#soft dom 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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[luringfantasy]

One by One pt.4/?

PRELUDE

You were snooping around Loki's stuff to find his chest full of sex toys. He was not very pleased about it and has decided to punish you by using all his toys on you, one by one...

based on this imagine previous main masterlist

Warnings: a whole lot of negative self talk (orange), thighs, slight pet play?, I think that's it let me know if I missed something, thankyou MINORS DNI

LOKI'S VOICE IS A SEX WEAPON (part a)

You were absolutely at your limit, you messed up at work last week and spent this one facing the consequences, it was taking a toll on you. You just wanted to be a good employee, someone known for their credibility at work but it felt like everything was slipping from your hands. Why was it so difficult being good at something? You were trying, you were not lazy, yet things were not falling into place, it was frustrating! You just wanted to be a good… g-..

An idea popped into your mind, if you couldn’t be good at work, you could at least be good to Loki, you could be his good little girl.

You left your apartment making a move towards his floor. Wait, was this a good idea? You went there on Saturdays and today was not Saturday. What would he think of you? your problems were not his, you shouldn’t burden him with this. You stopped before knocking on his door re-evaluating your decision to come here, and decided against it, but as you turned around the door opened and Loki's hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into him. 

He immediately moved your hair to the side, kissing your neck, making you putty in his hands. “Did you miss me so much that you couldn’t wait?” he whispered as he lightly bit your shoulder, making you moan in agreement. “Missed you Loki”. His tone was teasing but you said this with utmost sincerity, he paused for a moment taken aback by your display of emotions. wtf, what were you doing? why tf would you tell him that? This was the third time you came to his place, this was not a relationship, this was an arrangement where you were getting punished by him each week because you were too nosy!

No, this wasn’t good, you should leave and never show your face to him, punishments be damned. You started struggling trying to get out of his grip on you, but he wouldn’t budge. Why did you have to make everything go wrong? The thought of you messing up the only fun thing remaining in your life was enough to push you to your limits. tears sprang into your eyes, you stopped struggling against him, now fighting to hide your face, trying to ot show anymore emotions. 

You knew Loki would push you away now, who would want some random person to come to their apartment and cry. and Loki did exactly the same. He let you go, without looking at you, and sat on his couch. you messed up, you need to leave, but the door wouldn’t budge, wow, you didn’t even know how to open a door now, how pathetic!

With the little courage you could gather you voice your concern, “Loki, can you plea- the door won’t open, can you help me?” 

“The door won’t open because I don’t want it to darling. who said you could leave” he said in a teasing tone, but as you turned around to look at him, you couldn’t find a trace of mischief in his expressions, he looked.. concerned?

But as soon as you thought that, his face turned stoic, devoid of any emotion. Maybe it was your imagination. You are a little confused but the look Loki is giving you has turned feral. He is giving you the bedroom eyes. You just stan at the door awkwardly while Loki relaxes into the couch, sitting with his legs spread wide, looking you up and down, analyzing you. 

After a few moments of silence, he commands “Crawl”. You are taken aback by it, so he nudges you a little more, “on your hands and knees pet, be good and crawl to me.” .. be good, yes you wanted to be good, that is the only thing you could do, here's the only place where you could be good, everywhere else you were just useless, you -- “NOW.” Loki's voice cuts through the one inside your head and you immediately obey him. 

Getting on your hands and knees, the hard and cold marble flooring makes it difficult for you knees, but when you get to the carpet, the thick fiber digs into your skin and somehow you prefer the cold marble. But you obeyed Loki and kept crawling to him. You stop near his feet, just shy of touching him, just out of his reach. But he makes a come hither motion with his finger and urges you to come closer to him. Making you sit on your knees between his wide thighs, you knew that if he wished he could crush you to death between them, he was very strong, his thighs were too, but you reminded yourself that you were safe with him. 

You sat there in silence, and then you sat there in silence some more and then some more. Loki was now sitting with his head tilted back, relaxing his muscles keeping his eyes closed. So you sat there. After a while he moved, to pull on his hair groaning in mild pleasure, and you sat there. In a few minutes it seemed like Loki had fallen asleep, and since you didn't want to be bad, didn’t want to disturb him, you sat there for some more time.

During this time, you get more and more impatient and the skin on your knees begging you to not put so much pressure on them. You decided to get Loki’s attention by moving your hand up and down his thigh. But he didn’t wake up immediately. You moved your hand to touch his inner thigh, assuming that touching a more sensitive part of his body would help you get his attention and boy, you didn’t know the attention you were about to get {author note: dear dear, we all know what kind of attention we are talking about here, this is just a figure of speech. speaking of figures, you gotta take care of yours, please go drink water, love you}

ps: all smut in part 4b

I AM SO SO SORRY THAT I HAVE NOT BEEN POSTING ANYTHING HERE, THANK YOU FOR LIKES AND REBLOGS, MADE ME LOOK FORWARD TO WRITING MORE 💚

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Hold Me Now [Loki Smut Blurb]

Soft!Dom Loki x Sub Reader (afab reader)

Words: 747

Warnings: NSFW, 18+; edging, denial, sensory deprivation (blindfold), praise

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Everything was dark. Your heavy breathing echoed through the room, the sound louder than usual since you couldn’t see anything.

Your hands gripped the sheets as another vibration sent shocks through your body. You were so close now... It wouldn’t take much more.

The vibrations disappeared. Your frustrated cry burned in your throat.

“Shh, my love…”

Loki’s breath tickled your ear. The deep baritone of his voice made you squirm even more.

“You’re doing so well, darling… Can you hold out for me?”

You whimpered desperately, shaking your head. You didn’t want to disappoint him but your body was just too sensitive. Loki had kept you right on the edge for hours now – at least that’s what it felt like. If he touched you again, you would come.

“C-can’t!” you managed to say through gritted teeth.

Loki’s hand ran through your hair, the sensation enough to make you tremble.

“Please darling, just one more. I know you can do it. You’ve been so good for me tonight, so perfect. Just one more and I promise I will make you come…”

You groaned quietly.

Even after all of it, you knew you could trust him.

And you did. Wholeheartedly.

You nodded.

Loki’s lips caressed your forehead. “Thank you, my love. Just this last one, I promise you.”

The vibrations returned, stronger this time... or did it only feel that way?

Electric shocks traveled up your spine and your whole body tensed up in response. An almost animalistic growl was torn from your throat.

“C-can’t! Please, I need –“

Loki’s hand gently stroked the top of your head. His lips brushed your forehead again, sending an entirely different kind of shiver through your body.

“Shh…” he whispered softly into your ear. “This is the last one, I promise. You’re doing so well, darling. It won’t take long now. Just hold on, you can do it…”

His voice was the only constant in the darkness, and you clung to it with every last shred of sanity you had left. You wanted to do it, for him. You wanted to make Loki proud.

Just as you were about to tumble over the edge, the vibrations disappeared again. You collapsed onto the bed, shaking violently. Tears were streaming down your face now.

Gentle hands quickly removed the blindfold from your eyes. Loki wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you into a sitting position on his lap. He caressed the back of your head, whispering soothing words into your ear.

Your hands clung to his shirt as you sobbed into his chest.

“I need to come, Loki… I need it so badly… Please, please, please…“

Loki rearranged your body on his lap so you were straddling him. He kissed your head tenderly. “I know, darling, I know… Just lean on me and let me take care of you. I will help you, I promise.”

One of Loki’s hands wandered between your legs while he held you close. His fingertips gently stroked your clit, bringing your hypersensitive body to the edge once again.

You sobbed into his chest, trembling all over. Your voice was barely above a whisper as you begged him to let you come this time.

Loki wrapped his arm tighter around you and held you against his chest, supporting your body as you shook and shuddered in his embrace. He kissed your forehead repeatedly.

“It’s alright, my love. You’re safe with me. Just let go, darling… Yes, there you go, that’s it… I’m so proud of you, you’ve been doing so well. Come for me, my love, you can do it.”

A heart-wrenching sob left your mouth as your orgasm finally washed over you.

Every last bit of strength left your body. You collapsed forward into Loki’s chest, the pleasure coursing through your veins rendering you speechless.

Loki simply held you in his arms until your orgasm subsided. Then he laid you down on the bed and covered your weak body with a blanket before enveloping you in another loving embrace. He whispered something in your ear but the words barely reached you through the white noise in your ears.

You didn’t need to understand though. Loki’s caring tone was enough to reassure you. You snuggled further into his chest, curled up in his embrace. He held you gently, one of his hands caressing your back while he mumbled words you couldn’t decipher.

The deep rumble of Loki’s voice soon guided you into a peaceful slumber.

You were safe.

@sarahscribbles got into my head and then this happened. You're welcome... I actually wanted to post this for Loki's birthday but I was too exhausted, so I posted it now.

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[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

"Don't Touch Me" (Loki x F!Reader)

Summary: Cursed with the power of necrogenesis, you are held captive by the Avengers, who think you are too much of a threat to be allowed to roam free. When they decide to give you a chance to prove yourself, they entrust your care to Loki, who whisks you away to a safe house in New Asgard.

Pairing: Soft!Loki x Captive!Reader Content Warning: angst, comfort, smut (18+ ONLY), reader is a prisoner, Soft!Dom!Loki, narratophilia, magic bondage (soft), praise kink Word Count: 5.1k **Please reblog this if you like it! Thank you!**

Hours? Days? Weeks?

For all you knew, it had been a year since your capture. 

Three years prior, you’d woken one not-so-fine morning to discover that everything died at the slightest touch of your finger. Whether it was a plant, animal, or person, nothing alive was safe from you. You didn't know how or why it was you, but the fact was: it was you. You went from normal insurance claims adjuster to reaper overnight. It was no small thing to get used to. 

You shut yourself away, learned to make friends online and in other countries whom you would never meet in person, tell the pizza guy to leave it outside (money’s in the mail slot), and to put the idea that you;d ever meet a man out of your head forever. You had yet to kill a human, thankfully, but every day you felt the anxiety build within your chest as you knew that record couldn’t possibly remain ‘zero’ forever. 

You were a monster. The best thing for a monster to do was to hide in its cave.

Yet, you’d managed three years of hiding, wearing leather gloves from the second you awoke to the second you went to bed (aside from in the shower, of course), and staying as far away from cities as you could. Perhaps, given how introverted you were naturally, you could live a quiet life in peaceful solitude. You were considering buying a cabin in the Appalachians, near a waterfall or a creek one day. It would be lonely, but at least you would be free and unafraid of accidentally killing someone who insisted on shaking your bare hand. The little town in Connecticut where you were keeping a low profile was close enough to NYC that you could see the light pollution on the southern horizon at night, and it would do for the time being. 

Unfortunately, your time ended. A surveillance camera had caught an accident of yours in a local park, where one of your gloves had blown off and flown down a path, and in chase, you’d tripped and tried to grab onto a tree branch to stop your fall. 

The entire tree came down behind you, barely missing your body, dead as if it had been dried up for centuries in the blink of an eye. 

That tape had made it to the eyes of Nick Fury himself over the course of only a few hours. The Team moved in on you on a typical Monday morning, just as you pulled on your gloves, ready to leave the apartment for work. What else could you have done but pulled off your gloves in an attempt to defend yourself? Despite being unable to take out any of your assailants, of which there were four, you’d taken out half of the park’s greenery, and a few unfortunate pigeons that couldn’t get out of your way as you stumbled and desperately scrambled away from the archer, the one with scraggly hair, the red witch, and the birdman. 

Before you knew it, you were subdued and wrapped up tightly so that none of your skin below your chin was exposed, and you were taken to a solid glass holding cell somewhere underneath a compound in the Hudson valley: the headquarters for the New Avengers Initiative. 

You were fed through a trick door in the side of the 12 x 12 cell (not that you were particularly hungry at any point). You were never taken out or touched, only handed sanitary items through the door and told to shower through a water spout that hung from the ceiling after most of the lab team studying you went home. Dr. Banner gave you 30 minutes without cameras trained on you every day. 

Not that it mattered much. You still sat there day in and day out, refusing to speak or answer any of the thousands of questions about your powers that you didn’t want to answer. You refused to eat, and you did little more than sleep or sit on the ground, staring off into the middle-distance. 

You began to get weaker, and that was when you first saw your champion. 

It was none other than Loki of Asgard, the god who’d torn New York City apart, then played an integral part in stopping the end of the world at the hand (quite literally) of a god much bigger than he. While the rumor was that he still wasn’t considered fully trustworthy, his role in saving humanity was apparently enough to give him a spot on the Avengers squad. 

On the morning he’d come down to the cell to get a look at you, he appeared tired, a bit annoyed to be there. “And what do you want me to do about her?”

“She’s a villain, she’s got your…um…background,” said Dr. Banner. “Perhaps she’ll talk to you. She will likely die in a few weeks if this continues. Something has to give.” 

“So you called me forth from my respite to show me your latest trophy? Do you think I would approve of you taking captive someone who won’t even speak her name?” he asked, sounding less impressed and more disappointed. “What makes you think she has ill intentions?”

Loki rounded a corner with Dr. Banner, and he was finally in your view. 

Your first impression was that he wasn’t quite as intimidating as you’d expected him to be. He was tall, but you’d anticipated a figure at least half a foot taller than what strode up to your cage, dressed in a black leather tunic, trimmed in gold, and form-fitting black trousers of the same color, tucked into green knee-length boots. His hair was tied in a tail at the nape of his neck, and several strands in the front were loose, framing his angular face. His eyes were intense and focused singularly on you as soon as he got you in his sights. 

“Did she try to kill you?” he asked, making a beeline for you, standing up along the glass, watching you with interest as if you were a zoo animal. 

“She did put up a fight. She may not have super serum strength or anything, but you try apprehending someone who can stop your heart with a flick,” Banner explained. 

“And I trust you explained to her what was happening, and gave her the chance to come quietly?” Loki inquired, smiling gently at you, making you turn your head away bashfully. 

“Well, no,” said Banner sheepishly. “We were under the impression it wasn’t going to be on the table. According to our intel, absolutely anything she touches dies before it hits the ground, you understand.”

“It sounds as if you wouldn’t have known either way,” scoffed Loki, getting down onto his knee, bringing his eye level closer to the floor, closer to you. “And you all think I’m the bad one. At least I eventually called my sins what they were and changed my ways.”

Banner shrugged. “Well, I’ll leave you to it,” he said. “Maybe if you can get her to talk, we can consider getting her out of there.”

Loki nodded. “I will do my best, and I won’t treat her like a war criminal for defending herself in the process.”

The doctor left the god alone, dimming the harsh fluorescent lights, making the environment slightly more comfortable. 

He smiled at you, and even though you knew he was in earnest, something about the sharpness of his grin, the unnatural whiteness of his teeth, gave him an air of sinister jest. You were still afraid to look him in the eye as he shifted around the cage next to where you leaned against the glass. 

You heard three light taps by your right ear, making you flinch. 

“Hello, there,” whispered a soft, deep voice. “Please don’t be frightened of me. I’m not frightened of you.” 

You finally used your voice for the first time in ages, compelled to respond to your dashing jailer without even really thinking on it. “That’s because of the glass.”

“I’m sorry? These walls are thick, would you mind terribly speaking up?”

“The glass,” you repeated. “If we were on the same side, you’d be afraid of me.”

“Forgive me, Miss,” Loki replied, “But I’ve been told enough about you to pass judgment on that, and I say, you aren’t a danger.”

“But how can you tell?” you asked meekly, feeling a tear at the corner of your eye, quickly blinking it back. It was remarkable at how fraught your situation felt: it was enough to extract intense emotions out of every single word you said. 

“Darling,” your ally leaned in, as if to whisper a gentle secret in your ear, “I trust my instinct. You look about as helpless as a gosling. I can see how the skin on your neck trembles.”

“I don't know why or how this happened. Please don’t expect answers,” you pleaded. “Please, tell them to let me go.”

Loki sighed and looked down. “My word isn’t, as of yet, in the best position here, though I am working on it, I assure you.”

“Please,” you said, the desperation in your voice losing intensity, giving way to an exhausted weakness. “Please, help me. I just want to live alone where I can’t hurt anyone. I won’t ever go looking for trouble, I swear--” 

“--ssh, I know, pet, I know,” Loki said quietly. “Cease worrying. Loki will take care of you.” 

Loki will take care of you.

The sentence, particularly its’ delivery, made goosebumps rise along your arms, although you felt them appear for a reason you didn’t quite find familiar at first. 

He stayed with you for nearly twelve hours, taking his meals with you, talking gently about inconsequential matters to distract you from your circumstances. 

When he was finally forced away so that you could have your evening shower, he turned back one last time before leaving. “I will always be back for you,” he vowed. “Y/N, you’ll be free by morning.” 

For the first time since your arrest, you slept soundly, your angular, Asgardian savior filling your dreams with feelings of safety and love. 

Loki had promised your freedom by morning. He was true to his word. 

“Look, I don't exactly feel confident in letting you two go off into the wild blue yonder to cause havoc,” said the imposing Nick Fury, who, quite frankly, frightened the ever living hell out of you. “I was ultimately convinced,” he looked bitterly at Loki, who shrugged innocently, “but there are terms. If I get wind of either of you sneezing without permission, you both come right back here and get thrown into the motherfucking dungeon.”

“We don’t have a dungeon,” Loki mumbled, a smart-ass grin rolling across his face to try and break the tension. You smiled for the first time in a long, long while. 

“Watch it, Laufeyson,” said Fury. “You’re the one sailing this boat. Don't sink it.”

Neither of you wanted to arouse his ire any further, so you decided to quietly slip away and out of the city, taking a quinjet being flown by Banner out to a place you’d never realized existed. 

“New Asgard,” your handsome escort explained as you began your descent. “The survivors among my people settled here after the fall of our homeworld and the slaughter we faced when we tried to escape. There aren’t many. It is…regrettably…a bit spartan.” 

“Better than that terrible cell,” you answered softly, barely audible. Loki, with the natural hearing of a god, still made out what you’d said, and he gently took your hand and gave it a squeeze, making your heart flutter when you looked into his promising blue eyes. 

Indeed, the place was no bigger than a fishing village. In fact, that was essentially what it was. Even Loki scrunched his nose at the sight as you disembarked and let Banner fly off with the plane. Loki had never let go of your hand, and each of you had a small bag slung over your opposite shoulders. 

“Welcome to New Asgard,” he said, a bit of disappointment lacing his tone. “We are going to be staying here until Fury sees fit to declare us tame enough to come home.” 

You walked up a path to the small town square, every house basic in construction small in scale, and underwhelming in neighborly feeling. Most of the Asgardians were dressed in heavy knitted sweaters and boots and kept their heads down and eyes on their work. 

“Weren’t you their prince?” you asked quietly. “Why aren’t they bowing?”

Loki sighed. “Our system of government has changed somewhat since relocating,” he said. “Also, the present King isn’t exactly fond of me.” 

You decided to take things one moment at a time (there were too many conflicting emotions swimming in your head to warrant fixating on one anyway), and to let his cryptic comments go. You were going to be here for a long time, so perhaps it was best to let it go. Loki would open up to you in time. 

You were nearly knocked over by two children running in chase around you as you meandered. Loki grunted, but remained soft for your sake. “We will need to inform these people, however, to mind themselves around you,” he said, holding back his annoyance. 

“Even if it happened by accident, I couldn’t live with myself,” you mentioned. 

Loki stopped you and scooped a hand under your chin, looking you in the eye with warm assurance that also had an air of dominance to it, almost like an attractive young school teacher, stern but also kind in his insistence for your obedience.

“Yes, you can, and that is why we are here together,” he said. “Please remember that we are here to help each other, and I am here to protect you.” 

“It’s them that need protection from me,” you moaned, disheartened. “If it weren’t for the gloves…” you trailed off. 

Loki shook his head and let you go. He tapped your glove. “These will be coming off. Today.” 

“No!” you said quickly. “Please, Loki, don’t expose me to everyone like that.”

Your escort shook his head. “Let’s get inside and discuss this. I do believe rain is coming.” 

He was correct. Just as the pair of you found your small hovel towards the far end of the shoreline, a chilly splattering of precipitation began to fall about you. Taking out a brass key, he brought you inside, taking your rucksack and tossing it by the bedroom door carelessly. 

The cabin was one three rooms: a living room, a bedroom, and a kitchen barely big enough for two people to turn around in. The bathroom also hardly had enough room for a human-sized creature to stand comfortably, as it was about the side of a phone booth plus perhaps a few square feet. There were furnishings, but the sofas, chairs, and tables all look like they’d been scavenged from an old lady’s garage sale at best. 

The bedroom only had one large bed, taking up most of the minimal space by itself. 

You stood, stupefied, in the middle of the room as Loki observed. You kept your gloved hands close to your chest as you anxiously looked around. 

“You may as well get comfortable while I make us some tea,” Loki suggested. “This miniscule cottage is our indefinite home.” 

You sat quietly, refusing to move your hands as Loki set up a small tea set he found in the cabinets, taking the steaming kettle to your cup, and in a moment, the smell of peppermint filled your nostrils, putting you slightly more at ease. 

He sat beside you, not touching anything on his side of the table, instead bringing the attention back to you once again. He was like an explorer discovering new territory; he needed to know everything about you. 

“Pet, I will wait until you are comfortable removing them, but I would like to see them come off today,” he said, again with that attractive stern-but-kind tone that was beginning to make more than your heart flutter. “I would like to feel your skin on mine.”

“You wish to die, then. I can’t control it,” you said quietly, looking away.

“That’s merely because you were never given the opportunity to see if you could,” said Loki, absentmindedly holding out a hand, making you shrink back reflexively. 

“Please, don't touch me!”

Loki quickly withdrew, giving you your space and shrinking toward the opposite end of the couch. You couldn’t help but notice he looked a little hurt. “I…I’m very sorry,” you apologized, hoping you didn’t scare off your guardian. “You’re wonderful, and I can’t be the one to take your life, even by accident,” you blurted out. 

Loki bit his lip, looking at you again. “Wonderful?” 

You nodded. “I believe you when you say you’re not afraid of me. But…I am, okay? I’m a monster.”

He sighed, thinking for a moment on what to say next. “I know monsters. I’ve met them, slain them…you are no monster.” His gentle words filled you with warmth. “And furthermore,” he continued, “I would allow you to touch me, barehanded, right here and now.” 

“No.”

You felt his hand on your shoulder, lithe but steady. “The thing about magic, Y/N, is that no matter what form it comes in, what you see is never the complete picture. Any and all magic can be trained, whether to contain or expand.” 

You twiddled your thumbs nervously. “I don’t even know where this came from, so how can I know what the key is to controlling it?”

“Willpower,” Loki said, matter-of-factly. “It’s simply how any magic works.” 

Loki had stealthily shifted so that your outer thighs were touching, and you were more than a little aware of it. Then, you looked up at your helper just as he brushed a strand of hair away from your brow, tucking it behind your ear, making you sigh a little. 

“Ms Y/N, am I startling you?” he asked. “I don’t want you feeling ill at ease with me.” 

You didn’t reply. 

“If I had to be sent out to a wooden box in the middle of a Norwegian mud pile, I must say I could not have found a more exquisite creature to share in my exile,” he whispered. “I only hope my saying so isn’t too forward.” 

“It isn’t,” you answered bashfully. “Loki…I haven’t thanked you yet for what you’ve done for me. And…I think I know how I want to.”

It was as if Loki could read your thoughts, for it was here that he leaned in for your first kiss. You were timid at first, but seeing as it was your escort who initiated contact, you had nothing to worry about, so long as he remained the one to make the first move.

As you pulled apart, you went to remove your cardigan, but you felt Loki’s hand press against yours from through the leather glove you still wore. 

“It is your own soft flesh I want feeling my muscles, your fingers I want exploring every part of me,” said Loki. “I have given you every dignity I could throughout this process, but if you cannot give me this one, we cannot--”

You whimpered, and Loki instantly regretted his words. “Y/N, I apologize!” 

Shaking your head, you looked at him again, letting your lips perk up at the corners. “You’re right. And, although this has never happened to me before, I don’t want to…to miss out, you know? I just…what if I touch you in the wrong way by accident? If I jump or get nervous?”

Loki smiled. “If you’d really like to, I have an idea. Let me guide you along the way.”

“How?”

“I’ll simply communicate with you. Use my words to describe every gentle move I make. Would that suit you enough to give this a try? I must confess, with each passing moment, I just want to hold you more and more, and listen to your sweet cries--”

“--I…but…”

“There is one more thing we can try,” Loki suggested, brushing your eyebrow with his thumb before laying a sweet, shallow kiss on it. “I can bind you with magic. Softly bind you, so that if you needed to move away, you could, but the weight would be enough to keep you from inadvertently brushing against me with every twitch of pleasure I give to you.”

You felt a hot blush run up your face as the desire laced in between his words filled you with need. 

“Wait…”

You took a deep breath and shut your eyes, tugging at the very tip of the ring finger of the glove on your right hand. 

Loki ran a thumb across your hot cheek. “You must be brave. I believe in you.” His goddamned touch nearly made you break your concentration, but you were still able to slowly, gently, cautiously, pull off the glove, setting it on the table with a trembling hand. 

“If this doesn’t work, I’ll die,” you said, your voice quaking. 

Loki was smiling with enough confidence for you both. “There won’t be a need, pet.” 

You raised your hand, keeping your eyes focused on Loki, who sat up straight, the kind, empathetic look in his eyes never wavering. If he was in fact nervous, he was a brilliant actor, because you were getting no impression that he felt any sort of peril in the moment.

Finally, you found enough courage to lift your bare hand and bring it in the general direction of your guide. For his part, Loki still did not flinch, even when you felt as if you were about to foolishly commit a murder. 

“Loki, I’m sorry if this doesn’t work,” you said meekly, trusting your arm forward before you could change your mind, and closing your eyes. 

You felt his cool skin make contact with the pads of your fingers after landing on his left cheek. You didn’t immediately open your eyes, instead waiting for the sound of a body hitting the floor, the sound of a final breath being forced out of the lungs, or the sensation of Loki’s skin going unnaturally cold.

The only thing you felt after several moments was a second set of fingers gently settling over your hand. You opened your eyes, and the tender sight of Loki holding your palm against his skin, his eyes closed as he genuinely savored your touch, was all you saw, and you suddenly felt fifty pounds lighter. 

“Oh, Loki…” you sighed in relief. “You’re still here.”

“You don’t want me to die, and thus, I haven’t. Just as I said, yes?”

You smiled and slowly took your hand back so that you could remove your other glove, and with another quick breath, you placed each hand on each of Loki’s, curling your fingers in between his. “Still alive!” you said with a small smile as you finally began feeling at ease for the first time in three long, chaotic years.

“More alive than ever, little princess,” Loki said, leaning over and rewarding you with a longer, deeper kiss. It went electricity down your core, radiating down your legs. You were finally allowed to feel your yearnings, and now, tonight, you could finally act on them. You certainly couldn’t think of a more beautiful, gentle, sexy partner to give yourself to than Loki. 

“I think I’m ready for you,” you whispered. “I…I really want you, Loki. You’re the first being to show me such tender kindness, especially after I became a ‘reaper.’”

Loki chuckled without breaking his seductive demeanor. “Is that what you call yourself? Well, princess,” he said, gracefully pulling you off of the sofa to your feet, “the only thing you shall be reaping are the rewards of your obedience to me.”

Smiling, thrilled at the sexy shift to Loki’s tone, you nodded. The god asked, “Y/N, we know your touch won’t destroy me, but would you still like for me to bind you?”

“Yes.” You weren’t agreeing solely out of fear for Loki’s safety, not any more. “Please, an..and please talk to me, too.”

“With pleasure, princess. You were so brave for me, you’ve earned it,” Loki said slowly, leading you to the large, simply-constructed bed and shutting the door behind him. “Now, lie down, no need to remove any clothes.” 

You obeyed without a word, which pleased your bodyguard as he stood, towering over you as you lay supine on the mattress. “Good girl,” he said melodically, the voice warming your core, smooth as butter and low as a gentle hum. He snapped his fingers, and with a quick wipe of green mist, both of your clothes fell instantly away, and he now stood before you entirely naked, and you splayed before him similarly. 

“My, your skin radiates with warm beauty! Raise your arms out and to the side, or whatever position you would feel best.”  You did so, again, without a word, taking your wrists and laying them out at an angle, making your breasts pull apart from one another and creating a gap in between them. 

He waved his hand and snapped again, and you felt your wrists go heavy, as if a sandbag was weighing them down. You could move them a little, and you got the feeling you could twist yourself free if needed (not that you wanted to), but you were still securely on the bed, pinned at the wrists and ankles, your legs spread apart, exposing your quickly-wettening pussy to the air as well as your partner. 

Loki moaned with approval. “Now, if you need me to lift these, please say so. Understood, lovely?”

You nodded. “Yes, Loki. I’ll do anything.” 

Loki looked thoroughly satisfied at your answer. “Oh, you are so obedient! A natural submissive,” he said happily. “It is fortune’s highest blessing to be sharing a bed and home with you tonight…” 

He lowered himself over the bed. “May I climb over you and look down upon my conquest?”

You nodded. “Yes, Loki.” 

He climbed between your legs, kneeling up between them, his solid, chiseled torso towering above you, intimidating you the perfect amount to thrill you. “Now, I’m going to nibble on that darling little space you have right…here…”

He lowered his head between your breasts, using tongue and teeth to stake his claim on your skin, leaving tiny marks that only nipped a little as he worked his glorious sex magic on you. Every nip, lick, and moan from him made your folds wetter, heavier, needier. 

“Y/N, I’m going to touch you now,  in this sensitive spot between your legs,” Loki narrated. “I won’t put a finger inside your passage, but I am going to enjoy drawing little figures between your lips and pinching your pleasure bud. And you are going to writhe under me, increasingly needy as pleasure builds up, throbbing for my release…”

You gasped in pleasant surprise as he almost immediately took a hand and inserted two exploratory fingers between your folds. “Norns, my girl is dripping with desire for me. My good girl wants to please her savior!” He pressed his erection against the inside of your thigh as if to display with pride how quickly he’d been turned on by how you were grinding your hips, bucking against his hand.

His silky sweet words echoed in your brain, delirious with arousal. You wanted him to sing these narrations to you over and over. His rich, deep voice was almost enough to send you over your edge. Every word, every action he took, drove you crazy with delightful ache. He fiddled with your clit like it was a tiny marble between his thumb and forefinger, and every flick or twitch of it made you moan and pull against your invisible restraints just enough to feel helplessly anchored in place.

“Y/N, you are so wet, so ready for me already,” he moaned. “I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to fill you with my cock, and you’ll feel your walls stretching around me as I enter you--” 

True to his word again, Loki took himself into his palm, positioning himself above you, his tip at your entrance, then, gently, slowly, he thrusted forward, and you felt a slight pinch as he claimed your cunt. Indeed, it felt like every cell inside you had to stretch in order to sheath Loki’s god-sized cock, but the little bit of pain you felt in the moment was quickly washed away in the violent shudders of pre-orgasm tremors that were already reaching critical mass in your core. 

Loki arched his back, immediately growling in pleasure as he began thrusting, picking up tempo, sliding up and down your slickened walls with just enough friction to urge him to the edge quicker than he anticipated. 

“Damn, but I’m coming…”

You were close, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out for you much longer. “How hard are you coming?” was the smutty question you chose to coax his orgasm from him. “Tell me please! What does it feel like being inside me, Loki?” 

Loki grunted animalistically as he concentrated. “You’re milking my cum from me, girl, you’re about to be so full of my seed--”

With the help from his narration, you finally felt your orgasm thunder down your passage and shake your thighs, pushing a high-pitched whine from you as your mouth fell open and your eyes slammed shut. 

“Ah! There she is! My good girl!” 

Loki’s fall almost immediately followed, marked by four remarkably hard thrusts as he came inside you, his breath heavy and quick. He brought a hand down to your clit and gently massaged it as your orgasm poured out into the open. 

“Yes, ride it out with me, that’s my girl,” Loki purred. 

Once you both were spent, Loki took your magic bonds off of you. It was still light outside, but you both agreed you were exhausted from your romp, and that perhaps an hour’s nap before supper would be welcome. Still naked, you both went underneath the covers, Loki turning onto his stomach so that he could rest his head under your arm, using your shoulder as his pillow.

“For as long as we are here, you will have nothing to be afraid of, pet,” your lover promised. 

“Nothing?” you asked hopefully, already knowing that the strong, wonderful god in your arms was going to protect you for as long as you needed him. 

“Your death touch, you have nothing to fear, for it brings me to life,” he whispered softly in your ear. You sensed he was nodding off, and sure enough, with that, his head fell on your shoulder, his breath settling into a softer, quieter rhythm. 

Loki will take care of you…

You took a hand and began combing it through his hair, once again enjoying the old-but-new sensation of something other than leather against your fingertips.

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Do You Wish to be in Control?

Soft!Loki x Fem!Reader

Smut

Warnings: Smut; Fluff; Established Relationship; Reader is not quite a little, but an established dominance from Loki has been accepted, and being questioned; male receiving head; PinV sex; slight cockwarming; choking; soft degradation. (Let me know if I miss any!)

Summary: After a long day of exploring the place in which Loki calls home, Asgard, the sun begins to set and you two find your way inside his personal chambers, seeking warmth from the cold night. Things go from an adorable moment to something a little more... sinful.

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The sun begins to set over the vast ocean, leaving the edges of the sky a beautiful shade of purple. Before you two know it, the stars begin to appear, and Loki wraps his arm around you, smiling at the sight. 

"You know, all these stars are connected to the gods, do you not?" he asks, glancing down into your eyes. You continue to stare at the stars, and smile at the shapes your mind finds hidden in them. "That is our family up there. The gods look out for us all, and they are connected to everything that surrounds us. It is both beautiful and quite scary to think about, but," he pauses, his eyes twinkling in the starlight. "The gods are never too far away," he finishes.

You reach your hand up to meet his on your shoulder and intertwine your fingers, giving his a squeeze. It was always beautiful to you to hear Loki open up about Asgardian culture, as you had missed out on so much of it being raised on Midgard. A saddened look crosses your face as you wonder how different things would have been had you been raised here, like you were supposed to be. But alas, the world had different plans for you.

You shiver at the nighttime cold tickling your skin, and Loki chuckles softly. "Shall we head back to the palace, my love?" he asks, turning to face you and placing a hand on your reddened cheek. You nod and give him a smile. He knew you hated the cold, which was something that took the two of you a lot of time to get used to, with him being a frost giant and all.

He gives your nose a quick peck before taking your hand in his and leading you back to the palace. The walk is full of more stories of his ancestors and what they accomplished. He continues to open up about the great deal of expectation that resides over the royal family, and how if he ever had a child, he wouldn't ever expect more than the basics from them. You only nod knowingly, as Loki has a great deal of trauma that resides in his cold heart. 

His cold heart that you were beginning to thaw with your warmth.

Once inside and within the walls of his personal chambers, Loki starts a fire in the grand fireplace that accented his olive green wall. He then drags two of his comfiest chairs over, side by side, so the two of you can warm up. He beckons you over, your name like honey on his lips. The sound leaves you aching for him to speak your name once more as you take your coat off and sit in the chair beside him. 

The two of you sit in silence for a while, merely enjoying the warmth and each other's presence. Once Loki feels your are adequately warmed, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a velvet box. He gives a sheepish look, as if already regretting his decision. He falters for a second before finally handing you the box.

"I bought you something while we were out today, one of the times you were distracted with the wonders of the city." You smile at him and shake your head.

"Loki, honey, you know you don't have to give me anything," you say, opening the box and giving a small gasp. It's a necklace, made of gold and donning the tree of life. Green emeralds intricately speckle the branches, acting as leaves. The tree resides in a circle of gold, and there are small words engraved in it. May the sun shine on you every day. It's absolutely astonishing.

Loki chuckles and stands to help place it around your neck. He lifts your hair out of the way gently, and fastens the clasp. "I know I don't have to give you gifts and treasures, but you deserve them." He lowers his voice to a whisper as his face nears the back of your neck. "You deserve the world," he whispers, planting gentle kisses to your skin. A shiver runs down your spine at his touch, igniting your core with need.

Loki makes his way back to his chair and you sit in your frustration for a moment. You want him, and now. He knew how kissing your neck made you feel, and he now sat with an extremely satisfied look on his face at the small (but rather mighty) reaction he garnered from you.

With a swift surge in confidence to wipe that smug look off of his face, you climb into his lap, straddling his waist. He tries to act the part of a noble and powerful god, yet he always fails when it comes to you. His eyes meet your smiling gaze and he reaches up to stroke your hair. "I am always yours," he whispers, leaning in to plant more kisses upon your neck.

You giggle quietly and your hands find his hair. "I know you are," you whisper back, before tugging his hair gently to reveal his neck. You lean down to get back at him by nibbling on his exposed skin. 

Loki gasps at your teeth on his sweet spot, but he quickly pulls you close again, the surprise making him all the more affectionate. "My dearest love," he whispers. "You certainly never cease to surprise me."

His length twitches beneath you, and you eye the god with a knowing smile. "Are you having a problem down there?" you tease.

Loki looks away for a moment as he tries to hide his slight embarrassment. "Well, you did catch me off guard," he says, attempting to adjust under the guise that you were uncomfortable. "I certainly did not expect that."

You grind down on his lap playfully and continue to grin at him. "Do you require a bit of... release?" you say, lust seeping into your voice. The raven haired man's cheeks grow warm and he bites his lip, attempting to not stare at your luscious bosoms inches from his face. His voice trembles as he speaks, trying to keep his desire for you under control. Something about your confidence towards the man that struck fear into the minds of strangers always managed to affect him.

"Yes, my love," he whispers, his eyes closing at the friction you were inflicting upon him. His hands find your waist as you plant more kisses upon his neck and collarbone.

"How badly do you want me, Loki?" you whisper against his ear. He shudders at the tickle of your breath, and grinds up into you in response, gripping you a little tighter.

"Oh, words could simply not describe my hunger for your love," he says, groaning into your neck. You hands find their way to the buttons on his shirt, and you begin to undress him. He draws in a slow breath watching you, his impatience growing. You take your time and smile at his impatience. He speaks again, but his voice is low and graveled. "Your every touch feels like lightning, my love." He leans his head back again, his body aching to have you screaming his name. 

The fire continues to crackle beside the two of you as you finally slide the shirt from his shoulders and plant more kisses to his now bare chest. Loki bites his lip before speaking again. "You are making me... dizzy, little one," he whispers through his teeth. He chances a look down into your eyes, and his head only spins more with desire.

You smile to yourself, proud that you can bring such a powerful god to nothing more than a muttering mess before you. Your hands find his belt buckle, and you undo his pants with ease. Loki tries to focus on your eyes, but he fails as his mind is foggy with lust. His heart pounds against his chest as you unsheathe his length. It twitches, the head red and swollen with need. You only look up at him with a mischievous glint to your eyes. 

"How badly do you want me?"

Loki nearly melts at the sight of you before his angry cock, innocent eyes looking up at him with nothing more than a want to be desired. He throws his head back again, trying to catch his breath and slow his mind. It was rare for the god to be at a loss for words, but his love for you is more than enough to render him speechless.

When he makes eye contact again, there is something much more sinister behind his irises. "Oh, words can not do justice to how badly I need you, princess. I simply, deeply, desire you." He raises his hand to caress your cheek as you plant a soft kiss upon the tip of his length. He sucks in a breath through his teeth and closes his eyes as you whisper against his tip.

"How badly?"

"You're tormenting me," he responds, twitching once more.

"Say it."

Loki inhales a sharp breath. Your smile turns devious at his physical reactions to your teasing. "I... I cannot think straight in these moments. Your sight, your smell, your desire - they all cloud my mind and my whole body aches for your touch," he says, now gripping the side of his chair. You can tell that if you don't give him what he wants soon, he will take it, and aggressively. You ponder that thought for a moment before responding.

"Beg for me," you whisper, still looking up at him with innocent eyes. The sound that escapes Loki is unhuman, and his hips twitch forward at your request. The hand that gripped the chair is now reaching for your hair, and he wraps up a fistful of it between his fingers in a desperate attempt to calm down. 

"You wish for me, the God of Mischief, to beg at your feet?" he asks, half teasing at your words, and half warning at your actions.

You shrug. "I mean, if you're too proud to beg..." you say, making like you'll move away if he doesn't. He gently yanks your hair in desperation, now looking at you with a mix of shock and desire in his eyes.

"My love, I would do anything for you in this moment... You... Your every touch, your every breath... I yearn for you. All of you," he whispers. "You need only ask and it shall be done. You shall have anything you desire."

You grin once more. "Then beg."

Loki is more than flustered by your request, and his voice trembles as he speaks. "My love, please," he whimpers. "I need you, and I need you now. Give yourself to me, and I promise you won't regret it."

Your heart swells at his response, and you take Loki's length in your hand, guiding it into your mouth slowly. Loki growls with pleasure above you, now gripping your hair with both hands. Your tongue slowly wriggles around his cock as your eyes flutter shut. He guides your head up and down, steadily and gently, his groans forming deep within his chest.

"By the norns," he whispers. No matter how many times you sought to pleasure him this way, he would never tire of the feeling. "You always... manage.. to take my breath away..." he stutters, struggling to keep his breathing in check. You moan onto his cock in agreement and the vibrations rip a new sound from Loki's mouth as his pace begins to quicken.

He becomes so enthralled by your technique that he begins to quiver - an ode to his release coming on quickly. His breath picks up, and you hear his whisper to the ceiling, "Stars, you are incredible."

His length begins to twitch inside your mouth, and instead of giving him what he wants, you release him with a little pop, sitting up.

Loki's expression tells you that he's not too happy about that, until it is replaced with surprise once you strip your bottom half and climb atop his lap once more. You line up the tip of his length with your dripping core. "Do you wish to take me as your own, Loki?" you whisper, rubbing his tip on your swollen clit. 

His eyes widen as your words register with him. Without another word, he grabs your hips and slams his entire length into you, unable to wait any longer. You gasp at the sudden change of dominance and his shear size, whilst he throws his head back in pure pleasure. You hold yourself steady as the god catches his breath. Once you grow used to his length, you raise yourself high enough that his tip rests just inside your sex. 

"My my," you say. "You are quite impatient, aren't you?" Loki scoffs, gripping your hips and contemplating doing it again. Before he can, you slide back down his length slowly, and repeat this process, creating a slow rhythm that causes your face to contort in pleasure. 

Loki's mind swims with thoughts, unable to form words to explain how he felt in this moment of... ecstasy. His mind was racing, and all logic dissipated, leaving him with an overwhelming and almost primal desire to make you scream his name. He adjusts his seated position slightly, wanting to go deeper, deeper, until you took all of what he had to offer. You moan in time with him and another thought crosses your mind.

You place your hand upon his throat, looking into his widening blue eyes. "Do you wish to be in control, Loki? Or are you enjoying my fight for dominance...?"

"I wish to be... in control... yet this... this moment..." his pace begins to quicken and he closes his eyes, focusing on all his nerve endings being stimulated. "I love it. I love how you push me beyond my limits." His voice is filled with pure desire, and he opens his eyes once more to look into yours. "You shall have your way with me."

You grin, his words sparking a new sense of dominance through your blood. Your hand begins to restrict his airway slowly and gently, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure. Your struggle to keep your own eyes open as you watch the sight, the pleasure from the friction building in your core. "You wish to be controlled, my love?" you ask, your grinding becoming more desperate.

Loki's hands begin to roam your body in distress, searching for something to grip, something to bring him back to reality, and he begins to caress your breasts. "Y-Yes, sweetling," he stutters, his mind faltering on the pure ecstasy of it all.

You find the pleasure almost overwhelming as you remove your hands from Loki's throat to his shoulders, pressing your mouth to his in a passionate kiss, all the while continuing to rock your hips back and forth. Your teeth find Loki's bottom lip and bite down harshly, wanting to hear Loki whimper for you. He then groans at the gesture, pulling away for a gasp of air and gripping your thighs. His head falls back as the sharp pain brings more pleasure to his body. 

You take advantage of this moment, moving to his neck and biting down hard, enough to draw blood. He gasps once more at the inflicted pain, panting heavily as his back arches his body further into yours. Your thrusts become more and more aggressive, hoping to bring Loki to his climax at the same time as yours. You straighten your back, grabbing Loki's hands and placing them upon your breasts as you bounce up and down on his cock. "D-Do you like the way this feels, baby? Do you wish to find release inside me?" you ask, staring into his eyes with such deviance, Loki might just cum from the look alone. He manages a nod, too busy grunting and moaning at the lasciviousness of the entire situation to attempt any semblance of words.

Your ecstasy begins to take over, forcing your hands to have a mind of their own. They meet Loki's chest, digging into him with such vigor that you draw blood. This only furthers the man's feeling of euphoria as he reaches his climax in time with you.

Your thrusts become sloppy as Loki grips your hips once more, pounding up into you with haste as he brings you to your climax. Your cunt contracts and throbs on Loki's cock, bringing him to climax shortly after and filling you up with his seed. The two of you ride out your high together, panting each other's names and whispering sweet words of encouragement. The two of you lull for a long while, trying to catch your breath and regain some level of consciousness.

Loki looks up at you with such love and satisfaction that your aftershock almost becomes another climax. He smiles, still somewhat panting from the experience. "That... is certainly how we have to do that more often," he muses, praising you for your good work. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment at the situation, now that the feeling of dominance has passed. He chuckles at how quick your attitude changes, and cups your cheeks in his hands.

"Leave it to the love of my life to pull out a side of me I'd never experienced before," he says, chuckling as he replays the events in his mind. He kisses you gently, for he knows if he did so more aggressively, you would be more than happy to go for round two. Your eyes seem almost glossed over as you begin to fall back into your submission for the aftermath.

Loki rubs circles into your back as you begin to lull from the pleasure. He lifts you up, his length never leaving you, and carries you to the bath. He would be more than happy to take care of his baby after a session like that.

#loki oneshot #loki #loki x reader #smut #dom!loki #sub!loki #soft loki smut

[homesickn]

homesickloki's Masterlist!!☆

Isn't Bite Also Touch?

★ Loki was saved by a demon and now the demon girl is attached to him like a cat is attached to catnip.

Is this trickery? Is this Devil lying to Loki to gift him punishment?

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

ONESHOTS:

Darling — (sick!fic) Loki taking care of you when you're sick. Really soft Loki.

My Heart — (Scream-inspired, ghostface!Loki, obsessed!Loki) Loki is your special guide to an acting play in Asgard. How will it turn out? It will certainly be a Scream!

You're always more than welcome to share some of your thoughts, ideas, questions regarding my stories, I'm always open to talk.

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#loki odinson #loki fluff #loki #loki x reader #loki x you #loki of asgard #loki laufeyson #loki friggason #mcu loki #soft loki #soft!dark Loki #dark!reader #loki fanfic #loki angst #loki imagine #dom!loki #switch!loki #sub loki #demon!reader #demon girl #loki and reader

[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

[luringfantasy]

One by One pt.2/?

PRELUDE

You were snooping around Loki's stuff to find his chest full of sex toys. He was not very pleased about it and has decided to punish you by using all his toys on you, one by one...

based on this imagine previous main masterlist

Warning: dub con, tickle, restraints, blindfold, oral f! receiving, edging, tickle kink (let me know if I forgot something)

HANDCUFFS AND BLINDFOLD (part a)

The next time you entered Loki's room, he wasn't there. You were a little disappointed, for some reason you were looking forward to your punishment (we all were XD).

You decided to lay down on Loki's bed and wait for him, minutes turned into hours and you fell asleep.

When you woke up from a well rested nap, everything around you was dark. There was something covering your eyes. Your hands tried to reach it to remove it, but they were stuck too. You panicked but soon heard a chuckle from somewhere in front of you. "Relax darling, it's just me" Loki said in a calm and amused voice.

Now that you knew you were safe (were you really?). The realization of what situation you were in came down on you. You were in Loki's room, on his bed. Your hands securely tied up, with little room to wiggle. Eyes covered by a blindfold, so you didn't know what he was actually upto. Relying on other senses made your body real sensitive, you could feel the air around you.

Which then reminded you that you were just wearing a pair of shorts, fuzzy socks and a tank top. And had no way to get out of here. While Loki had access to all of you, to do whatever he wanted to do.

Last time you had a chance to fight him, when he was, as he likes to put it, teaching you. Last time you tried your best, to get what you wanted, and move away from what you didn't. But right now there was very little space for you to move around.

Suddenly you felt his strong fingers around your ankle, it reminded you of the last time you were here. Will he use that device again!? He could keep you here this time for hours! Not that he had any trouble doing that last time.

You felt his fingers move on your right sole over your socks. You tried to jerk your leg back, but to no avail. His fingers and nails were moving very delicately across your sole, the sock made the simulation weaker making it all the more unbearable.

You tried stifling your giggles, but failed at it. After Loki treated your other foot the same way, he removed the socks from your feet. Then you felt him being your feet together by the ankles with probably a ribbon. And that's when he went for the kill.

Loki held your feet by the binding with one hand while he used the other one to scrape his short trimmed nails all over your arches and soles.

"Loki!" You screamed. You were asking what the hell he was up to, because that's the most you could get out of your mouth. Loki chucked deeply, "Why darling, I am teaching you a lesson of course." He said nonchalantly, as if this was something of a common occurrence for him. Was it? Wait, why did that make you feel a little bitter? But you didn't have a chance to think of this for long.

You were screaming and laughing too much. Your hands bound to the headboard and feet tied and pulled towards him did not give any space to move around. And the blindfold didn't allow you any real breaks because when he paused you didn't actually know what to expect next. Or where he will touch you next.

next

TAGLIST: @lokixryss @alyeskathewave @ladymischief11

My imagination was running too long so I have broken this into two parts.

What toy would you like to see next?

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[holymultiplefandomsbatman]

Hungry For Your Living Kiss [sub Loki Smut]

Sub TDW!Loki x Dom fem!reader

Summary: Loki has been locked up in his cell on Asgard for a while. You are one of Frigga’s maids and visit Loki regularly to bring him new books, as ordered by Frigga herself. The only difference: you choose to hand them over in person. Loki has developed an interest in you but he’s buried too deep in guilt and self-hatred to do anything about it. When you visit him again after he wakes up from a nightmare, Loki finally cracks.

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: NSFW! 18+  sub!Loki, dom!reader, face-slapping, praise kink, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, body worship, trauma, Loki having a panic attack, mentions of torture under Thanos, discussion of consent and boundaries, Loki being a soft cinnamon roll

Well, there we go. I’ve actually written smut for once, big surprise! This fic kinda developed a mind of its own at some point and now this is the end result. I don’t know what happened… 😂

Thanks to @lokisgoodgirl​ for inspiring me and being a cheerleader, and also thanks to @lokischambermaid​ for encouraging me to actually go through with writing this nonsense. I hope you enjoy it.

@muddyorbsblr​ I hope you like this too!

I haven’t written smut in a long time, so this is basically my first official attempt in... 3 years, I think. Please be kind. 😅

The title is inspired by the poem “If I Was Dead” by Carol Ann Duffy. I love her poetry and every single one of her works gives me Loki vibes. I can only recommend you check it out.

Loki stared grimly into the dungeon hallway, his vision obscured by the orange glow of Asgardian magic trapping him in this dreaded cage.

With nothing to do but reading.

And maybe waiting on new material – not that he was concerned about the plays and mythology retellings his mother kept bringing to him.

“The books I sent, do they not interest you?”

Loki bit back a comment about how he was far more interested in the maid delivering them than he cared about the books themselves. He paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself before he turned away from the wall to face his mother.

“Is that how I am to wile away eternity?”

Loki’s voice was calm, though the words sent a flash of pain through him.

Trapped in this cell, forgotten by the world. All alone.

Bitterly, he added, “Reading.”

“I’ve done everything in my power to make you comfortable, Loki.”

Frigga’s calm words carried a certain emotion that he couldn’t quite place. Loki looked up at his mother, interrupting his mindless pacing around the cell.

“Have you?” he asked slowly.

He took a step towards her, allowing a hint of pain into his voice as he eyed his mother with his usual façade of indifference.

“Does Odin share your concern? Does Thor?”

The look she gave him in response made Loki want to laugh. “It must be so inconvenient, them asking after me day and night…”

Frigga ignored his comment, as she always did.

Memories of his childhood rose from the depth of Loki’s mind, how his mother had smiled in amusement whenever he showed her something he cared about. He’d been so convinced that she cared about his stories, that she was listening with interest.

Now, Loki couldn’t help but wonder how much of it had just been her being amused at his childish joy. If she’d simply waved his passions aside like they didn’t matter.

Had she ever truly listened?

Frigga frowned at him. Her stern eyes trapped Loki under their stare, preventing him from hiding behind his carefully-constructed mask again.

“You know full well it was your actions that brought you here.”

Loki bit his tongue, fighting a memory that threatened to close in on him.

Your actions…

“My actions.” he echoed in a dull voice, turning away from Frigga to pace around the cell again. His stride was more forceful now, every step crushing a painful memory beneath his sturdy boots.

Loki soon found himself arguing with his mother, finally allowing himself to release a fraction of the weight he’d carried on his shoulders since his childhood days. Frigga’s insistence on his parentage ignited a storm deep within his chest, his ears filling with white noise while she continuously compared his actions to Odin’s.

“HE’S NOT MY FATHER!” Loki finally interrupted her, screaming the words right into her face.

Frigga didn’t remain quiet for long even though she’d taken a step back at his loud voice. “Then am I not your mother?” she asked softly, her ancient eyes filled with sadness.

Loki stared at her, his mouth opening and closing as he choked on all the things he’d always wanted to tell her. When he finally managed to say something, it turned out to be the worst possible option he could have chosen. He already regretted the words before they even left his mouth.

“You’re not.”

Frigga just looked at him, that same deep sadness from before still on her face.

Loki reached out, wanting to apologize, to touch her, to hold her. Anything.

His hand faded straight through hers.

Frigga’s eyes didn’t leave him as she slowly dissolved into sparks of magic.

Loki stared at the spot where she’d stood only a second ago. His chest constricted painfully as their conversation repeated in his head.

You know full well it was your actions that brought you here.

He shut his eyes, trying to hold back the memories of what he’d done in the past two years. What he’d been forced to do.

As usual, Loki was too weak to fight the onslaught of pictures and sounds. They overwhelmed him, playing out in front of him in blindingly bright colors.

The screams. The pain. The view of all the destruction from atop Stark Tower, in that brief moment where he’d finally been himself again. The way Thor had pleaded with him, right before he’d lost control once more…

Loki’s legs gave out beneath him. He stumbled to the ground, the impact shooting a flash of hot, burning pain up his spine. Tears trickled down his cheeks before he even knew he was crying.

Your fault. Weak, useless, despicable.

Loki pressed his forehead against the cold stone floor, his hands balled into fists next to his face.

The whispers didn’t cease. They only increased in volume as a single word stood out among the storm of insults. It echoed off the walls, digging its claws deep into Loki’s trembling body.

Monster.

Loki awoke with a start. He blinked against sleep’s firm hold, trying to shake the remnants of his dream – or rather, his nightmare. He barely remembered anything and the pictures faded quickly as he reached consciousness.

He could still hear the screams though. They always followed him, even when he was awake.

Loki slowly sat up. His entire body protested and his limbs ached as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. He paid it no mind.

He’d survived so much worse…

Loki stared at the hard surface beneath him in confusion; he must have fallen asleep on the floor. No wonder he’d been plagued by a nightmare.

Not that his waking hours were free of horror. The ghosts of the past two years followed him like a shadow even when he was wide-awake. No matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn’t escape them.

Loki wiped at his eyes to brush away the first tears rolling down his face. He gritted his teeth, ultimately failing to control himself as he gave in to the pain.

It would be one of those days again…

Voices rang out in the dungeon hallway. The two guards with their rough, ceremonious language – and then a third person, speaking in a much more joyful tone.

Loki froze. An ice-cold flash shot through him as he stared at the nontransparent cell wall.

No. You couldn’t be here, not right now!

He couldn’t let you see him like this, crying on the floor like some pathetic wimp. You deserved his best behavior, the charming prince who treated you like royalty. Not this…this sobbing moron.

Loki tried to hide his tears, desperately rubbing at his face with his sleeve. It was no use. Fresh tears continued to spill from his eyes, no matter how harshly he wiped the old ones away.

You entered the cell, the pile of books in your arms so high that it obscured your vision. You’d brought more than usual this time.

Maybe Frigga had added some books to teach him a lesson after their fight…

Loki shuffled backwards until his spine met the wall. He suppressed a pained hiss as his back protested at the impact and instead pulled his knees up towards his chest, trying his best to hide himself from you.

“Good morning, your highness. I hope I’m not too early. Queen Frigga requested that I deliver these as soon as possible.”

Your voice was far too chipper for the current time of day.

You carefully set the pile of books down onto the chair, reaching out to catch one of them before it could fall to the floor. Afterwards you turned around, quickly wiping your hands on your clothes as you searched for him.

“I know you probably haven’t finished the old ones yet, so I thought I’d just –“

Loki could tell when you spotted him cowering in the corner. He tried to make himself even smaller, wishing he could just fade into the wall.

An expression of deep concern washed over your beautiful features. You hurried across the room to kneel beside him, cupping his face between your palms.

“Are you alright?”

Loki could only stare at you in disbelief. His crying ceased, the pain replaced by utter shock at your proximity.

Did you forget who you were talking to? That you couldn’t just touch–

A shiver ran through him as your thumbs softly wiped his tears away. The careful, almost loving caress fueled the ache in his chest, though it was another kind of longing this time.

Why were you being so gentle with him? Why weren’t you running from him like everyone else?

Your touch became stronger. You angled his face towards you, leaving Loki no choice but to look at you.

“Are you alright, your highness?”

The title made him shiver, even though you’d addressed him in this manner countless times before ever since Thor had dragged him back to Asgard.

Something about your soft voice as you said the words this time was different.

It almost sounded like a term of endearment…

Loki’s mouth fell open, a quiet gasp slipping out against his will. His hand flew up and covered his mouth as he stared at you, embarrassment at his own reaction stunning him into silence.

You studied his face. A smile spread over your features – gods, you were truly beautiful – when you carefully pulled Loki’s hand away from his face. You placed it ever so gently against your cheek instead, closing your eyes for a second and leaning into the touch before you pressed your lips against it, softly kissing the palm of his hand.

Loki couldn’t breathe. He stared at you, your boldness leaving him completely speechless.

If someone saw you, you’d be executed immediately…

You were still smiling as you kissed his palm a second time, and a third, before your lips gently grazed the soft skin on the inside of his wrist. Your lips left goosebumps in their wake as you slowly kissed along his forearm.

A shiver shook Loki’s body. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep some semblance of composure – not that he’d possessed much to begin with. Your eyes met his while your mouth still brushed against his skin. He audibly gasped this time, the sound far too loud for the silence of the room.

With a soft peck to the inside of his elbow, you lifted your head and sat back on your knees, looking at him expectantly. You smiled, soft with a dash of mischief.

“Does your highness require anything else?”

Loki opened and closed his mouth without making a sound. His silver tongue betrayed him, a situation that didn’t occur often. He could usually rely quite confidently on his eloquence and quick wit.

In this moment, Loki was robbed of that gift. His tongue was immovable as stone inside his mouth.

Ironically he only ever found himself in this position when he was with you.

“I – “ Loki gulped, silently willing his mind to come up with anything, anything at all. It disobeyed him when he watched a small smile form on your face.

Oh, how badly he wanted to feel your lips on his skin again.

“Kiss me…”

It was intended as a command, authoritarian and cold to remind you of your place.

Instead, Loki’s voice was shaky, the volume barely above a whisper. Heat rushed to his cheeks and he gave in, covering his face behind his hands to hide his embarrassment.

Your amused chuckle disrupted the silence, accompanied by the shuffling of fabric. A shaky breath later, your hands grabbed Loki’s wrists, slowly pulling them away from his face.

He barely dared to look at you.

Surely you’d laugh at him, mock him, tell him how ridiculous –

Your fingers caressed his chin, slowly pushing his head up until Loki had no other choice but to look at you. Your eyes were kind, without any of the mockery he had grown so accustomed to. Your thumb gently stroked over his skin.

When you smiled at him, it was like the sun came out.

“What did you ask of me, my prince?”

Loki blinked, completely entranced by your presence. Your words repeated in his head, over and over again.

My prince…

He took a shaky breath, exhaling slowly before he opened his mouth. His voice was stronger this time, though it still trembled ever so slightly.

“Kiss me.”

Loki leaned forward, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. “Please,” he whispered.

He was begging now but he didn’t care anymore. How could he, when you looked at him like he was the most precious being in the universe.

Your fingertips trailed upwards from his chin, cupping his cheek in the palm of your hand. Loki nuzzled into your touch, making you smile for the duration of a second before you pulled him towards you.

Your lips connected with his. Loki swore he stopped breathing.

Everything slowed down as if hit by a freezing spell. Even the silence faded away that’d been so deafening a few minutes ago. Loki could only sit still, completely overwhelmed by the heat of your body, the gentle pressure of your lips against his…

They were slightly chapped, something he hadn’t noticed before. And incredibly soft…

A shaky sigh left Loki’s mouth as he gave in. He returned your kiss, moving his lips cautiously against yours. His eyelids fluttered shut and he relaxed against your body, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he fought against the urge to touch you.

He would never forgive himself if he hurt you…

You shifted to straddle him, your knees resting on either side of his thighs. Carefully, so carefully, you reached for his hands, peeling his fingers apart before placing them on your waist.

Loki groaned. Your weight above him made his head spin. He dug his fingers softly into your hips, straining his neck upwards to kiss you again from this new angle.

You pulled your head back and pressed your finger to his lips.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

Loki stared at you in shock. Your commanding tone sent a shiver down his spine.

“I-I’m sorry…” he stuttered, struggling to even get the words out. His throat had become almost painfully dry.

You clicked your tongue dismissively and shook your head.

After a moment of silence you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. Loki’s face scrunched as he pouted. You simply giggled in response, kissing his nose once again.

Your lips began to trail over his skin, to his cheek, then his jaw. You grazed your teeth over it, making Loki shiver at the sensation. He closed his eyes as his head fell back against the wall, exposing his neck to you.

Your mouth soon latched onto his throat. Your kisses were starting to linger now.

“Mine,” you whispered softly, tracing your tongue across the main artery in his neck. “All mine…”

Loki’s breath hitched. He’d never thought about belonging to someone before, at least not in this manner. Something about the sound of your voice as you said it made him tremble beneath you.

Mine...

The words slipped out of Loki’s mouth before he could stop them. “Can I – can I touch you? Please?”

You pulled your mouth away from his neck and raised your eyebrows at him. Your eyes darted to where his hands were holding onto your hips.

“You are touching me.” you said teasingly.

Loki closed his eyes in embarrassment. Yes, he was aware of that – but it wasn’t what he meant and you knew it very well.

“I want to make you feel good. Please, it’s not right that I’m not giving anything back to you.”

Loki barely opened his eyes fast enough to catch the grin that lit up your face. He still saw a hint of it though, the fondness in your smile quickly overtaken by desire as you leaned back, raising your hands in a gesture that he read as, Well, what are you waiting for then?

Loki’s hands carefully moved upwards from your waist while he watched your facial expression for any sign of discontent.

“May I kiss your neck?” he asked softly, just to make sure.

You nodded immediately, tilting your head to give him access.

Having your soft skin displayed right in front of him like this tore a whimper from Loki’s throat. He surged forward and buried his face in the crook of your shoulder, breathing you in. His mouth tenderly caressed the side of your neck.

Your gasp echoed off the walls. You dug your fingers into his hair, pushing his face even further against you.

Loki chuckled at your reaction. He couldn’t believe that he was holding you in his arms right now, that he could kiss you like this.

He would very likely still doubt his memories once he woke up tomorrow.

Loki gave into the desire boiling in his veins. He pressed his lips firmly against you, sucking harshly. You panted above him as he carefully dug his teeth into your neck, making sure he didn’t break skin.

“You’re doing very – mmmm, yes – very well. Who knew that silver tongue was good for – ohhhh – other things as well…”

Loki shivered at your praise. His fingers began to play with your nipples through the fabric of your clothes as he sucked on your neck. His efforts earned him another moan from you, this one even louder.

You pulled his head away from you by his hair, staring down at him with hooded eyes.

“I need to fuck you, now. Will you let me do that?”

Loki nodded without having to think twice.

You reached for his pants, pulling his aching cock free where it had previously strained against the fabric, hard and dripping. Your free hand quickly pulled off your undergarments. You kicked them off before digging your hand into his shoulder for leverage and sinking onto his cock.

Loki couldn’t breathe.

You were a true goddess, your eyes dark with lust as you stared down at him.

You could've asked him for literally anything in that moment and by the gods, he would've done it so willingly. Without question.

Loki’s mouth fell open as you started rolling your hips. A guttural moan echoed through the cell, the sound so primal that he didn’t even recognize it as his own at first.

“Mine,” you growled into his ear, your teeth scraping against his neck, “all mine!”

There it was again, the word that would haunt him in his dreams.

Loki threw his head back. It crashed against the wall but he didn’t care, not even when his spine protested at the painful impact.

Your hand wound itself into his hair, gripping it roughly as you pulled his head back further and pressed your hungry mouth against his throat. A whimper fell from his lips, the sound turning into a low growl when you tugged on his hair.

“Yes,” Loki gasped. His head slammed back into the wall. “I – mmmmh, gods… I – I’m yours!”

It felt incredible to actually say it out loud, like a rush that left him dizzy.

Loki wasn’t sure how much of it was rebellion against the way he’d been raised – a prince declaring himself owned by a servant; all the stuck-up royals at Asgard’s court would gasp and clutch their pearls – and how much was the idea of belonging to you. Of being yours.

It didn’t really matter either way.

Loki squeezed his eyes shut, chanting the word until his voice cracked. Yours, yours, yours…

Your moans echoed in his ear as your hips moved faster, grinding into him relentlessly.

He’d never felt this close to Valhalla.

You kissed him again, your hands still buried in his hair. Your kisses took his breath away, suffocating him and bringing him back to life at the same time. Loki’s hands grabbed your hips tightly, clinging to you as he desperately tried not to drown.

Gods, he loved you.

Loki froze. The blood in his veins that had just been on fire turned to ice in a matter of seconds. Even your lips were cold now as they pressed against his.

He couldn’t love you. He couldn’t do that to you.

Words echoed through Loki’s mind. Words that kept him up at night, accompanying his nightmares so often that he saw the scene replay around him even though his eyes were wide open.

If you fail, if the Tesseract is kept from us, there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice where he can not find you.

Loki’s breathing picked up.

Thanos would find him. He’d kill anyone in his way to get to Loki, anyone who mattered to him, just to watch him suffer – a punishment for his failure.

If Thanos found out how much Loki cared for you…

The air was too thin now, his tunic gripping his chest so tightly that he wheezed, still unable to breathe properly.

What if –

A sharp pain on his cheek snapped him back to reality.

Loki gasped, his body surging forward as he struggled to fill his lungs with air.

He reached out, searching purchase. Something to hold onto, to ground himself. Something real.

Your arms wrapped around him from where you were now kneeling next to him on the floor, holding him against you.

Loki’s hands clung to your waist, gripping you tightly in a desperate attempt to center himself as his forehead fell against your shoulder. Your hand gently ran through his hair while you mumbled something in a soothing voice. The other hand stroked over his cheek, providing a sensation for him to focus on.

Loki didn’t know how much time passed until he finally dared to lift his head from your shoulder. His eyes fixed on the pendant around your neck, staring at it as if he wanted to commit every little carving in the material to memory.

You didn’t rush him, just calmly playing with his hair until Loki slowly raised his gaze to meet yours. You seemed surprisingly calm. He couldn’t spot any confusion or anger on your face, nothing but a soft smile.

“Are you alright?” you asked carefully.

Loki paused, taking a few breaths. Then he nodded.

“Yes,” he replied, surprised by the steady sound of his voice. He cleared his throat. “What, er, what happened?”

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips. Loki stared for a moment before he caught himself and looked away.

“You didn’t respond anymore when I tried to talk to you. You were just…” you lifted your hand from his cheek and waved it through the air in search of words, “you were frozen. And, well, I… I had to find a way to bring you back.”

You lowered your eyes for a moment.

Loki slowly raised his hand to the side of his face that was still tingling. His eyebrows rose as he stared at you, realization dawning on him.

A sheepish smile twitched at the corners of your mouth.

“Did you hit me?” Loki asked, completely dumbfounded.

You chuckled, looking at him with what he presumed to be a mixture of embarrassment and playfulness. “I had to get you back! What was I supposed to do?”

“Not slap me, perhaps? Surely you could’ve figured out something else!”

Loki rubbed his cheek, grumbling under his breath as you chuckled. He shook his head in disbelief.

You’d just slapped him. Right across the face, with all your might.

His mind conjured an image before he could stop it.

You raising your hand, your palm colliding with his cheek, the sharp burn as you hit him.

Loki bit back the groan that threatened to rise in his throat. He couldn’t suppress the shiver running up his spine, though. His body twitched.

You looked at him with barely concealed amusement, a knowing grin on your face.

Loki rolled his eyes, turning his head away from you. He was still unable to shake the mental image and it confused him greatly.

Your fingers caressed the sensitive spot on his cheek where you’d struck him a few minutes ago.

You applied pressure. Loki hissed sharply through gritted teeth.

Your amused laughter erupted right next to his ear.

“You know…” you said slowly, your hand dropping from his face to play with the tips of his messy hair instead, “I could just… hit you again. If you want to see how it feels.”

Loki’s breath hitched. He squeezed his eyes shut until he saw spots but it didn’t help him gain control over the onslaught of confusing thoughts.

The image in his head just wouldn’t go away.

Loki looked over at you, huffing grumpily for good measure.

You smiled at him, your fingers still tangled in his hair. Your other hand now cupped the unharmed side of his face while your thumb stroked over his cheekbone.

“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” you assured him.

Your voice was soft but firm. It calmed the chaotic thoughts racing through Loki’s head, although he didn’t know why. Maybe he was underestimating just how much power you truly held over him.

He trusted you though, he knew that with every fiber of his being.

Loki took a deep breath. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.

“I – I would like to… I would like to try it.”

You studied his face carefully. “Are you sure?”

Loki nodded. He didn’t have to think this time.

“Alright. We’ll try one and then see how you feel, yes?”

Your voice was still gentle but it now carried a hint of determination. Loki shivered. He nodded again.

You gave him a stern look, similar to the one his mother always used with him. “Words, your highness.”

“Y-yes,” Loki stammered quickly, nodding his head in confirmation.

Your fingertips stroked his unscathed cheek one last time before you raised your hand, looking at him questioningly. When he nodded, you slapped him swiftly across the face.

Loki’s mouth fell open, a moan ripping from his throat. Pleasure washed over him like a wave as his body surged forward, almost as if it were chasing after the pain. He doubled over, forearms resting on his thighs to steady himself while he shivered and gasped for breath.

Before he’d met you, Loki was sure he knew pain. He’d experienced enough of it to last multiple lifetimes, even where Asgardians were concerned.

He didn’t know it could feel this good though.

Loki slowly straightened again, his breath still coming in short pants. He looked at you, only to discover that you were watching him intently, carefully taking in his facial expressions and his body language.

You gently held his face between your palms, stroking your thumbs over his cheekbones.

“Are you alright? I didn’t hit you too hard, did I?”

Loki shook his head to the best of his ability, your hands brushing across his skin. “No,” he said slowly.

You smiled at him, some of the worry leaving your eyes. You reached out to push some of his messy dark hair away from his face.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

Your tone was casual now, as if you were discussing the weather.

“Yes! But –” Loki interrupted himself, awkwardly pointing towards his lap, “w-would – um, would you…”

You giggled under your breath and grabbed his cock, slowly sinking back onto him. Your combined moans reverberated around the cell.

Loki’s hands clutched your hips as you started rocking back and forth on top of him. He tried to keep his grip light enough that he wouldn’t impact your movement while still having something to hold on to.

Loki’s hips instinctively jerked upwards and he groaned low in his throat.

You didn’t punish him for it this time. Instead you smiled and lifted a hand from the back of his neck, softly brushing your fingertips over his cheek.

After a moment, you pulled your hand back, eyeing him questioningly.

Loki nodded and closed his eyes, his breathing picking up in anticipation.

His head flew to the side as you slapped him again, hard. The sound echoed through the cell.

A hot flash raced up his spine, making Loki cry out in pleasure. The stinging sensation almost tipped him over the edge.

“Th-th-thank you,” he stammered once he was able to speak again. His face burned from humiliation and pleasure.

You smirked, pulling Loki into a rough kiss. Your hips continued their maddening pace that made his head spin all over again

“Again,” Loki urged softly once you broke the kiss, “p-please, again.”

You paused and frowned at him, slowing down the movement of your hips. He whined loudly in protest.

“What was that?” you asked slowly, a hint of darkness in your voice.

Loki shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut as he battled the last remaining shred of his pride.

“Please… please hit me again, Y/n.”

He cringed, ashamed of the utter desperation in his voice. This was so far from the behavior his mother had taught him, so unlike what his golden brother had always been praised for during their childhood.

However, when you resumed the grinding of your hips on top of him – moving even faster than you did previously – and leaned forward to capture his mouth in a passionate kiss, Loki found he didn’t care. He simply let go, allowing you to do whatever you wanted.

You broke the kiss soon after, smiling in amusement as his lips chased after yours.

“Well done. Just close your eyes and enjoy it.”

Loki complied, a drawn-out moan falling from his lips as you started bouncing on his cock.

“Yes, th-th– ohhhh – th-thank you – mmmm, just like that… Please hit me again, I want it so badly, I – ohhhhh, GODS!”

Your hand had come down onto his face again, striking him so hard that his ears were ringing. This time however, you’d slapped him on the other cheek.

Loki swore he saw stars. The sharp sting pushed him over the edge and he spilled inside of you, your name falling from his lips in a broken scream. He remained sitting propped up against the wall as waves of pleasure rolled over him, leaving him a trembling, moaning mess.

You bounced on top of him, your head thrown back towards the ceiling while you chased your own release. You reached between your legs, rubbing your clit relentlessly until you came with a strained cry.

Loki caught you in his arms as you slumped forward into his chest, spent and exhausted. He stroked the back of your head with tender fingers, smiling to himself in awe and disbelief.

How in the hels did he deserve you?

You hummed softly, burying your face in his shirt. You remained that way until your heartbeat slowed down and your breathing returned to normal.

Loki’s breath caught in his throat when you finally raised your head to look at him, leaning in to kiss him so lovingly that he forgot everything around him.

All that mattered was you.

Loki woke up slowly, feeling rested and calm for the first time in forever. He found himself curled up in his chair, which explained why he wasn’t in as much pain as usual.

He didn’t remember lying down to sleep though.

He couldn’t remember when he’d last slept without nightmares either.

Loki stretched carefully, not quite trusting the lack of pain just yet. After all, he’d learned the hard way how easily his body could be manipulated, how it felt to lose control of his own hands only to wake up to find them covered in blood that he didn’t remember spilling.

Loki yawned, rubbing at his eyes while he slowly shifted into a sitting position.

Today would be a good day, he could feel it. He really deserved one.

Someone pointedly cleared their throat.

Loki flinched, his eyes almost falling out of his head when he spotted Frigga standing in the middle of his cell.

“Mother! What are you doing here?”

Their conversation two days prior came back to him. Loki practically jumped out of the chair, the quick motion making him dizzy. He pushed the feeling aside.

“Mother, I apologize for –“

Frigga only lifted her hand, effectively silencing him.

“No need,” she said graciously, a hint of her usual loving tone resonating in her voice. “You’re forgiven.”

Loki stared at her, a weight falling off his shoulders as he processed her words. He took a deep breath of relief.

His mother’s presence still confused him though. Why was she here?

Frigga smiled at him. When she spoke again, her eyes held a spark of amusement, maybe even mischief.

“I suppose you’ll be interested to hear that I disguised your… encounter with my maid. I wouldn’t want you or Y/n to face punishment over something so trivial.”

Loki’s eyes widened and he was unable to look at his mother. Her words left him torn between shock and disbelief as the realization slowly set in.

He didn’t know what to say, utterly mortified by what she was implying.

Frigga grinned softly and shook her head.

Loki remembered that reaction very well from his childhood, whenever the guards dragged Thor and him towards her after they’d once again done something reckless and incredibly stupid. She’d looked at them with the same expression then as she regarded him with right now.

Frigga took a small step towards him, the movement barely noticeable. The amusement in her eyes dulled, though it didn’t fully disappear.

“I’m so glad that Y/n reciprocates your feelings… but next time, please try to at least conceal yourselves a little bit.”

Loki swallowed and nodded. His face grew hot as his boots suddenly became extremely interesting.

After a while of awkward silence, he slowly dared to raise his head, discovering that Frigga had disappeared. He dropped onto the chair beneath him, burying his face in his hands.

When you came back two days later to deliver new books, Loki barely managed to cast an illusion before your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

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Lesson One

You’re given a chance to prove yourself when Loki of Asgard decides to be your mentor in magic. However, New Asgard doesn’t exactly give you much assurance, and you aren’t sure how you feel about Loki’s “teaching methods.”

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

The Asgardian was the strangest one of all, but something inside you wanted to trust him all the same. 

You’d anticipated Fury to visit you again at noon, as he’d promised. However, Loki, God of Tricks, had found you instead. Having heard enough about his past adventures, both tearing apart the Earth and saving it, you weren’t sure what to think, now that the legend stood before you in the flesh. 

Honestly, you’d expected someone more intense. For someone who ruined a city, and had gone toe-to-toe with the God of Thunder multiple times over, Loki wore a studious look on his face, clearly fascinated by you, and also concerned. He didn’t speak with the boastful grandeur of someone of his caliber. He didn’t mock or taunt. He looked only slightly more intimidating than the average human. 

Instead, he sat on the other side of the glass, by you, and greeted you with a simple, “They’re terrible, aren’t they?”

You turned your head, looking into his blue eyes until the focus from them made you feel uncomfortable, as if he were undressing you, or at least trying to see through you. 

“You can fear me if you want, but I have good news for you,” he mentioned, smiling gently. 

You looked at him again, and thoughtlessly uttered a hopeful, “what?”

Loki’s smile grew. “She does have a voice, after all!” 

You felt your cheeks go hot. 

The god before you spoke again. “Next week, you and I will be leaving here. I have been given leave to help you.” 

You wished he wasn’t being so vague. “How?”

He took a breath. “For the next year, I will be training you in New Asgard, to help you control your magic.” 

Shaking your head and turning away again, you mumbled, “It’s not magic. It’s a curse.”

Nodding, Loki nearly chuckled. “We all feel that way from time to time, I must admit.” 

“You know nothing about me, or this,” you replied, bringing up a gloved hand, slowly peeling it off. 

“The fundamentals of magic are the same, no matter where it comes from,” Loki assured you. “All magic can be controlled. All magic can be strengthened. All magic is controlled through willpower.” 

“It’s not the same, I try, I really try!” You felt the emotion in your voice rise. “The only thing that lets me go into society safely are these!” you said, tossing the glove at Loki’s face, who didn’t flinch, knowing the wall was still between you. 

“Indeed, I noticed those. They will be coming off when we arrive, of course,” he said, as if it were fact. 

You shook your head vigorously, snatching up the glove and putting it on again. “Never. Its too risky.”

Loki’s voice grew stern. “You will if you want to learn!”

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“Why won’t you try?”

“BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO KILL AGAIN!”

Your outburst sent Loki leaning back in surprise, blinking. You growled at him, frustrated. “YOU may be fine with murder, but I’m certainly not! I don’t take this lightly. I can’t just go off to Hogwarts to stop this or make it better!”

Loki scoffed. “First of all, you’ll hardly find New Asgard to be that Hogwash place. It’s a bit…rustic.” 

“I don't care.”

“Secondly, Y/N, in case you forgot, I have already atoned for my wrongdoings by saving your entire world from a titan. I would thank you to stop defining me by my past, especially after I was the one to convince Fury to give you this chance to prove yourself.” 

This last sentence gave you pause. “But, why would you do that? You don't know me.” 

“A sad truth that will be remedied once we arrive,” Loki answered. “I won’t give you every detail, for they aren’t relevant. Just know that I once sat in a very similar cage, with everyone looking at me as if I were on display for their amusement like an animal. They never asked if I was truly the monster, for if they did, they would have learned that I was only performing the will of the puppetmaster, who tortured me for endless days until I bowed before him. These people aren’t exactly wonderful listeners.” 

Everything about Loki’s explanation felt sincere to you. 

“Perhaps I just didn’t want to be partially responsible for it happening to another, even if just by allowing it.” 

You bit your lip, finally sighing and nodding. “I suppose I have no option.”

“Oh, you do, and perhaps it would endear you to Fury to refuse,” suggested Loki. “But there is one other thing you must know, Y/N. S.H.I.E.L.D. will be watching us both. If we fail, our lives may be at risk.” 

“I was told as much,” you replied softly, feeling a chill go down your spine. “Wonderful to hear it twice in the same day. You’re such gracious hosts.” 

Loki smiled. “I enjoy a bit of cheek,” he said, winking. “Living with you for the next year may be more interesting than even I’d anticipated.” 

You couldn’t help but return his smile with one of your own. You didn’t realize how stiff your facial muscles had become for lack of smiling or speech for the past two days. 

“Maybe so,” you replied.

“There’s a girl,” Loki said sweetly, gently tapping the glass with his index finger. “If you can hold on in this cell for a few days while they prepare for our trip, we will leave the day after the New Year.”

Flying made you sick, even in the quinjet. You spent the entire ride with your face in a plastic bucket, insisting that Loki stay at the far end of the craft, looking away from you as you heaved pathetically. 

Looking mockingly at Fury, still riding high on his triumphant proposal, Loki said, “This is who you are so afraid of?”

“Watch it,” was the only answer he received. 

After the endless trip, you touched down on a hill outside of New Asgard, which wasn’t covered in snow as you’d anticipated, but was still brown, sickly green, and chilly. It smelled like a tacklebox, and you got extra whiffs of fish, beer, and sweat even from over the hill. The overcast sky felt like a low ceiling in a damp basement. In spite of the heavy air, it was still dry and brisk, and it made the insides of your nostrils, as well as the tender flesh on your lips, sting with every breath. At least there was minimal wind. 

Fury talked briefly with Loki before getting back inside the jet and unceremoniously taking off, not even addressing you, which made you tug on one of your leather gloves anxiously. 

Is he afraid of me like everyone else? That brick wall of a man?

You slung your duffle bag over your shoulder with a sigh, deciding to begin trekking over the hill and down into the village without waiting for your escort. 

As you slowly came over the crest of the hill, the rest of the village of New Asgard became visible, about a quarter of a mile down the path. As Loki had mentioned, it was a far, far cry from the gilded splendor you’d imagined a place with the title of ‘Asgard’ would be. No house was above two stories, and most cottages were no bigger than a one-bedroom apartment in New York City. There was a rotting pier jutting out into the fjord, with a few pathetic fishing boats moored to the side. You could see people meandering about, none of them in a hurry.

“New Asgard,” said Loki, coming up behind you, each hand carrying a bag of his own. “Grand…spectacular…smelly…” he wrinkled his nose, and you couldn’t help but smile a little, which, in turn, made him smile back. 

Loki’s smile was your favorite thing about him thus far. As you;d been prepped for your journey over the past few, agonizing days, he’d stayed beside you, as promised, not only to be your advocate, but your friend. It was a stark contrast to his reputation of being a scoundrel, a trickster, a wild card. You’d learned quickly that his mouth spoke volumes. Any sort of smile could mean something completely different was cooking within his sharp mind. You also quickly developed a thing for his impossibly straight, white teeth, and once you found yourself dreaming of running your tongue over them until you snapped back to reality. 

Steady, Y/N, you told yourself. Not now! You’d always been prone to crushes, and this was the worst time to have one, when your life was on the line! 

“Our grand city for the next year,” Loki continued, stepping beside you. “What do you say?”

You took a deep breath. “I guess it’s better than the tank.”

“Ah, that’s the spirit,” your keeper remarked. “It looks rather desolate right now, but it’s winter. Once spring arrives, the sun will shine on us again.” 

You finally began down the path leading into the village. The Asgardians going about their lives stopped briefly to observe Loki as the pair of you walked by, but only momentarily, some nodding curtly, before returning to their business. 

Loki sighed. “They forget who saved their lives in the first place,” he said, rather arrogantly. 

“I heard you helped destroy Asgard,” you replied, a hint of cheek in your tone. “I heard you released the monster that caused Ragnarok.” 

Loki cringed, stopping in his tracks, looking at you resentfully. “It was for the…best. Don't bring it up again.” 

You knew in that moment that you struck a nerve, and you continued on in silence for a moment before Loki was able to shake off the awkwardness and continue his tour of the town. 

“We have a tavern, and the barkeep carries some basic medicines should you need them. However, I’m afraid there are no physicians of any sort, so if you develop a cough or a toothache, we’ll have to summon someone from Oslo, and that could take days,” Loki informed you. “Best to stay on top of your health.” 

The smell of fish intensified as you wandered deeper into New Asgard, making you wish you did have a cold. At least then you’d be congested and not have to smell the air. 

“Most of them eat communally in the dining hall at the end of this alley,” Loki continued. “However, our circumstances are a bit special, so we will be able to sup in our space, away from them.” 

You nodded quietly. 

“Speaking of,” continued your tour guide, indicating a small side path leading to one of the larger buildings in the village. “Here is our humble abode.”

He pointed to a set of steps that led underground, to a door on the bottom level of the house. “We’re living in a cellar?” you asked, hesitantly.

Loki shrugged. “I suspect they couldn’t build a new cabin in the five days’ warning they had.”

“I’m supposed to learn magic in a basement?” you groaned, displeased. 

The god of Asgard shook his head, his hair tossing about his face. “We will do that outside, up on the hill.” 

You went inside before it got any chillier (or smellier) outside. The cellar apartment was dimly lit by a few free-hanging bulbs dangling from the ceiling. The main ‘parlor’ was a room about the side of the tank you’d been kept in, furnished with a ratty sofa and unstable coffee table. In the next room was the kitchen, again, so small one could barely turn around. Through a hallway off to the right, two bedrooms and a bathroom awaited, none of which were impressive. The bathroom only held a toilet and a shower stall. It seemed that you would have to wash your hands in the shower after using the toilet. 

The only windows in the place were a few small, brick-sized openings just under the ceiling. They wouldn’t be good for light. Behind the sofa in the living room was a locked door, behind which were the stairs leading up to the rest of the building. 

“What’s above us?” you asked. 

Loki cocked his head. “I think it’s either the armory or a shop.”

“Armory?!” you asked, not sure how you felt about having a stash of lethal weapons mere feet above your head. 

Loki’s smile only slightly reassured you. “We’re still Asgardians, and thus, still warriors.” 

He gave you the larger bedroom and instructed you to get settled. “We’ll have your first lesson in an hour,” he instructed, not giving you any say (not that you had an opinion either way). 

Your bed was more comfortable than you expected. At least the mattress and sheets seemed to be new. Setting down your duffle, you looked around the small space, wishing it had more than a wooden armoire and a waist-high bookshelf with nothing stored on it. You didn’t like how dark it was, even with the lights on. It was unsettling. 

After an hour, you met Loki in the living room. He was on the couch, his legs apart as he leaned back, clearly at home in spite of the spartan arrangements he surely wasn’t used to. 

“Two minutes late,” he scoffed. “I prefer my students to be punctual.”

“I’m your first student,” you reminded him. 

Loki folded his arms. “Come and sit beside me,” he ordered. “Allow me to explain my terms.”

“Your terms?” you asked defensively, sitting next to your teacher regardless. 

“Yes,” answered Loki. “I have three rules that you will obey if we are to have any chance of succeeding, do you understand?”

You nodded, and he began. “Our first rule: no pitying ourselves. All magic is controlled by the will of the magician, but it requires a clean mind, free of anything tethering you to your insecurities. You will fail as long as you fear your powers.” 

Loki leaned in as he said this, and the smell of wintergreen from his breath filled your nose, a relief from the rest of New Asgard’s peculiar odor. 

“Yes, Loki,” you said. 

“My second rule,” he went on, “is that every day you are here, you will push yourself a little further, no matter how uncomfortable you feel. Magic is stronger if it’s exercised.”

You shook your head. “But we aren’t here to make me stronger--”

“--THIRD,” Loki barked, his voice rising with impatience as he grabbed your chin, drawing your eyes to meet his, “you will obey me.” 

“W…what?” you asked meekly. 

“I cannot work if I’m to be continually questioned in my motives. I have been a master of seidr for thousands of years before your ancestors existed. I will have to insist that in everything you do, you defer to me. I need your trust, Y/N.”

“What if I decide that I don’t like being treated like a child?” you asked.

Loki growled under his breath, not releasing your chin. “Then we will both be at the mercy of S.H.I.E.L.D. I will not be their plaything, nor their victim. You can snivel at their feet all you want, but I am STILL a Prince of Asgard!” 

You’d definitely struck a nerve with him this time, and for some reason, you weren’t in the mood to be more of a brat at that moment, so you cast your gaze down and gently nodded your head.

He still didn’t let go of your face, but his harsh look melted into a more gentle one. “In return, I promise I will take care of you. I will be your savior. I chose you because I wouldn’t wish the pain of my past on anyone else...well, perhaps I would, but not on someone innocent like you.” 

“Innocent?” you chuckled. “I’m not at all sure what you mean.” 

Loki shrugged. “You are a lamb, my dear. You want to be one with the world, don’t you? You want to live in gentle peace, your death touch handled and hidden. Let me be your shepherd, Y/N. You just need to follow my lead when I ask.” 

You weren’t sure you liked being compared to a farm animal, but you had to admit that he was on to something nonetheless. It was all you wanted to be rid of the stress and responsibility of your ‘gift’ and to live in harmony with everyone else. You weren’t just here to save your life. You were here for your best chance to achieve that peace with yourself. 

“Fine,” you acquiesced, looking into his eyes again and feeling your cheeks grow hot. 

Loki smiled. “Good, very good,” he remarked, finally letting your chin go. “Now, for your first lesson.”

“Which is?” you asked softly. 

He reached out, taking your gloved hand in his. “We take these off.”

Reflexively, you shouted “No!” and pulled back, yanking your arm violently out of Loki’s grip. He gritted his teeth. “What did I just say about obedience, Y/N?”

“You can’t, not today, not so soon!” you pleaded, the stress having a near instantaneous effect on your mind, and you felt the heat in your skin rise as your lip trembled. “Please?”

Loki looked a little angry, as well as a little sympathetic. Perhaps he’d gone too far too quickly?

“How long?” he asked. “How long have you used these?”

“I was six when this happened,” you answered. “Don’t ask me how it happened, no one ever seemed to figure it out. I went to pet a cat I saw on the street, and it died immediately. Then I was given a bouquet of flowers for my birthday, and I didn’t even have a chance to smell them before they crumbled in my hands. After a few more small incidents, we figured it out. In school, we told them it was a circulation issue, or sometimes it was a deformity. Whatever we made up, it’s worked since then, at least before now.”

He studied you for a moment. “You understand that the longer you hesitate to take these off, the harder it will become?”

You felt tears begin to sting the corners of your eyes in the midst of your panic attack. “I don’t want to kill you.”

“You won’t,” he dismissed. 

Shaking your head, you got to your feet. “You don’t understand. Luke was twice my size and he didn’t know what hit him…”

“I know you won’t kill me,” Loki repeated, standing and coming after you as you began to head towards the bedroom. Before you could shelter yourself inside, Loki stepped between you and the door. 

“Y/N, I will let you act like an infant today. It’s been a long afternoon already, and I need to go to the square for supplies. I’d bring you along, but it looks like you want to take a nap,” he directed, looking at you with authoritative intensity again. 

Whether it was some covert magic on Loki’s part, or your own psychological needs catching up with you, you suddenly felt a vague sense of drowsiness. “Yes, Loki,” you mumbled, the idea of an early-evening snooze suddenly becoming appealing. 

“There’s a girl. I will be back in an hour, but feel free to rest until supper,” he instructed, turning away from you. He stopped again with an afterthought. “And you will do well to gather your courage, for I am going to burn those gloves tomorrow night, so help me Norns.” 

Turning his back again, Loki headed out of the basement, leaving you to crawl into bed and bury yourself under the sheets, letting yourself sob heavily until sleep found you. 

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The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read chapter 38 here// Series Masterlist

Chapter 39

Summary : He gets back to you.

Warning : 18+, Heavy Daddy kink, Smut, Violence, Mentions of self harm, murderous thoughts, Mention of Suicide, Rape, abuse, sexual violence, Harsh language, bodyshaming, fatshaming, mention of neglect and abuse, emotional abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, blackmail, starving and under eating, implied smut, mention of drug use, some weird feeding kink I’m (loki is) developing, short chapter

You heard the knocks you were so used to hearing outside of your door at the mansion. That was Loki's knock, his pattern, you felt so scared as you thought you were losing it now, just imagining him standing out there because you were desperate to see him but then it happened again so you sat up on the couch and walked towards the door.

You peeked through the peephole and there he was, his busted face was the first thing you noticed. Twisting the knob you opened the door, as he got in you took a step back as he seemed alert, as alert as he used to be on the job, he locked the door immediately putting the safety latches on then he pulled the curtain aside to check if he was being followed there, he was cautious all the way but he just wanted to stay alret.

You stood there, almost motionless, you were holding your breaths in. He turned around and he noticed your swollen dampened face, his heart clenched immediately

"Baby oh baby" he wrapped his arms around you, the sound of his voice whispered in your ears and you finally took the breath you were holding in. You clutched onto him for dear life as you cried, that's all you were able to do. Just cry and he didn't stop you, he knew what a day you have had and then being all alone here must have been terrifying for you. 

"I thought.. something happened to you" you hiccuped between your words so he picked you up in his arms and walked towards the couch then he sat down with you on top of him, a familiar position, your favorite one, you needed that. 

"I'm here, yeah? Look at me sweetheart" he placed his fingers on your chin to make you meet his eyes, they were teary too. He was there. With you.

"Who did this to you?" you fingers brushed over the busted cheek and he cupped your cheeks to finally kiss you, he couldn't control anymore. Everything that has happened since morning, it has been for you. He wanted to save you, take you away from those horrible people and he did but you weren't safe just yet, not until you're both out of here for good. 

The conversation he shared with your father didn't sit well with him.

"It was just Steve, don't worry about that yeah?" You wrapped your arms around his neck and snuggled into him, you had to feel him, touch him, inhale him to calm down your nerves, to be assured that he actually was there, safe and alive, holding you so tightly in his arms. 

"I love you lo.. I love you so much daddy, I was so scared that something bad had happened" you cried and sniffled with every sentence so his hold tightened around you, his lips pressed onto the soft side of your neck, he was your everything now and he would take care of you, he feared that he'd fail but he knew he had to do his best to keep you away from them and safe. You chose him, you love him. You were his responsibility now.

"I'm here baby and so are you, I'll keep you safe I promise okay, I promise " you didn't say a word after that for a good few minutes, you just pressed soft little kisses all over his neck while his hands caressed your back. 

"We are away, alone" you mumbled as you looked at him in shock and delight, the look on your face amused him, a small smile curved the corners of his mouth. 

"We are together baby, just me and you" you nodded and noticed that he wasn't wearing a suit anymore, he was in a plain white t-shirt and a pair of jeans, his hair were dampened from the shower. 

"I had to stay at a hotel for a few hours, I was worried that your father had his men follow me" 

"They did?" 

"No I was just being paranoid" you wanted to ask him about everything but then you didn't want to know what had happened. He was there with you and that was enough. He heard the sound of your empty stomach growling and placed his palm on your belly before he wrapped his other arm around you and pulled you into his embrace

"Didn't get a bite in, did you?" He kissed your cheek and you shook your head in complete honesty "Well I have to fix that" 

"Just stay, please don't go" he cupped your cheeks and kissed you again, this time he didn't hold back, he kissed you like he'd never get to kiss you again. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue played with yours. When he pulled away you had your eyes closed in pure bliss and your breathing staggered. 

"Not going anywhere, just the kitchen okay? I had Stark stock it up for you, did you meet him?" He got up taking you along with him as he walked towards the kitchen, 

"I did..he seemed nice" he smiled as he put you down on the countertop, it was a small little kitchen that you could see from the living room,

"What do you want to eat madam?" He asked you as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I need to..do you need medicine for that? Does it hurt?" You asked him and he tilted his head.

"Don't worry about it, I have gotten punched in the face before " he chuckled but your eyes teared up even more "Heyyyy babygirl what is it hmm? What's bothering you?" He kissed your forehead as he questioned, 

"I want to..I want to take care of you lo..I want to take care of you like you do for me..I " you hiccuped again and his eyes teared up because of the tone of your voice, you sounded so sad, you probably felt overwhelmed by everything that had happened, he didn't want you to feel as if he was doing you any favours here. 

"You do take care of me sweetheart " he spoke softly but you shook your head over and over.

"No I don't..it's all about me..all the time..and I just..I can't do anything because I don't know anything..I don't even know how to warm the food in the microwave" he smiled as he cupped your cheeks and kissed you, his thumbs wiped your tears. 

"Well that's not exactly a testament to your feelings about me darling, I know how much you love me, I have felt it all and you took care of me so good when I got hurt remember? And you held me in your arms, you iced my bruises, you comforted me when I told you about Hela.. you have been there for me when I needed you little baby" His voice was so soft and sweet, it made you want to cry even more so you wrapped your arms around him and placed your head between the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet scent.

"I did?" 

"So good, you were so good to me baby, I have never been taken care of like that, never been appreciated that way" you sniffled and he just held you like that until you felt better, when you calmed down a little bit you pulled away and looked at him

"Teach me the microwave thing?" He smiled and nodded. Whatever you need, he'd give it to you. He took out a box of frozen pizza from the refrigerator and showed you how to warm it up, he even taught you to not overheat or burn it, there were so many buttons but you got the hang of it.

With a huge smile on his face he watched you warming up different things from the refrigerator in there like a kid, he wanted to tell you that it was the food you two had to survive on for a few days until things dire down a little but he didn't have the heart to do so when you showed him all the stuff you warmed in the microwave and asked him if he was proud of you. This wasn't easy for you and he had to keep that thought in his head, you were doing your best with the circumstances, taking it much better than Sameera ever did. 

The first day he spent after running away with her wasn't like this at all. 

"Let's eat now okay?"

"Will you teach me how to use the stove later?" 

"Absolutely, I promise " he chuckled as he grabbed the box of pizza with one hand and your hand in another, there was a small table for two outside the kitchen, so you both sat down, he went back to the kitchen and brought a soda for you and a beer for himself since you didn't like beer much. 

"Does it taste okay?" He asked you and you nodded.

"It's perfect, our first meal together" he smiled as you said that, after dinner you both laid down on the bed, it has been a long day, you laid facing each other, just staring, trying to remember where you two were, you didn't have to sneak out anymore, you could just stay on this bed for however long you wanted to. 

You placed your hand on his and rubbed the back of his hand gently, 

"What are we going to do lo?" You asked him and he sighed before he pulled you closer to him.

"We are going to lay low for a few days, then I'd drive us to Indiana " 

"What did you tell my dad? Did you quit the job?" 

"Stark called him and gave him a replacement, that's why I applied for a leave notice a week ago itself, but it might have raised some suspicions now that I think of it" 

"They won't find us lo" you mumbled with such confidence that he couldn't help but smile then the thoughts about Bruce and your mother bothered him but he could deal with it later, right now he just wanted to love you. 

You got on top of him, and made him sit up then you wrapped your arms around his neck, 

"I have wanted you alone in my bed for so long Daddy" you whispered and his eyes darkened.

"Yeah? What are you gonna do with me now babygirl" 

"Whatever you want" you latched your lips onto his neck and he moaned in response.

"Mmm I have a long fucking list baby" you bucked your hips into his crotch as he said that, he placed his palms on your hips and pulled you even closer, if it was possible, then he laid you down under him and got on top of you, your head almost dangled over the edge so he grabbed your thighs and pulled you downwards. 

"Daadddy" the word barely came out as a whisper, he trailed his lips from your jaw line and moved downwards slowly, taking his time, your nipples strained under the the tank top you had on so he licked a swipe over the fabric and you moaned so loudly.

"Be as loud as you want pretty baby, you are free my love" your eyes teared up as he said that, you didn't have to keep an eye on the door, worry about someone knocking at it in the middle of the night, you didn't have to feel scared that you'd get caught with him in your room. 

"I'm free" you mumbled and he moved up to kiss you, his hips bucked into your core and you wrapped your legs around his waist then you maintained a back and forth rhythm, matching the slow thrusts of his hips. The sound of your moans clashed with each other and you wondered when will he allow this torture to end, 

"Dadddy I have been dying to feel your cock inside me" 

"Mhhm? You do huh?" Gods he didn't know if he wanted to keep doing what he was doing to you or just rip your clothes off, fuck you right now.

"I keep thinking about it" 

"Tell me what you think of" he whispered in your ears and your fingers played with his hair, you took his shirt off so you could feel the warmth of his skin, 

"Getting fucked by your cock slowly, want to feel it deep in there, want to..ohhhh god" your thoughts spiralled as you felt your orgasm approaching you slowly "Want to what baby?" He placed his head between the crook of your neck and the sensations combined with your naughty whispers in his ears made him growl like an animal.

"Want you to cum inside me so bad daddy, need you to fill me up"  

"Fuckk darling.. that's a pretty picture you have painted for me..Soon I promise..let me just get you to our home first okay?"

"Yess daddy, I love you..I'll do whatever you want me to do. Anything, everything I'm all yours daddy, you own me" he kissed you softly, your words turned him on so good that he couldn't hold anymore, However it also bothered him a little as well. You heard him grunting as you both rode through your highs, he was so sexy whenever he came, you could never get enough of the sounds he made, the smell of his skin and the way he just knew how to melt you down into a puddle.

He picked you up and took you to the bathroom to clean you, what you said to him bothered him a little, he loved you so much and he was so grateful for the love you wanted to give him but he didn't want you to feel obligated towards him, he wasn't doing you any favors. 

He loved your timid submissive form in bed, he thoroughly enjoyed the sight of you willing to bend to his every whim but he wanted to leave it right there, he wanted to keep it sexual that way, he didn't want you to feel like he owned you or your life. 

He didn't want you to do stuff for him or give the control of your life to him. You have had enough of that all your life.

He wanted to make you stronger and self-sufficient so you're able to do things for yourself because he promised you the whole world and a long life together but he didn't know if he'd get to live it with you.

He didn't want you to crumble down as soon as he's not there with you, you didn't get an opportunity to learn to become dependent on yourself but he wanted to teach you that.

He wanted all that and more for the moments he won't be there for you, because what he had done today was risky and life threatening, now he understood why Bruce did what he did, being dead means nobody would come for him or her ever again. 

"Are you okay?" You asked him as you cuddled him and he snapped out of his thoughts,

"Yeah I was just thinking about you" you smiled as he said that 

"I'm right here" it was almost morning and he could tell you felt sleepy so he pulled you into his arms and caressed your back until you fell asleep. Feeling safe and protected from your abusive family. 

"I love you so much my darling and I want you to do the same" you clutched onto him as he mumbled, you were barely awake but you heard him, 

"I do love you I promise" you mumbled and he smiled. That's not what he meant. He kissed your forehead and you hardly registered the next few words as you drifted to sleep.

"I want you to love yourself darling"  

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