before we leave?” he asked. You shook your head no, letting yourself be ushered out with his hand on the small of your back. You didn’t bother looking back at your grandmother; you knew she would be ecstatic.

Of course, the carriage that Thor showed up in was immaculate, and he helped you into one of the seats. You settled yourself, adjusting your skirt as Thor joined you in the carriage and closed the door. Your hands sat in your lap, anxiously twiddling your thumbs.

“Have you been to the races before?” Thor inquired.

“Heavens, no,” you chuckled, catching yourself. Your insubordination was going to get you in trouble someday. Thor seemed to find it charming, though, so he just laughed. “I prefer a good book.”

“So does my brother,” Thor sighed, glancing out the window. The sounds of the ton and nature were fast approaching, and the mention of Loki changed your mood. He was an enigma to you, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “We’ve arrived.”

You glance out the window, taking in the scenery. The races were held near the lake, with green pastures surrounding its perimeter. Many members of society were there, and the available men were already courting some eligible ladies. Pastel colors and parasols obscured much of the natural sites you would’ve loved to see. Still, maybe you’d have time later.

A light conversation occurred between you and Thor as he led the way to the stadium. He was attentive to your words, asking probing questions that let you know he was listening. Unfortunately, you didn’t have much in common. Still, he was kind. He respected that you weren’t a ‘typical’ lady of the ton. If you had to marry, it wouldn’t be a wrong choice.

The truth was, you had yet to learn how races worked. You had the general idea, but you had never attended one. Thor seemed excited, so you tried your best to adopt his enthusiasm. Unfortunately, your seat had to be next to his brother's.

“What brings the fair lady out to join us today?” Loki coos, a teasing tone evident. You rolled your eyes as you and Thor approached. Thor left to place his bet, giving you a second alone with the raven-haired prince.

“Your brother invited me,” you smile, tilting your head.

“Looks like you found someone who enjoys your wit,” Loki says, looking out over the fields slightly teasingly. You bristle, eyes narrowing.

“If only you could find someone who enjoys yours,” you mumble. Loki looks at you through narrowed eyes, biting his tongue as Thor returns.

“Apologies for the delay, m’lady,” Thor says, leaning down to your height. “Hope you were able to stay entertained.”

“Conversation could be better, but otherwise, I’m fine,” you glanced at Loki, raising your eyebrows in amusement. He crossed his arms, indifferent. Thor chuckled, leading you to your seats.

The race was about to start, and all the horses and their riders lined up. At this point, the event was beginning to feel like a Venetian breakfast– way too long. Like all the other sensible ladies, you wished you had brought a fan to stave off the heat. That would mean conforming, though, something you never excelled at. You found yourself much more interested in the race than you thought. When the horses took off, you were on the edge of your seat. One would pull in front of the other, then fall behind. You found yourself rooting for the grey-dappled horse; something quiet about its demeanor drew you in. It would’ve won; you believed that if it wasn’t for the Palmano next to it that distracted your chosen horse enough that it ended up only placing second.

“Oh, come on!” you exclaim, standing up in a huff as the stadium erupts in cheers or disappointment. “That was–”

“Perposterous,” Loki finished your sentence, indignation in his tone. You made eye contact, resenting the way his green eyes made your heart skip a beat.

“What’s wrong?” Thor asked, concerned but still joyful.

“That wasn’t very sportsmanlike,” you mumble to him, brows furrowed.

“Life isn’t always fair,” Thor says. “Sometimes what we think is right isn’t always.”

“Sounds like something that a man who just won a race would say,” Loki sighs, sprawling out in his seat. You hide a hint of a smile, refusing to acknowledge either brother's words.

“You two are too similar,” Thor huffs, causing you to chuckle. Too similar or too obstinate, you couldn’t tell. You did know, though…you didn’t want to spend more time with Loki.

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november-rayne · 10 months

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A Gift for Loki - Summary

Young Prince Loki of Asgard is the God of Mischief and Chaos, the wild and unscrupulous little brother of Thor, and the son of the King of the Æsir.

Being second in the line of succession, Loki meticulously performs his palace duties by day, but by night he can be found living up to his reputation as a hard-core partying playboy.

Alas, a prince of Asgard cannot remain a fun-loving bachelor forever. Loki's world is turned upside down when duty calls for him to take a wife. His parents have betrothed him to the daughter of the most prominent Lord in the kingdom.

Loki would rather be dragged to Hel than to the altar, that is, until he finally lays eyes on his bride-to-be. Meeting Sigyn cracks the foundation on which he built his hedonistic reputation.

Can Loki give up his philandering lifestyle and become the husband Sigyn deserves? The Nornir have brought the two of them together; will outside forces tear them apart?

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Warnings: Explicit descriptions of sexual acts, alcohol intoxication, and drug use. Specific trigger warnings will be attached before each chapter when applicable.

This story is NON-CANON. This is an MCU/Norse mythology hybrid AU: Thor and Loki are biological brothers, and Odin isn't the worst father. Comparably, in human years, Loki is in his mid-twenties, and Thor is late twenties. Set in Asgard, the realm is described as a large kingdom with territories and hierarchies among Odin's Lords and Ladies.

Genre: Fluff and Smut. An all-round feel-good fic.

Pairings: AU Loki x Sigyn

Chapters Index 👇🏼

*Contains SMUT

1. Prologue*

2. When Opportunity Knocks*

3. The Message*

4. Denial*

5. The Lost Prince

6. Ill-prepared

7. Meeting Sigyn

8. Doubt*

9. Family Dinner

10. Paths Not Taken

11. The Betrothal Feast

12. Discoveries

13. The Chase

14. Heart to Heart

15. A Token*

16. The Best Man

17. A Kingly Visit

18. Home*

19. Seeing

20. Oh, Brother

21. Fond Farewells- Part One*

22. Fond Farewells- Part Two*

23. The Bachelor Party

24. Brother Mine

25. Reunion

26. Unexpected

27. Sigyn's Virtue

28. Sera's Trials

29. Bed Rest*

30. Purpose

31. The Wedding

32. The Reception

33. His Goddess*

34. Epilogue*

A Gift for Loki One-Shots

The Gift of the Sun* The Gift of Distraction* The Gift of Distraction - Part Two*

*Contains SMUT

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daisybell17 · 8 months

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Morning coffee with Loki hc’s:

(slight (barley tbh) nsfw implications)

You get up much earlier than him and make coffee for yourself, just like every morning

He got up just 10 minutes after you and jumped onto the couch, sprawling out his arms and legs

“Morning, want some coffee?” you hold out your mug to show him your drink

“Yes please…but can i get a kiss first?”

You smile and give him a quick peck on the lips. You make your way into the kitchen and start making his cup

He comes up to you in the kitchen and wraps his arms around your waist, rocking you both side to side

You sway along with him and smile at the moment

He hums to the tune of your song as his hands glide down the sides of your waist, making their way into the hems of your shorts

You blush at his movements “Loki what are you doing?” you say teasingly

“Nothing! Can’t I just…hug my beautiful beautiful girl?” He says as if he isn’t obviously implying something

You roll your eyes and turn around, handing him his coffee “Don’t act like I don’t know what mischief act you’re up to”

He laughs at your comment and takes the hot mug from your hands

He took a step back, leaning against the island counter behind him, you hop onto that counter, watching him drink up the coffee you made for him

Quickly finishing his drink, he put the mug aside and stood in front of you “Can I get another kiss?”

You laugh and give him another kiss, but this time he didn’t let you go, only pulling you closer to his body

Laughing at his actions you only pull him closer, heating up the moment

Loki then started nibbling at your ear, making his way down to your neck

“What’s got you all riled up this morning?!”

“You. Always” Smiling as he pulls away

You hope of the counter and pull him by his shirt and into your shared room

a/n: i wrote this while having coffee…mornin!

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haravath0t · 5 months

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⸝⸝ ʚ ⛸ ! ⌗ °• ⎯ೃ༄

𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚞!𝚕𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 - 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟼

"𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚢,

𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢"

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : ̗̀➛ the prince has his eyes on you in this winter ball, but does he know you're a mere peasant?

☕🤍🌿 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ! 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 ! ☕🤍🌿

You were out of breath by the time you rushed into the chateau, your feet rushing up the stairs into the attic like clockwork as the eyes of your friendly creatures watched you in amusement. The wooden door shuts, and you cannot help but lean against it.

12:15 AM.

Your eyes shut, your lips curled in a wide smile, your chest heaving in your less than grand journey home. You knew you had your stepmother and your stepsisters arriving within the hour, yet the sweeping melodies of violins, the deep timbre of the cello, and the ever flowing harp remain in your ears. The memory of the world around you dimming as you were whisked away in your flowing gown stuck to you like the soot of the fireplace clings to your fingers.

Gone was the beautiful gown that you had adorned, gone was the grand carriage that you had arrived at the castle in, gone were the beautiful horses, the glitter, the gloves. But alas, the singular glass slipper that was once on your foot, was now in your calloused hands, a singular reminder of the dashing and mysterious visage of the prince that had danced with you into oblivion just hours before.

You can only thank your fairy godmother above, because after all…

The dream that you wished, did come true.

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stupidthoughtsinwriting · 9 months

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Try Again | Loki x OC

Chapter 1 - (Next Chapter) -(Chapter List) - (Main Masterlist)

Summary: Enjoying a holiday in Greece until a dreadful call changes it all...

Note: Ohhh I've posted it! okay, first of all, I am open to making a tag list to those interested, just tell me in the comments and I'll put you in. Two, this is the fastest fic i've finished and to me that's astonishing because as you may notice, most of my fics take me months to complete and in finishing this in a few nights is a feat to me. And third, understand that i am going back to class on Monday and thus i might not have as much time to update this as much but i promise i will be working on it and have patience with me. I am unreliable in consistency but I can promise results, even if the time is indefinite. The second chapter is in the works so bear with me and i hope you enjoy!

The sun rests low on the horizon, slowly dipping down amongst the waves. It turns the water a gorgeous shade of gold and the sky flies past in a flurry of bright and brilliant colours. Though as slow as the bright star sinks, it still let off a bit of heat. A welcoming warmth caressing the tanning skin of those still out, enjoying the last rays of the day before heading inside to avoid the chill night.

A child plays in the sand. Building castles of great architecture and collects shells and rocks of all forms and sizes, anything piquing his interests really. A bucket sat beside him and in it rests all his collected treasures. He uses some of the colourful shells and stones to decorate his castle, giving it colour amongst the muted tones of sand.

His mother sits not far from him, basking in the last of the heated rays before the inevitable task of packing up for the day. She watches her boy, clad only in his swim trunks, unruly obsidian curls bouncing at every movement as he fiddles and plays with his toys in sand.

A warm yet solemn smile painted her thin lips as she watched over her young one, seeing features oh so similar to her husbands. From his ivory skin and up to his emerald eyes, their son was but a copy of his father. The spitting image save for the too few features he had of her, like the scattered bloom of freckles that decorated the bridge of his small nose and cheeks.

He also seems to have gotten mannerisms eerily similar that of his father, despite the brief and few memories he had of him in their short time. The pick at his hands and furrow that would rest on his brows whenever he was confused or sad was just so like her husbands. It brought an overwhelming need to be protect him from the dangers of the world, but she knew that as he grew, she won’t be able to protect him from everything and the best she could do was to teach him how to protect himself. But as of now, she would do just about everything to keep him safe.

Just as the sun began to descend the horizon, the boy abruptly stood up and walked over to where his mother lay beneath an umbrella, clutching tight on the offering he wished to show his mother.

‘Mama!’ he called out as he reached near her.

‘Yes, my darling?’ she replies warmly.

‘Wook at what I found mama’ he urged for her to look once he reached the tail end of her towel, plopping down on her lap, causing her to grunt at the sudden weight while he thrusts his hands to her face, the offering in question presented. She moves to sit up, the young boy still in her lap as she adjusted her position and lifts her Ray-Ban’s to her head so to properly see whatever it was he so wanted her to well, see.

In his small hands, lay a green sea stone. Big enough to dwarf the small hands of a child like his own yet still small in the eyes of others. It rests softly in her son’s palms, smooth surfaced, and tinted seafoam, she understood why it would pick at her son’s interest.

‘That is beautiful love’ she praises, earning a prideful look from the little boy, his chest puffing out as his grin stretched much like a Cheshire cat. It earned a hearty chuckle from the mother, watching her son’s actions. Joyous and confident, much like how his father was before.

‘May I?’ she asked and once a nod was returned, she plucked the stone from his hands, holding it up to the sky. She hoped that what was left of the day was enough for the light to pass through the translucent glass and it did. The stone glowed bright like the waters before them.

A look of awe shaped the boy’s face, his mouth hung open as he stared at the rock, but the mother’s gaze only strayed for a bit before turning back to her son. The look on his face made every hardship worth it and yet again, it brought another wide grin to her face.

Pressing a quick kiss to his temples, she gave the rock back to him and still, he stared at it as if it contained magic. Taking the moment with his attention pre-occupied, she brushed away the sands stuck to his skin, from his face to his pale torso, she brushed away as much as she could, but the rest would have to be washed away when they get back to their room.

Speaking of which, she glanced at the sun, the sky a canvas of pinks, oranges and violets as the sun sunk down low enough and it now meant that it was time for them to pack up and head back inside.

Her gaze lingered in the horizon until a tiny voice called her back.

‘Mama’ the child called for her.

‘Yes dear?’

‘Do you think papa would wike this?’ he asked, turning her attention back to him. There had been few and brief times that his father was asked about and often this was the question asked. The other times he’d ask were always of his father’s character. Stories of the man were told and a picture of him was kept among the boy’s things as a remembrance, but it had been a long while since he’s asked of him again.

She stared at the orbs identical to her son’s fathers and she couldn’t help but think of him. His charming smile, his careful touch, his loving gaze, and intoxicating smell. She longed to be back in his once safe arms, but she couldn’t, and that truth is to be accepted.

‘Yes he would luv’ she answers. The truth was, knowing her husband, he’d love anything and everything their little boy gave him. From a card on Father’s Day and his birthdays down to a piece of cereal the boy had been eating, the man would have been grateful for anything his boy gave him.

‘Bwilliant’ he murmurs, and she just knows he will keep it safely stashed amongst the other things he thinks his father would like. It warmed her heart to have a son so kind and giving. It made her proud that he was growing up to be as so and she just hoped her husband would be as well.

‘Alright darling, we have to go pack up now. Go get your stuff and then we can go back to the room so you can have a bath and then dinner’ she explains to the young boy, tucking away the curtain of curls that hid his face behind his ears before cupping his cheek and giving his little button nose a kiss, causing him to giggle in her hold, his face scrunching up. ‘Alright?’

‘Okay mama’ he nodded to her command and set off to get his toys and treasures from the sand. Watching him pick up his stuff, she began to pack up as well. Tidying up the drinks and towel she had brough and place them in her bag before brushing off the bit of sand that stuck to her skin before putting on the blue summer dress atop her swimsuit for when they head back to their room.

The boy trudged back to her with a heavy bucket in hand and his kiddie camera slung around his neck. The bucket nearly overfilled with all the stones and shells he collected, along with the beach toys he used to make the castle.

Dropping it with a heavy grunt, the boy huffed and puffed at the exertion, causing his mother to stifle a laugh yet still a sound managed to escape, her hand immediately flying to muffle the sound but seeing it went unnoticed, she relaxed and dropped it.

‘A bit heavy love?’ she asks.

‘A wot heavy’ he says, emphasizing the word like a true drama king. Wonder who he got that from?

‘Alright. Now, do you want to wear a shirt before we go back?’ she asks, offering him the top he wore earlier.

‘No tank you’ he declines, shaking his head.

‘Alrighty then’ she puts his shirt back in the bag before slinging it on her left shoulder and picking up the castle shaped bucket (which did weigh a lot, no wonder her son panting) with her left hand. Her right: out in offering for the young boy to hold as they slowly walked back to their hotel.

‘Did you have fun today?’ the mother asked as the walked along the beach.

‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ he shouted in enthusiasm, jumping up and down. The mother could only smile at the boy’s joyous behaviour, glad that she could give him fun memories to look back on.

The rest of their walk was filled with conversation about what the new thing’s he discovered about the sea life, the castle he so artistically constructed and the promise of coming back here another day and by the time they reached the lobby of the resort, the mother could see how the exhaustion of the day was taking a toll on her little boy.

‘Ahh, Miss Ackland’ Mr Birch, the evening manager greeted from behind the reception ‘good day I presume?’ he questions, noting how tuckered out her normally energetic son was started to sag against her. With a brief glance to the boy and a small chuckle, she nodded.

‘Yes, it was good day. Especially for this one’ she replies, rubbing a thumb over the hand in her grasp, hoping to at least rouse the child until he’s eaten dinner.

The man chuckles a bit, seeing how unresponsive the boy is to her attempts. ‘My, the young tyke seems real knackered.’ he comments with an accent much like her own yet the way the words flow so smoothly would have anyone wrapped in a trance,

‘Yah well, all day out in the beach seems to do that’ she responds politely.

‘Well, best not keep you from your young one and leave you to it. Have a nice evening miss.’ he bids her well off with a gentle smile that would leave any woman with a common-sense to a puddle, yet she has her immunity, and she power through with it.

‘Actually, would you mind sending some food to our room in 15, 20 minutes? We haven’t had the chance to get some dinner and I’m hoping to feed at least a little into him before he’s off for the night.’ She requests of the manager, really wishing to at least have her boy a few bites before going dead to the world.

‘Certainly miss.’ He dutily responds, already picking up a phone to call the kitchen ‘Just the usual ma’am?’ he asks of the meal, turning to her with the phone to his ear.

‘Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you Mr. Birch’ she says with a kind grin, faintly hearing his conversation as mother and son walked away.

‘Yes, to the Amphitrite suite in fifteen minutes… Thank you’.

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Once the pair arrived back to their room, the sun had finally set, casting a now dark canvas, littered with twinkling stars, though it went unnoticed to the weary boy who had let go of his mothers’ hand as soon as they entered and dropped with a thud on the chalk white cushions once he was near enough while his mother, Ms. Ackland, relieved herself of the heavy weight she had been trudging since the beach.

‘Leo’ she called to the boy softly, opting to not chastise the young one when he was already weary. ‘Come on darling. Quick bath and some dinner then off to bed, sleepy head’

‘But I’m not sleepy’ he whined, an indicator of his true predicament, even as he refuses.

‘Well, a quick wash and some supper then’ she bargained even though she knew he’d out like a light by halfway through dinner and when she received no response, she added ‘and we’ll also wash up the shells and rocks you collected, and you can sort through them after.’ And with that, his head shot up, his curls bobbing as he ran (well more speed walk than run) with what energy he had left to her side, awaiting for her instructions and wanting to get his bucket of treasures so he could wash them.

With the young one finally clean and sand free, dressed in his favourite dark blue pyjamas, they set off to the sitting room portion of the suite, just in time for room service to arrive with their supper. Since Leo had his attention to his rocks and shells (fully washed and draining on a colander borrowed from the hotel), his mother was the one that had gone to get the food, still wearing her blue summer dress since there wasn’t enough time for her to get cleaned herself but she planned on doing so after her little boy had gone to bed.

She thanked the room service and closed the door of the suite before fixing up the plate of food and brought it to where little Leo was pre-occupied, seemingly sorting the rocks by colour and size on the towel laid out before him while he let the shells dry out in the colander a little bit longer. She sat beside him, setting the plate a good distance away from his work area and began to feed her little man.

The rest of that time had been quiet, save for the thud of rocks on the whitewashed coffee table and the occasional murmur to open his mouth so the mother could feed him bites of the pork Souvlaki. In between bites, she’d offer her opinion, helping out a bit on his activity but not once has he said anything. Only responding in nods and a shake of his head, another symptom of his fatigue and true to her word, with the plate half cleared, she noticed the lack of hands working through the rocks and a weight leaning on her. Turning her head, she found the boy sound asleep, a rock he had been looking at still in his grasp but the lack of movement and the slow and steady breaths he let out was enough for her to know.

Pushing the plate aside, she carded a hand through his curls, making him curl up more beside her and all that did was take her back to when it was her husband that did the same thing. Head on her lap, she would comb through his raven locks and all that would do was press a face farther onto her stomach, arms wrapping around her waist so he could pull her closer.

This was most endearing when she has pregnant. Her beloved would whisper to her belly in a hushed tone. Her hand, as always, in his head of hair and when her nails would start to scratch at his scalp, a content sigh always left him before he burrowed in the warm mass of her stomach.

Thinking back, those were near the last good moments she had of just the two of them. A loving husband, doting and caring to his beloved wife as the two prepared the arrival of their little one. So cheery and full of life, once was he and now all she could help but do is miss those moments, let alone the man he was back then.

After a small while, the mother took the boy in her arms and having done this so many times before, it was an instant that the boy instinctively wraps himself in his mothers’ hold, arms circling her neck, legs locking behind her as he laid his little head to her chest, right over where her heart beat a rhythm that often lulled him to sleep. She planted a kiss at the top of his head, right on his unruly curls at she took him to the bedroom.

Laying him down in the middle of the queen-sized bed, she laid with him for a bit to make sure he would no longer stir before carefully untangling herself from his hold. She propped some of the pillows beside him, just to make sure he wouldn’t move to far to edge and fall and covered him with his blankie before deciding it was enough and she left the room, shutting the door quietly.

Taking a survey of the suite, she figured on tidying up and finishing what was left of supper before taking a shower herself, wanting to be rid of the day’s clothes and into her own pyjamas while she indulged on some wine in the balcony.

Nearly giddy at the thought, she set off in doing so and half an hour later, she emerges from the ensuite in fresh clothes, warmed somewhat by a thin green cardigan she put over.

The mother then set off to the kitchenette where a good bottle of wine chilled in the mini fridge. Now without any distractions or hesitation, she took a wine glass the concierge so kindly provided, and poured herself a hearty amount, tasting the aged, fermented juice and relishing at the thought of getting lost from her head for a few hours after a glass or two.

With the glass near empty, it was then that she remembered that she hasn’t even touched her phone nearly the whole day and seeing it sat on the counter, with a quick reach, she had it in her hand. She wasn’t surprised of the lack of notifications, so she set it down and finished the last of her glass’s contents. What did surprise her though was the call that connected a minute later, the familiar name on the ID catching her unexpectedly.

She answered the call before it dropped, wanting to hear from the man after a while of no contact.

‘Thor’ she starts, putting the phone to her ear as she poured herself another glass. ‘Long time’

‘Yeah, um. It has, hasn’t it?’ his deep voice grumbles through the phone’s speaker.

‘Five months to be exact’ she clarifies, bringing the glass to her lips and takes a sip.

‘Sorry, it’s just…’ he started to explain himself, but she cuts him off.

‘No. Don’t, don’t do that. Don’t say that. I could have called but I didn’t, and I am as much to blame’ she clarifies, regretting making the comment when she didn’t want to take apologies when she was just as much at fault as he was.

‘Right, alright. Um, where’s little Leo?’ he asks, diverting the conversation to the boy so to get out of that uncomfortable subject.

‘Ohh, he’s already in bed. Sorry. Had a long day’.

‘Wow, that early. It’s just a little before nine. Usually, he’d still be very active. Well from what I can remember that is.’ The blond man chuckles, remembering the nights he’d spend with the very energetic child.

‘Actually, it’s about ten before 11 here.’

‘Her- Wudduya mean here? Aren’t you in town?’ the man asks, clearly very confused and he sounds it and that is her fault.

‘Ohh, were in Santorini on holiday. Sorry, I haven’t informed anyone really and I would have you but-’ you haven’t called, and I couldn’t make the call myself the last bit went unsaid but the both of them knew.

‘Oh, okay. Alright.’ He pauses for a while, leaving a pregnant silence to fill until he did. ‘Well, is it good there?’

‘Very’ she responds immediately, uncomfortable by that gap. ‘it’s beautiful. The water, the architecture, the culture, the people, it’s absolutely wonderful.’ She describes, looking to the balcony where there was a perfect view of the sea. ‘Leo’s enjoying himself too. Playing in the beach all day, making sandcastles and he collects shells and rocks that take his interest and earlier he went about to sorting them, but the little man fell asleep halfway into dinner. Too worn out from the day to even finish his sorting.’ She giggles a bit, remembering how the little boy looked all curled up beside her.

‘Seems like you’re having a good time.’ The man responds, a bit despondent but she didn’t hear that.

‘We are.’ She says with a bit of pride ‘we are’ she repeats though this time she’s uncertain and dejected because a part of her is guilty. For actually having a good time and without the man she loves. And another part.. just wants him. To be here with them. To enjoy this with them but, we can’t have all we want now can we.

She faintly heard someone talking, someone angry and that was followed by the sound of the phone shuffling before she heard Thor again.

‘Sorry Em, could you hold for a minute?’ he requests, and she answers back yes but before she could ask anymore, he mutes.

She put the phone on speaker and set it down, taking a gulp of her wine and as promised, after a minute, he came and called her back.

‘I’m back. You still there?’

‘Yah’ she manages before swallowing her drink ‘still here. Everything alright?’ she asks, wondering who it was that was so angry (though she should have known).

‘Yeah. Everything’s just fine’ he replies, sounding out breath.

‘You sure?’

‘Yeah, absolutely. Terrific’ he says with far too much cheer, it annoyed her enough to know it was fake.

‘Thor.’ She says firmly, setting her glass down the marble counter ‘What’s going on?’ she demands sternly, using the voice she rarely would use to chastise Leo with when on bad behaviour, not wanting some half-arsed answer.

Again, a long of silence stretched on until with a heavy sigh, he began.

‘He’s in hospital again.’ He confesses and she shakes her head, knowing well who he meant. Irritated was she, evidently enough to pick up her glass and divide its contents into half.

‘He’s always in hospital’ she replies after swallowing, swirling the liquid around the glass and she watches in fascination, wanting to get her head from what he just said.

‘No. This is different.’ He presses, knowing the times he’s said this before were for minor and abrasive accounts.

‘What do you mean?’ she pesters, her voice now wobbly as a burst of possibilities swirled in her head.

‘He um- ‘he stops himself, swallowing the hard pill because knowing her, telling her this would only tear her apart. ‘He rang me earlier.’ That enough was a giveaway that something was wrong, the severity was the only missing piece. ‘He was in pain, and he could barely let out anything before he dropped the phone and groaned in agony.’ Her breathing hitched then, tears welling her eyes while her hand flew to her mouth. ‘I got to him as soon as I could, and when I found him, he was on the floor, in pain’ He hated repeating that but all he could do was relay the accounts of what happened as it was still all so fresh and hope he could filter it as much as possible. ‘I called for an ambulance and tried to get him to tell me what was happening, but he couldn’t even respond’ he chokes, remembering the sight and it flashes before his eyes, as if he was reliving the whole painful ordeal again.

Emma on the other hand, had tears quietly running her cheeks, hand still tightly clasped to her mouth for fear she would let out a sob that would not only alert Thor but Leo as well. Her mind ran rampant, creating images and images of her pained husband, lying helplessly in pain on the floor, asking for help to no one because of his solitude. Not knowing if he there was anyone coming at all.

Guilt held a tighter grip on her breaking heart as her mind convinced herself that it was her fault that he was alone. She should have been there. She shouldn’t have left. She should have taken care of him and maybe he wouldn’t be where he was if it she had just stayed and cared for him. But she didn’t and she wasn’t there when he was helplessly lying on the ground, wondering if the last thing he’d see was the dirt and bottles that undoubtedly littered the floors around him instead of his beloved wife and darling son.

She swallowed back the sob itching to escape her lips, desperate on not making a sound.

Her mind was taking a turn in the labyrinth it already was, taking her to unknown ends of painful scenarios her unyielding mind procures when she still doesn’t have the pieces to the whole story.

A creep of silence then went on for the benefit of both. Time for them to compose themselves before the once boisterous man continued.

‘The ambulance-’ he begins once more, though demurely ‘-arrived quickly. And they took him to the hospital immediately, seeing the state he was. Even the doctors didn’t know what was happening to him, but they gave him morphine for the pain.’ He somewhat assures and it relieves her a bit knowing he wasn’t in pain anymore. ‘They let him rest for a bit before they took him for tests. He’s resting now though. They’re keeping him for the night under observation but there was talk that the stay might be indefinite until they figured out what was wrong. Just in case another attack happened but you know him’ he teases lightly, not wanting to drown in the dampening mood this whole conversation, hell this whole ordeal has taken and neither did she so, she appreciates the lightening.

And she also knew what he meant. Her husband hated hospitals. Even stepping one foot inside churned his insides enough and being a patient? We’ll she knew enough to give her an idea of what happened.

It didn’t help her to think of his reaction to being told that he had to stay the night. Scared as he might have already been, the prospect of staying even longer undoubtedly terrified him and thus she concluded that he refused the longer stay.

Thinking of it, the only time he was at some sort of ease while in the hospital was when they took baby Leo for his newborn check up and even then he was anxious. The check-up had been a necessary. Just to assure the new parents that their little one was alright and properly checked on since a homebirth lacked that formality. The man himself had been the one to insist on the homebirth and Emma didn’t object to that, wanting to give the man a sort of peace as they brought their child to the world. His fears only eased once the doctor told them that everything is just as it should be about their newborn and there and only then did he relax as he rejoice on the fact that they had a health baby boy.

That clued her enough of his fear of hospitals and that information didn’t help her at all now.

‘The doctors are coming back in the morning for the results but after that, he insists on leaving’ he continuous to inform her, wary of her lack of response.

She hasn’t said anything since the start of his recount. Not a sound could be heard from her end of the line, and it unnerve him, making him check to see if the call was still on and it was. It took him a few good minutes, but he deduced why she was so silent.

He knew his sister well and the things he’s regaled to her… he just knew it was breaking her being apart.

‘Emma’ he called out, wanting to be sure he was still taking to someone. ‘you still there?’

‘yah’ she muttered, barely audible but he heard.

She had sunken to the floor, leaning against the counters as she pulled her knees to her chest, arms wrapped around them as she silently cried. Her phone still sat atop the island, her call with her brother-in-law still ongoing yet there she was, listening, tears running her cheeks as she listened to him describe the torment her beloved endured.

‘He needs you’ the man murmurs, pleading for his brother’s sake that she come back. He knew his little brother wouldn’t take it if these pains continued on and he feared the day he would give up. And without the person he loves most, the person that had been his solace long before, his rock and home, he is terrified of that end coming too soon.

The woman could only swallow at the man’s words before clamping a hand on her mouth and burying her head to her knees as an unrelenting sob escapes her. She had no control of it and the others that followed but she did have control of how loud they would come to so she did her best to make as little sound as she possibly could.

Try as she did though, Thor heard her. Muffled as it was, he knew that sound better than he liked to admit and not once did his heart break not break for her every time.

‘just… please come back’ he begs her once more, intending to end the call and leave her to some privacy. He stays on for a bit longer and just as he was about to press the end button, she called out to him, saying his name in an unsteady voice, congested and clear that she had been crying.

Two days she wanted to say. Give her two days and she would do everything she could to be there as soon as possible but what left her mouth wasn’t so. ‘Take care of him for me’ she pleads her own, on the brink of another fit of sobs but she held on till the call ended.

‘Always’ he responds before ending the call and with that her resolve crumbles.

Once again, her hand flies to cover her mouth, going in to cover and muffle the onslaught of sobs she had no hope of controlling but… they never came. Whether it was for some preservation for Leo’s deep sleep or her sudden inability to, they never come. What took its place though was a rush of tears and a heavy heart.

Leaning back on the limewashed cupboards, she let her tears run and her heart sink for she thought she deserved it. The guilt eating at her from the inside. Churning her stomach to knots and crushing her heart to shreds. It manipulated her. Turning her to the villain at the heart of this mess when she had done nothing but protect herself and her son from the tragedy that was once a happy family.

Her mind was a cruel and fickle thing. Making her believe the lies it comes up with and without the one person who knew how to lead her out of the labyrinth, she was lost. Facing every new dreaded possibility at every dead end without escape or clue on how to get out because the person that always led her to the exit, became the reason she was lost and missed it.

She didn’t blame him though. Despite what the others do, not once did she blame the poor tortured soul of her husbands’ because how could she. She could have helped him and stayed by him, just as she vowed but breaking that promise lost her the right to blame, not that she would.

In sickness and in health… clearly she didn’t hold her promise on that.

She drew her knees back to her chest, letting her heart wrench while a hand rose to reach for the bottle of wine that still sat on the bench. Once she got that down, Emma took a big swig right out of the bottle, never minding the glass she used before. Her only goal. To suffer and hope she’d be numb enough to stop the tears from flowing.

And that’s how she spent the rest of the night. Sat on the kitchenette floor of her suite, back against the cupboards as she let her tears dry out while burning a bottles’ worth of wine through her liver, letting her guilt and sorrow drape over her as it would a child under a tablecloth on Halloween.

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lokisprettygirl · 1 year

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

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Chapter 3

Summary : You obsess over the cuddle you shared with loki then you both share a joint together.

Warning: Smoking, recreational drug use, heat, so much of heat, bodyshaming comments, Loki being a soft baby, reader is insecure about her body, reader's mom is critical about her whole life, CUDDLING

Note : Song I used in this chapter. Now I know it was released in 2019 buttt I am going to use it anyways and you guys are going to ignore it the way we are ignoring TVA's existence. It also poetic in a way because time may or may not be linear in this fic 👀 Listen to the song first if you haven't, it's bomb, it's my go to whenever I'm drunk.

"Sooooo what does it mean if a guy cuddles you but you're not in a relationship or ummm dating or uhhh anything really" you asked your coworker Lyla. She was one of the trainers at the gym you were working at currently.

"Why are you asking? Are you cuddling with someone?" She asked you excitedly and you gave her a smile.

"Me? Cuddling? A guy? No no..noo no. Just a friend.. asking for a friend who's doing the cuddling..the cuddler is doing her i mean..you know what I want to say" She gave you a weird look as you said that.

"Yeah I figured..I mean aren't you allergic to men?" She rolled her eyes

"I'm…not allergic to men alright" you raised your voice so a few clients looked at you, the guy who had asked you out four times already did as well so you lowered your voice down a little "I love men..love themm like my own brothers and fathers and I hate the men hating we see these days" she gave you a questioning look as you said that. "Yeahh alright alright..just tell me what it means" you crossed your arms.

"What means what?" Attention span of a frog

"Man. cuddling... Friend?"

"Ohh yeah, tell your friend that this guy might be into her. I mean men usually don't initiate that sort of intimacy unless they're really into someone especially if it comes even before the sex does" she told you.

"Oh definitely no sex" you chuckled "That's what she told me"

You woke up this morning and you were squished against his body, completely squished all into him. Somehow you managed to get out of his hold without waking him up, though you did manage to fall down on your ass. What were you thinking rolling away from the bed that's the size of a toddler's cot?

He was a deep sleeper though and you just wanted to leave the apartment before he'd wake up but of course you bumped into him as you came out of the bathroom. He just smiled his usual angelic smile and wished you a good day at work as if you two didn't spend the night all squished together.

"How's the diet going? You seem even more chubbier today" you snapped out of your thoughts as you heard Lyla. She was an YouTube fitness model so she always stayed in shape and you ? Well you had tried to become one but nobody cared about the educational content you were making. You didn't have a response for her, you had been eating a lot of junk these days so this was clearly on you.

As you reached home after a long day he was watching something on the tv so you looked at the screen. He had a dark green tunic on that was probably made from some Asgardian fabric, a black trouser underneath, hair still wet from the shower.

"Captain released a statement that he had an altercation with me after I escaped, he claimed that I had morphed into him and was trying to steal the scepter"

"Whattt?" You looked at him confused

"Exactly what I'm saying. What is he talking about? I was here, I did not pretend to be him, as if I'd ever want to morph myself into him" you shook your head in disbelief as he said that. His accent always got thicker when he was excited or agitated.

"Why not? He's hot" He gave you the typical I don't think so look as you said that. You didn't understand a thing he was saying though.

"Something is happening..I clearly smelled the cologne of two Anthony Starks and now there are two Captains" you walked towards him as he huffed in annoyance, you placed your one hand on his shoulder to comfort him then you fluffed his hair up.

"Ummm how about you stop watching news? Let's start with that alright?" You grabbed the remote from him and turned the tv off, probably shouldn't have taught him to use it in the first place. He raised his brows in response, the crinkled lines on his forehead made you smile.

"I'm going to shower then you can do my lasagna" he smiled as you said that but you just heard yourself too "I mean we can eat each other" you took a deep breath after that mortifying slip up. Again. The cuddle sesh has infected your brain with some sort of virus "We can do…dinner..for fucks say" you mumbled as you stormed towards the bathroom.

Once you came out, you put on a tshirt and a pair of trousers. You could feel his eyes on you and it made you nervous.

"Do you wanna smoke weed or something?" You questioned him so he nodded immediately "Wow didn't have to convince you at all huhhh?"

"Is it a recreational mind altering herb? We have such herbs in Asgard, but it makes one rather foolish when consumed for a prolonged period of time, very detrimental for health" he said proudly.

"Ohhh your behavior makes so much more sense now you know" you chuckled as you looked for it in your closet and he rolled his eyes in response, he enjoyed this back and forth bantering with you.

You had two joints, where did the other one go? You made a mental note to look for it later because right now you just needed a moment of relaxation and distraction from that cuddling sesh you couldn't stop thinking about.

You came back to him and he looked at you curiously as you placed the end of the joint between your lips and lighted it up. The smell of the weed reached his sense, making him squint his eyes. Gah-dorable.

"Let's do it on the bed" you were saying all the wrong things today. You got off the couch and quickly hopped towards the bed. Oh he wanted to do it on the bed too, preferably the smaller one but he knew you didn't mean doing you exactly.

"So we can finally burn it down for good?" He retorted and you turned to look at him, feigning a hurt look on your face.

"It's my baby..how dare you?" he raised both of his hands up and took a step back "Because of the window..i don't want the smell to reach Mrs Geller" you said as you opened the window behind your bed "Okay the apartment in the front is still tenant-less..yayyy" you took a few hits and finally passed it to him. You didn't think he'd be able to smoke it because he just seemed so posh and regal and princely and you didn't think he had ever smoked anything in his life but turned out he was a pro.

You were already starting to feel the effect of it and you wondered if he did too? Passing the joint back and forth only made you hyperfocus on his lips. The lips that you wanted on--

"It is strong, though I never envisioned a lady like you to be into such a poisonous thing"

"It's just..grass " you said to him so he smiled, he was lying on the bed front side down, keeping himself all propped up on his elbows while you stayed seated with your back against the headboard "A grass that makes you feel floaty and drowsy.. besides I do it occasionally" That was probably a lie.

In order to avoid his intense gaze and that stupid smile on his face you decided to play music on your phone. Ofcourse you had to choose a song that screamed sexy.

Baby you can, ride it oh yeah..bring it over to my place

He put his hand forward so you passed the weed to him, he laid down on the bed as he took a puff. Did he actually want to burn the bed? You watched the smoke going up before it disappeared into the air.

And you be like

"Baby, who cares?"

But I know you care

Bring it over to my place

"Careful with the ashes" you said to him as you could see that it was about to fall right on his face. He suddenly clicked his fingers and you watched the particles of ashes beginning to drift in the air, as if that wasn't enough he made them light up again with his sorcery, it looked beautiful, reminded you of fireflies. You couldn't help but smile as you crawled on your knees to have a closer look, he sat up and watched that look on your face that he had come to adore so much.

You don't know what you did, did to me

Your body lightweight speaks to me

"Beautiful" you giggled as you tried to touch one of them.

"Isn't it?" He said so you looked at him. Always with the intense gaze.

I can make it hurricane on it

Hunnid bands, make it rain on it

Tie it up, put a chain on it

Make you tattoo my name on it,

You looked at him and his intoxicated eyes made you want to hide, this wasn't real right? You were just too high and romanticizing things. Yup

You took the joint away from him and he sat up, you were still holding it between your fingers when he grabbed your wrist and twisted it towards him. Placing the joint around his lips he took a longer drag and when he let it out it hung in the air as if he had made the time halt somehow, he waved his fingers around and you saw the smoke turning into the foggy portrait of a woman. It was a portrait of you.

It made your eyes well up with emotions that you felt were indescribable.

Make you cry like a baby, yeah

Let's GoPro and make a video

Shut the fuck up brown.

"I'm speechless"

"At last..Thank the norns" you gasped as he said that, you picked up a pillow and hit him a bunch of times but he wasn't even defending himself. He was just giving you that killer smile with every attack.

You don't know what you did, did to me

Your body lightweight speaks to me

"This was the best thing ever or what?" you huffed in excitement as you got off the bed.

"It is" he mumbled in his mouth as he watched the distance grow between you two. You were hungry now but he couldn't stop staring at you.

I don't know what you did, did to me

Your body lightweight speaks to me

The lyrics spoke to him, he had never felt such a yearning before, what were you doing to him? Whenever he wanted a sexual release he found it with an equally willing partner, but it was never filled with such palpable tension, he knew he didn't crave just sex from you. He was enchanted by you and he didn't know why. You were just a mortal, he have had his moments where he used to look down upon your kind once.

He still wanted to look down but only when you'd be on your knees in front of him with his co—

"Come here" you yelled from the kitchen space so he pressed a stop button on the filth that were starting to corrupt his head.

"Turn up the music ..I need it in my life yeahhh" you sang along and danced on your spot as you reheated the lasagna you had made. He made his way into the kitchen and leaned himself against the refrigerator as he watched you be goofy. You did funny over the top steps to make him laugh and your eyes teared up again as he threw his head back while laughing. Why were you getting so freaking emotional over him for doing such a normal thing? He was just another run of the mill alien god.

Wait what?

You both sat down to eat finally but you couldn't stop giggling, your phone has been continuously ringing so you picked it up.

"Hey mommm…mummmyy" you mumbled, her voice sounded unclear and then you noticed how you were holding the phone upside down.

"Are you drunk?" She asked you.

"Nooooooooo..what?" You were zoning out alot so you just hummed to whatever she was saying. You did remember that she would visit the day after tomorrow and you did feel worried about it especially with a certain god slash alien in your apartment but you figured you'd think about it tomorrow. As she hung up you relaxed again.

"Remind me to diet again from tomorrow, goddd she's sooo going to comment on it" you mumbled so he looked up from the book he was reading. It definitely wasn't from this planet.

"About what?"

"Me being fat"

"You're not fat"

"And you're the king of England" he tilted his head at the comment "Oh I thought we were playing that game where we had to tell each other lies"

He sighed as you said that.

"I would never lie to you" he said sincerely. He didn't appreciate how you felt so critical about your physicality. He understood it because he wasn't any better but he still abhorred that you felt this way about yourself.

"I'm not kidding, okay? The other day we were making this video at the gym where the male trainers were supposed to lift the female employees and this guy couldn't lift me because I have gotten so heavier than before" you blabbed as you put down the plate of lasagna after eating.

"Did you perhaps ponder over the fact that this male worker of yours is too frail to carry a woman?" He asked you

"Yeah righttt" you chuckled so he put his book down and got up, in a matter of seconds you were in his arms, didn't even have a chance to react.

"See?"

"Ohh shush..I'm sure you're strong enough to carry a rhinoceros"

"So this rhinoceros must be a small and dainty little creature from your planet i assume. Much Like a Cat?" You chuckled as he said that. As he put you down finally, you both brushed your teeths, separately. And then he conjured that princely bed for you. None of you were going to mention the cuddling right? Okay.

"I'm going to sleep on my bed tonight, okay? You take this" you laid down on your bed before he could protest or get an opportunity to manipulate you with his sad scrunchy brows.

The lights turned off but you couldn't fall asleep, how could you when you were thinking about him constantly? You had your back turned against him and that's why you didn't see it when he stepped down from his bed.

"It's strenuous for me to fall asleep on that bed, my body is habituated to this one" you heard his voice so you turned slightly to look at him staring at you, he looked giant from this angle.

"I'm not moving" you huffed and turned on your side again.

Your eyes widened as you felt the mattress dipping because of his weight.

"It is definitely acceptable for me" you gasped as you heard his voice behind you, you could feel his body next to you.

"What are you doing?" you turned to look at him so he placed his large hand on your cheek and shushed you up by placing his thumb on your lips. How dare he?

"Shhhhhh..now sleep" you were going to say something but his thumb went past your lips so your pulled your head back in order to slip the digit out of your mouth. He only chuckled in response.

"You're being inappropriate"

"Am I?" He responded as he scooted even closer and just like yesterday his arm went around your waist but before that he made sure to hook your leg over his own, he pulled you closer to his body and your breath quickened again. You can't handle such close proximity, it made you want to do bad things to him and with him. The bubbling scorching heat. Noooooooo

"Sleep well" he whispered as he placed his head over your breasts again, would he be able to feel your nipples getting erect? You'd die with embarrassment if he could. The vibrations you felt from his words went straight to your nether region.

"Can I lower the temperature?" He questioned you.

"What?"

"The temperature. May I please lower it down a notch?" Oh now he wanted to be polite?

"Yeahhh?"

The heat usually bothered him but he didn't do it for the heat this time, he just wanted you to submerge into him. He wanted you to be so close to him because he really did enjoy sleeping in your arms last night. It felt safe.

As it got colder you sneaked your arm under his head just like you did yesterday and he couldn't have been happier.

"This is better" his voice came out all whispery and it made you bite on your lips, you were so close to moaning his name or something at the least "Are you uncomfortable darling?" You gulped as he questioned. You have never been more comfortable in life but you weren't going to tell him that.

"Noooo"

"I know"

The audacity

He raised his thigh up a little and now his hard muscle was snuggled perfectly between your crotch. One flex and you'd probably burst into an orgasm. God you felt nasty, maybe his thoughts were pure unlike yours and he just wanted to cuddle.

Your other arm rested on your own body in an awkward manner so he brought his hand up and interlinked his fingers with yours. In what world was this an appropriate relationship between two friends slash roommates slash alien- human buddies? Maybe in Asgard it was.

Or maybe just maybe he was as touch starved for affection and these physical touches as you were.

Once your hormones relaxed, you were able to fall asleep, it wasn't that hard actually when you were holding onto this giant soft comfy teddy bear in your arms.

However you woke up to your door buzzing incessantly.

"Y/n? Y/n??" And you heard your mom's voice. Oh god.

"Get up get up get up" you tapped your hand on his chest and he smiled as he looked at your puffy little face before you yelled at him again.

"My mom is here..get upp" you said to him as you jumped off the bed and started to grab his clothes and other things he had scattered all over the place.

"You said she'd come tomorrow..as in tomorrow?"

"I know I don't know.. go hide in the bathroom or something please" you whispered to him. You didn't want her to think you had started to talk to yourself now.

"I can just make myself invisible"

"Whattttt?" Your voice got higher but you didn't have time to dwell into it at the moment.

He clicked his fingers and then he disappeared in the shimmery waves, took you a second to process it.

"I'm still here, you just can't see me" you took a deep breath as you heard his voice.

"Oh okay okay..stay quiet" you looked at him or at the spot he was before he disappeared.

"I'm next to you" you jumped on your spot as he spoke again.

You quickly made your way to the door and you were met with your mom's angry looking face.

"Hiiii..hey what are you doing here..you're..24 hours early" you hugged her and she looked at you confused.

"No honey. I told you yesterday that I'd come tomorrow"

"No you said you'd be here the day after tomorrow"

"No I said yesterday that I called you yesterday and you didn't pick up. I wanted to tell you that day that I'd be here the day after tomorrow" you looked at her confused as her words fried whatever working brain cells you somehow still had in your skull.

"Why it's so cold in here? Are you trying to freeze yourself" she shivered and rubbed her arms with her palms.

"Sorry..ummm how did you..who buzzed you in?"

"Ohhh i met your neighbor downstairs, Mrs Geller, what a nice lady, we had a cup of coffee" she said to you so you nodded. She looked around the house in disapproval. Well you were going to clean it today. You wondered where Loki was at the moment.

"Sooo how come you are here" she took a whiff, ignoring your question altogether.

"Is a man living here?" You burst out laughing as she said that..

"You're funny..so funny ..funny funny mom" she glared at you as you cackled like a witch "Why would you say that?"

She walked towards the sofa and grabbed the book Loki had left last night and it made you grit your teeth so harshly you feared they'd break.

"Since when do you read?"

"I uhhh mom –" she looked at you with and her eyes got teary with plenty of emotions.

"Ohhhh I'm so happy for you…finally you managed to keep a man? Oh Mrs Geller was right you're seeing someone" she hugged you tightly. Mrs. Geller needed to shut up one of these days.

"Mom–"

"Ohh by the way everyone is in Minesotta and I didn't bring them here because I knew your house would…look like thissss" she made a face as she looked around before she turned to you again "So we'll be here in the evening, just prepare a simple dinner okay?" She told you excitedly.

"By everyone you mean your boyfriend and his daughters that I love so much?" You gave her a tight lipped smile and she glared at you. The sarcasm definitely didn't sit right with her. It never did.

"He's my husband now.. it's been months, don't be disrespectful..okay I have to go..I'll see you in evening" you nodded as she said that. "Oh and bring that guy over, I'd like to meet him"

"Mom I just met him like two days ago" you lied to her so she thought about it.

"Doesn't matter..Just invite him for dinner"

As she left you put your head down on the door and sighed deeply.

You looked at Loki as he reappeared, he had a sympathetic look on his face. Fake boyfriend trope? Were you about to go through another rom com cliche?

Serves you right.

Now you couldn't wait for the dinner so the only decent friend you had in life could witness your humiliation by the hands of your step father, his perfect daughters and your own mother.

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Highland Fling: The Battlements [Avenger!/Kilted! Loki x Fem. Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (8) Suddenly Loki’s ‘True Scotsman’ comment makes a lot more sense. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Kilted! Loki. Language. "Friends" w/ benefits. Hostility. Jealousy. (w/c 2.8k)

The floor swayed as you squirmed on the god's shoulder, his grip tight beneath your ass as he kicked open the centuries-old oak door with a single shattering crunch. “Loki-” you gasped as he set you down carelessly, a harsh wind whipping your hair. You stumbled, reaching out and grabbing the rugged stone of the battlements, slick and cold.

It was raining. But it was Scotland, so of course it was. He stepped back silently while you adjusted to your unexpected surroundings. Something was different, and it wasn’t just Loki’s outfit.

You scanned the view from the battlements, realising that the parked cars and paved roads from earlier were inexplicably gone. Wild trees grew sporadically around the castle, untamed heather and bogs stretching across the landscape to meet unspoilt mountainous glen. Flashes of steel lay strewn as far as the eye could see, dull in the rays of sinking dusk behind a blanket of clouds. Helmets and axes and swords and banners lay abandoned amongst the vegetation, a wave of foreboding making your stomach churn. The air was heavy with the scent of copper. The scent of death. “Loki…” you whispered fearfully, whipping round to meet his contemplating stare. “There has been a battle…” he murmured, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He took three short steps towards you, punctuating each one with a single word. “Bloody. Short. Fierce.” “I...what is this?” you muttered, looking again across the impossible landscape and back to the kilted warrior in front of you. “A memory…” he growled, hot in your ear as his body pushed flush to yours.

The base of your back hit the stone, realising that instead of your fifties swing dress...it was now a dress of even greater vintage that you wore. Rough natural cotton hung loose around your body, a simple belt gathering in the waist. “A memory...” you repeated sceptically, frowning as Loki took a step back, letting you appraise him. His hair was longer now, rough waves hanging low and wild past his collarbone. Dark curls were gathered messily where they had dried, crusted with sweat and blood. Gone was the pristine kilt ensemble that hung so beautifully on his muscular body during the wedding; and in its place, a true highlander from the pages of history. Muted woollen tartan was slung around his hips, tears in the hem from wear and stains of mud and violence. Matching material was fastened in a sash around his shoulder, set with a jagged clan pin, a wide-buckled belt circling his waist pulled tight. A dark tunic hung undone, dulled silver buttons fastened beneath a thick utilitarian leather strap horizontal over his chest. Jesus fucking Christ you thought, feeling your breaths quicken as you lowered your eyes to take in the heavy boots caked with grime on his feet, cut off just below his bare knees. In his hand, he held a broadsword; fresh blood still smeared down its length. Your fingers grasped at the flat surface of the wall behind you, suddenly wondering how far it would be to jump. “Loki...I-”

He cast the sword aside with a clatter on the stone. One of his rough hands cupped your cheek, locking you in a devastating kiss as a growl rumbled in his throat. “You mocked me with your careless jibes, Agent...but you forget yourself.” he muttered, trailing his bloodied knuckles between your breasts. “You see only the god who lives in your inane fantasies and indulges your shallow needs. The one you think you can bend to your petty whims in your irritating naivety.” You gasped as his hand cupped between your legs, pressing up on your achingly wet core through the unfamiliar cloth. Nerves sizzled beneath his touch, adrenaline soaked pleasure eliciting a whimpering mewl from your lips. You bit down sharply, not wanting to give away just how arousing you were finding this whole ridiculous situation. “'Petty whims' is a bit rich coming from you...” you sneered, glancing over the side of the steep drop and back to his smouldering eyes. “I seriously doubt you were involved in anything as beneath you as a clan feud.” Loki hummed thoughtfully, watching your face as your eyelids fluttered shut beneath the movement of his palm. “Is that so?” he hummed. He rubbed his flattened fingers against your sex, the rough cotton of the dress tugging your delicate clit. “You know nothing, Agent.” he purred malevolently. “I am endless. I am a god. And I will ensure you do not forget whom it is who truly fucks you.” Loki’s parted lips caressed your earlobe, sucking roughly before giving it a sharp nip. His voice was course, staggering over every hushed word. “You could have a thousand lovers and each of their names would evaporate like smoke. Only I will remain.” “This is an illusion...Loki..like everything about you-” you stammered defiantly while bucking into his touch. Hard tendrils of hair grazed your cheek as he pressed you against the battlements with his kilted hips, malevolent rumbles simmering through his chest to yours. “Everything is an illusion” he groaned, stooping and gathering your dress in a fist before twisting it upward. “Everything but the pleasure that only I can give you.” Soft drops of rain hit your face as you turned it to the sky, dark clouds threatening overhead. Thunder rolled as you felt yourself grasp at his tunic, heavy metal buttons catching your fingertips as you tried to push it off his shoulders. “No need for that, lass” he gasped gruffly, hoisting you to sit on the wet wall of the castle. You wrapped your glistening forearms around his neck, seeing fat drops of rain slide down his cheekbones in slow motion. The dirt caking his face gave way, a line of fair skin revealed beneath each track as the raindrops hung on his jaw before falling below. He slid the fabric of your dress up your widened thighs, squeezing his hands around the soft flesh. “Are you afraid?” he goaded, feeling you tremble from the chill. You shook your head, fire in your eyes. He may be powerful, dramatic and fucking stubborn; you thought as your fingers pulled the thick fold of his kilt between your open thighs. But so am I. “Just cold.” you snapped, before pulling him by the sash into a ravenous kiss. The force sent you rocking backwards, leaning dangerously over the side of the battlements. Loki’s tongue jammed into your mouth, shallow pants slipping down the back of your throat. “Not for long.” he panted, pulling your lip between his teeth as sharp rain slapped against your skin.

Your fingers clawed at the thick wool of his kilt, delving beneath endless layers of folding fabric until you found what you craved. Loki let out a simmering moan as you wrapped the digits around his cock, furiously hard and hot in your grip. “See what you do to me, infuriating woman.” Loki grunted, pressing himself further between your legs. The fronts of his thighs were flush against the wet stone, his enormous cock dabbing your entrance. Loki tightened his grip on your hips, balancing you on the narrow parapet. The scratch of his kilt tingled your skin as you wrapped your legs around his waist, willing him to fill you already. “Does your other lover fuck you thus?” Loki purred, rubbing the wide tip teasingly between your folds. His hair had begun to soak through, sodden coils of darkness sticking to his sharp cheekbones. The heavy tunic he wore was damp, a heavy musk filling your nostrils as Loki edged himself inside with a low groan. Your eyes rolled back, arching against the feeling of Loki’s manhood squeezing past every inch of your manufactured resistance. “Does he make you feel like I do? Does he know how to fuck you like I do...” he goaded, before bottoming out with a guttural grunt. “Yes.” you moaned, the pleasure doubled as you relished the god’s confused growl of disapproval. He rutted harshly against your core, his primal possessiveness threatening to consume you both as your fingers grasped at the folds of tartan gathered over his thighs. “Liar.” he muttered through heavy breaths, pulling your hips forward deeper onto his throbbing cock. “You’d k-know...dickhead.” you gasped, as one of Loki’s hands left your waist and gripped the raised column of stone to your side. He propelled himself upward, punctured moans of pleasure rolling alongside the thunder in the distance as Loki made reality shift beneath the wave of his hips. A thick crunch sounded as a chunk of the pillar crumbled in his grip, the whites of his knuckles visible through the brownish crust of blood clinging to them. Crushed debris fell as his fingers loosened, staring at you with a violent lust. “I stood with this clan while they took back their rightful lands...this c-castle, their kingdom…” he grunted, throwing his head back. Rain fell relentlessly over you both, glistening on his brow scrunched to the sky. You yanked the tartan sash around his shoulder, pulling him into another messy kiss to shut him the hell up. He tore back defiantly, the pierce of his glare making you clench. “I slaughtered by their side. Stirred their passions for the injustice of their plight. Vengeance, Agent...is not a task I take lightly. Nor one I would embellish.” he growled, pumping his thighs upward to your tight heat. “And neither is pleasure.” “Oh g-god, L-Loki…” you moaned, bursting with the infectious gravitas of his words. He growled darkly, beginning to come undone as he sought balance against the pillar he’d almost destroyed.

“F-fuck you’re unbearably p-perfect, aren’t you...” he sneered, sinking his fingertips into one of your thighs wrapped around his hips. “Made for my cock, Agent. M-made to take my uhhh...faen...might.” You wound your fingers in his soaking hair, tugging it back the way you’d grown to know he liked. Nice and tight.

He hissed, baring his teeth. “Maybe you’re made to pleasure me, Laufeyson.” you panted, seeing his eyebrows slant as he danced on the edge of exploding deep inside your wet heat. “Or maybe not...I’m still waiting for you to go d-down on me, m-maybe you’re not as gifted as you...uhhh..think.” The rough wool of his kilt chafed your inner thighs as he quickened the pace, your fingers digging into his scalp. “How dare you.” he spat through gritted teeth, drool gathering at the corners of his mouth as he fought release. “That act requires a certain level of...oh, fuckme. That’s it. That’s.it...-level of trust. Do you t-trust me now, Agent?” Your head fell back, feeling yourself hover dangerously over the side of the battlement held only by Loki’s hand around your waist. He lowered you further. The drop must have been more than fifty feet, but you didn’t care. A primal orgasm was bubbling like a tide, walls beginning to spasm around the thick cock pulsing maddeningly inside your traitorous cunt. “Loki..” you panted, a whimper getting lost on a particularly strong gust of wind as rain whipped your cheeks. “Do you trust me?” he repeated loudly, hair plastered across his glistening forehead. “I don’t know!” you cried, as you squeezed your eyes shut. “Well, let’s find out, shall we?”

Suddenly his hand was gone from your waist, placed on the column at his other side. Loki’s arms were spread like he was sitting on a throne, kilt drawn askew as he continued to fuck you mercilessly over the side of the castle in the midst of the howling storm. You tightened your legs around his waist as he edged you backwards, nudging your lower back closer to the wall’s limit. You felt too fucking good to be afraid. The curve of your ass scraped against the wet stone as Loki’s fingertips sank into the slippery flesh of your thighs. If he wanted to, he could flip me right off this wall and I couldn’t stop him, you thought with a surge of adrenaline; another devastating wave of pleasure rolling through your body. It was an out of body experience, and you were suddenly aware your hands travelling up your dripping neck, pressing against your temples before stretching over your head into the darkening gloom. “Agent.” Loki panted, a tinge of alarm in his voice as your hips juddered against him; willing him to go faster. A harsh wind blew, wet needles buffeting against the delicate skin of your outstretched arms. One hand gripped the other wrist as you slid back on forth on his cock, guided by the god holding your thighs as your head fell back. Limp. I guess I do trust him, go figure; you thought, before everything went blurry. Blood thundered in your ears as you came with a strangled yell against the wind, clamping desperately as your pelvis pressed down on the angle between you. “Fuck. Agent.” Loki growled, before falling apart with a thunderous roar. You craned upward to catch a glimpse of him, silhouetted against the turret. His hair was a black slick, beads of rain coating his lashes which rolled down his jaw. From this angle, he was a god; positioned between your spread thighs while he milked every drop of himself into your willing pussy.

The tartan sash had slipped down his shoulder, the thick leather strap diagonal on his chest straining against the pressure of his obscenely powerful climax. Veins in his neck stood taut, that bladed jaw pointed upward as he moaned your name towards the moon, shrouded by malevolent cloud. He fell forward. A final shudder accidentally jolting your ass over the edge of the battlement with a wobble. “Loki!” you gasped, hands flying to grab onto him just as his own snapped to your waist. Your fingers wound in the thick kilt fabric covering his thighs, now thoroughly sodden. “Apologies.” he murmured weakly as you scooted towards him.

“So much for trusting you.” you huffed, releasing a hand from his kilt to peel the soaking dress down your thighs. “Not so fast…” he hummed, halting the movement. “Loki it’s freezing.” you said half-heartedly, curiosity making your stomach flip. The kilted god silently sank to his knees, pushing your trembling legs wider apart. “Hold on to the pillars…” he murmured, nodding to the high portions of battlement on either side of you. You raised an eyebrow sceptically. “Just do it.” he snapped, rolling his eyes before latching his mouth on the inside of your knee. You did what he asked. Loki’s tongue was deliciously warm against the chill. It moved in massaging waves, every torturous inch accompanied with a graze of his teeth as he worked up the leg. You squirmed, feeling his hot seed beginning to weep from your entrance. From previous experience, you knew there would be a lot of it. You gasped as his tongue found your pussy with one soft, wide lick from the base of the stone to below your clit. A muffled groan of satisfaction sounded from between your thighs, the scoop of his muscle dipping inside your messy heat. Collecting himself. Loki withdrew, licking his lips with a coy smile. “It’s quite the delicacy, Agent. You really should try it.” Of course he loves the taste of his own cum. You tilted your head, trailing a thumb against the corner of his mouth as it twitched.

“You missed a bit.” you murmured, before bringing it to your lips. Loki watched in fascination as you sucked it clean, making sure the hollow of your cheekbones planted the image you wanted it to in his mind. You were sure you saw him flinch. Loki’s eyebrows raised expectantly. “It’s alright.” you shrugged, watching his lip curl in a knowing smirk. It was fucking delicious, and he knew it. Like liquid ambrosia. With a hint of...vanilla? You made a mental note to procure a full serving. Without breaking eye-contact, he lowered again. You gripped the stone pillars on either side for dear life, eyelids fluttering shut as he licked another wide stripe through your folds. His lips fastened around your clit, sucking gently as his soft moans vibrated against your slit.

Loki’s tongue swirled in every way you didn’t know you needed, each skilful bob of his head making your eyes roll back. His tongue flattened, lapping with more finesse than you thought possible.

Hell, he actually is amazing at this. Shit, you thought regretfully before a loud whine of his name filled the air. You rocked into him, the urge to push his angular face further into your desperate pussy almost overwhelming. Sighs of pleasure wafted over his head as you tangled your hand in his soaking hair, lost in the feeling of him buried between your open thighs. “God...Loki...y-yes...more, don’t st-” And suddenly, it was gone.

Your head snapped up, brow furrowed. “That’s enough for now.” Loki said abruptly, the kilt sticking to the outline of his thighs as he stood and extended his hand.

“I told you...I never lie about vengeance. Or pleasure.” The skin around his mouth was sticky with your wetness, taunting evidence of his upper-hand. "Especially when it comes to my...gifts, as you so kindly noted." The audacity of this motherfuc-, you thought as you hopped down from the battlements, ignoring his offer. The sodden dress clung to your curves, hair plastered in thick tendrils to your skin as you gave Loki your steeliest glare. “Next time, darling.” Loki quipped mockingly, unable to contain his mirth at your annoyance. “Who says there’s going to be a next time?” you muttered under your breath. Loki moved his hands together, a pale glow beginning to radiate from them as the illusion began to break. “There’s always a next time, Agent.” he chuckled, as a blinding light began to bubble between his palms. “Trust me.”

To be continued in Crossed Swords Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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clandestineloki · 2 years

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cw: tub sex (slightly big tub fit for two people and loki's monster cock), fingering, praise kink, overstimulation, soft but mean!dom loki, subspace subspace subspace

"ssh," loki chuckles, kissing your forehead and laying you down, his cock sliding out of your spent hole. you whimper, sensitive from all the orgasms he just gave you.

"i know, i know, i did very well," he teases, knowing you don't have the strength to hit him with a pillow. you laugh, though, and your chest heaves as you catch your breath, your thighs still twitching from overstimulation.

loki giggles, brushing some of your hair back as he kisses the spot under your eye. "i'll get to running you a bath, dear. get some sleep for now, little dove~"

you smile and nod, and he puts on a pair of pants as he heads into the bathroom.

a few seconds pass and you suddenly get this impatient feeling, one where you want him to come back and smother you in kisses and whispers and hugs and all the love he can give... what is this? why are you suddenly so clingy now?

whatever it is has you hopping off the bed and picking up your robe, tying it around your waist as you walk to the bathroom, half-hiding by the door frame as you meekly watch your lover turn on the tap to fill the tub, his back to you as he waits for it to fill up.

it's quite fascinating to watch him do this, you've never seen him set up your bath before. usually you fall asleep or are just too weak to get up, so you have no idea what loki does that makes these baths so relaxing.

he fishes through the drawer and pulls out a jar of flower petals, scattering them in the water.

it makes you think of how well he takes care of you, always insisting it's the least he can do to repay you for "being such a sweet angel" and "obeying him like a good girl". though you protest every single night, he never seems to give in, pressing a finger to your lips to silence your whining.

you peek a little more as he takes a scoop of some bath powder and salt and pours it in the tub, a light fizzing sound tickling your ears sweetly.

loki stretches, groaning lightly as his back muscles tense, and he turns to you.

"oh, hello there~"

he grins cheekily, and you gasp, almost darting off in embarrassment, ashamed you got caught. but he's quicker, and vanishes from his spot just as you feel two arms wrapping around you from behind.

"loki-!" you yelp. he laughs loudly, lifting you up over his shoulder and lightly squeezing your butt. you squeal, only making him more amused.

"there we go," he huffs, setting you down on the counter. "now, what is my darling, sweetheart, pretty angel doing out of bed?" he pecks your lips, waiting for an answer.

"i just wanted to watch you," you mumble.

"mm." he nods, though he doubts that's all to it. "this came unprompted, love?"

"yeah," you hum, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer. "just wanted to see you."

he tilts his head curiously as you sink into his bare chest. "you just wanted to see me? it hasn't even been a minute."

you don't reply. he senses something a little different in the way you act, but he pulls back, kissing your nose and lifting you up into a princess carry anyway.

"well, do you still want the bath?"

you nod, clinging to him tighter. he sighs fondly, making his way to the tub and setting you down in the foamy water.

god, it feels super warm against your sore hips and legs. you whimper in satisfaction, sinking further into the tub as loki laughs.

"feels good, baby?" he asks, and you nod, ever so grateful.

loki takes off his pants, sitting down behind you and sighing in relaxation.

he opens his eyes and laughs when he sees you almost fully soaked in the water, sighing again at the refreshing feeling. you rise back up, eyes squinted, hair wet and covered in orange petals and he internally swoons at just how cute you are.

"how are you feeling?" loki asks, moving to hover above you.

"okay," you mumble shyly, smiling up at him.

"just okay?" loki kisses your neck, reveling in the way you try to hide your tiny noises of pleasure.

his fingers trace your thigh as he sucks at your sensitive spot just under your jaw.

"well, i hope you can take my fingers for just a bit more, i'd like to give you a little... reward~"

your eyes widen as you feel his fingers just barely grazing your most sensitive areas. "reward? but we- we just-"

"ssh," he soothes you, nuzzling into your neck. "i know, but i can't help it when you're being so good for me."

he reassuringly squeezes your hand, before pushing your chest so you fully lay back on him. "stay still for me, angel."

"o-okay," you mumble, and he laughs, playfully nipping your cheek, then tracing his tongue over it and doing it again while his fingers slowly work their way inside you.

"is that alright?" he asks lowly, his fingers completely still inside you as he gauges your expression.

you whimper, his voice making you pulse around his digits. "still- still okay," your legs twitching from the slightest stimulation.

loki chuckles, his kisses moving slowly towards your ear as he sucks harder, seeing that you're already so sensitive. he can't not milk you until you're crying, he just can't, you're just too irresistible.

he feels you weakly grip his thigh the moment he moves his fingers inside of you. this must feel heavenly for you, he thinks with a smirk, as you shiver and mewl weakly.

"loki-!" you cry softly, eyes burning with pleasure as he nudges at your sensitive spot again and again. he goes in deeper, eliciting another broken whimper of his name as a singular tear leaks from your pretty, glassy eyes.

you come within seconds, already so sensitive from earlier, and in the perfect headspace for a single touch to make you go crazy and mumble little loki, pleases, and sob softly, no more-

"hmm? more?" he asks teasingly. he knows what he's doing to you, tiring you out until you can't object so he can towel you off and bring you back to bed and use you as his cute little cocksleeve until you pass out, dripping with his essence and twitching in pleasure, the pillows wet with your tears.

he knew what you wanted from the start, even before you did: from the moment he saw your tiny frame in the bathroom doorway. that meek energy he could practically feel, the shy submissiveness in your eyes that he knew all too well, that gives him the sign to make you forget anything but his name and the way he makes you feel.

he's built it up all this time: pampering you and treating you so delicately, kissing you and praising you until you ultimately melted in his arms and gave in to that warm feeling blooming inside you.

it's all planned, except for the way his heart beats so loudly whenever you do anything so adorable.

that's new every single night.

that's why he makes sure to only ever give you the best things, like a nice, soothing bath and more orgasms than your poor little hole can handle.

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moonyswritinq · 2 years

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looking at you — loki laufeyson x male reader oneshot

❝ LOOKING AT YOU ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ Yours and Loki's relationship had always been made up of remarks, rude comments and arrogant opinions. An Asgardian ball brings more than you bargained for and you are finally confronted with your feelings.

PAIRING ➢ loki laufeyson x male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ nemesis to lovers, gay reader, flirting, fluff, angst ish?, hurt then comfort, cursing, tension, banter, kissing, implied sexual content, rude comments, reader's sexuality assumed, reader's brother's name is Theodore, kinda? dark backstory for reader, maybe slight ooc Loki, ODIN !!!, takes place before Loki finds out he's a Laufeyson so that is why he is Odinson, just two giggly gay men being in love

WORD COUNT ➢ 4.1 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ references reader as you, y/n and y/l/n! finally, i bring you all a male reader fanfic! i've been trying to finish this for ages and i'm so happy i finally got it done. this is for you, Phillip <3

MASTERLIST

The first time you visited Asgard you were blown away by it. The colours, the people, heck, even the damn cobblestones seemed magnificent. It was all so much brighter than you were used to. Growing up, you’ve lived in your family home, passed on from generation to generation. It’s a dark and depressing house that somehow always manages to press onto your lungs, trying to suffocate the soul out of you. You were so used to the darkness that when you travelled to Asgard with your family it felt as if you could for the first time breathe properly.

Perhaps the earliest thing you remember in your life is the portrait in the living room. The windows are tall, yet the sunlight never seemed to reach the room inside, always casting the house in an eerie shadow. You remember sitting on the stool, having been told to stay still. Afraid to move. Afraid of the consequences of disobeying your mother. Theodore, your older brother, towering beside you, your mother’s hand on your shoulder. A predator setting its claws in its prey.

It’s been that way your whole life. Always staying in Theodore’s shadow — which you didn’t mind, really, because it meant your mother’s focus was on him and not on you. That didn’t let you off the hook completely, though. No, your mother has always been breathing down your neck about proper behaviour and the future and what you should and shouldn’t do. Your father isn’t much better; a figure you rarely see and when you do it is just to agree with your mother and remind you of the future legacy.

Suffice to say you desperately needed to get away. Theodore was to be wed to some lady of Asgard and the pressure was now on you to find a bride of your own as well. As if you’d ever let that happen. He suggested to your parents that he would take you to an Asgardian ball coming up and take the opportunity to introduce you to his fiancé. Somehow, your parents let you two go alone. Thank the gods. The last thing you needed was your parents hanging over your shoulder all night.

Magnificent.

Magical.

Absolutely, impossibly, beautiful.

The only words you could describe Asgard with. The golden city is glittering in the setting sun. You don’t even mind that it blinded you. Your breath is knocked out of you every time you see it — as if you’re gazing upon it for the very first time. You and Theodore made your way down the rainbow bridge, swallowed by the sea of revellers also wanting a taste of the Asgardian castle. You were clothed in the finest suit you owned, black fabric hugging your frame and trying desperately to avoid the other people. You scowled as an intoxicated woman brushed up against your arm, almost spilling her entire drink.

“Watch it,” you snapped. She gave you a dark glare and turned to leave, quickly getting lost in the crowd

“Bastard.”

Theodore rolled his eyes. “Would it really be too much to ask for you to not act like an asshole tonight?”

You gave him a sideways glance, cocking your head. He just sighed and urged his feet forward. It wasn’t that you hated being here — you would much rather attend a ball than stay in that awful house another second. But that didn’t mean you were happy to be here — it isn’t your life. This was sunlight and glamour and blooming flowers in the spring. You were rain and quiet and a book on an autumn afternoon.

Besides, there was a particular man you were hoping to avoid. You didn’t need tonight to get any worse.

You passed the gates, your head thrown back admiring the walls. They really liked gold, huh? Your brother tugged on your sleeve, urging you forward.

“Why in such a hurry, brother dearest?”

He chose to bite back his reply, knowing you couldn’t help yourself. One day that tongue of yours was bound to get you in trouble. He led you through the giant doors, held open to welcome the stream of guests. Flowing gowns, extravagant costumes, silken robes: they were all a blur of colour in the great hall. It stretched down opposite the great doors, ending in a golden throne. God, these people really were excessive.

The floor was a shining mix of white marble and golden threads that stretched to the walls and climbed upwards, towards the roof. If you looked closely, you could see the golden threads shining faintly and moving very slowly, as if the dancing gave life to them. An easy illusion, you could clearly determine, but a beautiful one for the simpler eye.

Theodore started down the hall, pushing his way through the dancing crowds. You hurried after him, afraid you’d lose him in the blurring colours if you stood still for too long. That wouldn’t be the worst thing, though, you realised.

This really wasn’t your scene. You usually felt like a black spot in the midst of movement, a token misplaced, compared to every other gentleman in the halls. A shadow hiding in a dark corner. But not tonight. Tonight, it felt as if a hundred eyes were fixated on you, watching your every move. You threw a glance over your shoulder, trying to ease the fear of someone staring at you. It didn’t go away.

Theodore was leading you towards the throne. Oh, no. That’s the completely wrong way you wanted to be walking. You tried to signal Theodore, but he ignores you and keeps walking. God, he’s stubborn. It’s too late now anyway. You could feel the eyes of Odin, king of Asgard, on the two of you, approaching with raised chins and well-kept smiles.

“Welcome, honoured guests!” His smile was wide and his eyes alight with amusement. Despite the warm exterior you couldn’t help but shiver at his penetrating gaze. Something about him put you off. “Theodore y/l/n, I am delighted you could attend tonight’s ball.” His eyes shifted to you. “And I see you brought a guest.”

“Oh, yes, this is my younger brother, y/n.” Theodore bowed his head at Odin. Beside him, stood Frigga, the Queen of Asgard, who nodded back. “I wanted to introduce him to my betrothed — with your permission, of course.”

You shot a sideways glance at him. Who even was this bride?

“Of course,” Odin’s voice boomed. He gestured to a guard and muttered something in his ear, who in turn bowed deeply, almost touching his toes.

You rolled your eyes. The disgusting ass-kissing apparently wasn’t excluded from the halls of Asgard. A lady came forwards, taking your brother’s arm and smiling up at him. You cocked an eyebrow.

“y/n, this is my betrothed, Cassandra,” said Theodore. She smiled at you, offering you her hand. You glared at it but didn’t make any effort to take it. Your brother cleared his throat at her faltering smile. “I am so happy you finally have the chance to meet.”

“I am too,” said Cassandra. “Theo’s told me so much about you, y/n.”

You crossed your arms, glancing at your brother, knowing fully well that all you had known about her before this day was that she was a woman. “Yeah, you too.”

Theodore bent down to Cassandra’s ear and whispered something you couldn’t and frankly didn’t have any interest in hearing. She left with a small smile, her sage gown fluttering behind her.

“What the hell was that?” hissed Theodore. “Can’t you behave for more than one minute?”

“I don’t know, can I?” You raised an eyebrow defiantly at him. He gave you a flat look and you threw your arms out in exasperation. “Come on, I greeted her, I talked to her — what more do you want from me?”

“You barely said more than two words to her!” Theodore pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “You didn’t even try.”

You gave him a flat look. “I didn’t need to try to know I don’t like her.”

Theodore’s gaze pinned you to the spot. You looked away from it, trying to ease the squirming feeling. “This is important, y/n, not just another childish game.”

“I am offended by that.” Another look. You rolled your eyes. “Fine, I’ll try.” At that exact moment, Cassandra returned to her spot beside your brother.

She fixed you with a look, tilting her head. “If you keep rolling your eyes like that they will get stuck. We wouldn’t want you gazing into the back of your head for the rest of your life, would we?” she said, a smirk on her face.

Your eyes widened, glancing between her and your brother. He smiled, giving you a knowing look. Your smirk grew as you leaned forward. “And why wouldn’t we want that, m’lady?”

“Then you wouldn’t be able to see my punch coming.” She pouted, but her eyes shone with amusement. “Not really a fair fight, is it?”

You chuckled, leaning back on your heels. “Maybe I do like this one, after all.”

“What did I tell you, brother?” laughed Theodore. You dipped your head, smiling.

“Yes, yes, you were right—“

Your words faltered when the princes of Asgard walked into the hall, every eye turning to them. Thor, his blonde hair almost glowing in the fiery light, a charming smile on his face, walked towards the throne. He shot every person he passed a wide grin. Beside him walked his younger brother — the menace, as you liked to call him. His dark hair slicked back in loose curls, framed his green eyes. A thin smirk played on his lips as he made his way towards you, and when his eyes found yours you could see the mischievous glint in them. You let out a deep sigh and had to fight the urge to roll your eyes at his growing grin. Smug bastard.

“Father, mother,” announced Thor, bowing slightly at the king and queen, his brother following suit. He turned to your brother and Cassandra with a smile. “My lord, my lady.”

Theodore clasped Thor’s forearm, bringing him into a hug. He muttered a few words into the other man’s ear, to which he smiled. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t see why I am required to be stuck here with a far from desirable company.”

“Pleased to see you too, my dear y/n,” drawled Loki from his spot beside Thor. You mouthed an ‘I hate you’ before raising an expectant eyebrow at your brother.

Theodore rolled his eyes. “Brother, you know the whole reason why you’re even here.”

Loki’s ears perked, suddenly standing up straighter. “Oh, is there some delicious y/n drama I hear? Pray tell, darling.”

“Shut up,” you warned Theodore, sending a glare to him. You’ve never felt a connection with women, no matter how beautiful or quick-witted or intelligent. None of them made you feel that spark, that fiery feeling you knew should be in your chest. Something to make you desire them, want them. You wanted to feel it — so badly. Your brother didn’t know it, but you knew you would never find a suitable wife.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Loki, leaning back on his elbows against the throne, a confident smirk on his lips. He wasn’t wearing his usual gold and green armour but had opted for a subtler dark green suit with gold accents, the laces open at the collar. The firelight from a nearby chandelier danced across his face, shading the edges of his jaw. Your eyes jumped between his features, drinking in the collected demeanour on his face, his cool gaze turning to you.

Your eyes immediately turned away, feeling your cheeks start to burn. Wait, why were you flustered? You’ve never particularly liked Loki. He was stubborn and arrogant and infuriating. He always knew exactly what buttons to push to get you enraged. Your relationship was strictly confined to petty remarks, rude comments about one another and endless teasing banter. You couldn’t change that because of some idiotic emotions.

Thor walked up the dais to the throne, a woman by his side. He introduced her as Jane Foster, the person he was courting. Odin gave him a look you couldn’t decipher before his eyes turned to Loki. The orchestra started playing a lively waltz, the music curling around every person in the room.

“Loki, you should follow your brother’s lead,” said Odin, “Find yourself a partner.” You didn’t miss the glance Loki sent your way at those words.

“Actually, I would rather not,” he drawled, rolling his eyes. “I much prefer the life of an available man. Settling down is much too, what’s the word? Boring. Besides, there is nobody fitting enough for me.”

Thor tried and failed to hold in a snort. You raised a questioning eyebrow his way but he only responded with a half-committed shrug. Odin’s eyes darkened.

“You’re Asgard Royalty, the future of this kingdom. You have to act the part.” said the king.

Frigga put a hand on her husband’s arm. “Do not be so hard on him, he is still very young.”

“At least find yourself a partner to dance with,” Odin sighed in exasperation.

Loki pushed himself from his elbows, straightening. He let out a dry chuckle, but his eyes were fixated on you as he gritted out a choked, “Fine.” He walked towards you, extending his hand with expectation in his gaze.

Your eyes widened as the realisation hit of what he was indicating. What was he thinking? “Loki, I—“ you managed to force out but trailed off from lack of words.

“Come on, don’t you just stand there staring, love, at least try to move your feet.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose, letting out an exasperated sigh. “If you think everyone’s watching you, they’re not — they’re watching me.”

You sent him a tight smile. “Charming.”

“Only for you, darling.” He gazed at you through his lashes, a confident smirk on his lips, and his palm outstretched. Your eyes tried to find Theodore’s, or even Thor’s, but they were both gone with their respective partner. You sighed and placed your hand in Loki’s, somewhat reluctantly, and let yourself be led towards the edge of the dance floor. His fingers closed over yours, guiding you to where it should be placed over his shoulder, letting his hand wrap around your waist. He took the first steps of the dance, guiding you with him.

You studied his face, examining the way his eyes glinted in the firelight. They were as amused as ever, the exact picture of mischievousness. If eyes were the windows to the soul then you had a pretty good idea of what his soul looked like. His smirk was as charming as ever, tongue as quick, yet you could not determine the change in him. Why would he suddenly disrupt

You tilted your head to the side ever so slightly, narrowing your eyes. “Why would you do that?”

“Do what?” questioned Loki, innocence lacing his words.

“Don’t act all innocent now, Loki,” you spit out between gritted teeth. “Asking me to dance — what were you thinking?”

He rolled his eyes. “I was thinking I wanted to dance with you.”

“Why?”

“Do I need a reason?”

“When you have spent your whole life despising me, then yes. You always have a reason.”

Loki sighed, leaning closer to your ear. “I have never despised you, love.”

He leaned into you, hesitating before pressing a light kiss to your cheek and letting you go, turning to walk away. You stood there, breath hitched and a bit dazed from the interaction. What the fuck just happened? What was the meaning of that? People continued to dance around you, their colourful clothing a big contrast to yours. You hurried off the dance floor, trying to spot Loki’s dark frame.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a green glimmer disappearing into one of the halls. Your eyes narrowed. There was no doubt it was him. You took off, walking with determined strides towards the doors. The hall was darker and a lot quieter than the main hall, the silence almost suffocating. Only the occasional note or laugh seeped through the strong oak doors.

Your eyes roamed the shadows beside you, all too aware of Loki’s ability to disappear whenever it pleased him.

“Loki,” you called out, even though you knew there would be no reply.

Your feet took you down the marble floor, every step too loud in your ears. There was no sign of him. You felt your cheeks burn, embarrassed and furious — a dangerous combination. Of course, he would toy with you, with your feelings. You knew Loki better than to expect anything less from him. God, how could you have been so stupid?

Loki would have it coming. He will have something coming, you just didn’t know what, yet. He may be a god, but you were a vengeful man with way too much time on your hands.

Without a second thought, you set off to the gardens. It was the only place you were going to be left alone tonight. The cold air hit your flushed skin, furiously trying to cool it down. You took off your jacket and unbuttoned the few top buttons to quickly lower your temperature. Asgard’s palace may be beautiful, but it attracted the warmth too quick for your liking.

Your breath fogged in front of you and despite yourself, you let out a chuckle. Either it is too cold or too warm — nature was never happy.

“You will become sick like that.”

You spun on your feet, standing face to face with Loki. The moon lit up his face in an entirely different way than the firelight did. His jaw sharper. His eyes too cunning. His skin like a pale ghost waiting to haunt you after its death. You let out a breath, shaking your head.

“What do you want, Loki?”

He tilted his head, his hands in the pocket of his pants. His gaze was almost… amused? “I don’t want you sick.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” You turned away from him, instead opting to admire the landscape around you. A large tree stood a few feet from you, its branches reaching for the sky like drowning hands in a lake.

“Is it not obvious?” he asked as you turned around to face him again.

You sighed with exasperation, rolling your eyes. “No, it is not obvious, Loki. You are toying with me. I know we don’t get along well but messing with my emotions is over the line.”

“Yes, I know, I’m so—” Loki cut himself off, his eyes narrowing. He opened his mouth but promptly shut it. “Your emotions?”

You realised what you had said and immediately turned your gaze away. “No. No emotions. What are emotions? You have emotions.”

Loki chuckled, walking closer to you. “Is there something you wish to tell me?” he asked with a growing smile, furrowing his brows. You continued to avoid his gaze, shaking your head. His hand cupped your chin, tipping it so you were forced to meet his eyes. “Are you sure?”

You were about to deny all claims when a thought made itself known, causing you to smirk at him. “Actually, I think you have something to tell me. Wasn’t it you who so desperately wanted to have a dance with me? Who kissed me?”

This time it was Loki’s time to blush, eyes lingering on your lips before diverting to the sky. His hand began to slip from your cheek but you caught it before it did, bringing it to its place again. You smiled reassuringly at him, meeting his eyes again. Slowly, you leaned in, hesitating halfway when he had made no sign to move. Despite yourself, your thoughts began to run wild.

Had you read the interaction wrong? Maybe he actually did want nothing to do with you. How could you even begin to explain a situation like this? Gods, he was really going to hate you after this. You sighed and tried to step backwards, but Loki’s hands suddenly firm grip on your collar pushed you forwards — into him.

Your lips met his, soft and fierce at the same time. You closed your eyes, bringing your hand to the nape of his neck, pushing him closer to you. The kiss was everything you would expect from Loki. It was gentle but challenged you. He pushed you and you pushed back, just as hard. His hands snaked around your neck and began to slowly push you backwards. You felt your back hit the trunk of the tree, rather hard, and a breath escaped you at the impact. Loki pulled away, his eyes roaming your face, lingering on your lips. A laugh escaped him, causing him to fall against you.

“Who would have thought? The cold and ruthless God of Mischief turned into a giggling moron just for me.” You shook your head, chuckling and bringing your arms around him to hug him closer.

He pulled away to glance at you, dismay clear on his features. “Giggling moron? And this is coming from the idiot who can’t stop blushing every five minutes.”

You scoffed. “Not very polite for a prince, huh?”

“Well, what can I say? You bring out the impoliteness in me,” smiled Loki, bringing you in for another kiss. His lips trailed down your neck, sucking and biting at every piece of skin he could reach. Your hands found his hair, your head thrown back to give him better access. He was truly divine. And to think you had thought him so awful only hours before. To be fair, he was still an arrogant asshole — but a hot one at that.

You let out a low moan, something that seemed to make Loki only more motivated. You could feel yourself getting more aroused by the second and you swear that the two of you would have done it if it weren’t for two guards entering the gardens, chatting among themselves. Loki sighed against you, waiting until the footsteps of the guards had disappeared.

They had been completely oblivious to the two of you, hidden beneath the shadows of the tree’s branches. A chuckle escaped your lips, meeting Loki’s gaze already on you.

“What?” you asked, brows furrowed.

He tried to hide his smile, averting his eyes. “Just— you’re so beautiful.” Your cheeks began to burn furiously and you tried to brush off the compliment as nothing. It only made Loki’s smile grow. “See, there you go blushing again.”

You gave him a deadpan look. “You’re one to talk, pretty boy.”

“I think I preferred giggling moron.” He took your hand in his and started to lead you into the palace. Thankfully, no guards were on duty in the halls you walked. It may not have been luck so much as Loki knowing exactly what routes would be guard-free.

“You sure you wouldn’t want to take this night in another direction?” asked Loki, leaning against the wall with your hands in his.

“As much as I would want to, my dear brother is probably driving himself insane searching for a lady to suit me,” you said with a roll of your eyes. Loki remained quiet, fiddling with your fingers. “What? Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

Loki scoffed, very clearly offended. “I am certainly not envious of some simple minded fool!”

Your eyes widened, a surprised laugh escaping you. “Oh my lord, you definitely are!” You took his hands and began to kiss his knuckles. “Do not worry, you’re the only asshole for me.”

He tried to hide his smile and turned to the door. “You’re terrible,” he muttered, opening the door and holding it for you.

You smiled — he made a point of avoiding your gaze — and leaned in to whisper in his ear as you passed, “Only for you, my darling.”

He took hold of your wrist, stopping your tracks. "I lied," he said. When you gave him a clueless look he cleared his throat. "When I said no one was looking at you, I lied. I was looking at you. I've always been looking at you, y/n."

Maybe getting involved with the God of Mischief wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all, you thought with a smile.

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siggytumbles · 2 years

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This explains a lot 🤷🏼‍♀️.

If MCU had more... explicit content, I imagine Loki would be similar to Daemon.

#hyperfixation #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x sigyn #tom hiddleston #loki fics #daemon targaryen #daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra #house targaryen #the rogue prince #the dark prince #god of mischief

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kitkatd7 · 2 years

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Tempt Me, Pet

Summary: You’re at a Halloween party and Loki gets a little hot and bothered by your costume ;)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+ ONLY) Oral sex (M receiving) slight fingering (m & f receiving?) slight daddy kink, smut, name-calling, light choking, cursing. Please if any of these things bother you do not read this story.

Word Count: 2412

A/N: I wrote this last year but never finished it until today :/ Sorry if it's terrible.

The Costume I Imagine: OIP.H-n09dgLCbVlzPbmEdV7vQHaN- (236×445) (bing.com)

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Waltzing into Tony’s Halloween party, your arm linked with Loki’s, you can’t help but smile. Who doesn’t love Halloween? Well, besides Loki, (who refuses to dress up despite your prompting) but he doesn’t count. He seems to think it’s a ridiculous mortal holiday, and he finds the entire idea of ghosts and zombies completely unrealistic- which seems a little ironic considering the worlds’ you live in are full of witches and magic- but all of that just means more candy for you so you don’t push the issue.

Tony went all out, as usual. The chandeliers are covered in skeletons and spiderwebs that stray from one to another and travel down the back of the stage at the far end of the room. The bar is topped with glasses: shots, wine, margaritas, hurricanes, and every other mixed drink that exists all have witches, wizards, and monsters of the night painted on them eerily. Behind the bar, all of Tony’s extravagant bottles of liquor are aglow with neon pinks, greens, blues, and every other color that can have a neon version of it. He must have lights under the bottles to make the drinks glow, you think. More neon pink and yellow lights bathe the room in spooky waves that swish from side to side and cast strange shadows.

Giant tables line the walls, complete with cauldrons of spiked punch, candy apples dipped in red caramel that looks like blood, mini coffins filled with every sort of candy, and all other sorts of scary foods.

You’re dressed to the T in a pirate costume Wanda helped you design and put together, complete with the makeup you did yourself. You’re really quite proud of this costume, it might be your best one yet. Loki hadn’t dressed up at all and still looked twice as good as you, in your opinion, but by the glint in his eye as his gaze raked your body you could tell he wasn’t of the same opinion. “Love you really shouldn’t wear such provocative costumes,” he whispered close to your ear, making you shiver, “I don’t like everyone in here staring at what belongs to me.”

“I think you just don’t like how I tease you with my ‘provocative costumes’ when we’re in public,” you mimic, a smirk lighting your lips as you tilt your chin to look at him fully, your breasts on full display for him. He pulls his eyes from the show your putting on, looking for Thor in Tony’s crowded party room. “Don’t test me, pet,” he growls, his hand resting on your lower back as he guides both of you towards Thor, Sam, Steve, and Natasha.

As you near them you smile playfully, you lean up on your toes (still slightly shorter than him despite your high heels) to whisper in his ear. “Yes daddy,” you breathe, shooting him a doe-eyed look which he responds to with a warning glare. You leave his side momentarily to hug each of them in turn, stopping when you get to Sam to admire his childish Winnie The Pooh costume. “Oh my god, Sam,” you laugh, “Your costume is amazing! If only you had Tigger with you,” you joke, giggling as you return to Loki’s side as his arm wraps possessively around you, his warm hand landing on your hip.

You shoot him a small smile before turning back to Sam as he laughs excitedly. “Oh but I do!” Sam smiles his signature dazzling flash of teeth that’s so contagious you can’t help but smile back. He gestures to someone you can’t see at the bar, yelling over the music, “Bucky! Come over here!”

“No wayy!” you exclaim, laughing as you scan the crowd for Bucky’s large frame, which appears moments later, dressed in a slightly askew Tigger costume complete with a hood that he’s scowling under as you all double over in laughter, the scene even prompting a chuckle out of Loki.

“Shut up, punk,” Bucky grouches, slugging Steve in the shoulder. “I hate you so much,” Bucky grumbles at no one in particular, you can only assume it was directed at Sam or Steve.

“You look great, Buck,” you laugh, humor dancing in your eyes.

“Your lucky I like you, doll. Otherwise, I’d treat you like I do Steve.”

“Awe but how could you do that to me, Buck? You wouldn’t treat a lady like that would you?” You feign offense, doing your best to look smaller and batting your eyelashes innocently.

Something about that look on your face right there gets to Loki. Something he can’t place. Whether it’s your plump lower lip sticking out slightly or your gorgeously enrapturing eyes, your low-cut blouse or your delicately furrowed brow, or all of the above- something about you in this moment sends a wave of love and a tsunami of want through him that he does his best to hide.

Bucky chuckles and everyone continues mingling and laughing, but when you look up at Loki his features are unreadable. With a quizzical expression and a soft, “is everything okay, baby?” your hand lights on his chest as you lean into him. He can’t help but wonder how you can make it feel like you’re totally alone together, even in a room of several hundred people. Regardless of how you do it, it makes him love you all the more. Because while you're standing there in your deliciously scandalous, tempting outfit that shows your desirable and dangerous edge both so well, you have the nerve to be worried about his emotions. And to him that is everything; that you could be everything a man, or god, could ever ask for, and still try to be better, even if you don’t realize you're doing it. This feeling he isn’t used to sweeps through his icy veins and sends a blush to his cheeks, and before you can say a word he’s pulled you behind a pillar and kissed you breathlessly. A kiss that’s desperate but acts as if it has all the time in the world. The sort that’s fiery in the moment and lingers warmly on your lips for days.

“I love you,” he murmurs, peppering kisses down your neck, “so much.”

“I love you too,” you giggle, pulling him back up to your lips. “But what’s gotten into you?” you laugh, amused by his sudden display of affection.

“I don’t know darling,” he confesses, his body lean and strong against your soft, pliant skin, your back pressed into the cool granite pillar. “But whatever it is I’d quite like to explore it away from prying eyes.”

“But we just got here,” you giggle, glancing up at him through mascara-coated lashes. “We can’t ditch Tony’s party before it’s even really begun.”

“I assure you, my love, his party is nothing compared to the night I’ll give you,” he murmurs, pressing a slow kiss to your pulse point as your eyes flutter shut.

You nod, fingers tangling in his raven locks as he continues his sweet assault on your quickly warming skin. “Okay,” you breathe, your voice nearly inaudible in your want.

You feel the smirk form against your throat as he rises, a knowing look glinting in his eyes as you grab his hand and begin winding towards the elevator.

You both stand inside, inches apart as the elevator doors begin to slide closed, neither of you touching but feeling the heat of the other's skin. As soon as the doors’ closed mostly he’s on you, backing you against the wall hungrily, his hands exploring your hips and sides as if for the first time. He’s gentle, his fingers caressing your skin through the thin material of your shirt in a way that makes you gasp; drowning in the most delicious way possible.

Where his fingers are soft, his lips are fierce as you both fight for control, until you give in and he starts leaving battle scars down your throat and chest that you’ll remember tomorrow. You whine his name- a sound that would have embarrassed you if you could have heard it over the blood pounding in your ears.

The resounding ding as you reach your floor pulls you both from each other as you make your way down the hallway and into his room, nearly dignified in action until the door closes behind you and you find yourself against another wall.

“Say my name again, pet,” he orders, a gruff tone edging his voice as his fingers dip lower, beginning to work your belt and corset off.

“Loki,” you sing, tugging your fingers through his hair roughly before attaching your lips to his throat, leaving a love map down to his collar bone, your hands beginning to undo his outer garments.

He grunts in pleasure, his corded thigh landing between your legs and applying pressure to your thoroughly wet core. “Again,” he orders as you grind pathetically against him.

Your head bangs against the wall but the ache between your legs blocks the pain out as your eyes shut tightly. “Fuck… daddy,” you moan, eyes wide with shock as the words slipped from your lips. You had only ever called him that playfully, never like this. He smirks down at you knowingly. “That’s new, kitten. Don’t be shy, my love. I quite like it.” He growls, teeth nipping at the hollow of your throat gently.

You let out a whimper, bucking your hips against him as your blouse disappears, revealing you to his hungry lips. He fondles one breast in his hand while he assaults your other nipple with his hot tongue, lathing over it slowly before grazing it with his teeth, only to repeat the process to the other and drive you slowly insane with the cold burn that goes straight to your core.

“Fuck, I need you,” you hum, hand traveling lower to palm his hard length through his trousers. You delight in the sinful moan that leaves his devilish lips and he magics away the rest of your clothes. His eyes rake over you, not neglecting to worship any part of you with his searing gaze. You take advantage of his slightly star-struck daze, switching your positions quickly and forcing him against the wall. He moves as if to correct you but you wrap your fingers around his wrists delicately, your soft stare stopping his movements as he relaxes against you, giving you control for the moment. You guide his hands to your lower back, caging yourself against his body before resting your hands on his shoulders, leaning in to connect your lips in a slow, open-mouthed kiss. His hands travel further, fondling your ass gently and pulling you flush against his chest. You lean away ever so slightly, beginning to unbutton his black shirt slowly; your fingertips brushing his burning skin teasingly. You untuck his shirt, reconnecting your lips as your fingers dip under the hem, grazing the skin just above his trousers sweetly. He’s getting impatient but you can’t resist making him wait a little longer, dancing along the seam and top of the button before stilling as he lets out a frustrated hum.

“Don’t stop,” he growls, one hand coming up to wrap around your throat gently, squeezing just enough to slow your air supply. You whimper in pleasure, eyes shutting but not making any effort to move. Expecting some form of retaliation, you gasp slightly when suddenly his naked form is pressed against you, his skin overheated and overwhelming, but not unwelcome.

Your hand lowers to wrap around his girth tantalizingly, earning a shiver and a groan from his devilish lips. His head falls to your shoulder as you begin to stroke him slowly. He nips harshly at your collarbone, breaking the skin before soothing it with his tongue, much as he did to your nipples which are still tingling from overstimulation. You brush your thumb over his tip slowly, smearing the pre-cum over his entire length, receiving another moan in reward.

Kissing your way down his beautifully crafted body you drop to your knees, your free hand resting on his well-corded thigh as he stares down at you, pupils blown wide. “I know you promised me a good time,” you hum, planting sloppy kisses down his shaft slowly as he watches, muscles flexing beneath your fingertips. “But first I want to make you feel good,” you whisper, making your way back up to his tip before kitten licking his slit several times as his hands find purchase in your hair.

You lock your gaze with his, lapping some of his pre-cum into your mouth before spitting it back onto his aching cock filthily, your fingers fondling his balls gently in contrast.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growls as you take him into your mouth, bobbing your head slowly. “Such a dirty little whore wrapped around my cock.”

You moan around his length, drawing a string of curses from his lips as his hips buck.

“Bet your cunts soaking wet and I haven’t even touched you yet, pet…” He muses, fingers tightening around strands of your hair as you attempt to nod your head.

“Touch yourself- that’s it, good girl,” he praises as you dip your fingers past your entrance easily, grinding down, desperate, the heel of your hand pressing against your throbbing clit. You let out a pathetic whimper as he forces himself further down your throat, tears stinging the back of your eyes as pain and pleasure blur together.

He loosens his hold on you and you pull back, a quiet pop sounding as your lips leave him.

“Show me. Show me how wet you are,” he murmurs, a rumble forming in his throat as you pull your fingers out from between your legs and hold them up for him to see. “Fuck. Such a good little slut,” he muses as he observes the mess you made. “Such a whore for daddy,” he continues as you suck your fingers clean, his eyes glinting in the nearly dark room. You start to return your hand to your pussy but find it stuck to his thigh against your will. You glare at him pleadingly, eyes wanting. He tuts knowingly, guiding your face back towards his member until you’re centimeters away. He thrusts back into your mouth harshly, setting a deep, slow rhythm that has you trying not to gag around his enormous cock.

“You haven’t earned your pleasure yet, pet. You have to keep your promise first.”

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