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lokispettigerr · 4 years

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Swimming Amongst the Stars: Jotun!Loki x Reader (NSFW) SMUT

Summary: While vacationing at a mountain cabin, reader traverses the mountainside. Against warnings from a neighbor, she goes where danger is sure to ensue and sparks fly until they melt away a heart shrouded in ice.

Warnings: Depression mention. Way too many kinks that even I do not understand. The characters wanted them there. BEWARE!

Word Count: 3362

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A/N: I almost didn’t release this fic after asking you all about Patreon; all I wanted was a response not any pledge of a first born child or anything. I literally got one response. I feel used and completely obsolete- that people only care about me when I give them fictions. Who knew being a tumblr Dragon was oh so lonely. Yet, here I am, depressed as ever. At least I have my writing.

“You need a break,” they said. “It’ll be fun,” they said-- Relax.

How can I possibly relax? I’m staying in a 200-year-old mountain cottage without any modern insulation in the dead of winter.

There wasn’t even a word to describe how I felt. In short, I was miserable-- a lightweight and someone who is far more cold-natured than not. I needed heat to thrive, where others may die of heatstroke, I reveled in it.

The phone rang shrilly and I fished it out of my pocket, my cold fingers moving clumsily. The caller ID read, “Kendra.”

“Hey, sis.”

“Still alive I see,” Kendra said, our connection distorting her voice.

“Barely, I’m beginning to think I might lose a few fingers.”

“That would be a disappointment,” she laughed.

“Mom and Dad wouldn’t see it that way.”

“Sh, you. Speaking of Dad, he thought you might enjoy a trek up the mountain.”

“Kendra, you can’t be serious! It’s covered in snow and wild animals.”

“Well, he thought the mountain air might do you some good.”

“Spoken like someone who wants to get rid of the family low-life,” I teased.

I knew my Dad, Kendra, and my Mom were just trying to help-- looking out for me as it was. I was depressed and not only had it taken a toll on me, but it had also taken a toll on my family. They watched me suffer and I watched them suffer for it.

I wanted to come to the mountain cottage if nothing more than to give them a break and escape from the worried looks and concerned whispers.

Dad was right; I needed to do something and maybe hiking up the mountain would make me feel better.

I resolved tomorrow would be the day I would hike my way up the mountain-- depression be damned.

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Early that evening, before the sun went down, I ventured out to the covered shed.

The snow was falling lazily in fat flakes that clung to my hair. I was mesmerized by the crunch of the snow beneath my boots when a voice sounded out.

“Need some help?”

I looked up and was met by a friendly and familiar face.

“Hey, Mr. Bill! Naw, I am just taking some logs in to feed the fire.”

“You look well. Just let me know if you need anything.” He paused, looking down at his boots, “Nancy was wondering if you wanted to join us for dinner tomorrow.”

“Really, I’m fine.” I knew my Dad had likely called Mr. Bill to tell him to keep an eye on me, like I was some invalid unfit for basic survival and make no mistake, I was, but I didn’t want my family or Mr. Bill to know that.

Squinting, I looked up at the sky, “I would, Mr. Bill, but I was planning on hiking up the mountain.”

“Then Thursday night,” he persisted.

“Yeah, okay... That sounds nice. I’ll see you in two days.”

“If not before! Don’t be a stranger.” Mr. Bill turned to walk back towards his home but stopped in his tracks.

“Oh and uh.” Mr. Bill removed his cap to scratch at his bald head underneath, “Just be careful out there. There has been talk that a bear is up on the mountain causing chaos and mischief.”

“I’ll be careful. I always am.”

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I had awoken early. I wanted to hike with as much daylight as I could so as not to get lost or encounter any angry, furry foes.

Before heading out I decided to warm up in front of the fire, holding my hands towards the growing flames-- it was the warmest I would be for several hours.

I had made sure to put enough logs on the fire to keep it burning until my return.

I opened the door and was met with a brutally cold blast of wind. Slinging my pack over my shoulder, I stepped outside.

The snow was mushy underneath my boots and I sank slightly with each step.

My fingers closed around the straps on my pack, snuggly and I walked away from the solace and cozy warmth of the cottage into the alien world beyond.

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The sun had begun its creeping cadence of descent across the sky and I knew it was best if I turned back and started my own descent back down the mountain.

It had been an eventful hike. I’d witnessed twin does frolicking and other manner of peaceful wildlife thriving in the cold.

I arrived at the edge of a snowy cliff, taking in the view all around me. While the frigid air cut to the bone, the sight before me warmed my heart.

A beautiful frozen stream lay below-- it was as smooth as glass and shined bright like a tumbled crystal.

I sat on a nearby rock that jutted out from the snow and slung my pack around. I had packed a heated thermos just for this occasion.

My numb, gloved fingers closed clumsily around the lid and I unscrewed it. The liquid steamed with the air as I poured it into the top and gripped it tightly.

A shadow fell upon me and I glanced up to find a bird of prey drifting in a lazy circle.

I lowered my gaze, bringing the steaming tea to my lips and took a long sip.

Everything seemed so serene until it wasn’t.

In my periphery, a shadow moved and a sentience crossed my own.

However the energy I now felt was unmistakably lethal.

Mr. Bill’s warning of the ferocious, chaos-rampaging bear came into my thoughts.

On my way here, I had seen no signs of such a creature, yet I had found myself repeatedly shaking the unnerving feeling that I was being watched.

The next seconds would be vital. I needed to know where the foe was to quickly plan my escape.

I scanned the close outcropping and trees that were my surroundings hoping to catch a glimpse of the menacing bear.

A white bear pelt was before me, almost invisible in the swirling drifts of snow.

I squinted, hoping to get a better look at the bear Mr. Bill had warned me about-- instead, I saw a man.

He was the most captivatingly beautiful creature I had ever seen yet his otherworldliness was a warning and a shock to my system.

I felt as frozen as the river below me-- mesmerized by the man’s hypnotic, blood-red gaze.

Fear enveloped me in an instant as I took in his midnight blue skin covered with what appeared to be intricate tattoos.

What was most shocking, more than his tattooed skin or his red eyes, was his state of near undress.

The man’s chest was bare and the setting sunlight glinted on his sculpted skin like fire reflecting off of a piece of volcanic glass.

A white pelt covered his back, which was why I mistakenly thought at first glance he was a wild animal-- and I remained not entirely convinced he was not. The pelt was held together in the front with flashy, golden medallions inscribed with ancient and ethereal symbols. His legs were covered with the same white pelt as his cloak.

I slowly backed away. The heel of my boot thudded against my pack causing it to jostle. I knelt, stretching out my hand to grab at the strap, my fingers flailing frantically in the air.

The man stepped towards me-- his red eyes burned like two ferocious blood moons in his skull.

The pack would have to wait.

I turned, dashing away, a prey animal desperately clinging to the hope of life away from the deadly predator.

My hair fanned out behind me as if the wind was raking its fingers through it-- trying to pull me back to my destiny. I ran as fast as I was able, my arms pumping back and forth, my breath puffing out in a heavy mist-- a ghost leaving my body.

With a backward glance, I checked to see if the man was in pursuit.

While my head was turned to analyze the situation, I tripped. My toes stubbed hard into a rock. I went down, bracing for the impact.

The snow did not soften the blow from the jutting stone slab. A splitting pain ignited my skull. My eyelids fluttered as I tried to remain conscious.

Before everything went black, the beautiful monster’s face loomed before me-- swimming amongst the stars and in truth, it looked like he belonged there.

Yet, he was arguably more captivating than any constellation.

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I drifted, slow as the snow, through wake and sleep.

I felt as if I was floating or dangling between to dangerous precipes. I would see the man before me, his eyes cutting through the darkness that enveloped us like the cool touch of the dead.

His bare chest was against me, solid as a wall, feeling both like frigid ice and an erotic, white-hot, soul-searing heat that radiated from within-- two extremes that felt unholy together.

As he carried me further into the dark and through the flurries of falling snow, I was gently rocked back to sleep.

I woke to the sensation of heat on my face.

For once on this god-forsaken mountain, I was warm. I wanted to drift back to sleep but my head throbbed painfully, bringing back the memories of what had happened.

Images flew through my head unwarranted, my cheek against a man’s chest, a white pelt that glowed as bright as the moon tickling my skin, a rhythmic swaying that felt like a safe place to rest.

I stirred, blinking to clear my double-vision.

Before me, two red eyes, blood moons engulfed in flames, glowed. I had seen them before.

I jumped, the man from earlier was watching me. My breath puffed out as my back thudded against solid rock.

My palms stretched out behind me to feel at the wall of a lichen covered cave.

The man continued to watch me from the other side of the dancing flames between us.

He had brought me here, laid me down, started a fire, and covered me in fur blankets-- seemed harmless enough despite his unusual and slightly alarming appearance.

“Where am I?” My voice echoed off the walls.

He continued to watch me, “You’ve not left the mountain you found me on.” His voice was smooth yet muted, making it seem like he had not spoken in centuries. And what did he mean, “found him”? I had no desire or plan to get kidnapped by a half-naked man, regardless of how devastatingly attractive he was.

One thing was certain, the longer I looked at him, the more familiar he seemed-- it was a painful feeling that caused my heart to beat erratically with ache and my lungs feeling fit to burst.

“Who are you?”

“A ghost from your past; a clouded memory of your future.” A sad look came into those red eyes and I fought the urge to reach out and stroke his cheek in an attempt to chase the shadows of sorrow away.

My confusion continued to grow.

“Who are you?” My voice softened and for a moment I wondered if the man had even heard me.

“I have gone by many names, but you would know me by the name Loki.”

The name shot like a fuse across the darkest recesses of my mind, a lightning strike in my memory.

I tasted the name on my lips, “Loki.”

My eyes widened with an overwhelming realization. Saying his name seemed to have lifted a block from my memory-- a magic spell that fashioned a key fit to unlock a single door.

I said it again, missing the taste of it on my tongue, “Loki.”

Each time I spoke his name, he relaxed into the sound of my voice and the hypnotic supplicance of my lips.

He moved around the fire, his hand reaching out towards my temple. As his fingers lightly brushed against my skin, visions flashed within my mind.

Of bare skin tangled up together.

Of laughter shared and tears shed.

Of a heartbreaking separation bridging to a union and giving birth to love that was infinite.

Over and over, time after time until it reached this very moment.

“I remember you… How is this even possible?”

“You remember now, but you will not remember later.” He paused, “You are lured here each year.”

“Lured?” I asked, but he continued.

“Each year since our first encounter with one another, you are slowly overcome with a consuming melancholy until you return to me.”

“But you make me forget,” I interjected, anger making my blood pressure rise. I was tired of his riddles.

He was right, each year since childhood, I’d made my way up the mountain in search of him. First as friends and later as lovers.

And each year when I would leave, he’d wipe my memory of him.

He has explained to me numerous times his convictions and reasons and knows his own heartache by remembering me until I return to him.

“I don’t want to forget.”

“But you must.”

I shifted towards Loki and all the while he watched me, pupils dilated.

“Not anymore.” My lips found his and as they locked together fireworks burst beyond my vision, my skin burned and my womanhood was overcome with a hungry, insatiable, wet heat that made my clitoris swell.

Something stirred in me and made me no more than an animal with desires of the same.

“Not anymore,” I whispered against his lips.

“Evermore.” His icy breath was a frigid blast that felt like a threat.

His hand went around my throat, to display his dominance and I submitted.

“You smell like cinders and smoke,” he whispered. He released my throat and grabbed at a lock of my hair to twirl it around his finger.

“How fitting,” he reflected, “the only thing to melt the ice of my soul.”

“Take me,” I breathed.

My flesh held memory of his touch and my breath became ragged as his hand slid along my skin.

Like fire and ice the world ended, completely consumed.

Loki climbed above me. His fingers traced the edge of my skin until he found my nipples. He tugged and pulled as arousal swirled deep between my hips.

His warm lips caressed my neck, drawing lower to my collar bone. His kisses and icy breath caused a trail of goosebumps to raise on my skin.

With each kiss, each moan, each bump of his hard cock against me I grew more impatient and excited.

His teeth closed around my nipple, and he bit down until I cried out from the sharp pain and then swirling his tongue around them soothingly. He had me.

All the while longing grew in my belly and I could feel my opening becoming wet for him.

He continued to suck on my nipples and kiss my heaving breasts while his fingers danced their way to my clit.

As soon as his fingertips began to caress me, I hissed with pleasure-- the sensation was a riptide that rolled through me.

His fingers moved around my clit and I came embarrassingly fast, my abdomen tightening until I rose up off the floor of the cave, crying out his name and demanding for more. In the midst of my release, Loki’s hand grabbed his cock and directed it to my opening.

I could feel it stiffen harshly as it pushed against my inner thigh and then with urgency against my labium.

My core swelled with arousal as Loki slid into me.

The sensation that followed was such a complete fullness that made me feel as if I would burst-- the pressure caused a moan to escape my lips.

“Oh, please,” I begged, “Don’t stop. Fill me up.”

Loki grunted in response and his thrusts deepened as his hips curved and ground against my ass.

“Take my seed in your slick cunt and I’ll save some for your mouth.”

His words sent me spiraling, the skin around my vagina grew slick with arousal.

His head bowed towards my breasts and his teeth closed around my nipple-- my eyes watered and I cried out, but it only made him rougher.

He pushed deeper and his pace quickened.

A growl rippled through his chest and I felt his cock convulse inside of me as he filled me.

I hadn’t thought I could feel much fuller, but his cum was heavy in my already full-of-his-cock belly. There couldn’t have been much room but he continued to pump into me.

I glanced down, sure that I would visibly see the head of his cock buried deep in my lower belly.

My eyes widened, pupils dilating.

Loki withdrew himself, dripping wet with the concoction of our combined juices.

“Open your mouth, let me mark you there.”

I pushed weakly against him.

“I’m too full, I couldn’t possibly take anymore,” I pleaded.

“Open your mouth,” he repeated, his red eyes glowed with a fury that dared me to defy him.

I parted my lips and he put his index finger my mouth, hooking my jaw up, and elongating my throat to better take his long length in.

Nothing about Loki’s next movements were gentle.

His fingers knotted in my hair and he shoved himself over and over again deep in my throat, my saliva coated his length and dripped from his tip whenever he withdrew, his sides heaving.

My eyes watered, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying myself.

I glanced at Loki’s towering form before me.

When my eyes met his I sent him over the edge-- a sorceress sucking his soul from his body.

His abdomen flexed and he bowed over me, his mouth opening while his eyes closed from his pleasure.

I swallowed him, fighting the urge to spit out what he poured into me, knowing my belly couldn’t take much more-- the pressure from earlier was too intense.

Amazingly, as if reading my mind, Loki reached down to stroke my swollen-from-arousal-and-cum belly.

It felt like some immaculate touch; he prodded and massaged it until the feeling of being close to bursting dissipated.

I sighed with contentedness as Loki settled down beside me.

“Please, don’t make me forget,” I pleaded.

I had decided that remembering him and being without him, no matter how painful it was, was better than not at all.

“I’m truly sorry,” he said as he gathered himself and stood, walking away.

His skin glowed in the firelight, like a ghost flame of the deepest blue.

If I was ever to remember, now was my chance.

I searched around for a weapon and ended my search on a nearby smoldering stick cast into the fire.

My hands closed around it and it shook in my grasp.

Pain was the only way.

I grasped the end of the flaming stick within my palm and held back a scream as it ate through my flesh, sizzling.

When I was sure it had done enough damage I threw the stick back into the flames.

Loki returned, his arms full of firewood to replenish the flames.

He reached towards me and I grabbed his outstretched hand.

I stood and hugged him, hearing his heart, my cheek flush against his bare chest.

“Until we meet again.” His voice rumbled like muted thunder in my ear.

Loki’s cool fingers went to my temple, as he cradled my head to his chest, all the memories he had given to me before, my most prized possessions, he took away. Just. Like. That.

I awoke the next morning in the cottage, tucked underneath several blankets.

Out of habit, my hand went to the nightstand fumbling around in search of my phone. On it were several messages from Mr. Bill about missing the dinner and his fear that something had happened.

My hand throbbed.

Something had happened and though it was fuzzy on the edges it would become clearer with time.

I was certain, as it was my fate, that I would soon find my way back through that path among the stars until I was in Loki’s embrace once more.

***** Hope you all enjoyed this fic. Please take a moment to leave some feedback, reblog and like. If you would like to be tagged in any future fics please send me an ask. Peace, Loki’s Pet Tiger

PS thank you @tehgvicious for beta-ing!

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years

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Unlikely Bedfellows

This is for a request made by @rightfulkingofjotunheim and another reader on ao3. I hope that you like what I came up with! 💗

Warnings: noncon sex (oral, intercourse, multiple partners).

This is dark!Steve and dark!Loki and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: The reader has a wild night out but it’s only just beginning.

It wasn’t often you got a night out. Usually you were kept late at the Tower, cloistered away in the file room. As chief archivist for Stark Industries, your days seemed never to end and bled into the nights. Wanda had visited you at your cluttered desk and asked you to tag along for her birthday celebration. You were hesitant at first. Nat had apparently chosen a nightclub for her little shindig and you hadn’t been in one of those since university. That had been a particularly eventful night which involved you scrubbing saliva off your neck in the bathroom.

Yet, you couldn’t deny Wanda or a chance to escape from the archives. You weren’t sure who was all going. Tony and Pepper were out of town and Nat hinted that Sam was bringing a few friend. Few was an understatement as he showed up not only with his usual entourage of Bucky and Steve, but the rarely seen Asgardians. Thor was quite at home as he promptly ordered a beer from the bar but Loki was visibly offended by this Midgardian debauchery. You chuckled and stayed with Vision as Wanda went to greet the newcomers.

Nat was already on the floor with two bottles in her hands, dancing like the queen of New York. You decided to join her and pointed to her spare bottle with a raised brow. She took a sip from each enthusiastically and you shook your head.

“You know, this isn’t a race.” You yelled over the music. “Besides, don’t you ever get tired of winning?”

“You can’t win if you don’t try, Y/N,” She held out a bottle to you. “Come on and have some fun for once.” He forced the drink into your hand, “Look at you. You’re not even out of those damn librarian clothes.”

“I had to finish up some work first,” You paused to take a gulp. Beer was never your favourite but you weren’t going to bite the hand that fed. “It’s not that bad. I took the blazer off at least.”

“Yeah,” She got close and reached out to pop the button on your blouse, then another, “Mmm, better.”

“Hey,” You shimmed away from her and took another sip. “I think that’s good.”

Wanda joined you, then Sam, and even Thor. The latter took to Midgardian dancing quite well. You were giggling and twirling, swaying your hips. You almost felt like a sophomore again. The rest of your party was hidden around the club. Steve and Bucky were at a table nursing some beers as the flashing lights scarred there elderly temperaments and Loki scowled in the corner with arms crossed; ready to snap at any who dared approach.

The night wore on with pumping bass and a few more beers. Sam had managed to convince Bucky to join you but not without a fearsome argument first. They were about to get in another as Sam roasted Bucky’s lack of rhythm. You finished the last of your beer and pushed through the bodies on the dance floor to place it on an empty table. As you turned to search for your group, you noticed two familiar faces in the far corner, though you rarely, if ever, saw them together.

It was almost funny. The sleek Asgardian trickster and the staunch American crusader together. Even more peculiar was that they were actually talking. They could barely manage an ounce of festivity for the night and yet they were conspiring in the background, but over what? They peeked over at the dance floor in unison and their eyes scoured the crowd. Loki’s gaze fell to you first and he quickly turned back to his unusual company. He kept his expression placid and you saw his lips move almost imperceptibly. Steve nodded just as subtly but only sipped his beer. You shrugged and dove back into the sea of dancers.

Ooh, boy. You hadn’t drank so much in ages. You held in a belch as you followed Nat out of the sweaty club. Her hips were the only discernible shape in your blurred vision. Free of the stuffy dance floor, you stumbled for the front door and breathed a sigh of relief in the chill New York evening. You should have kept your blazer with you. You crossed your arms and shivered as the heat seeped from your body and your drunken adrenaline turned to unrelenting fatigue.

“Okay, designated drivers,” Vision tried to keep everyone in order, catching Nat before she could trip off the curve. “I’ll take Nat, Wanda, Thor, and Loki. Steve, you think you can handle the rest?”

“I’m not drunk,” Loki volunteered wryly.

“Can you drive, brother?” Thor hiccuped and hung off the slimmer Asgardian who swiftly slithered away from him.

“I could get us where we need to be without having to be trapped in a metal contraption full of drunken fools,” He snarled.

“We are guests on this planet, we must abide their house rules, brother,” Thor boomed and Loki shook his head darkly, his green eyes sparking.

He muttered under his breath and his eyes hesitated for just a second. You glanced over as your teeth chattered and swore that Steve raised his brows at the trickster. Alright, that was the beer making you see things now.

You waited with the line of ambivalent drunks and Loki as Vision and Steve went to get their cars. You leaned against Wanda and yawned as Bucky and Sam giggled like teenagers over some ludicrous joke. You wondered if they should drink together more often; it would do wonders for their relationship.

Steve pulled up and Sam was the first in as Bucky shoved him to go faster. You climbed into the front seat to avoid their elbows and Steve turned around to reprimand them like a pair of children.

“I’ll drop them off first. A wonder how they’re even roommates.” He straightened in his seat and looked out to street “Seat belts, people.” He pulled out as you buckled up and leaned heavily against the headrest.

The hushed whir of the car engine and occasional passing of another driver lulled you as Steve drove. Sam and Bucky continued their antics but it only made you grin in your half-stupor. You were glad you had said yes. It wasn’t often you got to hang out with the team outside of the Tower. Less often that you felt like one of them.

“Alright, idiots, out,” Steve stopped his car and you looked up to the building just outside, “Before I drag you out.” You could hear an uncharacteristic tone of exasperation in his voice, “Drink some water and sleep on your stomachs.” He waited for them to drag themselves out of the car, hanging onto each other as they stumbled up the steps of their apartment. You shook your head and sighed. “God knows what Bucky was drinking to get him in such a state.”

“A lot,” You laughed, “I saw at least two shots of tequila between all the beer.”

“Oh, and I’m sure you joined him for one,” Steve chided.

“Maybe,” You said guiltily, “Hey, don’t get mad at me. I’m a tame drunk.” You held in a hiccup, “I jus’ wanna go home and snuggle into my bed.”

“Sounds like sober me,” He kidded, his blue eyes flicking from the road to you for just an instant. “Remind me where you live again.”

“Oh, yeah, uh…” You slurred your address and stared out the window; the streetlights blurring with the glowing neon monikers, hazed between the dark windows of walk-ups and skyscrapers.

A silence pervaded the car; easy as your wits were dulled by alcohol and Steve seemed impatient to be home for the night. You couldn’t blame him; being the designated driver was never fun. You recognized your own building as he pulled into the lot. You unbuckled your seatbelt as he stopped and reached down to the floor for your purse.

“Well, thanks,” You chimed and struggled to open the door. At last it did as you wanted it to and you planted a heeled foot unevenly on the tarmac. You clung to the door to keep yourself from collapsing.

“Woah, woah,” The engine died and you heard Steve’s door as you tried to take another step and nearly wiped out. “Let me help.”

“I’m good, I jus’ needa get my balance,” You protested as he neared you. He took your arm despite your insistence that you could manage it.

“I’m the designated driver, I am to get you home in one piece,” He sounded more amused than annoyed, “So, what apartment is it?”

You told him your number, knowing from experience that there wasn’t much argument to be had with him. You let him put his arm around your waist and help you walk to your building. You wobbled as you dug for your keys and he even had to help you unlock the door. The elevator ride was silent and you were eager to hide your drunken embarrassment beneath your covers.

You slid the keys into your apartment door and pushed it inward. “Thanks, you really didn’t have to…” Your voice died as Steve clung to you and angled you through the door.

“It’s fine, really,” His voice was airy, “You deserve a night to relax.”

You blinked at him and slowly turned as a spark of colour caught your eye. The door closed behind you, Steve’s warmth still against you. You stared at the eerie green glow radiating from your bedroom door. “What…” Your hazy mind couldn’t comprehend the duality. The light, Steve’s lingering presence; it was all too much.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Your spine went rigid at Steve’s tone. His timbre had changed entirely; you had never heard him sound so...determined. You looked to him, then the closed door, and you didn’t feel so tired anymore. The drunken blur of your mind was suddenly underlined with a hyper-aware dread.

“I’m fine,” You muttered weakly as he ushered you towards the bedroom, “Really.”

The fear was paralysing as you were led through the door. Your bedroom was cast in soft emerald shadows. A supernatural light with no source centered on the bed as if beckoning you. You planted your feet, or tried to, Steve easily urging you within. You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry, and a flicker sparked at the edge of your view. You looked and another awaited you. Loki smirked as he crossed to the bed, bending to trace his fingers along the duvet. This was a trick; conspiracy even.

“What…” You croaked, your voice catching in your throat as the door shut behind Steve. You turned on him and failed to sidestep him. He was too big and you were too drunk.

“Shh,” You felt the long fingers crawl along your shoulders, caressing your neck and sending a shiver down your spine. Loki pressed himself to your back as Steve got closer. Your hands were on his chest as you tried to keep him away. You were trapped. Sandwiched between them. Your head was fuzzy but your skin was on fire.

Steve’s hands were on yours, drawing them up to his shoulders as you stared up at him dumbly. The green light limned his features perfectly and you had to remind yourself that this wasn’t what you had planned. You should have been passed out face down on your bed.

“I told you, Y/N,” Steve purred as Loki’s hands fell to the zipper at the back of your skirt. The fabric slackened and Steve guided it easily down your legs. “You should just relax.”

He stood and began to unhook the buttons of your blouse. When he finished, he pushed the shirt back on your arms and Loki’s hands on your shoulders urged you backwards and you stepped out of your heels. You were dizzy but it wasn’t just the alcohol. The two men had your mind spinning.

Instead of pushing Steve away, you were clinging to him. You bra was easily unclasped and you gasped as it slipped away from your chest. Steve pulled it up your arms and tossed it away, Loki was tugging your panties down your legs and you trembled between them. Hands were all over you. Your tits, your ass, your hips. You were swept up as they methodically urged you towards the bed.

Loki got on the bed first as Steve gently nudged you backwards. You fell onto the mattress clumsily, your drunkenness still had hold of your wits. Loki sat above you and grasped your wrists, holding them above your head as your legs bent over the end of the bed. Steve pushed your knees apart and you stared down at him in awe. Maybe you had passed out and this was some twisted fantasy. It sure felt like one.

Thick fingers on your thighs. A swirl of excitement filled your lungs. Your eyes flicked up, Loki’s green eyes on your face; intent on every twitch, every blink. Steve’s hands framed your pussy, pressed firmly to your thighs. Your back arched slightly without a thought and you closed your eyes. The heat pooled in both your pelvis and face.

“Be calm, pet,” Loki leaned down to speak in your ear and a coolness spread along your hot pussy.

Steve dragged his tongue along your folds and you squirmed. Your breath slipped from you as your lips parted. You bit down on your bottom lip as he worked slowly; teasing you as he flicked across your clit. The first moan slipped from you and he applied pressure at last. You couldn’t withhold the pathetic noises and you lifted your pelvis, longing for more. Your breath hitched and your eyelids fluttered.

“You’re breathtaking, pet,” Loki whispered as he watched, “Mmm, yes. Let yourself go.”

Your head lolled back and forth as the flames licked at your flesh. You were panting, drunkenly babbling as the ripples began to twist in a maelstrom. You had never felt so entirely electric. Your arms were held firm as you tried to pull away, your back arching instead as your legs bent around Steve. Your nails dug into your palms and you whined in your climax, eyes in the back of your head.

“She’s ready,” Steve’s hot breath tickled you as he lifted his head.

“I can restrain her in another way,” Loki offered, cautiously releasing your wrists.

“She’s not going anywhere,” Steve assured him.

He was right. You were too confused to fight. Too drunk. When had they ever been anything close to friendly. Yet here they were; allies. Surely it had to be a hallucination. You rolled onto your side, their figures moving in a fog beside the bed. They spoke to each other but you couldn’t discern their words. You were both completely exhausted and painfully awake.

You were pulled up onto you knees and Steve was in front of you. He took your hand in his and placed it on his cock. Your eyes ran the breadth of his body and you realized he was naked. He closed your hand and held it for a moment until you kept it firm. You stared at his thick cock and slowly ran your grip along his length. He hummed as you repeated the motion, again and again.

You felt lithe hands on your shoulders, lightly grazing your back until they rested on your hips. They lingered there as Loki kneaded your hips. He removed one hand and pressed it between your legs, feeling around your slick pussy. He moved closer, his legs on either side of yours. He replaced his hand with his cock, his other pinched your hip so that you arched your back. He lined himself up with your entrance and your hand slipped from Steve.

As Loki entered you, Steve brushed his fingers through your hair. “It’s okay, baby. You can use your mouth.” He ran his hands down your arms and guided your hands to the bed so that you were on all fours. As you changed position, Loki impaled you more easily, bottoming out with an airy sigh.

Steve’s cock poked at your lips and you turned away, still trying to handle the sudden fullness below. He grabbed your head and pushed himself to your lips until you opened your mouth in surrender. “That’s it,” Steve shivered at the feeling of your tongue against him. “Such a good girl.”

You struggled as Loki slowly began to fuck you; easy at first as you stretched your lips over Steve. You reached up to scratch at his thigh as he reached your throat and you choked around his girth. He pushed deeper and you fought not to revolt. “My little pet,” His fingers spread over your ass, “So eager. So tender.”

Loki only sped up as you pulled back and Steve forced himself back into your mouth. He steadily began to thrust into your face as he held your head in place. You were shuddering between them; the sensations from both ends melding together in a suffocating furor. Your pussy thrummed as your jaw began to ache but you hungrily moaned as another orgasm ripped through you.

They continued until you were certain you would collapsed and they’d be merely holding up a lifeless body. Steve removed himself and the slobber hung from your mouth as your arms folded and you fell face first into the duvet. Loki pulled out and were left to crumble into a mess across the bed. The bed rocked and you were lifted as if you weighed nothing.

You were placed with your back against Steve’s torso and he slipped his cock easily into your pussy. Your pussy throbbed around him, achy and needy. You cried out as he lowered you, your thighs draped over his as your walls pulsed around him. Loki stood on the bed before you, his cock just in front of your face. You hadn’t anything left; no strength only hunger. You opened your mouth and took him gratefully. So eager despite the shadow of disbelief which lingered.

With his hands on your hips, Steve lifted you up and down. Loki worked in tandem with him, his hand in your hair as he kept your head from lolling. You were cumming again and you barely noticed as the tide washed endlessly over you. He dipped into your throat, his thrusts growing deeper as Steve’s matched him. It was almost a battle between them; a race to see who finished first.

Loki was the first to burst. He pulled out just as he came and it spurted down your chin and chest. You were gasping and gaping as you tried to catch your breath. Steve wasn’t far behind as he shoved you forward and Loki caught you just as the warm cum spilled down the back of your thigh, your entire body twitching.

You were lowered to the mattress with care, laying in rapture as the alcoholic haze rose around you. You closed your eyes and felt the tender caress of fabric as the cum was wiped from your face and body, you legs lifted to clean you properly. The movement around you was dulled, almost distant through your heavy eyelids and buzzing ears.

“They’ll never believe her,” Loki’s voice drifted over you.

“If she even remembers,” Steve remarked slyly, “I know I will.”

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Washed In Moonlight: Loki x Female Reader (NSFW) SMUT

So sorry all that I have to repost and retag everyone! Tumblr ate my fic. I mean if it was delicious it could have just said so. Summary: While attending a party on Asgard, Reader stumbles upon Loki and is surprised at what she finds. As she retreats to her quarters she runs into trouble and an unexpected reunion and boiling tensions. Warnings: Non-con, Whump, Damsel Arch-type, Bondage Word Count: 4242 A/N: Yes, this is reader being a damsel arch-type which is not something I condone, but to be fair I really needed this. I needed a reader that was going to be stood up for, taken care of, and not left behind. I am really hoping this is something you might need to. Taglist: @njavezan @lovelyxserpent-br @kamaroon @britkane-shsl-librarian @not-made-of-glass @archy3001 @witch-loki @purplekitten30 @mad-doctor-mew @bakerstreethound @jmb959 @little-moonbeam-666 @bingewatchingmylifegoby @fkngparadise @lucywindigo @screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms @chocolatealmondmilkk @mellowgirl01 @fyeahlitaajpunk @drakesfiance @wicked-starlight-collector @kenzieam @sherlocksuperfan666 @confessionsofastrugglingteen @joseyslo @ms-munchkin @saintwiz @thathedonistgirl @thegrandmasterschampion @this-side-of-midnight5 @lokislilslut @vioietta @rainthekittycatsblog @fire-in-her-veinz @cutie1365 @puff1408 @joyofbebbanburg @brokenthelovely @tehgvicious @lovelylazerbeams @fyrecrafted @lilith-akemi @sarcsep @alexakeyloveloki @lotus-eyedindiangoddess @iris-suoh @brucesflightattendant666 @station1485 @disney-kingdom-hearts @bluestaratsunrise @devilbat @smolangstbean @dangertoozmanykids101 @dracosmudbloodd @barelyreality @laochbaineann @steampowerednightvaler @shockwavee @wegingerangelica @nightrose64 @wegingerangelica @calamity-queen @mischeviousliar @zainabmmm @micki-smiles @kara-kimura @pinkzz123 @rightfulkingofjotunheim @cyenakarma @holykryptonitekitten @avenging-blackwidow @dragon--dragon @onelazy-cat @doralupin01 @hp-hogwartsexpress @lokislilslut @cherrygeek86 @fandoms-wither-me-away

The liquid in the crystal glass was of the darkest garnet and I swirled it around meticulously.

A shadow passed on quick feet and the air stirred feeling like an icy wind had just blown past me.

I glanced up, my eyes landing on Loki’s broad, leather-clad shoulders.

Most of the night he had been lounging around on one side of the palace ballroom. I had tried to hide many of my attempts at watching him behind the glass of wine I had been drinking.

I was certain he could not see me watching him as I made the shadows my friends and let them swallow me up. He was washed in the golden glow of the candelabras, but all the while I thought he would have been more at home in the shadows with me.

He had lounged against the far wall, cooler than ever, listening to an animated conversation before him. His head was tilted down and ever so often he would peek up, a strand of his dark hair against his temple, only to look back down again.

Women and men had been drawn to him throughout the evening. With each exchange, he seemed to grow more agitated. Encounter after tiresome encounter I watched, until finally around the corner another patron came. She was brazen, thinking her chances with the Prince would be far better than her predecessors.

Whatever words flowed from her mouth were likely the supplications he experienced on a day-to-day basis and I watched as she reached out to stroke his shoulder. I straightened, focusing on his reaction, wondering if he would finally embrace this woman’s attention. Loki dodged her caress and made a face I could only judge as sheer and utter disgust. He pushed passed her, rudely, obviously too drained from the evening for any pleasantries.

Loki did an odd thing as he walked elsewhere in the ballroom. He searched the crowd of faces. I was sure he was looking for someone, almost as if glancing them would set his mind at ease.

I had been given as a gift to Odin’s family years ago, but the palace was so big and so vast and so deep that I lived on one side of the universe while Loki inhabited all the rest.

I felt like I fit the common storyline-- a princess locked away in a tower. A pretty little thing collected, polished for a time to a beautiful glean, cast aside and forgotten about-- only taken out to be paraded like a broodmare in heat at gatherings such as the one I was watching the Prince of Asgard at now. All the while, from the first encounter with Loki, I had desired him.

I watched as Loki stood for a time with his brother, Thor. However, he must have grown bored of his brother’s animated grunting because he pushed off the wall with his heel to begin walking into the shadows, underneath the torch lights to the vestibule outside.

I held the glass of liquid courage to my lips, gulped it down, feeling the fire trail down my throat and began to walk towards where Loki stood. His palms were planted on the wall of the balcony, his broad shoulders spread wide. I twinged thinking about running my own palms over the leather that adorned his broad, muscled shoulders.

Loki heard me approaching.

He was never one to be taken by surprise-- he always had his guard up. I often wondered if he hid behind it so the real world could no longer harm him.

My hips softly bumped the balcony. I didn’t look at Loki; I knew that if I did I might dart back to the party, to safety and comfortable invisibility.

Unsure of what to do with my hands, I picked at my fingers, settling on placing them in front of me on the balcony, the metal of the palace surprisingly cool against my damp palms.

I was beginning to feel woozy and I splayed my fingers wide. My pinky finger accidentally bumped Loki’s.

Loki’s head snapped towards me, his eyes were set in a hateful scowl and I shrank into myself, my eyes widening out of fear and self-preservation.

“Is there something you need?” Loki hissed.

“What? No. I, er…” I trailed off.

“You could not possibly have grown tired of the charade taking place in the eastern ballroom?”

I looked at him, parting my lips to speak only to close them tightly again.

The “liquid courage” I had downed must have been catching up to me. My body pushed against the balcony, leaning out too far over the edge, the wind softly tugging at my hair and a strand came loose to float away from my face.

Loki’s hands shot out, grabbing my arms tight enough to leave red marks.

“Could you be more careful?” He asked, his voice full of disdain.

I snickered inappropriately, his anger seemed funny and not so scary anymore, “What is it to you?”

Loki surprised me further, for the first time since meeting him, he seemed genuinely shocked. His jaw slackened and his eyes became lidded-- it was evident he was reinforcing his ever-present wall. But was it for his protection or mine?

“Enjoy the night,” he said in a hushed tone. He turned away from me, his hand remaining against the stone wall before he began to walk away, “You look radiant washed in the moonlight, Y/N.”

I grabbed the balcony to steady myself at his words. What had possessed him? I had never heard him utter my name and the way he said it, like honey slipping from his lips. Never had a name sounded so completely erotic-- like some dirty deed had taken place.

I didn’t want to be there anymore; I felt small and alone. I had a balcony attached to my bedchambers anyway, I could just as easily stand there looking out over all of Asgard. Of course, I knew, seeing all of our world before me would do nothing to abate the ever-present feeling of being alone.

As I walked back through the palace I kept my head down, shame making me a prisoner to my thoughts. Loki’s face haunted me, how he had looked at me with what I thought was annoyance or anger, but later how he had softened towards me. Isn’t that what I had always wanted?

Before I knew it, I was turning down an unlit corridor. Throughout the palace were lanterns and other torches that burned brightly at all hours of the night, but this corridor… What had happened? I wasn’t expecting it and my mind was still fuzzy from the spirits I had imbibed. I stumbled. Picking myself up, I shook my head, trying to clear my vision and make the walls stop spinning.

My hand shot out in the dark to fumble blindly against the stone wall. Each step I took was more unsure than the last.

I heard something, like the heel of a boot against the cool stone floor. “Anyone here?” I asked, but only the wind howling against the wall of the palace answered.

All at once, I turned a bend and ran into something solid-- unmistakably a male body. I squeaked in surprise.

“Aren’t ye a pretty thing?” The voice was slurred and the scent of wine assaulted my nostrils.

“William, look what we have here. The wet heat between her legs was most like seeking us out.”

“What? No, no I didn’t,” I said, almost as confused as I had been when I was with Loki on the balcony at the party.

The voice receded and another man, bigger than the first, placed his unwelcome, tree-trunk arms around my waist dwarfing me-- making me feel like I was in danger of being crushed.

I sniffed, straightening up as much as my clouded mind would allow me too, “Please unhand me.”

The men laughed, “Please?” William spat, “What lovely manners you have been trained to ‘ave.

“Now stop that, no one is letting you leave. Besides our mates wouldna like it if you didn’t come for a visit.” They both laughed boisterously.

“No, no, this is a mistake!”

William picked me up as I kicked, my feet dangling in the air, striking nothing.

I drew in a deep breath to let out an ear-splitting scream but before I could, a gag was placed between my wine-stained lips. “Can’t have ye drawing unwanted attention to yerself.”

“Oh come off it,” the first voice said, “it is obvious by the way she dresses that she wants attention. None of it’s unwanted.”

They both laughed.

I wouldn’t cry, but the fear that gripped my heart with it’s long, icy fingers made me long to. At least my tears would be warm.

As William dragged me I would go between bouts of no movement to complete rage driven fighting, my nails scraping against the wall, bloodletting from my fingertips.

I thought I had been everywhere in the castle, but I found that I was wrong.

The men who held me captive passed through a passageway and I lost all sense of where I was.

The further we went, the deeper into the bowels of the castle we traveled. A part of me wondered if they were taking me deep into Hel.

Finally, I was thrown to the ground, miraculously landing on my hands and knees.

I scrambled trying to get up but before I could someone grabbed me by the hair, as it had come loose in our descent.

“I heard whores like being treated roughly and we’re glad to accommodate,” a crackly voice said.

I was pulled to my feet and forced against a grimy wall, my arms raised above my head and chained. The gag was removed from my lips.

“I beg your pardon! I’m not a whore!”

The man put one stubby finger to my lips, shushing me.

“Wait here,” the man rasped.

As he walked away I studied my surroundings. It was as if I had been brought to some underground club of some sort.

Raucous men were all about drinking, playing games, and cursing one another. Serving wenches sashayed from table to table filling glasses and stroking shoulders, bowing low enough before the men’s wandering stares to expose the tops of their bosoms.

My eyes wandered up to the chains that confined my wrists and I tugged at them testing their strength-- the cool metal bit into my flesh as they were achingly tight.

Another woman, dressed in scanter clothing than I pranced towards me, stopping along the wall next to me. “Alfred, tie me up would you love?” she called out and the man who had confined me to the wall merrily obliged.

He glanced at me tugging at my restraints, obviously and futilely trying to escape. “You’d be wise to learn a thing or two about whoring from Winfred here, young bitch.”

Winfred acted as if she noticed me for the first time, “Who is she? I’ve never seen her in the brothel, Albert-- Madame Duncan must have gotten a new brood of vipers to tend to you rough lot!” She cackled, “You must stop being so rough with them, Albert! You will ruin us all!”

They both laughed together at a joke that I did not care to find humorous.

Albert walked away.

A tear shed from my eye as I began to feel more hopeless.

“Ah, now don’t cry, there is no need for tears. I’ll show you how it is done,” Winfred crooned.

“But I’m not supposed to be here,” I replied.

“I thought that too many times when I first began. But now I have five mouths to feed.”

I did not respond, too saddened by both what Winfred was sharing and my own predicament.

“Listen, deary, just go to a place in your mind that brings you the most calm,” Winfred paused, “Mine is the farm I grew up on-- truly peaceful. Oh! Here comes a patron now, you’ll be fine.”

I watched a stout man approach chained Winfred, he lifted her skirts and shoved himself into her with a grunt. She whimpered and grimaced, but then began moving with the man moaning with a smile on her lips. She was a good actress.

I couldn’t continue to watch; if I didn’t want to go through what Winfred was going through now I needed to escape. But how? I looked away, biting my lip, fighting back what felt like a constant stream of tears.

I was so occupied with finding my escape that I didn’t hear the brute approach.

“Crying are ye?” His hot, rancid breath blew on my face.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing you aren’t getting paid more than fair for.” He knelt forward, pushing my head against the wall so he could whisper in my ear.

“Keep up the tears and struggling whore, I like to use force.”

I began to tremble, “No! No, please stop!” I cried.

“Just like that.” His hand went to my skirts, pulling and bunching them up.

The roar of the patrons in the room that had been the constant sound since my arrival suddenly quieted to a murmur and then a hush.

The energy in the room became a stiff tension and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I felt *danger* with every fiber of my being, screaming at me to run, to get away. The man who was raping me was nothing compared to the feeling of this new threat.

The man in front of me sensed the same danger and he stepped back, his body trembling.

There before me was Loki, lethal energy radiating from him in powerful waves. Words were not needed to convey to the patrons his full-bodied rage. He stepped towards me, and his energy consumed me, threatening to make my body catch fire.

His lips touched my ear, “Who brought you here?”

I wanted to point, to throw around accusations, but my hands were still confined to their iron cuffs.

Loki followed my gaze, his eyes resting on the metal that bit into my flesh.

“Let’s get you home.” His hands covered mine, they were cool and a welcome sensation to the wounds that were lighting my nerves on fire.

I could hear the soft clink of the cuffs unlocking, and my wrists were released. “Can you walk?” Loki inquired.

I nodded but Loki grabbed my arm and supported me.

Foolishly, the man who had been violating me placed his hand on Loki’s chest in a desperate attempt to stop him and to gather what little reputation he may have had left.

Loki turned to the man like a venomous pit viper, a misplaced smile on his face, “This is not the last time you will see my face, you can be sure of it.” Loki pushed past the man and turned towards me as we walked away, his voice was gentle, “Come along now.”

Surprisingly, Loki knew how to get out of all the twisting and winding tunnels that led to the secret chamber, and even more so that he knew exactly where my chambers were located. Perhaps it was silly of me to take note of it, it was his home after all, but I couldn’t help wonder that perhaps he had been making a point to keep tabs on me after all.

Upon entering the room, Loki looked at me, his eyes full of concern and determination.

“I’ll call for your maidservant to bathe you.”

“No, please.” I sounded scared and I tried to relax a bit, “Don’t leave.”

“Well, alright. Stay here while I draw a bath.”

I stood, afraid to sit down for fear of being unable to stand.

Loki returned, steam pulsating enchantingly from the piping hot bath.

I tried to undo my bodice, but my fingers were still shaking. I pulled at the strings, but only managed to knot them further.

Loki’s fingers appeared before me, gently pushing my own fingers aside. He deftly undid my bodice while my eyes went to his face to watch his expression.

His fingers fell away to allow me to unclothe myself without his eyes upon me, but I pulled his hands back.

“Don’t stop, please.”

Loki’s eyes flashed with recognition at my request, as if I was a perfectly wrapped present he was being allowed to finally unwrap after a long wait.

Without hesitation, he pushed back the opening of the bodice and it fell to expose my shift.

My breath caught in my throat.

His eyes were on fire with lust and he glanced at me through dark lashes looking for my approval to continue, as if he half expected me to stop him.

I grasped his hand, my fingers unusually cold, and slowly slid them up my form to my breasts.

His eyes closed, the lids fluttering. I heard a low grumble in his throat indicating his pleasure.

His fingers closed around my breasts, softly squeezing them and his body moved closer in response to his arousal.

I noted how he towered over me, making me feel safe and child-like.

His hands slid to the neckline of my shift and he lightly slid it down my shoulders to fall in a heap around my ankles.

I was completely and utterly exposed, the cool air of the chamber rushed to my skin like a lost lover, causing my nipples to stand harshly erect and chill bumps to spread along my skin.

Loki leaned closer, resting his forehead against mine. He shook his head back and forth, as if restraining his own animalistic desires.

“Your bath will get cold,” he stated.

“I don’t care.”

“Bath, now.” Loki purred, a smile resting on his lips.

He held me close to his muscled form, lovingly and slowly backed me towards the piping hot water.

I knew that if I took a bath he would leave.

“I am staying right here. I want to be sure you are alright.”

I stepped into the bath, the tendrils of steam falling and twirling around my skin as I lowered myself into the fragrant water.

A sigh escaped my lips.

I settled into the water, reclining, “Why are you being so kind to me, Loki?”

“How do you mean?”

“Why do you care?” I asked, “You never have seemed to before.”

Loki straightened, apparently wounded by my words.

“I have always cared, which is precisely why I have tried to keep my distance.” My gaze was a prisoner in his own, “Do you not see I am no better than the man who...who…” Loki paused, his anger clouding his thoughts, “violated you.” He hissed venomously. “I am dangerous, Y/N.”

“How can you possibly think that, Loki? You helped me get away from that place, they were never letting me leave. They truly believed me to be a whore.”

“A *whore*?” Loki echoed. His nostrils flared and heat seethed from him.

Loki picked up a pitcher sitting next to the bath, in an attempt to distract himself from the anger that threatened to turn his vision red.

Hot water rushed into the pitcher as he dunked it and then poured it repeatedly over my sensitive skin. Over and over again until I felt at one with the cleansing flow.

The water stopped and the world seemed to still.

I opened my eyes, to find Loki staring at my lips.

“You are so frustratingly beautiful.” I leaned forward, my back coming off the tub.

“You want to kiss me.”

“Yes, and I want to do so much more to you… I want to do bad things to you. Don’t think for a second that I could not have done all of them and more.”

I brought my lips closer to his, my eyes looking determinedly into his, “Do them.”

“I never once told you after finding you that you were safe. You can be certain you are not. You are no safer now than you were before I found you.”

And with that, faster than a bolt of lightning striking a tree to light it on fire, Loki was upon me.

His lips coaxing my own, making my body rise out of the water like a Kraken hunting for a ship.

Water was dripping from my hair, sliding down my breasts, and coating the lips of my womanhood.

I left the tub behind and we moved towards the bed.

The pillowy mattress gave way under me and my wet hair splayed around my head like Medusa’s coils.

Loki’s broad shoulders were above me and I rested my hands on them.

“Are you certain?” He asked.

Logically, after what I had just been through, I knew I should not want this. Not now. Yet, Loki tugged on my heartstrings, and every atom, every cell that made me, *Me*, sang for him, craved him, and belonged to him as if he was my creator and as if he was my God.

“I have never been more certain of anything in my life.” With that, we took one another, like some drug or some medicine for the soul.

My hands grabbed at his clothes, unfastening and removing them until he was laid bare before me.

I traced over his marble-like skin, my fingertips caressing his scars and pleasure spots with an unfeigned sense of dedication and curiosity.

Loki had magic in his fingertips and they were rolling and caressing my wet labia and ever increasingly sensitive clit. My body would jerk and my hips would buck as his thumb would roll around my clit, commandingly.

I could feel a roiling heat within me, a volcanic rupture of neurons and passion threatening to release.

I was maddened with a sense of urgency to make him feel the same.

My hand slid from his chiseled shoulder, turning, my knuckles gliding over the hard ridges of his abdomen. My fingers grazed over the neatly groomed, dark hair to close solidly around his cock.

I could feel my pupils dilating with heated excitement as I felt his manhood pulsating and the veins protruding. I looked up to find his pupils, the same dark pits as my own, threatening to be my demise.

I carefully pushed the head of Loki’s cock toward my opening. One flick of the tip against my clit would surely send me into oblivion. I wasn’t ready for that just yet.

His cock pressed harshly against my lips. I could feel his excitement between the tips of my fingers.

Loki’s hips surged forward, his cock plunging into me and I cried out in painful pleasure. My back arched and his arm slid between the arch and the mattress pulling my body closer to his.

He lifted me with him as he moved creating a most desirable friction.

Loki’s chiseled abs tightened with each thrust.

“So wet for me,” Loki breathed against my lips as he kissed me, “So soft.”

He moved his arm from behind my back, his fingers greedily raking against my skin. Loki’s fingers closed around my throat, they splayed wide enough to push against my jaw making me tilt my head up and to the side.

Loki pulled back just enough to look at the mess I had become.

I watched as he slowly and forcefully pushed further into me, only to slide out and do it all again.

“Mine,” he growled, full of conviction.

His fingers tightened and his hips pushed ever deeper, “You are *Mine*.”

Loki was right. I was exactly where I belonged.

His words, his touch, his movements and our intimacy finally allowed me to cum. It blew through my body like a forest fire urged on by the wind. Through it all, I felt Loki joining me. He cried out, hips pushing, muscles twitching as his hot cum poured into me.

Loki filled me. Where once I was empty he had taken up indefinite residence.

I could not help but meditate on our undeniable connection as I drifted off to sleep. All the while he whispered how beautiful I was washed in the moonlight.

The next morning I awoke to find the covers pushed aside and someone else in the room with me.

“The Prince left in the wee hours of the morning, but wanted me to tell ye he would be back for you, Mistress.” I was shocked to see Winfred. “What are you doing here? Are you alright, Winfred?” I asked. I never thought I would see her again.

“Why wouldn’t I be? I am more than grateful to the Prince for hiring me as your maidservant.” A dreamy look misted her eyes, “The way he talks about you… A strong and pure possession.” She clutched at her breasts, “It is as though there is nay anything he wouldna do for ye, Mistress.”

She came closer to me to talk in a hushed voice, “The man, the one that violated you. Some men found him this morning, dead.”

My breath caught in my throat, “What? What happened?”

“Nay anyone knows, Mistress. They say it was the work of the darkest Seidr. Only a most accomplished and powerful sorcerer could leave a trace of the darkest kind.”

My thoughts flooded my mind, yet through it all I wanted nothing more than to be safe in Loki’s embrace once more, after everything he had done for me.

****** I hope you all enjoyed it! So sorry that I had to repost this because Tumblr ate it! I lost all my good comments, likes and reblogs. I’m sad. Anyway, if you enjoyed give me a comment and reblog. If you would like to be added to the Loki and/or Tom general taglist please send me an ask. If you don’t I may miss it. Until next time, Loki’s Pet Tiger

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Swimming Amongst the Stars: Jotun!Loki x Reader (NSFW) ***TEASER- a Pet Tiger Tuesday Addition

Summary: While vacationing at a mountain cabin, reader traverses the mountainside. Against warnings from the locals she goes where danger is sure to ensue.

Warnings: Depression mention, Blood, NSFW

A/N: A Pet Tiger Tuesday addition. I am actually staying in a mountain cabin this week and gathered my inspiration from that and multiple works of Jotun!Loki fanart!

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What was most shocking, more than his tattoed skin or his red eyes was his state of near undress.

The man’s chest was bare and the setting sunlight glinted on his sculpted skin like fire reflecting off of a piece of volcanic glass. A white pelt covered his back, which was why I mistakenly thought at first glance he was a wild animal-- and I was not entirely convinced he was not. The pelt was held together in the front with flashy, golden medallions inscribed with ancient and otherworldly symbols. His legs were covered with the same white pelt as his cloak. If not for his sapphire skin and his black hair he would have been near invisible.

I slowly backed away, fear gripping me. The heel of my boot thudded against my pack causing it to jostle. I knelt, stretching out my hand to grab at the strap, my fingers flailing frantically in the air.

The man stepped towards me-- his red eyes burned like two ferocious blood moons in his skull.

The pack would have to wait.

I turned, dashing away, a prey animal desperately clinging to the hope of life away from the deadly predator.

I turned my head to look back, but looking behind me was a mistake.

I saw the monster walking towards me as if he would not lower himself to chasing after me. What good would it do when it was obvious he was confident he would catch me anyway.

While my head was turned to analyze the situation, I tripped. My toes stubbing hard into a rock or stray root. I went down, bracing for the impact.

The snow did not soften the blow from the jutting stone slab. A splitting pain ignited my skull. My eyelids fluttered as I tried to remain conscious.

Before everything went black, the beautiful monster’s face loomed before me-- swimming amongst the stars.

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lokispettigerr · 5 years

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The Corner Supermarket: Loki x You ***Drabble TEASER

Summary: You have to go to the store to gather some necessary items, and Loki insists he comes along with you.

A/N: So this is just a cute and funny little story. My kindred friends and I were talking the below picture of Loki and what might make him so amused. My thoughts is that he saw his partner’s nips or cleavage. I then came up with a short little rp/ prompt about it and they really wanted a full fic. I made a compromise and turned it into a drabble. I hope you all enjoy this. I needed something funny and simple with little on the line. Made me feel good.

***Come up with your own prompt for this picture if you wanna have some fun! I would love to read them in the comments!

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“Loki!” you shouted out, projecting your voice through the walls of the apartment, “Where are all my bras?”

You continued to look through the dresser drawers, growing more impatient by the second.

The air behind you stirred, Loki’s arms went around you like a vice, “I’m afraid I haven’t a clue what you’re referring to.”

You turned, letting the full force of your scowl settle on his handsome features. You knew he had something to do with this...trick.

You shrugged, dropping the scowl and trying to manifest a charade of cool girl who doesn’t care. “Fine, I’ll just go without it.”

“Where?” Loki purred.

“I have to go to the corner supermarket.” You replied while you continued to get ready.

“For what?”

The charade could not hold. Why on earth or even in his nine realms was he asking so many questions? “Food.”

“I think not.” Loki smiled, he was unphased by your apparent unrest at him.

“Why the hell not, Loki?”

“You can’t possibly go out without your appropriate undergarments,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“You did this!” You were growing flustered, and he looked on the brink of laughter.

“Oh alright then. I know you won’t mind if I come with you.”

You stared at him, jaw slack, ready to push him to the bed and run.

“Fine.” You were putting forth an immense deal of effort not to clench your jaw and begin gritting your teeth.

“Fine,” he echoed, the amusement never leaving his face.

*** Please send me an Ask if you would like to be tagged in the full drabble. If it is not in the ask box I will likely not see it. My page gets alot of traffic!

I hope you all liked it. I would like to write larger fics, but currently, I have very little time to write. Things will get better and smut will ensue and grace your tumblr walls once again.

Peace always, Loki’s Pet Tiger

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lokispettigerr · 5 years

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The Corner Supermarket: Loki x You ***Drabble

Summary: You have to go to the store to gather some necessary items, and Loki insists he comes along with you.

Word Count: 865

A/N: So this is just a cute and funny little story. My kindred friends and I were talking the below picture of Loki and what might make him so amused. My thoughts are that he saw his partner’s nips or cleavage. I then came up with a short little rp/ prompt about it and they really wanted a full fic. I made a compromise and turned it into a drabble. I hope you all enjoy this. I needed something funny and simple with little on the line. Made me feel good.

***Come up with your own prompt for this picture if you wanna have some fun! I would love to read them in the comments!

Taglist: @njavezan @arttasticgreatnessoftheawesome77 @lovelyxserpent-br@kamaroon @britkane-shsl-librarian @not-made-of-glass @archy3001 @witch-loki @purplekitten30 @mad-doctor-mew @bakerstreethound @jmb959 @little-moonbeam-666 @bingewatchingmylifegoby @fkngparadise @lucywindigo@screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms @chocolatealmondmilkk @mellowgirl01@fyeahlitaajpunk @drakesfiance @wicked-starlight-collector@kenzieam @sherlocksuperfan666 @confessionsofastrugglingteen @joseyslo@ms-munchkin @saintwiz @thathedonistgirl @thegrandmasterschampion @this-side-of-midnight5 @scorpionchild81 @hanginbyadream @lokislilslut @vioietta@rainthekittycatsblog @fire-in-her-veinz @cutie1365 @puff1408@joyofbebbanburg @brokenthelovely @tehgvicious @lovelylazerbeams@fyrecrafted @lilith-akemi @sarcsep @alexakeyloveloki @lotus-eyedindiangoddess @iris-suoh @brucesflightattendant666 @station1485@disney-kingdom-hearts @bluestaratsunrise @devilbat @smolangstbean@noctifers-blog @dangertoozmanykids101 @barelyreality @laochbaineann@steampowerednightvaler @shockwavee @wegingerangelica @nightrose64@queenofhellisafangirl @calamity-queen @mischeviousliar @zainabmmm@micki-smiles @kara-kimura @pinkzz123 @rightfulkingofjotunheim@avenging-blackwidow @dragon–dragon @onelazy-cat @doralupin01 @hp-hogwartsexpress @cherrygeek86 @fandoms-wither-me-away

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“Loki!” you shouted out, projecting your voice through the walls of the apartment, “Where are all my bras?”

You continued to look through the dresser drawers, growing more impatient by the second.

The air behind you stirred, Loki’s arms went around you like a vice, “I’m afraid I haven’t a clue what you’re referring to.”

You turned, letting the full force of your scowl settle on his handsome features. You knew he had something to do with this...trick.

You shrugged, dropping the scowl and trying to manifest a charade of cool-girl-who-doesn’t-care. “Fine, I’ll just go without it.”

“Where?” Loki purred.

“I have to go to the corner supermarket,” you replied while you continued to get ready.

“For what?”

The charade could not hold. Why on earth or even in his nine realms was he asking so many questions? “Food.”

“I think not.” Loki smiled, he was unphased by your apparent unrest at him.

“Why the hell not, Loki?”

“You can’t possibly go out without your appropriate undergarments,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“You did this!” You were growing flustered, and he looked on the brink of laughter.

“Oh alright then. I know you won’t mind if I come with you.”

You stared at him, jaw slack, ready to push him to the bed and run.

“Fine.” You were putting forth an immense deal of effort not to clench your jaw and begin gritting your teeth.

“Fine,” he echoed, the amusement never leaving his face.

You walked down the street in the autumn chill. Loki had rushed you out once you had agreed to take him and in your hurry, you had forgotten to grab a light jacket. You wrapped your arms around yourself, hugging your chest, feeling the goosebumps covering your arms under your fingertips. You were painfully aware of the tightening of your nipple buds and the fact that they were most likely extremely visible through your fitted t-shirt. He did this on purpose.

You looked over at him, he was beaming, starring at your breasts, thoroughly amused with himself.

Two could play at this game.

“I feel so exposed…”

“How do you mean?” Loki asked.

You whispered from the side of your mouth, “everyone is starring, I could have sworn I just saw that guy that passed wipe drool from his lips.”

Loki’s head whipped around, “Where?” He demanded.

You chuckled internally, but feigned a groan, “Oh, that one did too.”

Loki looked around, “Where is this damned supermarket, again?” he growled.

“Just around this corner here,” you said turning.

You approached the sliding doors with a smile on your face, no longer as perturbed by the cold.

Loki shoved his hands in his pockets. It was obvious he was still a little shaken at your earlier comments, but he was quick to let go of things like that.

“So what do you need?” He asked, his eyes glazed as he tried to clear his unwanted thoughts from his mind.

“Oh, just a few things, feminine products, yogurt, ingredients for your favorite, curry chicken pasta.” You began to walk along the aisle.

You looked back at Loki over your shoulder, “Grab a cart, would you?”

You swing your hips as you continued to walk. Loki was staring at your ass, slouched over as if he was trying to conceal his apparent attraction towards you.

He turned to grab a cart and pursue after you.

You were quick to gather your ingredients and only had one left to locate.

Loki followed, you could feel his eyes on you the entire time. You stopped in an aisle, your finger went to rub at your lips while your eyes scanned the shelf before you.

Loki moved to block you, “so about the--”

You moved forward, spotting the item you needed just beyond his ear, cutting him off.

You stretched, “Don’t move, one sec.”

Your breasts grazed against Loki’s chest as you stood on tip-toes and you groaned a bit while you grabbed at the item. Arousal burned through you starting at your nipples as they grazed lightly against his chest.

Loki drew in a sharp breath and you could feel his cock stiffen in his pants. You froze, your eyes meeting his.

You licked your bottom lip, “What were you saying again?”

“We need to get you home...now.”

It was obvious Loki would not be able to control his lust much longer. His lust was not like that of a mortal, it was insatiable, especially toward you.

“But our stuff,” you gestured at the cart full of items you had yet to purchase.

“Forget it,” Loki’s arms closed around you and he lifted you like a baby-doll into his arms. You giggled against him, burying your head against his neck, his hair tickling your cheeks.

He marched with you outside of the supermarket, around the corner to continue the two blocks you had left to get home.

You were giddy. You were in love. You were aware of what would happen upon entering your apartment. You wouldn’t even make it to the bedroom. Your imagination went wild, in fact, it ran faster than Loki did as he carried you down the street back to your apartment.

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