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The Great Escape

Summary: Your chance of freedom diminishes as the prince reminds you of your place.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, magic bondage, outdoor sex, humiliation, physical violence.

Characters: Dark!Loki x Reader

A/N: This fic is part of the Secret Santa Collection by @fictive-sl0th. As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs will be amazing. I hope you guys enjoy! 💚

Adrenaline courses through your veins as you run as fast as you could down the path to the docks, your sack of meager belongings bouncing at your side. You see the longboat to Vanir just up ahead, hearing the boatman calling for final passengers and a smile of relief plays on your lips, almost tasting the freedom that you’ve been yearning for since meeting the prince.

You couldn’t miss the window of opportunity presented to you when Tove pulled you to dance with her and Brigit. You made it a point to squeeze between the towering forms of the men and the swaying bodies of the women, moving along to the music to put on a show of enjoyment and basking in the sounds of the lute and trumpets booming in the great hall as the celebration reached its peak.

As soon as you saw Loki’s attention averted toward Lord Fandral, you immediately made to escape the festivity; stalking silently across the halls so as to not get caught by any servant or guard that is loyal to the prince. You grabbed your sack by the gates and wasted no second running away from the palace.

You grunt as your foot gets caught in the muddy path. You pull yourself free but your slippers get stuck into the earth. Still, you pay them no mind, leaving them behind as you continue your sprint toward the boat.

The docks finally come to view and you can’t help the tears that spring from your eyes as you feel the clutches of Loki slip from your mind but you gasp all of a sudden and stop in your tracks when you feel your throat tighten. Your knees buckle and you collapse to the ground, your hand reaching for your neck as the pressure around it intensifies, grabbing on the chain of the necklace around your throat.

“And just where do you think you’re going, Little Mouse?” A chill fills your bones when you hear the baritone of Loki’s voice.

“Lo—” You try to speak but the grip around your neck tightens, choking you while the emerald stone hanging on the necklace glows brightly against your skin.

The breath is knocked out of you when you’re kicked at your side, rolling unto your back, fear creeping up your spine when you see Loki’s face above yours, angry and menacing. You gasp for air when the tension around your throat is lifted but Loki drops his foot over your chest, squirming against the dirt path as he pins you to the ground.

“I look away for one second and I find you here, trying to flee.” He sneers and you yelp when he presses down his boot harder.

“Please, Loki—”

“I dress you in lavish clothes and adorn you in the finest jewelry. I give you the comforts of the palace and this is how you repay me?!” He snarls, his foot lifting from your chest but it is no reprieve as he kicks your side once more.

Your hands reach down to soothe the searing pain in your ribs but you’re not given that chance when Loki drops to his knees, flipping you back on your stomach and clamping his fingers around the back of your neck, choking once again when he pushes you further into the dirt.

You struggle in turning your head to the side, digging your fingers into the soil as you try to push yourself off the ground, hoping you’d push him off just the same. But your strength is no match with the god, your attempts proving futile as he remains atop you, his weight pressing down on you.

Panic surges through your veins when you feel his hand pulling at the skirts of your dress, the same one he’s given you along with the necklace before the feast, the fabric bunching up at your waist and you try to kick him away, legs flailing. You only stop when he slaps your thigh harshly, tugging at your small clothes roughly and looking at the flimsy fabric when he throws it at the side of your head.

“Loki—”

“You have no respect!” He snarls and you whimper when his hand presses against your cunt, fingers deftly moving to circle around your bud. “You have lost the privilege to say my name!” A cry is pulled from your lips when he dips two fingers into your slit, hating yourself for how your body readily responds to his touch, the slick gathering at the apex of your thighs.

You feel his impatience as he thrusts his fingers deeper, faster, a reluctant moan slipping from your lips when he spreads them apart, stretching you wide. You try to push him off once more but he doesn’t move, only stopping any further attempts when he squeezes the sides of our neck hard.

“Stop trying to find a way out of this.” Loki snarls, leaving you hollow when he pulls out his fingers, smearing your wetness on the inside of your thigh. Another wave of fear washes over you when you hear him fumbling with his pants from behind.

“My prince—please,” You beg and try to reach behind you, to stop him from his brutality, but your words fall on deaf ears and your hands desist to move, wrists pinned into the dirt by his Seiðr and you’re left at his mercy, free for him to use you as he pleases.

Your tears spring free from your eyes as you whimper and continue to implore for his compassion, to release you from his wrath. His hand leaves your neck all the same and he goes to grab you by the hips, pulling you flush against his pelvis and feeling his cock brush threateningly against your cunt.

He impales you all at once, your walls hugging him tightly as he sits inside completely. You mumble your curses against the ground, your tears staining your face and mixing in with the dirt. You feel his clothed chest press against your back, his hot breath fanning over your skin and you grunt as he snaps his hips hard, jolting your body forward and crying when your arms are pulled from your invisible restraints.

“You may have forgotten who owns you, Little Mouse, but your body definitely remembers.” You feel his smirk against your skin, Loki pulling his hips back, leaving only the tip of his cock in your cunt before thrusting back harshly, a cry of pain retching from your throat as he begins to fuck you at a brutal pace.

Your fingers curl against the dirt, your body rigid as you take on his wicked punishment. You keep your eyes forward, orbs locked onto the longboat and you feel all hope leave you when it sails away, your only chance of freedom slipping from your grasp.

You close your eyes. You’re not there. You’re on the boat, floating freely toward another land where Loki cannot find you. But such thoughts diminish and your attempt to remove your spirit from his clutches proves fruitless as the sound of slapping skin and his grunts invade your senses, tying you down completely to your reality.

Your walls flutter around his cock and you moan when he slides in deeper, the tip repeatedly ramming against the bundle of nerves hidden within. You’re panting and so is he, his hands pressing your pelvis down onto the ground, keeping your arse high for him and lifting his pelvis only to adjust his position and impaling you anew, feeling him fully once more as he takes everything from you.

His nails dig into your skin, the pain radiating throughout your body and you gasp when you feel the sudden pull at the pit of your stomach. You try to stop it, to not give him the satisfaction of bringing you pleasure despite his roughness, something you could have control over. But his fingers find your sacred bud once more, rubbing it in accord with his thrusts.

“You’re mine, Little Mouse.” He growls as he bends over you once again, his raven hair curtaining around yours and you cry when he adds pressure to the nub.

The dam within you breaks and a silent scream is pulled from your lips, Loki following suit, his groans of pleasure bouncing off the bushes and the trees as his essence mixes with yours. You slump unto the ground, tears falling afresh, and you whimper when he rolls his pelvis against your thighs, keeping himself snug inside.

“You are nothing without me.” He whispers when he leans down once more, his voice licking against the shell of your ear. You keep your eyes closed, not wanting to see his emeralds piercing through your soul.

“Everything that you are is mine.” He says menacingly, trepidation filling your heart as he presses a kiss on your dirtied cheek, sealing your fate with finality.

The merriment in the banquet hall fills your ears as you follow Loki from behind. The necklace he’s given you has now turned into a metal collar around your neck, a long chain shackled at the middle with the end held tightly in Loki’s grasp.

You try to steer away from the direction of the Yule celebration, not wanting to have people witness your state of disarray. But Loki tugs on the chain harshly, having you bump against him and you bow your head, casting your eyes to the ground as you follow him with reluctance back into the hall.

The silence that casts throughout the crowd is deafening and the gasps coming from the lips of the witnesses bare down on you, making you want to disappear even more. Your clothes are a wreck, the fabric ripped from your struggles with Loki on the ground. Dirt and mud cling to your skin, and you don’t doubt that your binds are the most prominent in their eyes.

There is no evidence left on Loki’s form, using his magic to cleanse him from his brutality and presenting himself as the regal prince the Asgardians know him to be. He brings you with him to the high table, the prince reclaiming his seat beside his brother, and all at once the merriment resumes, laughter and music echoing in the great hall.

“You really know how to put on a spectacle, brother.” The king, Thor, booms at Loki’s side. You grunt when he tugs you closer, Loki’s arm snaking around your waist to have you sit at the arm of his chair.

You don’t look up but you sense the king’s lingering gaze on your dirtied form and you don’t doubt that he’s known of his brother’s lecherous deeds toward you since the beginning.

“I am simply reminding the little mouse of her place.” Loki intones and you look up when he grabs your chin and tilts your head back, forcing you to meet his emerald eyes. “Isn’t that right, pet?” You see the threat in them and you acquiesce to his words.

“Yes, my prince.”

The words given to me were Christmas Gala, necklace and Asgard!Loki. I used Yule instead of gala since I wasn’t sure if gala is used in the world of Asgard. And this is dedicated to @fictive-sl0th. I know it’s not your usual Christmas fic but I hope you enjoyed!

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