#soft!loki

[clandestineloki]

the queen of hearts (NSFW)

mafia!loki x reader x mafia!bucky

tw: threesome, cuckolding, light bondage, corruption kink, innocence kink, praise kink, slight humiliation kink but it's very sweet i promise, unprotected sex

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he’s always loved seeing you so nervous.

loki watches as you waddle around to the bar counter, lips parting and closing again in hesitation.

goodness, you pure little soul. he can see your dainty little hand tapping at your side as you ask for two glasses of Bourbon Old Fashioned, stuttering out a please and thank you like a good girl, and norns if you aren’t just the cutest when you’re shy.

as if you haven’t done much more depraved favors for him than just fetching some drinks.

and not only is that trait the one thing loki loves most about you; it’s also the most obvious. you can never hide anything from him— not that you do that often, but it doesn’t take him much… persuading to get you to admit what’s on your mind— the flush of your cheeks and chest and the way your eyes dart away and the way you hide your face in the side of your hair is unmistakable.

especially tonight, when he invited you to come with him to the casino for a few hours of poker between him and the second-in-command of the howlers— bucky barnes.

normally loki’s quite possessive, hiding you away from any men that even breathe differently near you, in fear that they might kidnap you or take you away from him.

but he trusts bucky and knows him quite well— from the very wine he fancies to the two secret hideout flats he has in case something happens (aka, where to find him if he even dares to try anything).

more importantly, he relishes in the flustered look on your face when bucky talks to you.

and he finds it adorable how you're nothing but a flushing, timid mess around barnes.

it’s no secret you see bucky as much more than just your lover’s illegal business partner. (loki knows that shyness all too well, from when he first took you to a dinner date at the rooftop of a first-class hotel and asked to be your official boyfriend, from when he gave you a beautiful diamond necklace to wear at a party with him, from when he kneels between your spread legs, lifting up your dress to reveal the dripping wet, clenching little cunt he loves to spoil so much.)

it was undeniably cute how you clung to loki when the three of you first met at the lobby, and even more adorable when barnes complimented your little blue dress and you mumbled a thank you, tucking your face into loki’s shoulder.

he merely chuckled, softly patting your head as he sent a knowing look to barnes.

“i’m back!”

loki looks up to see you place down the glasses.

the corner of his mouth quirks, and he reaches for your hand and presses it to his lips, mumbling a thank you, angel as he watches in amusement as you react so cutely, eyes widening and face burning red.

bucky clears his throat and raises his eyebrow from the other side of the table. “loki. your move."

loki snickers, letting go of your hand as he side-eyes bucky. “don't rush me, barnes. you'll get your turn soon."

both of them know he's not just talking about poker.

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“you fucking bastard.” bucky grins, laughing breathlessly.

loki chuckles, raises his hands as the dealer sweeps the chips to his side of the table.

“one time. one time you let me win is all I ask," bucky takes another swig of his drink.

“sorry, i have to put on a show. can't let my darling here think i'm a loser.”

you perk up from leaning on loki's shoulder, half-asleep.

“hmm?" you mumble, sitting up. "more drinks?”

loki chuckles, placing a hand on your knee and another on your head to lean you back against him. “no, no, we're alright, thanks, love.”

“y’know,” bucky quips, tapping a finger on the table. “this’s getting a little boring. you and i both have a lot of money and betting a few thousand isn’t gonna change that.”

loki tilts his head, brows furrowing. “i don’t follow.”

“just wondering,” bucky shrugs, running his metal hand through his hair. “why don’t we put much more valuable stuff at stake?”

your lover grins. “like?”

bucky rolls up the left sleeve of his black button-up, flashing a stunning gold watch.

“this is one of the very first rolex oysters ever made, back in 2000. an ordinary one costs six thousand, but this baby is worth 1.7.”

“million?”

loki turns when he sees your eyes widen as you lean forward, admiring the watch.

“you heard it right. some say the only people who have ever touched it are the ceo, steve jobs, and kim kardashian.”

“and you.” you mumble softly. “i remember i watched this on buzzfeed unsolved. it went missing from from the british museum... did you-?”

“hold on, sweetheart," bucky chuckles, “i didn't steal this or anything. hydra did, i just happened ‘ta rip it off that bastard strucker’s dead body.”

loki turns to bucky. “it’s… quite interesting. though, it's a shame i don’t have anything on me tonight worth betting.”

bucky’s eyes meet yours.

then he grins.

“how ‘bout you bet your little angel here, huh?”

loki’s eyes darken, pulling you close to himself. “what?”

bucky laughs, waves his hand nonchalantly.

“not, like, forever, just one night, take her for a little spin. bet she sounds real pretty when she feels good, huh?”

in the corner of his eye, loki sees your brows furrow, and he feels you grip onto his shirt tighter.

“not that i’ll stand a chance against you, snake boy. doesn’t really matter what you put on the line if you win, right?”

you place your hand over loki’s, looking up at him anxiously. “loki, did i hear that right?”

he brushes a hand against your cheek, before turning to barnes.

“give us a moment."

bucky nods, standing up to go get another drink, leaving the atmosphere heavy with tension as loki patiently waits for you to say something.

“is it… weird that i kinda want the watch?"

loki scoffs, patting your hair as you lean into his touch. “of course not. i’ll win it for you, i’ll even kill him if it m-”

“no!!" you yelp, and he laughs.

“just joking, dear." he kisses your hand again.

“mhm.”

“mhm?" he mimics your breathy hum, smirking and teasingly kissing your cheeks and neck. “and why is my angel suddenly so shy, mhm?"

you gasp, trying to push him away with no avail. “loki, love, baby-”

he leans in just enough for his lips to graze against your ear. “can i tell you a secret?"

you nod, whining softly, and he grins.

“i know about your little crush on barnes~"

your eyes widen. “what?"

“oh, don't act so coy, love.” loki presses a hand to your chest, pushing you against the seat. “you know you can't hide anything from me, can you?"

“i’m not hiding anything-”

loki chuckles, shaking his head as he leans over you, smiling harder when your face flushes.

“right, you aren't, love," he tucks a stray bit of hair behind your ear. “not when it's so obvious to me. not when you’re such a shy little dove when he’s around, hmm?"

the way your lips part and close again as if you’re struggling to speak goes straight down to his crotch. he knows deep down you want this, that no matter how much you deny it the way you squeeze your soft thighs together is unmistakable.

“i’m going to accept this little deal, angel.”

he tentatively presses his thumb against your lips, watching intently as your chest heaves nervously at his touch.

“and while we’re playing, i’ll be watching your every reaction to him.”

he brushes your lower lip, pressing a bit harder to slip his thumb into your mouth, pulling away just a second after. you mewl softly, but he pins you to the seat so you can't get away as he leans in to brush his lips seductively against your neck.

“and if i see you turn even the slightest bit pink, i’m going to let him win on purpose and he’ll have you all to himself for the rest of the night.”

he knows you're way too transparent to even try and hide it, but that's the point, isn't it? he knows you want it too. and who is he if not the very first person who should be showering you in rewards and granting your every wish?

he nips down hard on your neck*,* then sucks delicately on the spot, relishing in the sweet sound of pleasure that leaves your lips.

“and if you’re a very good girl for him, i’ll give you a reward you’ll love very much. do you understand, my angel?”

“yeah,” you answer, more whimper than words.

he grins, and just in time, bucky comes back with a few drinks, sitting across the table just as loki moves away from your trembling figure, adjusting his tie very casually as if he didn’t just cuckold you off to his best friend.

needless to say it doesn't take long for the game to end and the more exciting part of the night to begin.

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loki pours himself a drink, swirling the liquid around in the ice and taking a sip.

pretending his cock isn't getting harder with every whimper from you.

bucky’s got you pressed against the king-size bed in his suite, being a pretty angel so kiss-drunk already as he pins your wrists to your side. he’s teased you relentlessly on the elevator ride up to his suite on the 38th floor.

“bucky..." you mumble, your voice breaking off into a gasp as he moves down to your neck.

“gosh,” he grins against your sensitive skin. “you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.”

the praise has your head spinning as bucky sucks at your neck, grazing his teeth over the mark he’s making.

“see? that right there, how you get all shy when i tell you you're pretty, makes you such a cutie… i don’t blame loki for always keepin’ his hands on you, sugar~”

“bucky-!” you squirm as his knee presses up against your crotch.

loki takes another swig of the alcohol and sets his glass down.

he chuckles. “where are you running off to~?”

bucky is just as amused by your shy antics, letting you struggle in his grip as much as you want to, though he doesn’t let you go.

“gosh, lokes. she’s so-” he kisses your neck real hard and your eyes glaze over, “-fucking pretty.”

“she really is~” loki agrees, leaning back in his chair. “you know, you can be a little bit rougher with her.”

bucky hums. “really? she's real sensitive, don’t think she’ll last long, can’t have my little prize passin’ out on me. will ya’, pretty?”

you shake your head, and both men smirk at how good you want to be for both of them.

“i just wanna get a little taste of you, baby,” bucky mocks your breathless whines. “so could you be a good girl and lay back, hmm? let me claim my prize?”

“o-okay…” you mumble, feeling floaty as his hands wander all over you,.

“so damn cute,” bucky growls, nipping your ear. he places his hands on your thighs, spreading you out for him. bucky’s eyes widen, and he looks back at loki.

loki grins. “no underwear, hmm? just as i told her. see, she’s such a dirty little thing~”

“this whole time?” bucky kisses your inner thigh. “you’re corrupting her, loki.”

“and she likes it,” loki crosses his legs. “no matter how shy she is, it makes her feel heavenly when i praise her for doing everything i command.”

flustered at the way these lethally attractive men are talking about you as if you aren’t here, your eyes meet bucky’s and he smirks.

“that true, baby?”

“i- uh, kinda…?”

loki chuckles at your answer. “barnes, i think your reward is getting a little restless~”

bucky licks his lips and dives in for the kill, tracing his tongue along your slit before sucking on your clit. you whimper, trembling at the sensation, and bucky chuckles.

“god, you taste so fucking pretty.”bucky groans, using his thumb to tease your little bud as he fucks your dripping hole with his tongue.

loki shifts in his seat, the bulge in his pants becoming more and more prominent as he downs the rest of his glass and makes his way towards your helpless, shaking body.

a loud ripping sound fills the room and you gasp, completely bare as loki reduces your little blue dress to shreds.

“i’ll buy you a new one, angel,” loki sits you up as bucky grins up at you, his face wet with your juices.

your eyes widen as he licks his lips again, and you get flustered at the brazen look in his eyes.

“god, sugar,” bucky unfastens his belt. “’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll go stupid.”

you whine, closing your legs to ease the ache, but loki whispers in your ear, “don’t move, darling, you said youd be good for him~”

when bucky rolls up his other sleeve, you realize that you’re completely bare to them while they are both still fully clothed.

the feeling of powerlessness sends a tear down your leg.

bucky pins you down on the bed ass up, and loki takes the belt, binding your hands behind your back.

“she gets all fidgety when she starts feeling good,” loki chuckles when you whimper at his drawl. “don’t want her running off when you make her dumb, hmm?”

bucky swats his hands away, and leans in really close to your ear.

“i’m gonna fuck your pretty hole real good, baby,” he murmurs, and you whine at his dirty words.

bucky spreads your thighs and lines up, smirking up at loki, who quirks an eyebrow as he returns to his seat.

“and your loki here is gonna watch as you come for me over and over and over again like the little cockdrunk princess you are.”

there’s a lewdly wet sound that comes from your pussy as he pushes his cock into you, and you moan loudly, soaking him with your arousal and clenching down on him like a little slut.

“and maybe… if you look real pretty and let me do what i want, i’ll let loki have a turn~”

your glassy eyes flicker up and you whimper at what you see.

loki’s got one fist around his leaking cock, watching as his pretty baby adjusts to bucky’s size.

“you ready, cutie?” bucky laughs at the blissful teary look in your eyes, and decides that he’s got his reply.

he pulls his hips back slowly, making you really feel every bit of him sliding out-

bucky slams back in, stealing your breath and making you squeak brokenly. he laughs, kissing your cheek with a loud smack sound. “hmm? feeling good, sweetheart?”

“uhuh…” you look back at bucky, who grins and kisses you again on the lips.

“such a good little baby~” he mocks your airy voice, and presses you down on the bed and begins thrusting at a slow but rough pace.

loki groans as he watches you get fucked dizzy. “you alright, darling~?” he smiles teasingly, voice raspy from stimulating himself.

“y-yeah…” you mumble, whimpering into the pillows as bucky fucks you from behind.

loki just loves you like this: so depraved yet still shy and willing and still so eager to please, even when your coherence is withering away with every relentless thrust of bucky’s cock into your cunt.

“so fucking cute-” bucks rams particularly hard into you, making you squeak and kick helplessly.

“no, no, don’t fight it, darling,” loki chuckles, tilting your chin up to get a look at your pretty eyes wet with tears. “you’re just his little prize, so just be a good girl for us?”

bucky licks your shoulder and sucks on your sensitive skin, his thrusts getting sloppy.

“f-fuck, i’m getting close, baby~” he whispers hoarsely. “think you can come for me? keep squeezin’ your pretty cunt around me just like that?”

“mhm…” you whimper, nudging your cute little head into the pillow.

bucky fucks into you, groaning at the feeling of your warmth, and pins your shaking hips down on the bed before coming inside of you and making sure none of it drips out. loki cums too, his spent staining the expensive carpet.

shaky breaths tickle your ear, before he laughs and kisses your shoulder, pulling out and untying the belt on your wrists. loki laughs at how limp his pretty angel is as bucky lifts you up into his lap.

“cutie,” bucky traces a metal finger under your chin, brushing his lips against yours.

you shyly hum, eyes droopy and your body too exhausted to move.

but you still register the metallic click and something encasing your wrist.

“a little gift to you for being such a sweetheart, hmm?”

your eyes flutter open as you look down at the million-dollar gold watch around your wrist.

bucky laughs at the way your eyes widen. “don’t scratch it, baby. it’s a modern-day historical relic~”

“b-but didn’t loki lose?” you ask, “that’s why i-”

another set of arms wraps around you, making you wonder when loki got up from his seat.

“darling,” loki drawls, “what you don’t know is that either way, bucky would have ended up fucking your pretty cunt, mm? he likes you very much, doesn’t he?”

your lips part as he places you back down on the bed, spreading your legs before cradling the back of your head with one hand and grabbing your hips in the other.

“while bucky’s recovering from how good you made him feel, pretty angel~” loki praises you, kissing your lips and breaking away too soon, “let’s make the most of the night and your pretty body, shall we? don’t worry, you’re in very good hands with the both of us, my princess~”

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[homesickn]

Darling.

Loki x reader — sick!fic, established relantionship.

No warnings, just fluff and comfort.

Loki takes care of you when you're sick and makes sure you feel better. He's really soft.

“I feel disgusting,” you say. The words coming out slurred as you struggled to breathe with your congested nose.

“Darling?” Loki asks, concerned. “Can I do anything to help?”

You don't want him to see you like this, in fact, you've been trying to ignore your sickness for a long time. 

You feel useless, you don't want to exist, the only acceptable thing to your mind is the thought of going to sleep, the aching pressure around your eyes begs to be closed. You're almost crying from shame.

“Darling,” Loki reaches around you, embracing his arms around your figure, even as you protest, he lifts you up in his arms. “You can't work like this. I know you're sick.” He watches your puffy face, all due to your crying and sneezing.

“No, I'm not, I'm okay,” your voice rough as you lie, fighting not to cough with your pained throat. “I'm not sick, I can do things just fine.” 

He still keeps you there, now making sure your face rests against his shoulder as he takes you to the kitchen, already preparing some tea for you two.

“Have you taken some medicine?” He asks and you keep your face hidden, ignoring the question. “You didn't?

“Don't be mad…” You begin.

“Why would I be mad, darling? Why would you not take your meds?”

“I don't wanna be sick, and I didn't know which ones to take, I took a pill but it didn't have any effect so I thought I'd just wait some more.” You're scared you'll sound pathetic to that, but Loki only rubs your back gently. 

Loki could sense the effort it took for you to talk, he keeps a concerned look on you as you only rest further to his chest. 

This is better, he thinks. She's accepting my help. My love.

Loki had a secret under his sleeve that could work, he could apply his healing magic to your tea — the magic his mother would give to both him and Thor when they got sick, on their younger days, the spell she taught him.

He remembers those days with nostalgic care, he keeps them in the depths of his heart for when his mind needs some kind memories, these parts are specially occupied with you, now. He misses his mother, but he can express the love he received in a new way.

You're shivering under his hands, so he conjures your fluffy, heavy blanket for you, covering you till your neck. 

He makes a mental reminder to prepare a warm bath as it's early in the evening, it'd help you feel better, and then he'd make sure you wear some warm clothes so you don't get any fevers.

“Love?” He asks you, your eyes are fighting to stay open but they're moist with tears from the cold. 

“Can't breathe,” you whine a bit in pain, closing your eyes and trying to rest but feeling the strong pang in your head.

“I'll make it feel better, love. I'm here,” He tells you, giving you a kiss. He was glad your temperature was normal as he felt it against his skin.

You cringe as his lips touch yours. “Don't kiss me… I'm gross,” your voice goes whinier than you wish for again, which he finds adorable.

“You can't pass me anything, my love. I'm a frost giant, I wouldn't get sick with mortal germs.” He gives you a kiss again.

“But I'm still gross though.”

“I could never find you anything close to gross, when I see you like this, I only wish to nurture you back to health, and make sure you're safe and loved, just as you deserve.” You try to hide your smile against his chest now, he can feel it, and it makes him beam with pride at making you feel a little better. “I hate to see you unwell.”

The tea is ready, he turns your body a little in his arms so you're facing the teapot as he makes two cups for both of you.

He makes sure you see the green sparkles leaving his hands as he puts your tea.

“I hope I'm making this right,” he blushes. “It's the spell our mother would pour on our teas when we were children, Thor thought it was disgusting.”

“Very good, really,” you joke around, smiling at him. “One of the few opinions I have, and little Thor thought it was disgusting.”

Loki gives you a tight lipped smile, but still smiles with his eyes too. He shakes his head.

“I think the magic is flavorless, the problem was just that Thor never really liked tea, and we just discovered a long time after,” he smiles at you. “So, my love, as I know you like this tea, I make sure everything is safe and good to your tastes.” He chuckles and you feel his chest move with the sound.

So you stay there, in his arms, watching his magic with a certain wonder, you'd never tire from this, he always loves the way you look at his magic, the way you look at him. It was never about the magic powers he carries, but the way you're the only person to look at him while he does it and appreciate him, just him, you like it when he does anything, you're the only one to look at him with this clear admiration your eyes always hold for him.

He quietly begins to hum a song for your ears, carrying you to the couch.

You move to take the tea and drink it. 

Loki touches your temple, he makes his fingers blue and —consequently, a little colder, just enough for your body to accept, reaching your forehead and keeping it there as you sip your tea.

He notices you're going quieter, just appreciating his acts, not really forcing yourself to speak anymore. He's glad, it makes him happy to see your body sliding slightly closer to him with each sip, probably almost too sleepy to notice. 

He conjures you the correct medicine, and you take it. With him kissing your forehead as you do so, like a little reward.

“I'd never shame you for being sick, you know,” He says, breaking the silence of the room. “I never want to see you feeling like you can't tell me again, even as your body starts to feel weak, even if the symptoms are just starting, tell me.”

“I will. I'm sorry.”

“I'm not mad,” he reinforces, quickly booping your nose, gently smiling at you. You stay quiet, he accepts that.

“How about a bath now?” The tea was warm like a balm to your throat.

You don't respond but complain with sounds of disapproval at having to move from the comfort of the couch, from under the cozy blanket.

“You'll feel better,” he comforts you, caressing your skin as he speaks in a low tone so as not to hurt your head. “I promise, just trust me.” 

He wraps his strong arms around your legs to push your entire body close to his, gluing you to him as he calmly princess-carries you to the bathroom. Patiently taking the time to hold you as he magically —to be quicker— makes the water warm enough for you and your tired body.

He helps you through the bath, bringing some things to make the bath time more relaxing like different soaps and a pink bath bomb.

“Bath bomb?” You laugh a little, glad the stinging in your head stopped a bit. You point to the product he held.

“It's fun, and I'm not used to these midgardian bath entertainments.” He gives you a kind smile and allows the comfort to surround you two as you take the bath together. 

He carefully washes your hair for you, massaging your scalp, hoping to show all his love through his fingertips and gentle caresses.

He moves down to your shoulders, your neck, pressing a bit harder in certain spots, then he slides down to your back with tender care. You hold your breath, and leave some moans of delight as your aching body feels the blessed touch.

“Are you feeling better, love?” He asks, you hum to agree, not wanting to ruin the moment. He muffles a laugh and keeps his loving touches.

Loki runs his hands across the other parts of your body with extra patience and passion, ignoring how sexual it could seem, he knows you're not wishing for it now. He still keeps a longer time washing you, and pressing his hands on your breasts, your chest, your stomach. Brushing among your thighs, anywhere he could show his love and feel your skin close to his.

He kisses your jawline, and moves your head a little to kiss you. The whole time was filled with loving little kisses, some all across your face, some on your lips as he couldn't have enough of your mouth, or enough of you.

The bath makes you feel clean and relaxed, you're allowing yourself to finally succumb to the peaceful affection he's showing you. It's almost overwhelming, you never thought you could have something like this, neither did he.

When the bath's over, Loki exits first to grab a fluffy, dry towel to wrap your body on. You got up and he immediately wrapped you in so you wouldn't face the brutal chilly air of getting out of the bath.

He takes you to the bedroom, your clothes are already on the bed. You tremble to think of removing the towel and facing the cold, but Loki makes sure that doesn't happen.

He puts you on a cozy green sweater, kissing your clothed chest as he's finished. Matching the sweater, he puts on you some warm pajama pants, then proceeds to kiss your stomach. 

He puts your socks on you, and gives a kiss to each of your ankles, almost reverently. Looking up at you with wonder, rubbing your legs. You almost weep at the sight, feeling overly emotional. 

After he's sure you're warm, he lets you decide on what to do next. You just want to sleep.

He turns off the lights of the house, and dims the one by the bedside table. He reaches for his book, this is one he's been reading without you, he thinks it's a bit too uninteresting to be shared, but now it might fit perfectly for the purpose of getting you to sleep.

You two created a habit of sharing your stories together, you love to sit around while he just reads for you. And whenever you read a story you really like, you get extra giddy to tell him every single detail about it, he loves it when you do so.

He knows how much you love his voice, and in moments like this, in which you need less loud noises, you can't help but pay even more attention to how soft his voice is as he speaks. You could listen to it for days, and thankfully, you can really listen to it all day, for days, he's yours.

He cozies you two under the sheets, the only light being the one by his side, so he can read to you, he makes sure it doesn't bother your eyes.

He holds your body on top of his, keeping a light hold not to pressure your skin, allowing you to rest your head on his neck, unbothered by the little sniffles of the remains of your sickness. He'll make sure to check some more spells later —unharming to humans, to be certain you get even better health soon after you drift off to sleep.

“I love you,” you say. He stiffens a little because it comes unexpectedly, then he relaxes. After all this time, Loki's still unused to these words.

He still gets surprised.

His expression softens and he can only hope you feel all the love radiating off of him.

“I love you, darling. Now rest, you'll feel better as soon as you wake up.” 

He begins reading to you from where he stopped, taking pauses a few times to explain some details to you, quietly. You pay attention to the sound of his voice, and his chest moving under you with each word he speaks, until you drift off to a comfortable night of sleep.

This is my apology for not having posted anything this week because I, once again, got sick, so I wrote this! Oh to have a Loki taking care of me.

I hope it can bring some comfort to you all!

Taglist: @mischief2sarawr @dangertoozmanykids101 (I don't know if it's ok to tag in a sick!fic but it's ok if you don't feel comfortable with it ♡)

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[chocolatechipkiki]

~Oblivious~

LokixReader Fluff-Shot

Word Count: 2,415

Warnings: Absolutely large amounts of fluff up ahead! That's it! Summary: Loki and you were spending the evening of your anniversary in a calm and gentle way. During your time together, Loki brings up the first time you two realize the other had feelings for them and enjoys recounting the story to you as you loved.

This is written for @sarahscribbles Birthday Celebration! It's only my fourth finished one-shot for Loki ever, so I hope I actually meet some of your standards! I used the prompt "Are you really so oblivious?" which I put in bold in the text!

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"Do you remember when you found out that I had feelings for you?" Loki said, his eyes crinkled up in delight. His cheeks were pink in the soft candlelight and he held a glass full of wine, leaning against the marble countertop of the washroom. 

Y/N, seated in the bathtub a few feet away, giggled and set her own glass down. "By the norns, Loki, why must you always bring this up?" she asked, but her tone told him she wanted to relive the memory anyways. Loki smirked and rolled his eyes. 

"Honestly, I still don't know how you couldn't tell I was madly in love with you," he said. "I was a righteous and noble Prince, yet I was nothing more than a muttering mess when you were around." He pushed himself off the counter and closed the distance between the two of them, sitting down on the edge of the tub and tucking a few wet strands of Y/N's hair behind her ear. She smiled, looking into his blue eyes with pure adoration. 

"Yet you never told me anything until you were jealous of your brother," she quipped, wriggling her eyebrows at him. He chuckled, a delightful sound that Y/N would never grow tired of hearing. She smiled as he recounted the two days leading up to his jealousy, his smile never leaving his lips.

It had been the middle of winter, and Y/N was good friends with both of the Odinsons since meeting them the year prior. The three of them did everything together - so much so that Y/N had to designate times to spend alone with each of them, or they would bicker and send her into a flurry of chastising. These two particular days had been exceptionally hard on Loki, as his mother was off with Odin, writing up a peace treaty with the neighboring realm. Loki hadn't spent much time away from Frigga, and the toll it was taking on him hadn't been especially kind.

Y/N was patient with him, though. She had slept in his room so he wouldn't be alone. It spoke novels to Loki, as he was afraid to even ask something of her to begin with, and she had offered to do so before any words left his mouth. But Loki had woken to an empty room the next morning, which left him rather crestfallen.

Y/N was off spending time out in the city with Thor and Lady Sif, commissioning a weapon smith for new daggers. They decided to make a day out of it - buying goods from stalls filled with burly men that intrigued them and snacking on treats from plump women that knew how to bake. There was lots of laughter as Thor recounted the many battles he experienced with Sif, always ending in her punching him on the arm playfully. As time went on, the sun began to set, and the three of them made their way back to the palace. 

When they arrived, they found Loki in the dining hall, sitting alone with a book and a few plates of barely touched food. He hadn't looked up when they entered rather noisily, still laughing with each other over some story of Thor mistakenly fighting a rock. As they sat down, Loki stood up. Y/N attempted to make conversation with him, but he didn't acknowledge her once - leaving the room and his dinner behind. 

Y/N paid no mind to his lack of openness, and instead drank heavily with Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three as they joined them for the meal. She fell asleep that night in her own room, and woke up long after the sun had risen the next day. When she had come down to the dining hall again for breakfast, Loki was nowhere to be seen, and she hadn't noticed again because Thor was already being his usual, loud self. He greeted Y/N with eagerness, asking if she was still on for their spar session in a few. She agreed, and the two of them headed out to the training grounds after she shoveled some eggs into her mouth quickly. 

It was in the silence of the courtyard that Y/N finally realized how absent Loki had been, so she asked Thor if he knew anything.

"Is there ever a time where there's not something wrong with my brother?" he retorted, grabbing the wooden hammer off of one of the weapons racks. Y/N sighed as she took hold of the wooden daggers.

"I know Loki usually gets like this when Frigga leaves, but this time it feels... Different." She took her fighting stance, beckoning Thor to make the first move. He only laughed, throwing his head back and placing a hand to his stomach.

"The words 'Loki' and 'different' always seem to find themselves in the same sentence," he said, smiling down at Y/N with amusement. "But I don't see this as anything out of the ordinary." He patted her on the shoulder and took his fighting stance. "Come on, Lady Y/N, I don't want you distracted while I kick your ass."

The two of them sparred for hours, keeping warm against the cold winter air by keeping their bodies moving. But soon the chill was too much and snow started falling, so Y/N sought refuge inside. She wandered to the library for her upcoming "date" with Loki as she settled on the idea of waiting in front of the fire in there for him to show up. 

To her surprise, she found Loki already splayed out on his back in front of the fireplace reading as usual, and his eyes darted to meet hers as she approached him. She knew her footsteps were silent, but he still was aware of her presence. He quickly sat up and drew his legs underneath him, leaning back against the bottom of the love seat that sat opposite of the fireplace. 

Y/N continued making her way to him and plopped down next to him, leaning over to see what he was reading. "What's this? I thought we were reading something else, today," she said cheerily. He only shrugged his shoulders in response, so she continued. "Thor and I had a wonderful time outside today. But the sky had other plans for us, and we had to come inside early. Maybe we can go for a stroll in the snow later. I know how much you love this type of weather." She smiled at him, but he paid her no mind as he continued to stare at the pages in his hand. Her brows furrowed and she reached over to place a hand on his thigh, but he tensed so quickly that her hand paused mid air, before dropping back down to her lap. "Are you okay, Lo?" she asked, hoping the nickname only she was allowed to use would make him ease up a bit.

It only made him tense more, and he rolled his eyes before dropping the book down to his lap rather aggressively. "No, Y/N, as a matter of fact, I'm not okay," he said. Hearing his voice made her relax a bit. He's not giving her the silent treatment anymore, at least. But his tone was off, and she assumed it to be because of Frigga's absence.

"Hey, you know she will return tomorrow, right?" she said softly, hoping to rid him of his worries. Loki scoffed and went back to his book. Y/N's face reflected confusion as she turned so her whole body was facing him. "Is that not what troubles you?" 

With a huff he set his book down again, turning to face her now. "Are you really so oblivious?" he asked. When Y/N's face showed no recognition, he placed a hand to his temple and closed his eyes. 

"Loki, I'm so confused," she said, now placing her hand on top of his. He pulled back and stared into her eyes with a look of longing.

"You spend the entire night in my room, and what, you think because I miss my mother?" he spit, hurt clouding his tone. "Then you abandon me before the sun even rises, spend the entire day with my brother, and still you have no idea what could possibly be souring my mood?" 

Y/N's heart flutters as she looks at him, but her mind screams warnings at her. She had always been so careful around him - not because he was fragile, but because, selfishly, she didn't want to ruin the moments between them that she found herself looking forward to every day. She had suspected that there might be more to her longing to lie next to him as he read the newest stories of the books he collected, but she told herself time and time again that if he had felt the same way about her, he would have said something. For him to be confirming her suspicions now, after all this time... Surely she must be misunderstanding.

Searching his eyes for some hint that he was messing with her, Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but shut it again as the words refused to form coherent sentences in her head. Her cheeks flushed from embarrassment at her insensibility. The only thing she could squeak out was a measly little "I'm sorry," before she grabbed his hands and held them. She turned them over in her own, admiring each and every crease of his palms, every ridge of his knuckles, and the curve of his perfectly manicured fingernails. He simply let her, feeling his frustration dissipate with her warm touch complimenting his cool temperature. 

After sitting like that for a long while, Loki finally looked up and met her gaze with hesitation. He now searched her eyes for any trace of uneasiness before he found himself leaning in slowly. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek as she glanced down at his lips, suddenly overwhelmed with the need to press her own to them with feverish desperation. But Loki paused when they were inches apart, and his voice lowered to an unsteady whisper, her name spilling out of his mouth so delicately, she wished she could reach out and capture the sound forever.

"By the norns, I have dreamt of telling you how I feel for many moons, but every time I wanted to, I couldn't find the words..." he said, lifting his hand to brush a few loose strands of her hair behind her ear. She closed her eyes gently, leaning into his touch like she needed it. Her heart drummed symphonies in her chest, and he didn't move his hand away immediately. Surely he could feel how quickly her blood flowed through her body with the flittering pulse in her neck, but if he had, he paid it no mind as he spoke the words she had been longing to hear. "I have loved you from the moment we met, darling."

Y/N chanced opening her eyes and was met with the most adoration filled expression she'd ever seen. She felt her heart now skip a few beats as her body took over, placing her hands to his shoulders and pulling him forward until their lips met. She kissed him gently, fireworks exploding behind her eyelids as his hands snaked down to her waist. He held her firmly, like she would change her mind if he wasn't careful enough. When they finally pulled away, Y/N placed her forehead to his and smiled sheepishly. 

"I love you, too, Loki," she said, lacing her fingers into his black strands and stroking his scalp with soft precision. She had done the same thing many times before, but something else sparked a different noise to escape his kiss-bruised lips, and his eyes fluttered shut. 

"Stars, sweetling, I've waited eons to hear those words from your lips," he said breathily, his smile giddy as he pulled back to properly look at her. "And I've never imagined they would sound this good."

*** 

Y/N giggled as she downed the last sip of wine in her glass. Loki leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Those words still make my knees weak and my head spin when you say them," he said, pouring warm water on her shoulders. He had begun bathing her as he recounted the delightful story, and she was loving every second of it. She smiled up at him, setting her empty glass down and relishing in everything about this moment.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," she repeated, watching as his lips quirked up into that smirk of his she loved so much. Loki chuckled and rubbed circles into her wet back, leaning over and pulling the drain plug.

"If you want to ruin the magic of those words darling, I promise you'll need to do a lot more than echo them at me. I could listen to you say that all day." He stood and grabbed a few towels, wrapping them around Y/N as she stood and stepped out of the tub. He leaned down and pecked her nose, which only made her giggle incessantly as he lead her out of the washroom. He dried her off with the towels and took them back over to the basket next to the washroom door. While he did this, she slipped into the bed, sitting up with her back against the headboard. 

Loki undressed, joined her in bed, and laid his head on her lap. Y/N reached to scratch his scalp out of habit, and he let out the same loving groan he did every time since that day. "I still love when you do that," he said, letting his eyes close as he relished in the feeling.

"And I still love you," Y/N responded, leaning her head back and sighing peacefully. Loki smirked once again, nuzzling his head further into her hands. 

"I love you, too."

#loki #loki oneshot #loki x reader #loki fanfction #loki fandom #loki laufeyson x reader #Soft!Loki x Reader #soft!loki #loki fluff #sarah scribbles birthday celebration

[daisybell17]

loki hc's (that i made at like 3 am)

i made this in bullet point form cuz i always like them to look like that

• He always keeps his daggers clean, whether her used them that day or not, he feels like if he doesn’t clean them, he will forget about Frigga, the person who gifted him his beautiful daggers 

• He doesn’t like going to the beach or any place that requires less clothing, he’s scared about people seeing and commenting on his scars

• Even though Loki is fond of magic, he would never touch on mind control, because he knows what it’s like to be a puppet

•Loki used to braid his hair a lot as a child, Thor even helped him make the braids, it was the first time he felt his feminine side awakening, like instead of a prince, she was a princess. Odin cut of his braids and since then he doesn’t even like looking at them

• There is always a tiny sack of belongings and money Loki holds onto. He doesn’t trust anyone to hold it as it’s his emergency runaway satchel for if he has to go on the run

• Loki dreams of love. Loki loves love! But he doesn’t engage with anything or anyone out of fear and distrust of himself 

• He paints his nails pink, blue and purple, giving a small sly of pride about his bisexuality. Oddly enough only Tony Stark knows about this, but he doesn’t judge…

i was half-asleep making this lol

#mcu loki #loki laufeyson #loki #loki headcanons #headcanon #bisexual #thor #somene hug him #genderfluid loki #soft!loki #loki fic

[geminigirl0298]

Hi! Some of us have probably been waiting patiently but didn’t want to you to feel pressured 🤍 just know you have a fan here patiently waiting for your amazing writing when your ready 🥰

Hey! School has been killing me and I have my final MBBS exams in less than two months.

Still, I have been writing. Since it’s been so long, here’s an excerpt from ATKM Chapter 17:

ALL THE KINGS’ MEN, CHAPTER 17 EXCERPT:

You weren’t quite sure how to react to Loki kissing you. The idea consumed most of your waking thoughts for so long, and now that it was happening, you froze. You froze. Soft lips were pressed against your own and you lay unmoving beneath the covers. The only man you could ever remember embracing you like this was James, and he was nowhere near as gentle. James kissed you to claim you- rough and cruel and in a way that almost always bruised your lips.

Loki was nothing like that. The warm caress of his mouth on yours made your head spin, and when he parted his lips, you allowed yourself to melt into him. You let him take control. He tilted his head to capture your lower lip between his and he did not try to shove his tongue into your mouth like James would have. Instead, he let the kiss progress naturally, even sliding an arm between your back and the bed to hold you closer. His other arm moved to support him on the bed.

“Are you okay?” He murmured against your mouth. “Is this too far?” You shook your head, and were rewarded with a kiss on your cheek. He moved to your jaw next, leaving soft pecks along your jaw until he reached your neck. The kiss he left there made you moan. Your eyes opened wide at the alien sound that escaped you, but your barely had time to process it before his lips moved to the shell of your ear, nibbling and licking in a way that had your cheeks heating.

“Loki…” your voice was breathless. “T-that feels wonderful.”

“Good,” he whispered in your ear. “I always want you to feel wonderful around me.” He kissed your ear, then the spot below it, lips trailing down until he reached your neck. You shivered when his lips applied more pressure there. A resultant tremble built in you, followed by another, and another as he repeated his motions. They shot straight through you and down to your core, making you press your thighs together.

“Oh!” You fisted his shirt. His mouth curved into a smile. You noticed that he took great care not to climb on top of you. He simply held you close, allowing you the safety of having him nearby without the suffocation of another body holding yours down. He-

“My king!” The call from outside was followed by a sharp knock on the door. “My king!”

A noise of annoyance erupted from the back of Loki’s throat. He stood up abruptly, marching over to the door to grip the handle and pull it open. “What?” Fear bled into the face of the soldier standing before him. You couldn’t blame the younger boy, for Loki’s irritation was coming off of him in waves. “What do you want?”

“They found the room,” announced the boy. “They found the room with the flowers-”

“They did?” you asked. “That was quick.” The boy’s face darted to yours and he promptly flushed. He must have noticed your quick breathing, along with the rumpled bed sheets and the king’s behaviour, and realized what he interrupted.

“My armies are very efficient,” Loki told you. “Heimdall would have transported them to where they needed to be, and since the Rogers’ household is empty-”

“It wasn’t,” the young soldier interjected. “It wasn’t empty. There was someone in there trying to steal the flowers.”

James, you thought. It must be James. He must have seen the soldiers and figure out what was happening.

Loki must have had the same suspicions, seeing as his eyes flickered to you. “Who was it?” His tone was rough. “Was it Commander Barnes?”

“It was a woman.”

So sorry again for the long wait. I appreciate you all being so patient with me. I cannot promise when the next chapter will be out but I am writing.

Thank you all in advance !

#loki

#loki smut #loki fanfic #loki x y/n #loki x reader #buckybarnes #dark!bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes x you #loki x you #soft!loki

[kilikina34512]

Cease This Temper Tantrum

Just a drabble/one-shot that I wrote with the goal of just writing. I love the idea of Loki being Loki only for someone to put him in his place and bring soft!Loki out. I hope you like the fruits of that thought.

Pairing: Loki x Asgardian Avenger reader

Summary: As you guard Loki, you get fed up with his rantings and decide to put him in his place by giving him what he needs.

Warnings: none really, insults? Asgardian disguised as Google translate's Norwegian.

Word Count: 886

It had been twelve hours since Loki had been contained since the Battle of New York. The invasion had been exhausting to deal with, let alone all of the repercussions of it. Now, you sat, guarding his prison cell. Once S.H.I.E.L.D. was satisfied and everything on Earth had been sorted out, he was set to return to Asgard with Thor, but you knew that wouldn't be for quite a while. With that in mind, you'd been assigned to be one of his guards. You knew why they'd chosen you along with Thor to be the primary guards, but it still irritated you. You wanted rest and you couldn't catch a nap for another six hours when your duty was over. Instead, you are trying to read your novel, not that Loki was making that easy to do. 

"Release me from this cage, you mewling quim," Loki yelled as he banged his fist against the glass wall. This wasn't the first insult he'd thrown at you since you'd come down to watch over him, but it was the least creative.

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped as you responded, "Seems the mischievous god has run out of creativity. Natasha told me you called her that. Here I thought you of all people would have no need to reuse your insults."

The glower on his face made you smirk despite your high irritation with his endless attempts to get under your skin. As he turned away to head for the cot on the opposite side of his cell, you heard him mutter, "Kjerring..."

Oh, no he did not.

You laughed, bending over at the force of doing so. He'd caught you off guard by calling you an old hag in the native tongue. Before you could consider if this bit of knowledge would be beneficial or harmful, you uttered, "Kronidiot, jeg kan forstå deg." King of all idiots, I can understand you.

Loki spun around, looking at you startled. "You are of Asgard."

"Indeed I am," you smiled.

"Then you of all people should be releasing me. I am your prince, I command you to release me!"

"I do not see a prince in front of me, I see a child."

"How dare," you watched as Loki began to spew more and more insults at you, winding himself up all over again. You'd had enough of it. You were exhausted, your body ached, and if he spoke one more loud word, your head might explode. 

"Enough," you commanded, silencing Loki who was still ranting.  "Cease your temper tantrum and be done with it.  You give me a headache."

You watched the god bristle, but his eyes lit up.  That was all it took to confirm your theory. 

"Your Hulk gave me a headache, it seems fitting to return the favor, even if it is not to the beast himself," he replied. 

"You do not wish to return the favor, you crave attention."

Your claim made Loki pause.  You could see his full body stiffen at the statement before he began to pace while attempting an air of indifference that you could see straight through.  "I know not what you mean.  It is my every desire to make you all suffer."

"It is not," you countered.  "It is your desire to be seen, to have attention.  I have spoken with Thor, I have heard part of your story," you were cut off by Loki's insistence that you know nothing of him.  "Stop," you said softly, but sternly, not really surprised when he listened.  "I will join you in your cell and give you what you seek, but your behavior must cease.  You will listen or you will not receive what you crave."

You watched Loki internally debate with himself before he stepped away from the glass wall with a single nod.  Giving the god a stern look, you entered his cell, closing and locking it behind you just in case you were wrong. 

You weren't.

Six hours later, Thor came into view of the glass wall, a look of shock on his face.  You sat in the corner of the cot, your novel in your left hand, read aloud to Loki who was laid back on the cot with his head in your lap, your right hand running through his curly, onix hair as he silently stared up at you.  

"Lady Agent," Thor called out to you.  You could never get him to use your actual name for some reason despite him using the other Avengers' names.  "has he used his silver tongue to entrap you inside?"

"Not at all," you responded with a small smile.  "We're just enjoying a good, classic novel."

"My lady has been telling me the story of Wuthering Heights," Loki adds, his voice soft and relaxed.

"And you've been so good the whole time," you praised as you smiled down at the god in your lap, making him practically preen and light up.  Thor watches from the other side still, completely perplexed at how you were able to cause such a drastic change in Loki that he's unsure if he should relieve you from your guard duty or not.  In the end, he decides to just take up post on the opposite side of the room and observe as you continue to shower his adopted brother with gentle scratches through his hair and your soft voice reciting the words of one of your favorite classics.

#loki oneshot #oneshot #drabble #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #soft!loki #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x female reader #kili stories

[diet-bathwater]

loki being mobius’s work wife <3

#the infamous -hey let’s take a walk- scene in season 1 T-T #their domestic moments are so HSHSHSHHHGHGG #THEYRE SO SO SO SOFT I JSUT— TTT-TTT #lokius #loki #mobius #loki season 1 #loki season 2 #loki show #loki x mobius #mobius x loki #loki/mobius #mobius/loki #mcu

[mobius-m-mobius]

Hey, Loki’s back. Well, I guess you two are ready to go.

#mobius #loki #o.b. #lokius #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #loki spoilers #the eye contact the concern THE tiniest 'hi' 🥺💖 #obsessed with how mobius is at his limit this entire ep but never hesitates to be as soft as possible with loki #like they weren't obvious enough when you rewatch there's all these bonus quiet moments too?? god they're so everything #(and i actually would like this to be a running gag lol) #loki s2 spoilers #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #ke huy quan #marvel #owenwilsonedit #dianagifs

[hargreevesseance]

loki + finding comfort

#lokiedit #lokiusedit #mcuedit #lokius #loki #loki series #loki laufeyson #mobius m mobius #they're so soft and in love #my roman empire #my comfort ship #time husbands #loki falling asleep in front of mobius 10/10 no notes #their date at the world's fair??? hello?? #it's got your shape #[me screaming in the background] #when mobius calls loki the god of mischief and it's so warm and fond #mobius grabbing loki like that i'm SICK #mine: gifs

[loki-us]

I know this has been done before but the symbolism here is just so poetic. Mobius gives Loki his heart over and over again. And every time, it’s beautiful

#lokius #love #loki 2 #loki series #loki season 2 #loki season 1 #my HEART #soft #gifset #loki-us blog

[clandestineloki]

“does loki think i’m pretty in this dress? he’s been glaring at me the whole party :((” reader X loki who is not actually glaring but giving bedroom eyes only his jaw is clenched because he is fighting for his life resisting the physical urge to take you to a bathroom and fuck you until you've come undone all over his cock

reader who’s covering herself up in bed thinking she's not sexy x loki who thinks you're a sex goddess and literally will not come all night just to make sure he can fuck all those thoughts out of your pretty head how do you not know all the things he wants to do with you?

reader who whimpers in her sleep and can't sleep without snuggling up to her loving husband x her loving husband loki who used to lie awake at night because of nightmares but now it's because your ass is grinding against his crotch and he's debating whether to wake you up or not because he's getting restless and so is his cock

reader who's on her period and is sniffling and crying because of pain and hormones x loki who asked her to sit in his lap so he could cuddle her but didn't know her intimate areas would be so warm and now he's stuck with a hard-on and an adorably horny wife grinding against him because it "helps the cramps"

part 2?? 😳

#loki laufeyson smut #loki x reader smut #tom hiddleston smut #marvel smut #loki smut #soft dom loki #soft!loki #soft!dom loki #soft!dom!loki #dom!loki smut #dom!tom hiddleston #dom!loki #dom loki #loki x reader lemon #loki lemon

[paulbee99]

Their joys, anger, sorrow, and love. 🍰✨

💓I have to say that they are the best MCU couple in my heart.

#loki laufeyson #loki #lokius #mobius x loki #loki needs a hug #loki x mobius #i love them #they are so cute #soft loki #mobius m mobius #i need them to be happy #i need them together #time husbands #they will be real #they are so beautiful #they are so silly

[lokiusly]

I think that deep down Mobius couldn’t prune the two kids because he subconsciously knew— he felt like it would be like pruning his own children. He was a father and will always have that instinct, no matter how many times he was brainwashed.

#people saying it was Loki or a Loki variant but like I don’t think so #I think that Loki would’ve figured it out if it was him #I think that Mobius would’ve told him it was a Loki #we have seen time and time again that Mobius has a soft spot for kids #and Mobius didn’t suddenly become a Loki researcher. #he was assigned to learn all about Lokis since a Loki escaped because he’s an analyst #because way back in the TVA past mobius knew nothing of loki #idk I guess we can agree to disagree #I just wanted to offer up another explanation #lokius #loki show #loki x mobius #mobius #mcu loki #loki season 2 #loki laufeyson #loki spoilers #loki #loki series #wowki #loki season two #mobius mcu

[sincka]

Mobius :*drinking a hot cocoa and minding his own business*

Loki :*suddenly hugs him from behind and hold him tight*

Mobius : afraid of time slipping ?

Loki : mh.

Mobius :*tilts his head against Loki's, stroking his hand softly*

#just a soft incorrect quote 'cause why not #softies #loki #loki series #loki laufeyson #tom hiddleston #loki season 2 #mobius #mobius m mobius #owen wilson #lokius incorrect quotes #lokius #lokius headcanons

[geminigirl0298]

Leather-Bound (4)

Relationship: Dom!Loki x Sub!Reader, Switch!Loki x Reader

Summary: You and Loki appear before the king, and Queen Frigga lets you in on a little secret. 

A/N: Sorry this took so long! There will be a part 5!

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, 18+, Minors DNI!, fingering (f receiving), masturbation, pussy slapping, face slapping, choking, flogging, spanking, multiple orgasms, orgasm control, orgasm denial, squirting, degradation, name calling, restraints, blindfolds, consensual sex, pain kink, vaginal sex, dom/sub dynamics, fluff.

Part 3 Masterlist

PART 4

The walk to the king’s chambers was terrifying to say the least.  Your heart pounded in your chest with every step down the gilded hall, and it did not help that you could still feel the remnants of your and Loki’s wild sex dripping down your left leg.  It also did not help that said prince seemed not to have a care in the world, walking beside you as though he were taking a mere stroll in the gardens.

“Would you stop being so nonchalant?”  Startled green eyes swung to you.  “I understand you’re going to get off with a slap on the wrist but I am not so lucky. Unlike you, I am not the son of a king.  The Allfather could have my head for this—”

“Father is not going to have anyone’s head—”

“—not to mention that ghastly princess and her barbarian of a father. I heard they mount the heads of their enemies on spikes outside of their castle. Some morbid form of decoration.”  You shot Loki a disapproving glance.  “Why would your father even suggest a union between you two anyway?  That woman is a menace. Everyone in the nine realms knows it.”

“My father cares not for such tales.  As far as he is concerned, Vanaheim has a strong standing, and a union would only serve to strengthen Asgard’s.”

“Then let her marry Thor,” you snapped.  “He’s next in line, not you.”

Loki’s mouth thinned into a like for just a fraction of a second, then it smoothed into his usual façade.  “Yes, but the Vanir are also power hungry.  He’d never let that hellion of a woman and her conniving father that near to the crown.  I suppose, from a strategic standpoint, I can understand his choice.”

“And you never once considered it?” Loki paused in his tracks.  “Marrying her, that is.  For all her faults the princess does seem to like you, and it certainly would be easier than defying you father.”  Loki scoffed.

“I live to defy my father, and I am not afraid of some spoiled princess and her entitled father.”  He took your hand in his, grasping firmly.  “Come.  My father hates to be kept waiting.”

You had never been in the king’s study before.  It was a private room, reserved for the king and whoever he invited in.  Four people were there waiting for you.  Princess Linnea and her father, King Bohr, were among them.  Both shared striking similarities— all red hair and icy blue eyes, both sets of which were on you.  The princess’ slid down to your hand that was intertwined with Loki’s and her eyes narrowed.

“Do you see, father?”  She pointed at you.  “I told you.  Prince Loki intends to break our engagement and run off with this whore.”  Loki held you fast when you tried to break your hand out of his grasp.  He positioned you slightly behind him so you were half hidden from Linnea’s spiteful words.

“Forgive me, princess, but there is no engagement.  As far as I knew, there was just an offer.  An offer,” Loki stressed, “that I have declined time and time again.  My father must have thought inviting you both here would persuade me to change my mind, but as you can see, it has not.  I apologize for making you both waste the trip.”

“The trip need not yet be wasted,” King Bohr spoke, with a pointed glance in your direction.  He watched you as though you were dirt that you were used to cleaning off of the noble’s shoes.  “Odin, my friend,” he said the word like a slur, “surely you can explain to your son why this engagement needs to go through.  Vanaheim and Asgard have always been allies and there is no need to sour what has been a long standing, mutualistic relationship.”

King Odin had been silent since your arrival.  Not once did he glance at you, saving his lone eyed gaze for his adopted son instead.  Now he spoke, with that terrifying voice that could command respect from even the nastiest of enemies.

“I agree.”

“Father!”

“Silence!”  Loki’s mouth snapped shut.  “You’ve done enough.  Embarrassing the princess.  Cavorting with this maid who you’ll no doubt be bored of in a month or two.”

Loki grit his teeth.  “That’s not what’s happening here.  I care for her.”  Odin chortled.

“I’ve heard that before, and you’ve never meant it.  I cannot fathom that you might be telling the truth now.”

“Well, it is!” Loki insisted.  “It is the truth!  And even if it wasn’t, you still cannot force me to marry her.”

“Yes he can!” Linnea exploded.  “He can, and he will, and you are going to marry me!  You insolent, slutty excuse of a prince!  You should be grateful I even want you!”

King Odin blanched. “Children—”

“Grateful?”  Loki shot back.  “The only reason you are even here is because you ran off three other prospects with your horrid ways!”  Linnea gaped.  “Yes, I heard all about that.  Did you think I would not look into you?”

While their fight grew, and both patriarchs attempted to settle it, you noticed there was one person in the room who had not yet said a word; the queen.  She sat at her husband’s side with a straight face, blue eyes taking everything in in that critical way you had often seen Loki do.  When her eyes landed on you, she stood up.  All the talking ceased.

“I wish to speak with the girl,” she announced.  No one stopped her, not even when she glided over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.  You looked up into her kind eyes and, for the first time since you entered the study, felt a sense of calm overcome you.  “Come with me, child.  Let’s leave the others to their fighting.”

ooOOoo

You had never been in the queen’s private parlour save for cleaning it.  Though you were assigned to the prince, it was not uncommon for the other maids to take each other’s shifts to allow each other some much needed time off.  You knew this place inside and out, could manouevre it with your eyes closed, yet sitting at the table while the queen asked you how you took your tea, you felt like it was unchartered territory.

“Sugar?”  Your eyes darted up to the Allmother. 

“S-sure, my Queen.  I mean, yes please.  Please, thank you.”  Queen Frigga gave you a disarming smile.

“Relax, dear child.  You’re not in trouble.”  She added a sugar cube to your tea and pushed it towards you.  “Drink.”  You did.  “Do you like it?  I have the cooks use herbs I grow in my garden.  My mother taught me how to grow them when I was a little girl.”

“It’s nice.”  You took another sip of the tea, letting the earthy taste tantalize your tongue.  “It’s wonderful, my Queen.  Thank you.”

Frigga waved a hand.  “Please.  Call me Frigga.  There’s no need for formalities. Not when you’re seeing my son.”  Her blue eyes sparked with mischief.

“Q- Frigga,” you corrected yourself, “I wish to apologize for all the trouble.  Had I known the prince was otherwise engaged, I never would have gotten involved with him.  You must know that.”

“This is not your fault.  In fact, it is I who should be apologizing to you.  My son is very bright.  Ever since he was a child, his intelligence has been a defining factor of his.  That being said, sometimes he is not as astute as he thinks he is.  Loki never should have done this.” 

Your face dropped.  “Oh.”

 “That’s not what I meant.”  Frigga put aside her tea and reached across the table for your hand.  “My son is very taken with you.  I can tell.  He may act stoic and nonchalant but he has never quite been able to fool me.  Loki likes you a lot.”  She slid her eyes down to her tea, innocence filling her tone.  “Is it safe to assume you have the same feelings for him?”

“Yes.”  The word rushed out like a long-held breath of air.  “Yes, I do.  I like the prince very much.” Frigga smiled then.  Clearly, your answer pleased her.

“Good.”

“Too bad it won’t work out.”  You hadn’t meant to say that.  The words came out before you could stop them, and you regretted it even more when you saw the look on the queen’s face.  “I-I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Yes you did.”  Frigga pushed her tea to the side.  “Tell me what you mean by that.”  Maybe it was the way she asked the question— a gentle commend rather than a request— or maybe it was all the stress and revelations of the day but soon, you found your mouth running like a fountain.

“It’s clear the king does not approve of me, and it’s clear that Loki is wanted elsewhere.  I just don’t see the sense in continuing something that will not be fruitful.  Loki is a prince of Asgard, and I am just a maid— he should marry a princess.  He should help unite the kingdoms.”

 Frigga lifted a brow. “Is that what you think?”

“I…” you faltered.  “It’s his duty, isn’t it?”

“And what about duty to the heart?”

“The heart?” 

“Yes, the heart.  Loki clearly does not care for that princess, and honestly neither do I.  She is not a good match for him.  Their marriage would be unhappy and likely to end in disaster.  Unfortunately, my husband cannot always see that.  He is so focused on the realm that he often forgets his sons are not just princes, but beings with their own feelings and nuances.”

You brought your hands together on your lap.  “So, what do I do?”

“What do you mean?”

“About this,” you gestured to the air.  “About the situation at hand.  Should I end things with Loki?”

“Do you want to end things with Loki?”

“No,” you said quickly, making Frigga smirk.  “No, I do not, but-”

“Dear, are you and Loki being safe?”  The question caught you so off guard you almost dropped your teacup.

“S-safe?”

“Yes, safe,” Frigga repeated.  “Are you taking measures to ensure there will be no child born out of wedlock?”

You shifted in your seat, remembering how Loki had finished inside of you just a few hours earlier.  “For the most part, yes.”

“Do you want children?” she asked.  “Have you ever seen yourself as a mother?”

“Oh, yes!”  You gave an enthusiastic nod.  “I’ve always wanted to be a mother someday.”

“Good.”  Frigga picked up her teacup.  She raised it to her lips and fixed you with a sly look over the brim of the cup.  “It’s wonderful that you’re both taking precautions.  A baby out of wedlock fathered by one of the princes would bring such a scandal to Asgard that no princess would ever pursue a marriage.”  She took a long sip of her tea, that knowing look still in her cerulean eyes.  “And we wouldn’t what that, would we?”

You frowned, still a little confused by her sudden change of topic, but answered nonetheless. “Of course not.”

ooOOoo

It was a week later that you realized what the queen was trying to tell you.  You were sat on Loki’s lap, chest to chest and arms up and around his neck.  He had locked them there with the silk ties, keeping his own hands free to roam your naked body as he fucked up into you in the way he knew you liked.   

“You’re so tight,” he whispered against your neck.  “So sweet for me.  Always so sweet for me.”  You moaned against his shoulder, earning a warning smack on your butt cheek.  “What do you say when someone compliments you, my little whore?”

“T-thank you,” you whimpered.  “Thank you, my prince.  I love having you in my t-tight cunt.”

“That’s a good girl.”  Your body was spent from three orgasms, and you were already approaching your fourth.  Loki, on the other hand, had only cum once in your mouth before he entered you.  Now he was steadily on his way to another, and you had no idea how long that would be.  All you knew was that his cock felt so good inside of you that you’d let him fuck you until you passed out.  Even after if he so wished.  “How are we doing, darling?”

“Good.  So good, my prince.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”  Loki fisted your hair, tugging on it so your head fell back.  You gasped when he attached his lips to your neck and began sucking with fervor.  His other hand reached down between you, rubbing your clit in precise circles that had your toes clenching and face scrunching up in pleasure.

“Loki!”  Your nails bit into your palms, wrists fighting the restraints as you felt yourself falling.  “Loki!  Loki!”  All you knew was his name.  There were a million other words in the universe but none of them came to mind.  The only thing that mattered was him, here with you, and the way your orgasm took you by surprise.  “Fuck!”

“That’s it,” Loki grunted.  A squeeze of your walls had him cumming inside you, filling you up in a way that you had long gotten used too.  “That’s it, sweet thing.  Take everything I give you.”

Your head flopped onto his shoulder while he finished, head lolling to the side in rapture.  Loki’s cock finally stopped spasming within you after a what seemed like an eternity.  He pressed a kiss to your forehead—a gesture that was now habitual— and brought a hand up to caress your naked back.  For a few moments, the world disappeared.  The world disappeared and it was just you and Loki on his comfortable desk chair, basking in the afterglow of another amazing round of sex as though you had not one care in the world.

Except you did have other things to care about, namely one in particular.

“I should get up.”  You wondered if he could hear the reluctance in your tone.  “Go take a bath and wash this,” you gestured between them, “off me.”

“Wait,” Loki gripped your upper arm.  “Stay for a minute.  I’ll come take a bath with you in a bit.”

“You can join me when you’re ready, Loki.  You know I don’t mind.”  Once more, you tried to lift yourself off his cock, and once more he held you in place.  “Loki, I have to-”

“Go wash off, yes I know.”  He leaned forward then, capturing your lips in a kiss.  It took no time at all for you to melt into it.  Such embraces between you two were now as common as breathing.  “Stay with me, darling,” he whispered between kisses.  “Just for a little while.”

“This isn’t fair,” you told him.  In response, he moved to your neck.  Your head fell back, allowing him more space to kiss and suck.  “Loki…”

“Darling,” he whined back.  “You’re so fidgety today.”

“And you’re so clingy today,” you teased back.  “Come on,” you tapped his shoulder.  “I’ll let you take a bath with me if you let me go.”

Loki snapped, “I’m not letting you go.  Would you just sit quietly and let me—” he cut off his words so harshly you swore he bit his tongue.  You almost expected blood to start leaking from his mouth.

“Let you do what?”  Loki stayed silent.  “Loki, let you do what?  You sound like you want me to sit here on your cock for the rest of the day, but you know I can’t do that. You came inside of me and since you don’t have the ingredients for that contraceptive, you know I have to wash it out.  I can’t get pregnant. You—”. You stopped, noting the guilty look on Loki’s face.  In the back of your mind, Frigga’s words from that day in the parlour floated back to you. “Loki?”

He looked away. “Yes, dear?”

“You know I can’t get pregnant, right?”  You spoke to him as though he were a frightened animal.  “Loki?”  His eyes dipped down.  “Oh Gods!  Loki!”  You flicked his shoulder.  “I knew it!  You’re trying to get me pregnant!”  He did not answer, so you climbed off of him with a huff.  “Unbelievable!” 

“You make it sound like I’m some sort of pervert.  It’s not like I was trying to trap you.  We know perfectly well pregnancy is a consequence of unprotected sex—”

“We were never having unprotected sex until you stopped being careful!”

“It’s not like you ever had that issue before!” Loki’s eyes were blazing.  “If you wanted me to stop finishing inside you all you had to do was say so!  You never once stopped me.  And don’t act like you don’t want children.  You’ve spoken to me many times about it.”

You reached for his discarded tunic and angrily threw it over your head.  “Yes, someday.  When I’m married.  I’m not going to be another maid who spreads her legs for some high born and ends up discarded with little kids to look after.  I won’t do it!”

“Who said I was going to discard you?”  Loki gestured around the room, where your belongings now joined his.  “I moved you in here with me!  I am with you against the wishes of my father because I want you.  That stupid princess and her father might be hoping I’ll change my mind but we all know I won’t.  What’s the problem?”  You threw your hands in the air.

“The problem is you’re doing it again!  You’re making decisions without including me and hoping that I’ll just go along with it.  I don’t care how smart you are!  You cannot just expect me to bend to your every whim!”

Loki scoffed.  “That’s not what I’m—”

“Yes!  Yes you are!  You did it when you neglected to tell me about the princess and you’re doing it now!  You can’t just move people around like pawns on a chest board to get what you want!  If you don’t understand that—”

“I understand that well,” he growled.  “What you don’t seem to understand is that the threat of my father forcing me to marry that princess is very real.  He can have you sent away or have me sent away until I do his bidding, and not even my mother can stop him.  This is the easiest way for us to be together.”

You stared at him in disbelief.  “You can’t possibly believe that.  Loki,”you clasped your hands together, willing him to understand, “I would love to have a child with you, but it cannot be like this.  Bringing a child into this world in a situation like this is not the answer.  It’s too much responsibility to place on a babe!  How can you not see that?  Please tell me you see that!”

Tears were falling down your face by the time you finished.  Loki, who had now fixed his pants back in place, began pacing the floor.  He looked at you, and you could read every emotion on his face.  The guilt, the disgust for himself and his actions.  The utter destruction and hopelessness he felt inside.  “Loki…”

“I don’t know what to do!” he hissed.  “I don’t have the answer to this!”

“Loki—”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered through tears.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t know what else to do!”  It was like his legs gave out.  His knees wobbled and his body crumpled onto the floor, only just catching himself in time to land on his butt.  You walked over to him with a sigh, taking a seat on the bed rather than the carpeted floor.  He placed his head on your knee and let you run your fingers through his hair as he spoke.

“There’s a law,” he began, “old and meant to be ratified but overlooked all the same.  It states that any heir born of an heir cannot be done so out of wedlock, meaning that if you were to end up with child—”

“You would have to marry me,” you concluded.  “We could be together.”  And now, you understood.  Frigga’s words had not been a warning, rather a sly push in the right direction.  She was giving you a way to be with her son.  “Loki, I shouldn’t have to have a child for us to be together—”

“But—”

“No.  Let me speak.”  You slid off the bed and onto his lap, letting him wrap his arms around your waist.  His green eyes were sad as they took in your face.  “I enjoy being with you.  I’ve wanted you for so long and part of me still can’t believe that we actually happened.  You’re a prince, for Valhalla’s sake!  You’re a prince and you noticed me.  You wanted me.”

Loki chuckled.  “Don’t sound so surprised.  You’re a catch, darling.  Anyone would be lucky to have you.”  He closed his eyes and placed his forehead against yours.  “I was lucky to have you.”  Loki kissed you then— soft, slow, not at all the desperate clutch you expected it to be.  When he pulled back, there was resignation in his eyes.  “This is over, isn’t it?”  You nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Hmm.”  His hand came up to cup your cheek, brushing away the wetness from your eyes.  “Can you do one thing for me?”

“Anything.” 

“Don’t leave me alone tonight.”

 That was when you broke.  You dropped your head into the crook of his neck to muffle your cries, but they filled the room anyway.  Loki was right behind you with his own display of depression; soft sniffles mingling with your loud sobs.  His arms were around you so tight you were sure they would cut off your circulation altogether.  You didn’t care, though.  You would gladly let him smother you to death if it meant the pain blossoming in your chest would stop.

“Darling?”

“Yes, Loki?”

“If it at all makes a difference, I think I lo-” You pressed a hand to his mouth.

“Don’t.”  When you were sure he would stay silent, you let your hand drop to the side.  “Just don’t.  Just… sit here and hold me.”  His chin touched your head— a sign of his nod— and you buried your face in his chest again to let the rest of the tears fall.

ooOOoo

The month following your breakup with Loki went by quicker than you expected.  Instead of lagging, the days flew by like lightning.  First a week, then two, then it had been a month since you moved out of the prince’s bedroom and back to your maid quarters.  You were lucky the king let you keep your job, and you were even luckier that none of the other maids seemed to have any animosity towards you.  As a matter of fact, they all seemed to blame Loki.

That bastard prince, they would say.  Trapping a poor young maid and tricking her like he always does.  It was an untruth, admittedly one you let run wild.  You supposed it was easier to let them hate Loki than tell the truth.  It was simpler to bask in that hate rather than explain how you fell for a prince you knew you could not have yet deluded yourself into thinking you could.

It was better, you decided, than facing the fact that you loved him.

“Hey!”  You jumped, almost dropping the fresh towels bound for the queen’s room.  She had firmly stated to all involved that upon resumption of your duties, you would now be serving her.  Though you much preferred her son, Queen Frigga was an easy woman to work for. 

“Sorry,” you told Isa, the brunette friend you had known since childhood.  You placed the queen’s towels on the table and turned to her. “I didn’t hear you.  What did you say?” 

“I’m asking if you saw this?”  There was an expensive looking envelope in her hand, and she sported a guilty look on her face.  “It fell from the bag of one of the messengers when he was leaving for town.  I saw the prince’s name so I snatched it up, and, well…”

“Well what?” you demanded.  Loki had made himself scarce since you parted ways.  Anytime you broke and asked for him, you were always told he was away on business or out with friends.  Sometimes, though, when you were roaming the castle halls alone or busy with chores, you swore you caught a whiff of him.  That mixture of sweet and savoury that would not leave your mind no matter how much you tried to forget it.  And when you would smell him, and turn your head in the direction of it, all you would see was a faint glimmer of green.

“I no longer think I should say.” Isa whispered.  “I don’t want to upset you.”

“Just show me.”  She did, and your heart sank to your feet.  “Is this…”

“Yeah,” she nodded slowly.  “They’re getting married.” 

You forced your eyes away from the gold paper, from Loki’s name entwined with Linnea’s and a declaration of their union.  “Oh,” you whispered.  “When?”

“Next week.” 

“That can’t be possible.”  You pointed to the date.  “That’s clearly next month.  Have you forgotten what day it is?”

“Have you?” Isa questioned as though you were slow.  “This date is next week.  The entire castle is in a flurry trying to get ready with such little time.”  She spotted the look of disbelief on your face and gestured to the calendar on the wall.  “Go check the date if you don’t believe me.  It’s right there.”

You did go to check the date.  Over to the wall and to the little calendar you both shared, and once again you stopped.

“That can’t be right.”  You began counting days in your mind.  “That cannot possibly be right because I- Oh!”  You whirled around to face Isa, a hand pressed to your mouth.  “Isa!”

“What?”  She reached out to grab your upper arm.  “What is it?”

 You swallowed against a dry throat and pitched your voice low so no one but her could hear.  “I haven’t bled since I left the prince!”

Part 5

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Burns so good

Avenger! Loki x female reader

18+ | contains smut, rough sex? Nah, good sex (THERE IS NO DUB CON OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT THIS IS ALL CONSENSUAL JUST MAYBE A TAD ROUGH BUT NOT LIKE SCARY ROUGH)

Showered, shaved and ready for bed, you put on some lounge shorts as well as a matching cami vest before making your way to the kitchen for a bottle of water. On your way, you bumped into Natasha who was seemingly doing the same.

“Heard the news?” She asked, handing you a bottle of water.

“What news?” You questioned, taking it from her before opening it.

“Bucky, Loki and Steve are back.” She smiled, noticing how you almost choked on your water.

“Back!” You exclaimed “here? Now?”

“Yess.” She affirmed before you put your water down and bolted out of the kitchen and towards the debriefing room. To your delight, they were back. You entered the room, all of the men facing away from you as they watched what appeared to be a slideshow made by Steve detailing what it was each of them had done well on the mission. You rolled your eyes, always wondering how he managed to prepare those in time for arrival. Instead of focusing on the presentation, you turned your attention to the back of Loki’s head. It had been forever since you had seen him considering how dangerous the mission had been so seeing him safe here now not only relieved you but it excited you, deeply. He called you a few times a week when he could, however it wasn’t the same considering it wasn’t even FaceTime plus it was hard to be intimate with someone over a pay phone so you rarely did. You were just about to start salivating, imagining running your hands through Loki’s hair before Steve interrupted your train of thought.

“Y/n, lovely of you to join us.” He beamed, the two others turning to face you including Loki who had grown a—

“Oh my.” You gasped quietly, jaw falling slack as Loki grinned at you, sporting his new facial hair, facial hair that he had failed to mention over pay phone sex.

“Is she alright?” Bucky questioned, noticing your reaction.

“What is that?” You asked, pointing at Loki.

“What’s what?” He answered.

“That.” You pointed again, standing up and making your way towards him.

“Oh that” he smiled “I believe what you’re referring to is stubble.”

“But I thought you didn’t grow st—”

“It was a longg mission.” He interrupted.

“S-so, you’re probably tired then.” You inferred, needing him to come to bed.

“I’m quite alr—” he began.

“Let’s get you to bed then.” You insisted, grabbing his hand before almost dragging him out of his seat and towards his bedroom. Loki followed along, granting control as you hauled him to his room leaving a confused Steve and Bucky looking at one another. Once you reached, you flung the door open before pulling Loki inside and pushing him against the wall. He barely had time to check you out before you were pressing your lips to his in a needy, welcoming kiss.

“Wow.” He uttered once you broke the kiss, catching your breath back before resuming it, deeper this time. Your bodies were pressed together, lips crashing against one anothers as the bristles of his newly formed stubble scratched against your cheeks. You held his head in place, standing on your tiptoes as your tongues moved against each others.

“It burns.” You panted, Loki taking control of the kiss as he moved against you.

“Sor—” he began.

“I love it.” You giggled against his lips before kissing him again.

Holding your hips, Loki guided you backwards towards his bed, the kiss only breaking briefly once you fell against it. Climbing onto the bed, he made his way above you, his lips moving from yours to your neck and across your chest. Delicately, you felt him inching your cami top up your body before you helped him, raising your arms to take it off. His kisses met your breasts, his name leaving your lips as he took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth before swirling his tongue over it. He massaged the other one, your hips lifting from the bed as the pleasure left you seeking more. Before you could complain, needing to feel Loki more, he ventured further down the bed and further down your body. The coarse hair of Loki’s developing beard felt rough against your soft skin. You giggled as you felt his lips travelling along the waistband of your shorts. Quickly, Loki pulled them down, discarding them on the floor before he was met with the sight of your bare pussy.

“Fuck y/n” he almost snarled, spreading your legs further “how I have longed for you” he exhaled, licking his lips as he glanced up at you “may I?”

Nodding, you melted against the mattress as you felt Loki’s tongue swipe over your clit. You wrapped one of your legs around him, holding him in place as he suckled against your clit making you moan. The heel of your foot dug into his back as he flattened his tongue against your pussy licking up from your entrance to your clit where he drew lazy circles. You could feel his stubble rubbing against your inner thighs, it felt foreign, naughty.

“Loki.” You moaned breathily, approaching your orgasm.

Continuing his movements, sucking your clit, Loki drew an orgasm out of you, smiling against you as you released, your slick coating his face. Loki lapped up your arousal, your sensitive pussy throbbing before he made his way back up the bed, kissing your neck again. Sitting up, Loki rid himself of his clothes, your hands moving softly against his skin as you helped before he was above you, kissing you again. You could feel his hard cock moving through your folds before Loki guided himself towards your entrance. He entered you with the tip, both of you gasping as he did so before he kissed you again. He slipped out, his length rubbing against your clit as he sucked on your tongue, his stubble scratching you.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You spoke once he broke the kiss, both of you looking into eachothers eyes. Rolling over, Loki helped position you above him, eyes closing as you took him in, inch by inch. When you began moving, Loki thrust his hips upwards, filling you completely as you rode him, his name the only word you could recall. You bit your lip trying to stifle your lustful moans as Loki fucked up into you. You leant down to kiss him before Loki wrapped his arms around you, rolling you back down against the bed. Positioned between your legs, Loki held your hips in place as he moved in and out of you. Your eyes fell closed, moans loud as he pounded you, the headboard hitting the wall.

“Fuckk Lokii.” You cursed as the sound of his skin hitting yours came into focus.

He rested his head in the crook of your neck as he delved deeper into you, his stubble tickling your skin as you swam in pleasure. Your head hit the headboard with every thrust only adding to the eroticism of Loki literally screwing you as he ground his hips against yours.

“You feel so fucking good” Loki growled “norns I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this pussy, this sweet haven. FUCK!” Loki grunted, sitting up a little as he fucked you harder, his fist breaking the wall. You quickly swept away the debris that had fallen onto your face before Loki took over. “Shit, sorry.” He apologised, blowing the dust away.

“Just keep doing thattt!” You begged, Loki picking up his pace again. “I’m gonna cum.” You cried before reaching your peak, Loki still moving in and out of you. “Lokii!” You moaned, eyes rolling backwards as he clobbered against you, the headboard creaking as it hit the damaged wall. You gasped hearing it break, Loki unfazed as he continued chasing his release. “Fuck Loki, kiss me.” You implored before Loki pressed his lips against yours messily. “Cum for me baby” you cooed in his ear, stroking his hair out of his face “cum for me now.” You instructed, clenching your sensitive walls around him before Loki stopped, shuddering as he came. “That’s itt” you encouraged, kissing the corner of his mouth “you’ve really been saving up.” You teased as he continued emptying inside of you; there was so much.

Soon after, the two of you fell asleep like that, utterly exhausted and wholly satisfied. It was around four hours later when you woke up, noticing that Loki wasn’t in the broken bed anymore. Before you could call out for him, he walked out of the en-suite, hair wet and a towel draped lowly around his waist.

“Hey sexy.” You smiled as Loki walked towards you before kissing you on the cheek. You instantly noticed the difference. “Ah, you got rid of it.”

“Are you kidding me?” He snorted “I couldn’t risk you jumping my bones again.”

“Me?” You huffed incredulously “you can talk mr hulk smash.” You laughed, gesturing to the wall.

“I guess we’re both guilty then.” He answered.

“I am gonna miss it though.” You sighed.

“You knew it for an hour.”

“One of the best hours.” You grinned.

“Who knows, maybe I’ll grow it back.” Loki shrugged.

“I’m looking forward to it.” You bit your lip.

“Mhmm?” Loki hummed.

“Yeah.” You smiled, kissing Loki as he got into the bed, snuggling against you.

Loki to his wall

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