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#very much pulling a loki here please i
earlgreydream · 3 months
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His. | Loki x reader smut
I finally the Loki tv show… this does NOT have any spoilers, it’s set on Asgard with a newly appointed king and his coronation gift…
cw: d/s
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“Leave any traces of fear in this room.” The command was clear, spoken sharply by a royal attendant.
Your gaze didn’t leave the fragrant water of the bath you knelt in, the attendant taking care to wash every inch of your skin. Other women pulled fluttering silks from a wardrobe, lying it out for you and finding jewelry to match. So much led to this moment, and yet it didn’t seem real — anticipation and anxiety buzzing in your head. You’d been told once already to contain the obvious fear that lingered in your chest, but the daunting task of doing so seemed impossible when your fate was waiting on a silver platter, the moment you left the private chamber you were being bathed in.
“Come, out of the water before your skin wrinkles,” you were hauled to your feet, wrapped in towels and rubbed down by several girls with movements so quick, you were barely left time to react.
Hands massaged your tense limbs, covering them in oils that bloomed with exotic scents, leaving your skin gleaming. At the same time, your hair was fixed, emeralds — his favorite — twisted into the locks and fastening to bare your neck.
“It’s customary to dress her in white,” a handmaiden spoke of you as if you were not there.
“The prince prefers black.” The will of your all-powerful god silenced any protest, everyone moving to do his bidding.
The women fretted — you had to be perfect for him. They prepared you to be presented to the god, as a divine gift to honor the crown prince of Asgard. You were bathed, decorated, and dressed, all to please the god you were gifted to, an expectation that you’d been bred for. It was a great honor to be taken from the hills, to the castle of the gods, to walk amongst the divine, even if it meant your role was to do as your master saw fit, obeying every command. You had come to terms with it, knowing that upon prince Loki’s rise to the throne, you were the sacrifice — the gift — of the kingdom, a promise of good fortune and favor granted in return.
It all seemed like a far-away, distant dream in a future that would never come. Despite that, here you were, relinquishing your whole self to Asgard’s throne. You had never met the god, and never seen him up close. Of course you’d heard the stories, the wrath and prowess of the young prince, and even seen him from a distance — but being in his presence was something entirely new, before being expected to spend the rest of time at his mercy.
Asgardian silk draped over your skin, so light you wouldn’t know it was there. Your decency was concealed beneath expensive black fabric, hiding what was only meant for Loki to see in the moments after this. The handmaidens’ fussing finally ceased, ending the long evening of preparation.
“Come with me, and do as you’re told,” the woman in charge ushered you forward, opening the chamber doors, releasing you out of known captivity into unpredictability.
You swallowed the fear in your throat, steps silent as you followed her to the throne room, the festivities growing louder as you approached your fate. Before you were given a moment to hesitate, you were led into the cavernous room of gold and heavenly magic.
All at once, it fell silent as soldiers escorted you to the throne. There he was — the god himself, draped over his golden throne. Loki was the only one adorned finer than you, a golden helm atop his onyx waves, wild cerulean eyes that bore straight into your soul.
“Your majesty, a gift in exchange for your benevolence,” the ceremony’s representative from your kingdom presented you to Loki, a hand on your shoulder forcing you to kneel before the throne.
A dangerous smile curved the god’s lips, placing his scepter aside as he rose to his feet.
“A very generous gift indeed,” Loki’s lyrical voice wrapped around your throat, stealing the air from your lungs.
He was impossibly tall and lean as he approached you, toned muscles visible even through the heavy layers of leather and gold that adorned his figure. Loki was no mere prince, but a god of mischief, holding an entire world in the palm of his delicate hand. A dark mischief glittered in his eyes, the gorgeous royal leaning down to look closely at you.
He tilted your chin up, looking him directly in the eye, immediately disarmed and vulnerable as you did so. His expression changed almost imperceptibly, gone from his eyes in a flash as he looked away from you, addressing the court who had handed you over.
Your ears were ringing too loudly to hear what he said, your head spinning. A solider moved to guide you to sit at the base of the throne, at Loki’s feet, when you were suddenly snapped back into the present moment.
“You will not lay a hand on what is mine!” Loki’s shout thundered through the chamber, stopping the man before he could touch you.
The soldier quickly fell back, recognizing the lethal danger of disrespecting Loki. An entire room held its breath, the seconds agonizing, exhaling only when Loki motioned for festivities to resume.
Despite the advice to hide your fear, Loki could practical feel your startled fright. Everything else blurred into the background, the celebration entertaining itself, leaving you and Loki at the center of your own universe.
Loki leaned down with an outstretched hand, his expression softening as you met his gaze. He had not yet spoken directly to you, but you didn’t need instruction to place your hand in his, allowing his strength to move you forward. Loki guided you to kneel at his feet as he resumed his place on the throne, slotted between his long legs.
Delicate fingers gently tilted your chin to look up at him, the touch startlingly gentle, a stark contrast to what you’d been warned of.
“There is a long night of festivities ahead, you may rest on me if you grow weary,” Loki granted you permission to lie your head against his thigh, to sink back into the new shelter.
You gave a small nod of understanding, looking back down as his attention was demanded from another round of celebration.
Despite the dizzying commotion of Loki’s ceremony, your limbs became heavy and keeping your eyes open was a losing battle. Loki peered down at you as you slowly laid your head against his leg, letting your exhausted body rest for the first time.
A fierce desire to protect you swelled in Loki’s chest, suddenly cross with the noise and lights that combatted your sleep. As he continued to entertain offerings of exotic fruits and tributes from his kingdoms, Loki moved a leg in front of you, glaring at anyone who so much as looked too long in your direction.
He couldn’t imagine how drained you were, to sleep through the chaos. Your weight rested against his leg, though you didn’t let yourself fully drift into deep sleep, some part of you making sure that you were upright, not wanting to displease him.
Loki carefully supported you as he stood, lifting you off the floor with godly strength. The festivities continued without him — kings, gods, and valkyrie reenacting stories of battles and playing with magic in the great halls.
He’d had quite enough of the noise and empty affection, and desired nothing more than some quiet time alone with his offering.
“Careful,” he warned softly as you began to stir, strengthening his grip to keep you from falling.
“M’sorry,” you mumbled, your first words spoken in a haze of exhaustion.
“It’s alright, you’re free to rest,” Loki laid you down on his bed the moment you entered the privacy of his chambers.
Golden floors were etched in sweeping illustrations of history and mythology, telling the stories of your god beneath the bed draped in dark green silks. Huge doors opened to a veranda, a summer breeze ruffling the curtains, allowing glimpses of glittering astronomy overhead.
Your mind yearned to stay awake, to learn your surroundings and stay vigilant in the presence of Loki. Despite that, your body screamed for sleep, sinking into the soft bedding he had placed you on.
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Loki watched you sleep.
Exhaustion kept your body rigidly still, not moving once the entire night. You stayed curled up in the very corner of the expansive bed, out of reach of Loki, who eventually took his place as the sun cracked the horizon.
The only indication you were real, was the gentle rise and fall of your back as you breathed. As you slept, the frightened expression vanished from your face, softening the your features. Loki couldn’t take his eyes off of you, studying your almost peaceful face.
Loki drifted in and out of sleep, not bothering to wake you after such a late and overwhelming night. You must have been weary, because you couldn’t have been comfortable, making yourself as small as possible at the very edge of the bed, not wanting to take up too much of Loki’s space.
You slowly opened your eyes, sunlight streaming in through the open veranda. The morning seemed impossibly peaceful, despite waking up into a new life of servitude. This didn’t feel like what you’d expected — waking up in a comfortable bed with the warm sun on your face, the scent of breakfast wafting from a huge spread on the chamber’s dining table.
“Good morning, darling,” Loki’s voice was much softer in the privacy of the chambers, without an audience.
You sat up, looking over as he stood from a couch, setting aside a novel. He was more relaxed, wearing loose black linen, his hair tied up loosely.
“Hi,” you whispered, at a loss for words — partially in awe of how gorgeous he was, and partially cautious, as if he were a cobra waiting to strike at any wrong move.
He watched as you observed your surroundings, inspecting your golden cage in the light of day. Loki’s chambers were beautiful, bright, and serene. It seemed so divorced from the perception you had of the god before being let in to the most private part of his existence. Loki moved smoothly throughout the room, delicate hands attached to a lean, muscular body. Loki’s face was sculpted out of marble, so stunningly beautiful it left you breathless. Green eyes pierced straight into your soul, laid bare when he looked at you.
“Eat something,” he gestured to the feast at the table, as if he were the devil, offering food to a goddess to keep captive in his lair forever.
It was your job to obey, your body moving before your mind even considered protest. The shimmering gown you were wearing the night before swept the floor as you walked, Loki admiring how beautiful you were, even slightly disheveled.
You hesitantly took a berry from the table, bringing it to your lips, licking the sweetness off your fingertips. The sight stirred something inside of Loki, his gaze focusing on the contours of your body that were visible through the just-sheer parts of the fabric draped over you.
“Master?” You could feel the weight of his gaze, invisibly drawing you to him.
Loki stepped toward you, pleased as you sank to your knees without any encouragement, easing into his submission. You wanted it, needed it, like your lungs needed air. A shimmer of green made your clothing disappear, baring you fully to Loki’s intoxicated gaze.
“Look at you, fit for a god,” he praised, slowly circling you as you kneeled, appreciating you from every angle.
“Only for you, master.”
“Loki,” he permitted you to call him by name, a request that pulled the corners of your lips up with small satisfaction.
The floor was cold beneath your knees, and your skin began to prick beneath a cool breeze from the veranda. Loki swelled over the recognition that you were his, and his alone. He was hard in the loose linen pants, eager to claim full ownership of you in such an intimate way. You willingly surrendered to him, practically desperate for him to take you, to consummate your submission to the god.
Your hands smoothed up the solid muscles of Loki’s thighs — limbs you wish to be bent over — before clutching the linen waistband and dragging down his trousers. The sight of him hung heavy made your mouth water and your cunt throb, desire swirling in your belly.
“Go ahead. Touch me as you please, I’m as much yours as you are mine,” Loki murmured, realizing you were waiting for permission, to do as you were told.
Long fingers wove into your hair, cradling the side of your head, pulling only slightly as you licked the tip of his cock, sending a shock up his spine.
He leaned back against the wall, smirking as your left palm flattened over his toned abs to brace yourself, pleased that you were trusting his words.
“Gods,” Loki swore when you took him in your mouth, letting him push you down until he was filling your throat.
Pretty tears welled at your lashes at his size, your throbbing need beginning to smear between your thighs. Your free hand worked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, your tongue dragging up his shaft. He was both long and thick, his skin like velvet on your tongue. It was a feat to take even half of him in your mouth, and you moaned and the thought of him fucking you, and how you’d beg to take it all.
“If worshipping my cock makes you wet enough to drip on my floor, I’ll let you do it every morning,” Loki purred with a grin, clearly taking notice of the effect he had on your body.
“Please,” you whimpered respectfully, dragging your fist up his length, giving your mouth a break.
“I’m close, darling, you’re doing beautifully,” he praised, watching your thighs squeeze together at his words.
“I want to come in that gorgeous mouth, feel myself in your throat.”
You tilted your head back just a bit, both to gaze up into his eyes and to let him in deeper. A low whine vibrated around his cock as his hand wrapped around your throat, gently squeezing.
“Fuck,” Loki hissed, spilling over into your mouth, filling your senses with his salty taste.
“Swallow it,” Loki commanded, and you were all too willing to obey, wanting to please him.
His thumb swiped over your lips, cleaning up the bit of mess he made, kneeling in front of you as you both caught your breath.
“Was that okay?” the question slipped out before you could stop yourself, puzzling Loki.
“Of course, it was perfect. Haven’t you done it before?”
“No, I’ve been kept pure for you,” you answered, earning a profane string of Norse as his dick twitched.
“You’ve made me insatiable,” Loki pressed a quick, messy kiss to your mouth that was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“No!” Loki shouted, standing up, displayed in his full glory to the guard who opened the door.
The furious god stood in front of you, blocking any eyes from catching even a glimpse of your body.
“Get out, now, or I shall have your eyes torn out!” Loki thundered, fiercely possessive over you.
“I’m so sorry, your highness. Odin has called on you—”
A sharp burst of Loki’s magic sent the man flying backward with a yell, the door slamming shut behind him.
“I’m sorry-” you began, as if you needed to apologize for being nude.
“I will never let anyone else touch you, see your body, or covet what is mine.”
A warmth spread through you at the words, taking his hand to stand up. He took a cloth, carefully cleaning you up, before guiding you into a closet that was full of the finest Asgardian fabrics.
“We’ll continue this later, darling, but for now, you’ll accompany me on whatever nonsense I’m being summoned for,” Loki explained, moving to dress himself as he left you to choose what maids had left for your arrival.
You chose green, pleasing the god as you adorned his colors, another sign of your growing devotion. Loki kissed your wrist, before a band of gold appeared in a shimmer, bringing a smile to your face.
He wordlessly led you out of his chambers, a hand at the small of your back. Being with him was intense — but the castle and all of its people was overwhelming. You found yourself leaning into Loki’s side, away from the noise of shouting and chaos of the everyday happenings.
He looked up from the throne to see what was bothering you before pulling you to sit between his legs where you could sink back into him and ignore the noise.
“We’ll leave as soon as I’m finished. Until then, you can entertain yourself by picturing what I’m going to do to your precious little pussy,” Loki whispered against the side of your face, gently nipping your ear.
You shuddered against his chest, feeling him chuckle beneath you as his arm tightened on your waist. Warmth flushed your cheeks and you turned your face into his arm, shy at the filthy words from Loki. He could feel your heart racing inside your ribs, anxious to tear the emerald gown from your body.
You were lost in your thoughts when Loki banished everyone from the expansive throne room, giant doors embedded with gemstones slamming shut, sealing you alone with him.
“Now, where were we?” Loki asked, mouthing hot kisses along your neck and shoulder.
“I believe you were about to fuck me, Loki,” you chirped.
“I love hearing those dirty words on your lips, all for me.”
“Only you,” you promised, closing the gap as he hovered above you.
The kiss was heady, his tongue warm and dominating as he pushed it past your lips. The sensation nearly distracted you from his hands, that were tearing the fabric around your torso, letting it flutter to the floor in shimmering pieces.
“I’m going to fuck you here, on this throne, like a proper king.”
You parted your legs, letting his hand drop between them. Loki smirked into your neck as he cupped your sex, feeling how wet you were, desperate for him as heat radiated from your center.
He didn’t bother to turn you over, perfectly happy to fuck you while you were on top of him, lying on his chest as he sat upon his throne. He glided his cock along your wet lips, only a moment until you were squirming with desperation.
He wanted to hear you beg, but even he couldn’t wait any longer, slowly sinking into you, every inch stretching you impossibly further. The sweet sting made you cry out, your head dropping back on his shoulder when he nestled himself fully inside you.
“You’re perfect for me,” Loki praised through gritted teeth, fighting not to slam into you like an animal. He could feel your walls throbbing around him, muscles burning as they were forced to take the stretch to fit him inside — and you loved it.
You doubted anything would ever feel so good, until his hips started to roll forward, the god fucking you deep and slow, holding your body against his chest. He buried his face in your shoulder, soaking up your squeals of pleasure as he lost himself in you.
Before he even thought to play with you, your cunt began to clench around him with an impending orgasm. Your startled whimper shot straight to Loki’s dick, and he fucked you harder, unable to help himself.
“Come around me, darling, let me know how good you feel,” Loki urged, nearly spilling into you as you trembled in his arms, coming with a scream that echoed off the walls.
“There you go,” he murmured, twitching before he filled you with his seed, painting your insides with him.
Your breaths were ragged and uneven, mind completely foggy in the aftermath. He breathed in your scent as he stayed inside you, preserving the moment for as long as possible.
“I’m yours, forever,” you whispered, as if reading his mind.
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rafesmuse · 7 months
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Can you do one where we Ride Rafes thigh in his truck?
RIDING RAFE’S THIGH IN HIS TRUCK
pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader
warnings: smut 18+, thigh riding, degradation and praise
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“Such a fucking slut” Rafe growled, pulling up your skirt as you chased your high by grinding on his thigh. A wet patch had already formed on his pants and your panties were soaked, your thighs covered in your wetness. Rafe sat back in the backseat of his truck as he held you on his lap, taking in your beauty while his strong hands rested on your hips, strictly guiding your movements.
“Couldn’t wait to get home, hm? So needy” You tried to. You tried to wait until you both got home. But Rafe kept teasing you by placing his hand on your thigh throughout the entire ride and inching his way up to your underwear. You were soaking at that point— your wetness dripping down onto the passenger’s seat so you begged him to help you out. “Not my problem” was all he said while he shrugged, his eyes not leaving the road. After much begging, you eventually got him to park his truck on the side of the road, and riding his thigh was the most he let you do.
“Rafe…” you whined, as his firm hold on your hips restrained you from moving quickly enough to finish. “What’s that? My baby’s still not satisfied?” he taunted, looking at you with a smirk on his face as he cocked his head to the side. You shook your head and pouted, knowing it made it harder for him to resist. One hand swiftly grabbed the back of your neck while his head moved closer to yours, whispering in your ear, “Then fucking beg for it.” His deep, low voice sent shivers down your spine, arousing you even more.
“Please… please let me cum Rafe. I need to” he chuckled, eyeing you up and down. “Need to? So fucking pathetic. Go on, make yourself cum” You exhaled in relief as you watched him move his hands behind his head, enjoying the scene in front of him. “But I won’t help you, alright?” you nodded as you closed your eyes, focusing on your movements.
You felt your high approaching as you increased your pace, your hands firmly grasping Rafe’s shoulders. His mouth moved to your neck, covering it in hickeys while he still kept his hands off of you. “You know anyone could see you if they just walked by, hm?“ Your mouth opened slightly as you moaned in response, unable to form coherent sentences. “You know what, I hope they will, so everyone can see how fucking desperate my girl is" A chuckle escaped his mouth as he continued peppering your neck with sloppy kisses. “Give them a show, baby”
“F-fuck, Rafe!” you moaned out when Rafe suddenly flexed his thigh. A few more movements and your orgasm washed over you, causing you to see stars. Your body began to shake as you held onto Rafe for support, riding yourself through your orgasm. “There you go. Good girl” Rafe praised as you breathed heavily, coming down from your high. “I can’t wait to fuck you when we get home”
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clandestineloki · 10 months
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Cold Flower (NSFW)
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A/N: My public apology for going dormant on Tumblr for nearly 5 months.
tw: jotun!loki dom!loki, sub!cottagegirl!reader, loki’s cock is big but his size kink is bigger, corruption kink, praise kink, manhandling but very cutely if i may say!!, unrealistically fast paced because loki is horny ) >:D
read it on ao3!!
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The grass tickles your ankles as you step through the bushes, careful not to step on any pretty flowers in your path.
Sunset is nearing, and you've only gotten so much as a few ferns. But you don't mind. The forest will bloom when it wants to, and even if you haven't collected any flowers for your work you're having a wonderful time looking around at all the birds and the deer and the butterflies and nature; just getting away from the busy life in the village is enough of a treat.
Stepping through a clear patch, you look around for any deer traps. What deer traps? The ones that have hidden nets that burst out from the ground like flytraps and scoop up any poor being that just happened to be there, leaving them trapped up in the air by a rope tied to a tree.
Now that you think of it, a clear patch in the middle of the forest means one thing: a deer trap has been set off already.
Right above where you stand.
Realizing the danger of being anywhere near a threatened or harmed deer, you’re ready to bolt out of the woods when you look up, and see a net that’s filled with leaves, branches, and stray grass reeds.
And dangling out of the net is a leg— a leg that looks less like a deer’s… and more of a person’s.
You gasp in horror. Someone’s caught in it!
Running around the tree, you find the rope suspending the trap buried in the ground. You rummage for your shears and hastily cut it, grabbing the rope to pull it down with your weight and let the trap sink to the ground slowly.
When it does, you run over, cutting away as much of the net as you can, digging through the leaves until you reach someone covered in an enormous fur cape.
You gingerly pull it back, and stare in awe.
It’s a man, with dark hair and sharp features, no doubt very handsome despite the scratches and cuts he’s sustained. The linen top he’s wearing is littered with twigs.
Softly, you brush away the twigs when you touch his wrist and freeze.
And quite literally, because his skin is as cold as ice.
Almost as if he were a corpse.
“Sir! Sir! Please wake up!”
When Prince Loki’s eyes open and adjust to the glare of the sun— and the silhouette blocking it out— his breath hitches.
Is this Valhalla? Am I… dead?
Surely, he must be. For above him kneels the most beautiful girl, almost shimmering in the golden light, it’s definite that you’re an angel.
“Hello? Sir? Can you hear me?”
An even lovelier voice for a radiant woman. He nods, and you let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh, thank goodness!” You lean forward, brushing away twigs from his face and cloak. “I thought you had died! I hate those deer traps, they’re dangerous and they're so hard to see! It almost killed you! Are you alright?”
“Yes- Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”
It’s as if he spoke without thinking, eager to hear more from your pretty lips. You catch your breath, kneeling back down, and he sits up to get a better look at the captivating face of his savior.
“How long have you been up there?”
Loki brushes his hand against his cheek. “I'm not quite sure- ah-”
He hisses when his fingers graze a wound on his temple, and he retracts his hand to find a few specks of scarlet.
“Probably not long, I'm still bleeding,” he shows you his hand, and you gasp.
“Oh, no,” you take a closer look at his face. “My house isn't far from here, I can help you clean up and get some rest. You must be exhausted. Are you alright with some porridge and biscuits? They're all I have the ingredients for and the farmers’ market is a bit far so I'm sorry if...”
Loki honestly can’t concentrate on what you're saying. He nods along, but he's rather focused on you.
As he tags along behind you as you retrace your steps to your home, Loki whispers a thanks to whatever Gods led him to be graced by your beauty in this moment, regardless of the circumstance. He had just been hunting for sport, unaware of the trap that had pulled him up into the tree so suddenly and rendered him unconscious.
Now, he's found something— no, someone— better; a much more rewarding, delicious little prey.
“I just realized I haven't introduced myself."
Loki looks up just as you say your name, timidly holding out your hand. He takes it after a moment.
“Loki,” he replies, once he finds it in himself to speak.
“Like the prince?"
He recoils a bit in surprise. “Yes- Yes, like the prince. Uh-"
“How are you feeling?" you ask, dabbing the cloth lightly against his wrist.
“They don't hurt if I don't move."
“Okay. Let me know if it does.”
Loki nods, watching you silently tend to his wounds, before he hisses softly.
You flinch, pulling away. “Oh, I'm sorry-"
“You really don't know who I am?” Loki asks.
A second passes as you look down at him, brows furrowing as you sit down next to him on your bed.
“I can't recall. Sorry, have you ordered flowers from me before?"
“You run a flower shop?”
“Yes, that's why I was in the woods. I was looking for fresh flowers and came across you up in that trap.” You tilt your head. “What were you doing in the forest, anyway?"
“I was... hunting for deer, and the last thing I remember is hearing something above me snap.”
“Hunting… Is that what you do for a living?”
“Well, no. My brother and I do it for sport."
“Oh."
Loki stares at you blankly. “My brother, Prince Thor."
You nod.
Loki chuckles. Your pretty little head hasn't registered it.
He leans in close, brushing his lips against your ear, and whispers very slowly:
“I'm Prince Loki."
And the reaction he gets is the cutest. Your lips part as your eyes widen, to which he grins.
But he doesn't expect you to fling yourself off the side of the bed and onto the ground, bowing down to him.
“Your Highness!” you squeak. “I'm so sorry, I didn't know!! I-”
“Darling, please," he chuckles, shaking his head. “That isn't necessary-"
“I'm so sorry, I'll get some tea, do you want anything from the market? Please, allow me-”
Loki bends down, lifting you off the floor in a princess carry and sets you down on the bed.
“Please, don’t stress yourself. You saved my life.”
He takes your hand, kissing it softly as he smiles up at you.
“Thank you, pretty angel.”
Your eyes widen as you stutter out tiny breaths. Norns, aren’t you the most adorable?
“I don’t think you believe me.” He stands up, pretending to be offended by your silence.
“No!” you cry . “I mean- I do believe you! It’s just- I was surprised, I didn’t think-”
“Didn’t think what? A prince would just be out in the woods for no reason?” He laughs, leaning down to you. Before you can respond, he chuckles again. “That’s alright,” he steps back, “you just need a little… evidence.”
Loki closes his eyes, and lets himself shift into his true form: blue skin, dark green patterns across his biceps. He hears the tiniest gasp of amazement from you as the magic also heals his wounds and cuts (and hopes that he’ll hear more of those cute noises very soon).
When he’s done transforming, he opens his eyes and stares down at you.
Dear Norns.
He knew he was already taller than you in human form, but this was just delightful. You’re much tinier than him, staring up at his stature with those wide doe eyes of yours.
“You are-” you blink a few times in shock. “You are the Jotun prince.”
He smiles even wider. “That’s right.”
“And… I… just saved the Jotun prince.”
He starts laughing, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
“Clever girl.” He knows he’s downright cruel, teasing you just because you’re so cute. “And do you want anything in return for ‘saving the Jotun prince’?”
“Well, I don’t know-”
Loki walks closer to you, and stands between your legs as he drops his cloak to the floor and leans down, drawling his next words very slowly.
“You deserve something… special. Something downright… pleasurable as a reward for saving my life. Something that you’ll remember for the rest of yours.”
He chuckles darkly when your breath hitches in realization.
He wants to make love to you.
“What?”
He pushes you down on the bed, trapping you in with his large body as he takes your wrists in one of his hands.
“You’ll feel undeniable bliss. I’ll take you over and over and over again until I’m sure you’re truly satisfied, because you’re such a sweet little angel saving my life and cleaning me up and looking so fuckable.”
You mewl, no doubt keening from his dirty words. He cups your chin.
“All you have to do is say yes. You don’t even have to do anything~”
His thumb brushes over your quivering lips, and push into your mouth. Loki grins as you look up at him, nodding slowly.
“Use your words, angel,” he teases, pulling his thumb away from your mouth.
It takes you a few moments to catch your breath. “Okay…”
He wanted to make you beg. He wanted you to say please, please fuck me so he could flip you over like you weighed nothing and take you over and over again like you’d asked but the way you whimpered withered away the last of his patience.
He had to make you his.
Loki captured you into a passionate kiss, muffling every last sound your pretty lips made so that only he could hear. He pulled away only to push you down on the sheets again, forcing his tongue into your mouth as you twitch in his hold, unable to comprehend how dizzy you are from just a kiss.
The two of you pull away for air as his dark green irises watches your eyes glaze over with submission. He grins, unbuttoning his white button-up and tosses it elsewhere.
He grins as you stare at his chest. Your tiny hands reach for him, tracing over the markings and patterns.
Loki hisses, taking your hands in one of his. You whimper as he stares down at you.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble, “Did that hurt?”
“No, no.” His voice softens as he leans in, kissing your nose gently, his other hand pushing your dress up your thighs. He kisses your cheek, then presses his lips against your ear. You shiver at his ice-cold breath.
“It doesn’t, angel. It’s just that if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to resist flipping you over and pounding you into the sheets until you’re dripping with my cum and you can’t think.”
He pushes his knee against your crotch, making you squeak like a pathetic little mouse. Loki grins.
“I will be doing that, mind you,” he teases. “But I simply have to get a taste of your pretty juices first~”
Your skirt bunches up against your twitching hips as Loki stares down at your dripping cunt.
“Oh," Loki chuckles. “You're already wet for me, angel, isn't that adorable~?"
You mewl, bashfully covering your face as he grins at your embarrassment.
“Stop teasing..."
Loki shakes his head, pouting in mockery. “Only if you stop being so cute when you're flustered. But until then…”
He places his hands on your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he lowers his face to your mound.
“... I'll enjoy fucking you until you submit to me.”
Your eyes widen as he licks your folds very slowly, and you whine shakily.
“Prince Loki..."
Loki grins, kissing your pretty cunt wetly and pushing his tongue into your dripping hole. And your helpless whimper of pleasure as he devours your pretty pussy whole is the cutest and most captivating noise he's ever heard.
He draws it out of you again, and again, and again, drinking every bit of your slick, even if poor little you are just getting wetter and wetter.
You're panting now, and Loki is equally as short of breath, only ever breaking away from you to watch your pretty face scrunch up so cutely. Loki licks his lips, nibbling on your thighs and making you squeak and tremble in his icy grip.
“You're such an adorable little angel," Loki grumbles. "Makes me want to eat you up like a little mouse, hmm?”
He holds you down firmly as your moans tickle his ears. The way your little hole squeezes around nothing is just so cute, he just has to stuff you full after he makes you come far too many times than you can handle.
“Aww,” Loki chuckles as you whimper breathily, thighs thumping helplessly against the bed. “Little angel can’t take it anymore?”
He brushes a blue finger against your dripping folds, sinking into your hole for the millionth time making you squeak and sob in sensitivity.
“P-Please…” you mumble, glazed eyes pleading for a moment of rest.
He sighs, forgetting you’re just a pure little thing having her first time, and gently scoops you into his arms to press a few kisses to your cheek and whispering your name.
“Have I thanked you enough already~?” He teases, and you nod, nuzzling into his hold though you shiver lightly.
Loki’s heart skips a beat. He feels you cling to him tighter and he feels your little ass grinding against his cock.
“Well,” he muses, “I believe my kingdom will be overjoyed to find that an angel like yourself saved their prince, hmm?”
“Huh?” you ask, still pleasure-drunk as you settle into his lap, as if you perfectly fit in his hold.
“I said,” Loki chuckles his icy breath tickling your face, “My kingdom would be overjoyed to find a pretty thing like you saved the royal prince, wouldn't they?"
“Mhm..."
“And they'll throw a week-long celebration...” he continues, trailing kisses from your cheek to your shoulder. “All for you~”
“R-Really?” you gasp as he begins sucking on your skin, sure to leave marks after. “A whole week? That's too much-!”
Loki laughs against your shoulder, holding your hips down so he can feel your hips grind against his cock. “Nothing is too much for a perfect little angel like you~"
Loki licks the bite mark he's so carefully placed on your skin, then looks up at your glazed eyes and twitching pout.
“Would you like to come back with me to the palace?"
The look of confusion and bashfulness across your face makes his cock twitch against your bare folds.
“Me?! With you?!"
“Do you abhor the idea of that?”
He knows he's being mean and he knows you don't hate the idea, but Loki just can't resist seeing you so embarrassed and stuttering to apologize.
“No! I didn't mean that! I was just surprised-"
Loki shakes his head with a little chuckle, and brings you closer to his face to kiss the crease between your eyebrows.
“I know, I know. I was just teasing."
“Don't be mean like that!”
Loki laughs darkly when you cross your arms.
In a flash, he’s got you on your hands and knees before your pretty head can even figure out what’s going on.
“And if I do, what are you going to do about it?”
You shiver at the dark growl in his voice.
You're so far deep in this haze all you can see is blue.
“Your highness-!”
Loki presses your chest against the bed, leaving your pretty ass on display, purely his for the taking.
“You’re just a little mouse that can’t hurt anything, hmm? Just so innocent, and weak, and ready to be ravished.”
A cold, thick finger traces your wet folds, and you whimper, burying your face in the sheets as he tickles your hole until you’re shaking with need.
“Maybe I’ll take you back home with me… and make you my wife.”
Loki shoves his finger all the way in, knocking the wind out of you because you swear you can feel him in your tummy.
“Your- Your wife?” You ask, voice higher and breathier.
“Yes~” he mocks your airy voice. “My pretty wife, who won’t have to get her pretty hands dirty ever again, who I’ll take care of, and protect, and fuck every single night.”
Loki curls his finger, reaching that sensitive little part in your cunt that effectively leaves you a mumbling, drooling mess on him.
When he’s gotten you wet enough, he draws his finger back (to his cute little angel’s momentary dismay) and forces your thighs apart with his body, the head of his cock twitching against your folds.
Loki will forever remember the gasp you let out when you feel just how big he is.
“Do you want to be fully mine? Do you want me to fuck this little hole of yours with my cock until you’re screaming for me?”
You whine at his dirty words, slurring something that sounds like a yeah, and he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you.
“Really?” he chuckles, fingering your little hole one more time to slicken your folds. “Do you think I’ll fit~?”
And with the dirty wet noises that tickle his ears as he sinks all the way in he gets his reply.
“Oh?” Amused, he runs an icy finger up and down your bare back. “She can take it, after all. What a good girl~”
Loki barely gets the praise out before the prettiest whimpers fall out of your mouth like sweet honey, your poor cunt clenching down on him as your voice gets higher and breathier by the minute.
“Please-” you hiccup, turning to look at him with those pretty teary eyes.
His vermillion eyes stare you down cruelly as he grinds his hips down into your ass, making your head fall onto the sheets as you slur out a moan.
His cock feels so heavy inside you and by the way he laughs quietly you know he knows just how big he is compared to you.
And the way he pins you down harder lets you know he loves it.
“Oh, you just feel so good around my cock,” Loki groans, pulling back and thrusting into your leaking little pussy.
Poor you, already sensitive beyond imagination as this handsome blue prince ruins any other man for you with the way his cock stretches you out better than anyone ever will.
Not that anyone else will get the chance to. Loki’s decided it: he will take you home to the palace and make you his wife, and everyone will bow before their new princess.
Loki can't resist you any longer. He beats your poor cunt like the beast he is until you're whimpering and bucking against him helplessly.
“Feels... weird..." you shudder and gasp, tears leaking from your eyes as he sinks deeper into you, his huge cock hitting all the good spots inside you as your pleasure takes over your senses.
“Oh, is she close? Is this perfect little cunt going to come all over me?”
Loki's dirty words make you whimper and nod dumbly.
“Yeah," you sob.
Loki laughs at how blissed out his little saviour is and stops,pulling out slowly and groaning when he hears the sinful squelching as your juices drip onto the sheets. He turns you on your back, pinning your wrists to your sides, and captures your lips in his as he sinks into you once more.
“I missed these pretty lips," he smirks into the kiss, taking you for himself.
“Y-You just kissed me a few minutes ago..." You sigh dazedly, though you love the attention he's giving you.
“Still can't get enough of you. You're just so sweet~" Loki licks your lips, thrusting harder and making you squeak and link your fingers through his.
“Say my name."
“Loki...”
“Gods," he throws his head back, almost moaning at how submissive you sound. “Surrender to me, darling."
His hands snake down to the back of your thighs, lifting them and pressing them to your chest, quickening his pace.
Your eyes scrunch up as you nearly scream in pleasure, wriggling away as if you could escape from him.
“Surrender to me, angel~" he grins, kissing your neck and marking you up. “A pretty angel like you deserves to be pampered like this every day. Imagine that? You'll never have to lift a finger, I'll do all the work, I'll do all the fucking.”
Loki accentuates that last word with a hard thrust into your hole, making your eyes blur over with tears as you mewl helplessly in the Jotun prince’s tight grip.
“Awh, don't cry," he teases, kissing your nose when he gets a sinfully great idea.
He stops his movements, making sure he's buried all the way inside you before he flattens his tongue against your soaked cheek and licks your tears away.
You gasp, stunned for a moment before you keen and twitch helplessly, whining loudly as he does the same to your other cheek.
And your poor little cunt just clenches down again.
Loki growls, his primal instincts taking over because you're his ideal mate and you're nothing like he's ever seen. The sounds in the room get filthier and filthier as he loses control and rams into your poor hole.
“What do you say, angel?" Loki asks, letting go of your wrist before his hand makes its way down to your clit, rubbing the little bud and making you scream and tremble in his arms. “Be my- fuck- be my bride? Be my pretty little princess?”
“Yeah,” you mumble, chest heaving as your eyes flutter shut.
“Are you close?"
“Mhm..."
“Cute little mouse," he chuckles, pressing open mouth kisses to your neck as he rubs your clit. “Let go for me now, angel."
It’s a sight from heaven as you orgasm all over him, soaking his cock with your juices and helplessly thumping your thighs against the bed because Loki won't stop thrusting in and out of you.
Loki growls, pinning you to the bed. He stills, and you gasp at the feeling of his warm, thick cum filling you up. It makes you feel even more full than you already do and it makes you dizzy with even more pleasure.
It becomes too much for your melting brain to handle when he pushes deeper into you and you gasp, attempting to kick him away.
A firm, cold hand grabs your ankle and spreads you wider, and you whine shyly when he grins at you with a cruel glint in his eyes.
“Stay with me, darling," Loki teases, gripping your hips possessively and holding you still on his cock so he can finish filling you up.
It feels like hours before he breathes again, but it's only been seconds for him, already wanting another round with you.
But the prince resists, setting your sore legs down slowly and carefully sliding out of your cunt.
You sigh in exhaustion, but your breaths falters in embarrassment when you feel just how much he pumped into you, dripping out of your twitching folds and onto the bed.
A tiny drop even lands on your ass and Loki chuckles at your wide eyes, leaning down to kiss your lips and whisper a dirty promise that he'll fuck you down there too next time.
“Next time?” you ask, lips parting.
“Yes," he teases. " I've decided it, you're never leaving my side, my guardian angel~”
And he scoops you into his side, letting you rest before he has a few more rounds with your pretty hole— then he'll take you back home to the palace and convince you to stay. He'll show you the library. He'll let you lose yourself in the royal gardens all day if you wish! As long as you return to his chambers each night and let him please you the way you deserve to be.
But he's fallen for you already and the whole kingdom will burn in a blaze of sapphire dust if anything or anyone ever keeps him away from you.
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Our sinful secrets - Priest!Loki (smut)
Y’all voted for priest!Loki, so here we go. This is super filthy, as a warning. Please like and reblog, if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Priest Laufeyson went with the reader’s father to war, returning with him years later. Many things have changed over the years, just like the reader has, finally all grown up and ready to sin with the handsome priest.
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, oral (m), age gap, secret relationship, loss of virginity, religious connotations, power play
Pairing: priest!Loki x fem!reader (4k words)
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“Stop fidgeting, (y/n).” Her mother’s sharp voice rang through the afternoon, forcing (y/n) to stand still. She had been shifting her weight from one foot to the other, eyes focused on the end of the street their house had been built on. Her heart was racing, fingers interlaced in front of her waist in order to stop them from moving around with her nervousness filing her veins.
“When do you think–” the rest of her sentence was left unspoken as (y/n)’s eyes found a black car turning into their street, driving towards their house. A cry left her mother as the car came to a halt in front of their house, exposing the man the two hadn’t seen in years.
(Y/n) stumbled down the stairs with tears rolling down her cheeks, her mother hot on her heels. Before either one of them could speak another word (y/n) had flung herself into her father’s open arms, pressing herself as close to him as humanly possible. Her mother followed her movements, pushing herself closer to him with cries leaving her.
“How I missed you two.” The all too familiar voice of her father left (y/n) chuckling with glee, finally stepping away as someone cleared their throat, forcing all eyes to snap towards him. A man with black hair stood a few steps away from them, smiling at the two women whose eyes flickered between the ones of (y/n)’s father and the ones of the stranger.
“Girls, do you remember Priest Laufeyson? I invited him to stay with us for a few weeks, at least as long as the wounded soldiers are still taking up the church rooms.” The handsome man stepped closer, allowing (y/n)’s eyes to wander up and down his frame. Fuck, had he always been this handsome? (Y/n) couldn’t remember much about the man who had joined her father at war, giving those in need a guiding hand, taking their pain and sorrows from them.
“Of course we do, what a joy to see you, Priest Laufeyson! A man of God is always welcomed to stay with us!” (Y/n)’s mother wrapped her arms around the priest, pulling him in for a loving embrace before she searched the closeness of her husband again. “Please, come inside, we’ve prepared some food!”
“Oh please, Loki is just fine, Anne! Thank you so much for welcoming me into your home.” His voice shot shudders down (y/n)’s spine, leaving her choking on the improper thoughts filling her mind as her gaze found the cross dangling from his neck. (Y/n) could almost imagine it hitting her chin as he fucked her, how she’d gasp whenever she’d get to trace the cool metal with her curious fingers.
“It’s good to see you again, (y/n), do you still remember me?” It took her a few seconds to reply, trying to wet her all too dry mouth.
“Uhm, yeah, I think so?” He couldn’t help but laugh at the words rolling off her tongue, forcing a smile to widen on her lips as she followed her parents inside. (Y/n) could feel his eyes on her, studying her every move as if he was all too aware of the thoughts racing through her mind. She tried to wreck her mind for any memories, days where their paths have crossed, but all (y/n) could now focus on was the burning fire simmering deep inside of her, about to take over like the waves of the roaring ocean had taken over God’s first try to create this very world.
“Please, sit, (y/n) will help me bring out what we need.” A sigh threatened to leave (y/n) as she followed her mother into the kitchen, not daring to look back in fear that the handsome priest was still looking at her, forcing her knees to give out. (Y/n) didn’t speak a word as she kept carrying different plates and bowls filled with food out into the dining room, catching a glimpse of the man’s neck as he undid his collar, placing it down on the table with his rosary following moments later.
“Mhm, look at you pet, I should paint you, naked with just my rosary on.” Heat flushed through her as she looked up at the man. She was kneeling in front of him, naked without any clothes on to hide the body he had claimed numerous times before. His marks littered her skin, marks from his teeth, his lips, and his fingers, marks (y/n) never wanted to get rid of. “I can’t wait to feel your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, but first, you shall read to me.”
Trembling fingers grasped the bible he reached out for her to take, glassy eyes struggling to take in the words that had been printed into the thin paper. His hands began to move, slowly popping open the buttons of his black shirt, exposing his muscular upper body to her wide eyes. No air was sucked into her lungs as (y/n) averted her gaze, desperately trying to concentrate on the psalms he wanted her to read.
“Are you alright, (y/n)?” Her father’s voice ripped her out of her thoughts, trying to bite down the heat that now flushed through her. Without even trying to do so her eyes found Loki’s, the smirking man was already staring at her, as if he knew just what she had been thinking of. A small “Yes” left her before she sat down next to her mother, across from the grinning priest, whose eyes kept meeting hers like a moth drawn to any source of light.
“Why don’t you pray for us, Loki?”
……
“I didn’t take you for an early riser, (y/n).” His voice was softer than any fabric she had ever touched, eyes threatening to flutter shut to relish in the emotions he pushed through her system. She turned towards him, staring up at the priest who smirked at her, one hand holding onto a cup of coffee, the other grasping his bible. “May I?”
All (y/n) could do was nod her head, watching him sink down on the cold wood leading up to the entrance of their house. It was still early, barely any people were roaming the area, nothing but the all too familiar quietness (y/n) had learned to appreciate after being forced to prepare for bomb raids, not adjusting well to the sensory overload.
“Can I ask you something?” Her small voice broke the quietness, coaxing a hum out of the man who kept watching her, studying the woman as if he was a book written in a foreign language, needing to figure out its meaning.
“What did you do at war? Did you pray with soldiers?” He took a sip of his coffee before he placed it down, body fully turning towards (y/n). Their eyes met just like they had moments ago, forcing her to straighten her posture, not wanting him to ever avert his gaze again. She could almost feel his hands on her skin, how his thumb would stroke over her swollen lips before he’d push his digit down on her tongue, preparing her for his cock. Fuck, she needed to snap out of these daydreams of hers, quickly.
“I did, I prayed with those that were close to dying, with those in need of a guiding hand. Whoever needed a calm word, I was there for it all.” A proud smile tugged on Loki’s lips as he reminisced in the memories, making (y/n) hum in approval. She had always been intrigued by religion, by God, and by the holy book, even though she wasn’t nearly as religious as her mother. “If you want to, you could join me when I visit the church today.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude.” (Y/n) averted her gaze, eyes finding her hands, watching how she fumbled with the fabric of her dress. Before she could even catch up with his movements, the priest had softly grasped her chin, touching her as if she was the holy book itself, careful not to hurt her. He tilted her head up, forcing (y/n) to get lost in his piercing eyes.
“I’d be an honour to have you there with me, I’m sure you’d be a joy to have around for those that are still struggling as well. Please, join me, (y/n).” Her cheeks grew warmer by the second, eyes struggling to hold contact. No man had ever managed to hold such a power over her, forcing her to back down from any fight she’d gladly take on.
“It’s been a while since I’ve stepped foot into a church, if I’m honest.” Her voice wavered, teeth buried in her lower lip. His chuckles had an addictive touch to them, forcing a few soft chuckles out of (y/n).
“Well, it’s been a while for me too, love. You have nothing to worry about.”
……
(Y/n)’s eyes didn’t know where to look first, at the wounded soldiers pacing around the quiet hallways, at the altar that pictured Christ and the heavy wooden cross he had once carried, or at the white collar that was wrapped around Loki’s throat. He guided her, hand placed on her lower back, murmuring soft words to her, explaining to her who was who and how some of these people have ended up here.
“How do you know all of this? I thought you hadn’t been here since the war had started?” Both were sitting on a wooden bench, eyes focused on the cross, watching the sunlight break through the colourful glass windows. It felt as if God himself was speaking to the two, with the dancing sunrays telling a story of love, of lust, of heartbreak.
“The nuns around here mailed me enough letters to keep me updated, they told me about those that were brought here, those that died, who I should pray for with them from afar.” Her eyes were drawn to his fingers, watching his digits fumble with the beads of his rosary, focusing on the silent prayers he should speak.
“I admire that, it must have been hard to be so far away. I missed my father every day, but I can’t even begin to imagine how it must feel to miss your home, your church, and those that work with you in God’s name.” Loki’s hand found her knee, slowly stroking the fabric of her see through tights. Goosebumps rose on her skin, body trembling from the soft touch that felt as if the holy spirit itself was guiding the priest.
“It was hard, but I was surrounded by people who gave me enough strength, like your father. I owe him a lot for his kindness, and yet here I am, betraying him.” The last part of his sentence was whispered, quiet words that left (y/n) frozen, wondering what the priest was talking about. He drew his hand from her knee, finding its way back to his lap, to the rosary that dangled from his other hand.
Once again (y/n) found herself dreaming of laying close to the man, she could almost feel his soft fingertips stroking up her spine, drawing shapes into her skin as if he was writing words into the body he had claimed the night prior. God, she’d burn in the eternal fire for her sins, but (y/n) couldn’t care less about what may await her, couldn’t worry about the punishment for her sins, all she could care about was Loki, the priest she found herself longing for.
……
“You like this spot, don’t you?” His voice ripped her out of her thoughts, eyes fluttering up from her book to look at Loki. The sun was just about to go down, drenching the sky in a deep orange that left a shadow on his features, making him appear like a demon crawling from the ashes rather than a man walking with God’s grace guiding him.
“It’s so calm out here, I enjoy it more than the thin walls in our home that don’t seem to swallow whispers and conversations I’m no part of.” Slowly she closed her book, letting it rest on her lap as she kept tracing the worn out edges with her fingertips, waiting for him to move closer.
“Well, I don’t want to disturb your peace.” Priest Laufeyson turned from her, about to walk back inside, but the small “Stay, please” rolling off (y/n)’s tongue left him halting in his step, turning back towards her to sit down on the spot he had sat on this very morning.
“Can I ask you for your guidance?” All he did was nod his head, asking her to speak on without using any words for her ears to pick up. He watched her, watched how she furrowed her eyebrows, how she grazed her lower lip with her teeth, her nervousness thumped through her system, leaving (y/n) trembling.
“Is it wrong of me to want something I should have no interest in having?” (Y/n) avoided his eyes, not daring to get lost in the pupils that have seen more darkness than a woman like her could even dare to think of. His hand found hers, squeezing her palm in a comforting manner.
“It depends on what it is you desire. Tell me, what is it you so desperately want, (y/n)?” The longer he spoke, the quieter his voice grew, eyes turning darker with every word he spoke. Both knew that they were walking a dangerous line, crossing a border far deeper than the trenches the soldiers had been forced to hide in as they fought for their country, surrounded by soil so rotten and dark, no living being could escape death’s cold grasp.
“Priest Laufeyson, I-” no further word managed to roll off her tongue, nothing but a breath of air managed to leave her as their eyes met. Both moved slowly, chasing their touches even though both knew that there was no going back once their lips met. It was a slow kiss, it had something almost loving to it, allowing the two to adjust to the new sensation.
“You’re testing me, sweet thing. It feels as if God is trying to see how loyal I am to him. But how can I deny such a sweet temptation?” His words forced a soft laugh out of (y/n), pulling away from him to watch the setting sun with her racing mind. Without speaking another word, his hand found her chin, making her look at him so that he could chase her lips again. Both found themselves longing for one another, they have tasted the sweet temptation, have given into Lucifer’s call, there was no escaping from the hell they now called their home.
“(Y/n)? Is Loki with you? We are about to have dinner.” Her mother’s voice echoed through the evening, forcing them to part with wide eyes and heavy breaths ripping through them. Their lips were swollen, pupils dilated from the lust swimming in them, a sight so sinful even God would turn away from them. Loki cupped her hand, thumb swiping over her lower lip like he had done in most of her daydreams, forcing heat to pool between her thighs.
“I’ll come to your room tonight, leave your door unlocked, if you want to wait up for me.” And with one last glance thrown her way, Priest Laufeyson disappeared inside the house, leaving (y/n) behind with a confused, hazy mind.
……
“Shh, you have to be quiet pet.” His voice broke through the dark night as he pulled her into his embrace, pushing (y/n) against the now locked door of her room. Their lips found back together, eyes fluttering close to relish in one another’s touch, making them feel as if the world had stopped spinning.
“You’re the sweetest temptation He has ever sent my way, I’ll happily sin if it means getting a taste of you.” (Y/n) couldn’t stop her moans from rolling off her tongue, spurred on by his praises. No clear thought managed to break through the hazy cloud of lust filling her mind, forcing (y/n) to rely on his guidance, like a lone sheep lost from the flock He guided.
With their lips still pressed together, Loki pulled her towards her bed, pushing (y/n) down on the mattress. His knees kept pressing against the edge of the bed, allowing him to stare down on her as his slender fingers began working on his black dress shirt, falling to the ground with his collar following. (Y/n)’s eyes ranked over his naked upper body, sight caught on the cross dangling from his neck, reminding her of the daydreams that have left her heart racing and her thighs quivering.
“Take off your dress for me, let me see you.” She couldn’t stop shaking as she pulled her dress over her head, exposing her underwear to the man’s curious eyes. Almost as bare as Christ on the day of his crucifixion did (y/n) kneel for him, knees pressing into the soft blanket of hers. His fingers danced along her arms, finding the straps of her white bra to pull them down her shoulders, undoing the piece of fabric to let it fall to the ground. “Such a pretty sight, may He forgive me for tainting a pure body and soul like yours.”
“Can I touch you? Please, I want to feel you.” Her quiet whispers filled her room like a prayer spoken in an empty church, echoing through the hallways. Loki kept studying her, hand resting comfortably against her cheek and jaw before he nodded his head, stepping out of his trousers. His raven dark hair perfectly framed his features, reminding her of a demon that had crawled straight from hell, one with the darkness of its home, one with the sins it commits on a daily basis.
His hand found hers, guiding her towards his growing bulge, cock pressing against the thin fabric of his underwear. (Y/n) had her eyes focused on his hands, watching him free his cock, allowing her to marvel at him as he shot her an encouraging smile. Not once had she touched a man before, and yet (y/n) found herself grateful for the books she had read, stories no woman should ever read, and yet her curiosity had spurred her on. She trusted her instincts, softly wrapping her hands around his cock.
“Use your mouth, pet.” She hesitated for a second before her eyes fluttered up to meet his. Slowly (y/n) parted her lips, tongue stroking over his precum-bearded tip, moaning at the taste. The priest’s hand found her hair, guiding the slow bobbing motion of her head, groaning whenever she choked on his cock, too eager for her own good. Saliva dripped from her mouth, making a mess neither (y/n) nor Loki could care about.
Both knew that they were sinning, breaking a promise they have once sworn to live by, and yet sinning has never felt this good. Their bodies moulded together, perfectly complementing one another like lovers made to love, to support, to guide. An unbreakable bond started to form between these two beings who shouldn’t do the things lovers did in the dark.
“Fuck, feels like you’re holy, you’re too good for me, but I can’t get enough of you.” Loki’s words made her want to smile, struggling to move the corners of her mouth, stretched by his heavy girth. Whenever he twitched in her mouth, an unfamiliar spark was shot down her spine, making more arousal pool between thighs. Their eyes met as he jerked his hips, forcing her to claw her fingernails into his thighs, holding on as he abused her mouth.
Jesus had died for their sins, but not for sins this devilish, for acts so dark, for acts so wrong, for acts that made them both want to leave their belief behind, following the call of darkness.
“I want to fuck your mouth full of my cum, but for now I need to feel your cunt around me.” With a harsh tug (y/n) was turned around on her bed, face pressed against the covers that haven’t ever been blemished with what the priest was now doing to her. She trembled, needing to hold onto the soft fabric as her nervousness got the best of her.
This was new to her, completely new, but (y/n) trusted the man, laying her fate in his holy hands. She felt his fingertips graze the back of her thighs, pulling her soaked panties down her legs, letting the cold air lingering in her dark room clash against her dripping cunt.
“Deep breaths for me, love, I got you, let me take care of you.” A moan bubbled out of (y/n), eyes squeezed shut as she felt the tip of his cock brush through her folds, slowly spreading them. With one last shaky breath inhaled into her lungs, (y/n) forced herself to relax, allowing him to push into her cunt.!
For a few seconds neither of them dared to move, while (y/n) tried to swallow down the unfamiliar stretch, Loki had to force himself to calm down, not daring to hurt her with rough thrusts that would leave her crying and begging for him to stop. His fingers danced up and down her sides, stroking soft patterns into her skin till he felt her relax once again.
The priest started with slow thrusts, giving the both of them the chance to adjust, to get to know one another’s body. The cross dangling from his neck clashed against his front with every thrust, leaving God shaking up above, covering his eyes as one of his most trusted men went against his every law. But she was worth breaking them all, was worth the heaviest sin.
“Tell me, love, how does it feel? Talk to me.” She tilted her head to the side, warm cheek pressed against the covers to give herself enough space to speak up. Her voice trembled, just like her body, and yet her words dripped with lust, telling the priest everything he needed to know.
“So good, never stop touching me, please Loki.”
A sharp breath was inhaled into his lungs as he clicked his tongue, tightening his grip on her hips.
“That’s not how you shall address me, you know better, pet, don’t you?” His voice had an unfamiliar touch to it, leaving her heart racing and her cunt clenching around his cock. It took her a few moments to speak up, eyes squeezed shut to try and find the right words he asked her to speak.
“I’m sorry, father.” Her teeth were forced into her swollen lower lip, leaving marks he’d soon kiss with his tongue, swiping along the soft skin. A satisfied hum left him, grinning down on the woman he kept fucking with thrusts that kept growing rougher with every passing second. No longer was he holding back, no longer was he trying to be gentle with her, chasing his release.
Loki could tell that she was close, about to let go for the first time with a man around, for the first time with a cock buried inside her tightness. (Y/n) had to force herself to remain quiet, not daring to wake her parents, not daring to let them in on the secret that would lay heavy on their hearts.
„You can let go, give in, love.” With another moan leaving her, (y/n) gave in, eyes rolling back into her head, hands tightening their grip on the covers. He fucked her through her high, leaving marks on her as he kept holding on, pulling out of her to release himself on her behind and thighs.
“Here, let me clean you up.” Loki let go of her, moving slowly to reach for some tissues, gently cleaning her up. No words were spoken, guided by their tiredness. She turned towards the grinning priest, chuckling as his lips met hers in a soft kiss. With his hand cupping her cheek, he looked down on her for a few more seconds before he let go of her, “This has to be our sinful secret, I’ll expect you in the confessional tomorrow morning, love.”
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lokisgoodgirl · 8 months
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Mischievous Creatures [Brodinsons]
Part of the Brother Collection A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: A grumpy Loki is forced to pet-sit by Thor, and an unexpected friendship blossoms. (w/c 1.8k) Warnings: Fluffy bro-stuff. Generic dog description, runs on the small side. Mild peril.
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Loki grimaced, gritting his teeth. His eyes squeezed shut while a hand flew up against the assault of intrusive sunlight. “Brother,” he hissed, groaning against the pillow. “Must you continually be such a harbinger of accursed agitation upon my-”
“-Ahhhhh!”
Thor released an infuriatingly cheerful sigh. His arms were spread, holding the curtains wide. “Tis’ a joyus day in this realm, brother. Can you smell it?”
Loki frowned, squinting towards the silhouette. “The window is closed, you cretin.”
Thor chuckled. “One does not require an open window to smell joy, brother. Indeed, it is all around.” He turned, the aura of confidence in that garish smile making Loki’s blood run cold. “Some may say...in this very apartment.”
Loki’s frown deepened. It was always concerning when his brother attempted to be coy. “What?!” he barked, suddenly aware of how dry his throat was. Truly, had the monstrosity of muscle woken him before nine? “We have a guest,” Thor cheered, “and I require my brother’s aid.” He paced several strides to the bed, swinging crotch coming alarmingly close to Loki’s face. Two meaty hands rested on his hips, fingers drumming lightly against thick sweats. He swayed back and forth expectantly. This was not a sight Loki wished to see before breakfast.
He pulled the duvet over his head, muttering curses before the sheet was ripped from his grasp. He stiffened, an unexpected chill making his body clench while his brother’s laugh ripped through the air. “Come, they’re waiting,” was all he managed to say, before there was a loud yelp from the living room.
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“So this is a dog?”
Loki observed the creature with suspicion as it snuffled against the hardwood floor.
It had been going about its business for around twenty seconds now, paying no reverence or respect to the legendary beings in its presence. Loki’s scepticism grew. He was suddenly glad he’d worn his leathers. “Yes! And I broke up some biscuits your lady gave me on the floor for it to seek while I roused you. Charming, isn’t it?” Thor spoke quickly, and with an undeniable awe. The dog looked up expectantly, tail quivering. “I have no lady,” Loki griped, casting his gaze around the living room. A cushion from the immaculately arranged sofa had been rudely upended to the floor. Loki's eyes narrowed as Thor made his way obliviously to the breakfast bar. “Be that as it may,” the blonde said brightly, “this is the companion she speaks so often of.” Loki watched as the small creature trotted to Thor’s feet, looking up at him. Its tail was doing that thing again. “This is the rival for my affections which takes up so much of her time? I’m insulted,” he muttered. The dog’s paws tippy-tapped from side to side, impatient for whatever was in the bag Thor had begun rustling. Against his better judgement, Loki felt the side of his mouth twitch. He cleared his throat. “So. Why is it here, and what are we supposed to do with it?”
Thor scoffed, shaking his head with a smile.
Loki didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all.
“Your lady- apologies, not your lady; has been called on an unexpected mission, shouldn’t take long – usual sort of thing." Thor glanced to his brother, glee in his eyes before bending forward with his hands on his knees. "I volunteered to ensure the safety of this treasure of the realm in her absence. Yes I did! Didn’t I?! Yes I did!” The pitch of Thor’s voice traced higher with every syllable. Loki was horrified. It descended into mumbling saccharine inanities at the excitable being shuffling below him, which let out a small a-woo. “‘Treasure of the realm’, please...” Loki scathed as he sidled over to the sofa. He had been sure to give the unfamiliar being a wide berth. Who knew what it’s intentions were. It was, after all, a stranger.
His breath hitched as it suddenly looked in his direction, the flash of a tiny pink tongue taking him by surprise.
He had the sudden urge to call to it, to feel the rest of it’s delicate triangular face in his hands. Perhaps, even, to stroke it. He thought it might feel soothing.
With unnecessary gravitas, Thor produced a beleaguered looking plush animal from a small bag resting on the counter. It was pink and mint and blue; splotches dotted on a crusted physique. Loki thought it had seen a few battles of its own.
“Oh for heavens sake, what is that?” he groused as Thor began to shake it aimlessly in the air. The dog leapt up on it’s back legs, dancing excitedly. “Tis a llama, brother,” Thor chided with authority, “obviously.” “A llama?” Loki frowned. Thor shrugged. “I know not. But that is how your lady referred to it. The little thing is rather attached to it, apparently. I thought it best not to question further.”
Both brothers nodded in silent understanding while the creature began to chirp, bouncing in comical circles. Its front paws waved in the air, the soft underbelly looking undeniably tender and scritchable. “Well... throw it then,” Loki huffed with feigned impatience. He rested his chin on his palm. He would admit, reluctantly, that he was beginning to mildly enjoy this. In a ridiculous sort of way. Thor’s eyebrows rose. “Excellent idea, brother” he said, before lobbing the llama forth at full force across the room. Loki’s eyes widened. “Brother, no-” The dog followed its lightening fast arc, legs sliding out behind it on the floor in haste. Loki braced against the arm of the sofa as the plasterboard-covered wall exploded with an almighty crack. The stuffed toy may as well have been a cannonball. A huge mist of dust immediately flooded the living room, chunks falling from the wall.
“Protect the small thing,” Thor bellowed.
Without hesitation, Loki sprung from the sofa, caging the little dog in mid-pursuit beneath his torso. Debris hit him like a wave, white mass covering dark curls falling around his face. There was a frightened whimper beneath him, something solid smacking against his thighs with a heavy thump. His heart was thundering as the carnage settled. She will never forgive me, Loki thought with horror. He peered between his forearms to the dark cave his body had created.
There was silence.
“Does it live, brother?” Thor rasped, his choking voice panicked. Loki registered pacing footsteps hovering around him in a cloud of dust, regretful muttering and coughing peppering the air. His stomach dropped.
He could barely bring himself to look. So fragile, these mortals. Their familiars even more so, surely. Suddenly, something moist and round surfaced from the darkness and poked him straight in the eye.
“Gargh!” Loki spluttered, before the breath was stolen from him. He fell forward, forehead hitting the floor while an agile tongue delved deep into one exposed nostril. An assassin, after all. Loki rolled to the side, freeing the wild creature. “It lives!” Thor whooped ecstatically. But the moment was lost on Loki.
The ball of fur and limbs and squiggling was upon him, crawling like a demon of Muspelheim across his person. The thing was liquid. It placed its front legs on his chest, perfecting a position of strength while a deceptively long tongue continued the assault of his face. “Desist!” he spluttered, searching for purchase on its lithe, fluff-laden frame. And yet, the incorrigible creature could not be swayed.
The softness of the bacon-like protrusion tickled violently, but somehow...Loki found himself unable to catch his breath from the laughter shaking his chest. It ravaged his cheeks, his mouth, his nostrils - all in whirling succession with no obvious tactical rhythm. “Brother, make it stop-” Loki gasped unconvincingly, hooking his thumbs beneath the dog’s little underarms. His laughter, Loki surmised, acted only to encourage the creature. And yet, he could not collect himself. “Alas, brother I must attempt to retrieve the valiant llama from the rubble,” Thor chuckled, biting his lip at his sibling strewn across the floor. With a resolute grunt, Loki hoisted the creature in the air above him. It squirmed, wriggling all four legs erratically. Its rotund bottom was positively vibrating with excitement. “Look, brother...it flies,” Loki grinned. The dog’s mouth was open in a smile, aimless tongue licking the air. Still in search of his skin no doubt. The god sat up, drawing the squiggling bundle to his chest. It settled, the cup of his hand under its rear and the other snug to its barrelled chest seeming to calm it. Loki smoothed its whiskers, brushing a crumb of plasterboard from the tufts of its snout. He searched its eyes, deep brown pools bubbling and sparkling with life. And with mischief, he thought. Loki smiled. Without knowing why, he placed a tentative kiss on its upturned nose. It was fresh, and cool. The richest black. And somehow, Loki knew those were good things.
The dog’s tongue flicked out once more; a soft, solitary lick to the tip of his own nose reciprocating the sentiment. He felt unfamiliar warmth blossom in his belly, drawing the precious bundle closer to his chest. “I am glad you are well, friend” he murmured. “I can only apologise for my oaf of a-” “-brother! Success!” Thor cheered, holding the resurrected llama aloft like a battle trophy. If it looked beleaguered before, now it was tragic. The plushie was completely white, stuffing protruding from its head like a fatal war wound. He paced victoriously across the floor, holding it out to the dog nestled in his brother’s arms. Loki could swear the creature rolled its eyes.
“Do not presume to return its prize possession in such a vile state, brother,” Loki hissed. He dropped his gaze to the bright eyes gazing lovingly into his own. “Never fear small thing, Uncle Loki shall amend this abomination.” he cooed. Circling a finger, Loki enjoyed the perk of the dog's ears as the llama glowed green. In moments, its garish pastel glory was restored. “The crusted biological coating is gone too, brother…” Thor mumbled sceptically, inspecting it. “Was that important?” Loki jiggled the squishy package in his arms. Its front paws bounced. “Methinks that was enthusiasm from historical play; perhaps we should begin to restore it,” he chuckled, as the dog began to squirm with excitement once again. Loki tickled its belly. Thor frowned. “Do not get too attached, brother” he warned, “remember that this one is claimed. And by whom.” Loki rolled his eyes. “I am aware of that, brother” he snarked, before bending to carefully lower all four paws to the ground. He straightened. “But clearly the creature and I have an affinity. It cannot be denied.” Thor folded his arms, and Loki did the same. They watched in silence as the fluffy tornado fell upon the llama, beginning to prance in a parading circle around them. It dotted easily between the chunks of plasterboard, the plushie snug within tiny jaws.
Thor cleared his throat. “It is my belief” he began knowledgeably, “that the creatures have developed ways to trick mortals in favouring them. They are provided shelter, comfort, snacks and the like in return for being…” he gestured open handed to the floor, “thus.” Two sets of eyes assessed the inexplicable sight before them, rolling on its back with four wriggling paws flapping at strange angles. “Is that so…” Loki mused, smile widening as he lowered to his haunches. The dog flipped to stand, nails scratching against the floor in a race to meet him. That little bottom shifted side to side, overcome with indescribable joy at their friend’s return to the lower level. The llama bonked against Loki's knee, a helicopter-esque tail making his heart soar.
He gripped the llama’s sides, tugging gently before pulling it flush against his chest. The cheeky growl in the dog’s throat made him chuckle as he pressed a soft kiss to its forehead. “How mischievous,” he whispered, smiling conspiratorially against the tousled fur.
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talesofesther · 4 months
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tangle me in all your broken pieces (and watch me stay) | ch 3
Loki x Reader
Series Summary: An Asgardian god has just threatened your planet and you were called in to provide a little help. What you didn't expect was to develop a strange soft spot for said god, who hid more pain behind his cold facade than you thought possible.
A/N: This story is already occupying a very special place in my heart.
Word count: 4,2k
Masterlist | Read ch 2 here
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You arrived at Stark Tower a little before noon. The quinjet landed on top of the building and you were once again relieved to be stepping out of it. The ride back had somehow been even worse than the one before, as there was a heavy shadow looming in the air.
Loki had been quiet since he'd stepped back in the jet after the meeting with Odin, his eyes always downcast, fixed on his cuffed hands. You couldn't blame him—even though it felt foreign to see him so… broken, compared to the confident god you first saw being escorted to his cage a couple of days ago—you could only imagine how bare he must be feeling without his powers.
You walked out of the jet and followed Tony inside the top floor of his tower, trying to ignore the weight of a certain stare on your back. Sometimes you forgot just how much money Tony had, being here was a good reminder. Floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked all of New York allowed the sunlight to shine on the plush, velvety burgundy couches, the marble walls, the exaggerated chandelier, and the fancy built-in bar. You certainly won't mind living here, it was quite a step up from your humble apartment.
"I'll arrange for someone to go pick up your stuff from your apartment," Tony spoke, glancing at you over his shoulder, "do you want to go with or wait here?"
"I can wait here," you shrugged, "As long as they bring all my clothes, my laptop, and my cat."
Tony stopped in his tracks and waited for you to reach his side. He narrowed his eyes, "So we're having an actual cat too?"
You opened and closed your mouth, "Uh- I can't leave her alone in my apartment for so long, Tony."
The billionaire hummed halfheartedly, resuming his path toward the elevator at the far end of the room. "No scratch marks on my furniture, please."
"Me and Thor will have to hang back for now," Fury called, walking up to the built-in bar and pouring himself a drink, "I assume you have it handled from here?" He raised an eyebrow at both you and Tony.
"Yes, darling," Tony answered with a smile and pressed the button for the elevator. He whistled and gestured with a hand for Loki, "Come on, reindeer games, you're with us."
Thor let go of where he had been holding Loki by the arm, "I'll see you later, brother." Not waiting for an answer, he threw a smile your way and joined Fury, already asking about the drink in the director's hand.
Loki approached you with staggered steps, huffing out a sigh when he stopped beside you. He still had those same traces of anger lingering on his features; lips drawn into a line, eyes just a tad narrowed, shoulders tense.
The elevator arrived with a ding and you, Tony, and Loki stepped in; with Loki in the middle.
Your hands were clammy, you brushed them on your black jeans to try and chase the feeling away. You didn't know why you were so nervous, this had been your idea, after all. Maybe it was because you could feel all that tension flowing off of Loki—with him standing so close to you, his shoulder mere inches away from touching yours.
The ride down a few floors was agonizingly slow, with only the low humming of the elevator as it moved.
You cleared your throat and broke the uncomfortable silence. "Tony," you called, leaning just a tad forward so you could see him past Loki. You showed him your wrist and wiggled it, raising your eyebrows pointedly.
A deep frown etched itself into Tony's features until his eyes lit up when he understood what you meant. "Oh, right." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a thin, black bracelet with an even thinner strip of soft green light around it. "Because we are civilized," he began, turning to Loki. "I took the liberty of making you this." He raised the bracelet in front of the god, who looked wholly unimpressed.
Unceremoniously, Tony reached for one of Loki's wrists and clasped the bracelet on him. It closed comfortably yet forcefully, it wasn't coming off anytime soon. Once it was secured, he finally removed the uncomfortable handcuffs Loki was still wearing.
A grimace appeared on Loki's face, he rubbed his wrists as soon as they were free. You winced as you caught sight of the reddish skin from where the cuffs had been pressuring. He then turned the single wrist that now styled the new device, observing it closely with a small frown.
Loki chuckled; "You can't expect this little thing to keep me here."
"I can, actually," Tony explained, gesturing to Loki's bracelet, "This little thing has a tracker and if you try to leave this tower when you're not supposed to, or try to take it off, we will know pretty much immediately." His smile was proud and just a tad mocking.
A scoff went past Loki's lips. "Lovely," he mumbled.
"I would really like it if you did try to escape, by the way," Tony suggested, rather animatedly, "Gives me an excuse to test my new security system." There was a sly smirk on his lips, he shrugged, "You'd probably survive."
"Tony! Come on," you groaned, shooting him a glare.
The billionaire rolled his eyes; "I'm kidding, relax."
The elevator finally arrived at what would be your new home. A whole floor exclusively for you and Loki—it had been your request, you figured it would be more peaceful this way and you knew Tony had the means and space to make it happen. As the doors slid open the first thing you noticed was the living room, it was big, spacious, and had a massive burgundy couch with a huge TV in front of it; on one side of the living room was your own set of floor-to-ceiling windows along with the double doors that led to the balcony, on the other side was the kitchen, an open concept adjacent to the living room; further into the room were two doors, one beside the other, which you assumed were the bedrooms. Everything had a beautiful modern look and exuded luxury, the least you'd expect from something Tony built.
"Right, I'm dropping you two off here and heading down to the lab," Tony clasped his hands together, then turned to you; "Your room is the one on the right, I'll ask them to drop your things there."
You opened your mouth to speak, but Tony beat you to it; "And the cat, yes."
You stepped out of the elevator and a moment later Loki begrudgingly followed. The god didn't wait for you or spared Tony another glance before walking into the living room, taking in the place, his fingers tracing the velvet of the couch as he looked around.
"Thank you, Tony." You watched Loki for a beat longer before turning back to your friend. "Truly." You smiled softly.
A sigh escaped Tony's lips, his eyes darting to Loki, "Hope he's worth all this drama." Settling his attention back on you, he raised a finger, taking on a serious tone, "If you need anything, if he does anything, you call me, understand?"
"Yes," you reassured him, burying your hands in the pockets of your cardigan. "I will, don't worry."
With that, Tony bid you goodbye for now, and you were left alone with Loki. A soft breeze came in through the open windows, sending a shiver down your spine. Everything had happened so fast, one moment Fury was dragging you out of your apartment to help stop a god who wanted to rule over your planet, and now here you were, being roommates with said god. A quiet chuckle fell past your lips. What are the odds?
"You have a strange kind of courage."
Loki's voice rang through the quiet room, capturing your attention and urging you to turn around and face him. Once you locked eyes, you raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking that he elaborate.
"Or should I say… stupidity," A devilish smirk came to Loki's features, and he took slow and calculated steps toward you. "Locking yourself here, alone, with me." His voice grew huskier, lower. His bright eyes roamed up and down your body, until he was close enough that you could nearly feel his breath on your lips. "Oh, the things I could do to you," he whispered, the daunting tilt of his lips ever-present.
You held the silence for a moment longer, doing your best not to avoid his gaze. You knew what he was trying to do; he wanted to intimidate you, make you feel vulnerable and small. Just as he was feeling right now.
"Aren't we past the bluffing already?" You mimicked his smirk. You could tell he was caught by surprise when his eyebrows knitted together in a confused frown. A quiet laugh escaped you and you rolled your eyes. "Come on, let's go see your room." You didn't wait for an answer before walking around him and towards the two doors at the back.
You turned the door handle that led to what would be Loki's bedroom. It was pretty simple and bare, still. There was a double bed against the wall, a dresser, a desk in front of huge double windows, two bedside tables on each side of the bed with a lamp on one of them, a bookcase without any books, and another door that you assumed led to a bathroom.
"It's cozy," you mused, "Give it a little personal touch it'll soon feel like home, right?" You turned to look at Loki, who had made his way to you and was analyzing the room with narrowed eyes.
Instead of entertaining your attempt at banter, he said instead; "you don't want to challenge me, mortal."
You threw your hands in the air, "Oh my god, when did I ever challenge you?" You asked exasperatedly, losing the remains of patience you had. "Is this all you know how to do? Threaten the people who want to help you?"
"Help me?" Loki all but growled, "Because of you I'm stranded on this pathetic planet, and my magic has been taken from me." He spat the words with clenched fists, towering over you, "Don't think for one minute that I've forgotten how you've messed with my mind, just wait until I've-"
"Because of me you are not rotting in a dungeon forever," you raised your voice to match his tone, shoving a finger at his chest, "Because of me you're free from the people who fucking tortured you."
Loki blinked multiple times as soon as the words left your mouth, almost as if you'd slapped him. His lips hovered open yet he didn't speak.
You softened when you caught the flash of hurt in his eyes as the memories undoubtedly came back to the surface. You closed your eyes, breathed in, and opened them again. "Believe it or not, I actually meant it when I said I only wanted to help you."
A half-hearted scoff went past his lips and he shook his head. "And why would you ever do that? Surely not from the goodness of your heart." For the first time, his voice held something other than anger, you just couldn't pinpoint what it was. "What is it that you're after?"
You shrugged as a melancholic smile graced your lips. It was rather sad that Loki couldn't fathom the thought of help coming without a price. "I don't know, maybe I'm just that stupid, right?" You stepped out of his bedroom, holding the door handle, "I'll be outside if you need me." With that you closed the door, leaving Loki alone in his room.
For several moments he simply stood there, eyes fixed on the plain wood of the door. Then a shaky breath went past his lips, and his shoulders sagged; all anger washed away, leaving room only for sorrow. Slowly, reality finally started to down on him. Loki turned around in the spot, gaze roaming over his new chambers. From out the window, he could see the never-sleeping city of New York, the world he once wished to take over; it felt like so long ago already, a far-fetched attempt at filling the gaping hole left in his chest from empty promises.
A sharp sting of pain suddenly pierced his back, going down his spine as he stretched. He winced, rubbing the sore spot. Telltales of his captor, the one you'd freed his mind from.
You. Why would you do what you did? What could you possibly gain by trying to help him?
You confused him, a mystery ever since Loki first laid eyes on you, one he was yet to uncover. The fact that you had been able to pry into his mind so easily, see glimpses of his misfortunes, made him feel uneasy. And from all the things he assumes you could've done, you chose to cut The Other's hold of him, and nothing more.
Loki would never admit to the relief it had been, almost as if plucking out an arrow that had been piercing his skin and making him bleed. He refrained from dwelling on the matter for now, especially if you'd insist that you wanted nothing from him—unlikely.
He took one step forward, and then another, and one more. And his vision grew blurry. He opened his mouth only for a choked sob to stumble out. He'd never felt this bare, this defenseless, this vulnerable.
Loki raised his hands, fingers trembling. He tried to bring all his energy to his fingertips, gritting his teeth as his tears fell past the bottom lid of his eyes and dropped to the floor beneath his feet. Nothing. Not even a single spark of green.
Loki's knees hit the floor. He brought his arms around himself. His whole life, living amongst kings and warriors, his seiðr was all he had. And now, he doesn't know who he is without it.
He wanted to blame you. He so desperately wanted to lay the blame on you for losing his powers, for his exile on earth. Alas, it was a weak attempt. A lie that would do him no good in the end.
Several minutes went by with Loki kneeling on the floor of his bedroom, fading into the background like many times before. And like many times before, he eventually picked himself back up, drying his own tears with the back of his sleeve, and taking deep breaths to calm his bruised heart.
Loki made a beeline for the bathroom, maybe a warm shower would do him some good.
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You were sitting on the kitchen counter when Loki finally left his bedroom again. Tony had already gotten Happy to bring most of your things from your apartment, your cat included. The fluffy ball of grey fur lay beside you as your fingers mindlessly scratched behind her ears, making her purr contently.
The sound of a door closing made you look up from your cell phone. Loki approached you as if he were a stray cat seeing a human for the first time—you briefly wondered just how long it would take him to feel comfortable here. His hair was damp, falling just a little past his shoulders in shiny raven curls; he still wore the same clothes from before and you made a mental note to ask that Tony arrange more clothes for him.
"Hey," you greeted gently with a small smile, "Did you calm down?"
Loki gave you an unamused glare before averting his gaze to the windows on the other side. "No," he mumbled just for the sake of it.
"I'm ordering a bit of a late lunch," you wiggled your phone even though he wasn't looking at you, "Would you like something?"
Slowly, Loki's eyes trailed back to you. He said nothing as he momentarily held your gaze, before focusing on the cat laying beside you. A rather adorable frown came to his features then.
You noticed. "Loki, this is Rain," you introduced, gesturing to the cat. "Rain, that's Loki," then gestured to the god, "He's gonna be our new roomie."
"That's a strange name for a cat," Loki commented, taking half a step closer to you.
You simply shrugged, "It was raining pretty hard the day I found her on the street, it seemed fitting." A beat of silence passed. "You… can pet her if you want, she's friendly," you suggested timidly, pursing your lips as you looked at him.
Loki's eyes shot back to your face, his stern gaze returning. "No."
You sighed and pushed yourself off the counter, much to Rain's dismay, "Okay, listen, whether you like it or not, this is gonna be your life for the foreseeable future, yeah?" You kept your voice as gentle as you could, "So can we try not to make each day feel more miserable than the last? I mean, you have to admit that this is better than whatever dungeon they were going to throw you in." With a tentative smile, you gestured widely to the whole floor that now belonged to both of you.
Loki kept silent, his jaw set tightly in place.
At last, you admitted defeat and accepted the fact that chit-chat would not be a thing. You groaned; "Just- do you want lunch or not?"
"Of course I want lunch," Loki snapped, "I haven't eaten in nearly two days."
Immediately, your eyes went wide with shock, "You haven't-" You hesitated, "What do you mean you haven't eaten in two days? Didn't they feed you back at the Helicarrier?"
It was a fraction of a second, but you thought you saw Loki's gaze softening at your concern. "Why would they bother?" He simply asked.
You gulped, trying to conceal how this made you feel. "No wonder you're so grumpy," you mumbled in an attempt to lighten the mood. "What would you like, then?"
You quickly discovered that Loki was worse at deciding what to eat than you were. For today you settled for pizza, not exactly healthy, but simple and tasty enough. When it arrived, Loki took his slices and promptly locked himself back in his room. Living with him certainly would be an experience; taking him out to connect with your world, that would be a challenge.
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It almost felt like floating. For a moment, he was almost at peace as he fell, and fell, and fell. And then he was alone, wandering through uncharted, hostile lands. Each day was a battle just to keep breathing, to keep walking. His body was weak and giving up on him when he was found, and then, his voice started fading with each of the screams that no one cared to listen to. His skin burned, ripped open, and healed. Only to go through it again, and again. Until all fight was snuffed out of him.
"You will long for something as sweet as pain."
Loki woke up with a start, sitting up on his bed so quickly that a thousand stars danced in his vision. His breathing came out in desperate huffs of air, making his lungs sting and not nearly enough to calm his thundering heart.
He looked around frantically, feeling his lower lip wobble and his cheeks dampening when he didn't recognize his surroundings immediately. Clutching the sheets to ground himself, Loki closed his eyes and did the breathing exercise he taught himself. Slowly, the fog cleared, yet only a little. And when he opened his eyes again, he remembered why he was in this bedroom.
With a long sigh going past his lips, Loki buried his head in his hands, nails clawing at the root of his hair. He could feel his clothes clinging to his body because of the cold sweat.
He couldn't stay here. He needed to get out.
The floor felt cold against his bare feet, it grounded him to reality. Gulping down a lump in his throat, Loki took staggered steps to his door, reaching the handle with an unsteady hand.
They couldn't keep him here forever, they couldn't expect a damn fancy bracelet to keep him from leaving. He'd break it, cut it off if he had to.
The walls around him were suffocating, closing in on him as he stumbled into the living room. It was so dark, nothing but a void of pitch black with even darker shadows shaping the outlines of the furniture around him. Who was to say no harm would reach him here?
A pathetic whimper fell past his lips, tears clouded his vision. He had to get out. He had to escape. He had to-
"Are you okay?"
Loki halted in his steps. His hand gripping tightly onto the back of the couch.
Quiet. The night suddenly became so quiet. The walls were far away now, he realized. There was a cold breeze coming in through the open doors of the balcony, and a single dim orange light coming from the kitchen beside him, chasing away the darkness. Loki could breathe again.
He took several deep breaths and felt the relief in his lungs. Slowly, he turned his gaze to the right, to where the soft light and the sweet voice came from.
You were standing in the middle of the kitchen, holding a steamy mug between both your hands and looking at him with eyes just a tad too wide. You were dressed in a purple hoodie with black sweatpants. This was the first time Loki had seen you wearing anything that wasn't black, he noted.
A small frown came to your features and you took a single step closer, "Is everything okay?" You repeated when he didn't answer you.
"Yes," Loki mumbled, pointedly avoiding your eyes. "Just needed a bit of air."
You nodded in understanding, taking a small sip of your tea. If you felt the troubles inside his mind, you didn't show it.
It was… strange, how your voice was able to pull him from the depths of his own mind. Loki forced himself not to dwell too much on it. You had successfully distracted him, that's all.
He straightened his posture, feeling a little self-conscious for being witnessed in such a state. "Don't you sleep?" He raised a brow at you, praying you wouldn't notice the rawness of his voice.
You tapped your mug. Your gaze on him was unwavering, almost as if you could see into his very soul. Loki shifted his stance; not for the first time, he felt way too bare before you.
"I could ask the same of you." You walked closer, and then past him, heading towards the balcony.
Loki followed. Thoughts of escaping long forgotten. You intrigued him.
The air outside was colder than the floor beneath his feet. From this high up in the tower, the wind was almost howling. New York looked like nothing but a sea of blinking lights.
You leaned on the railing, mug in hand as you looked down at the city. Loki approached slowly, warily, until he stood beside you.
"Sometimes, even if I don't want to, I can feel… whispers of people's feelings," you continued, voice quiet amidst the wind. "The nights are calmer," You closed your eyes, breathing in deeply, "Quieter. Sometimes I like to enjoy the silence."
For a long moment, Loki said nothing. He blinked lazily as he mulled over your words. He'd be lying if he said your abilities didn't fascinate him. And then, he remembered, and his breathing stumbled again.
He had to know.
"How-" Loki hesitated. He focused down on his hand, on the faint scars on the back of it. "How did you know?" It was nothing but a breath, as if he didn't have the guts to speak louder tonight.
You turned to him, cocking your head to the side.
Loki pursed his lips. "How did you know… My mind was…" He cursed under his breath when the words got stuck and tangled in his tongue.
"I felt it." You told him simply, your voice as soft as satin. "When they first brought you in, I- I felt this… heaviness, like something wasn't quite right…"
Loki chanced a single glance towards you, only to find your eyes already focused on him. They were shining under the moonlight, "Like it was hurting you."
You spoke as if it was a secret, one you weren't sure was yours to keep.
Loki sneered. He avoided your gaze promptly, knuckles turning white with the force he gripped onto the railings.
"You're ridiculous," the words fell past Loki's lips before he could stop them. They were all he had to protect himself. "Why would you ever go against your peers to help someone like me? When I've threatened your life and killed your kind?" Yet now, he didn't know if he was saying them to mock you, or to punish himself.
"I don't believe you're truly bad," You confessed without an ounce of doubt or anger, voice steady and gentle as the cold wind.
Loki's gaze found yours again, and he couldn't recall if anyone had ever looked at him the way that you do.
Your smile didn't hold happiness; "You have sad eyes."
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Ch 4 coming soon.
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ashdreams2023 · 3 months
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Hiya xx it’s chronic pain anon again! I was wondering if you could write a smutty Loki one shot where readers hips/knees start hurting half way through and it’s just them talking it through and adjusting (bonus points if it’s a bit giggly and fluffy) and I’m a sucker for hand holding xx (expect me to constantly be here requesting very self indulgent one shots) I love your work xx ✨✨
Finally got to yours! And you’re always welcome to request as much as you want!
Tw: nsfw (not exactly detailed but ya know)
Slow down
You laughed softly as you dragged him to your room, away from the noise and everyone, his breathing was loud and in your ear.
"Kiss me" you breathed then gasped when he lifted you off the ground and pressed you against the wall, not too rough because he knows your body’s limit.
He kissed you hungrily, his nails digging into your soft flesh, enjoying your shallow breathing when he breaks the kiss and sight of your puffy lips.
You warped your arms around his neck and let him carry you to the bed, where he pulled off your clothes and pampered your face with kisses.
"Loki" you squirmed between kisses but he only chuckled and continued loving your every inch until he was sure you were ready to take him.
Your mouth fell open when he slide his impressive size inside of you, you felt so full.
"Perfection" He groaned moving his hips, he gripped the sheet underneath your head and thrusted deep inside of you.
You moaned uncontrollably but clung to him in hopes it would feel better, but after a couple more thrusts your hips were starting to feel sore and your knees hurt from being in the same position for long.
"Loki…slow down" you shifted uncomfortably and tapped his shoulder, he stopped immediately and looked down at you then pulled out "No no! I like it but…my hips it’s just um…I’m sorry"
Loki shook his head and intertwined your fingers together then kissed your flushed cheeks "No I’m sorry, I didn’t take a hold of myself"
"Please don’t stop" you looked at him with big needy eyes.
"I won’t as long as you can take it"
"I can! I’ll try my best, I promise" with that he kissed your lips once again and slide down one of his hand between your legs and enter two fingers inside, pumping them out and in.
Your back arched and Loki sucked on your neck leaving pretty and dark marks on your skin "that’s it, that’s my dove" you moaned breathlessly "I can follow your pace all night"
His lips never left your skin, they were always touching you, he rubbed your sides and loosened the pressure on your joints as he entered again.
This time taking it slow and keeping his gaze on you, making sure you’re not in any pain or major discomfort.
Fair to say you did enjoy yourself, even with a little soreness but Loki took care of it too, he always took care of you, and don’t make yourself feel bad about, seeing you happy makes him happy.
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lindsey-laufeyson · 4 months
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Saying Goodbye
Tom Hiddleston x wife!reader oneshot
Your husband just finished filming season 2 of Loki, thus concluding his long journey as the God of Mischief, but as a stunt double for The Marvels, you’re stuck doing a reshoot on the night of the wrap party when all you want to do is be there for him.
Warnings: angst, fluff
A/N: After watching the Loki finale, as well as Tom’s interview on Jimmy Fallon, I guess I wrote this to process my own grief (and be a little self indulgent)…
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When you walked into the wrap party, you spotted your husband immediately, talking to Ke Huy Quan across the room by the bar. Tom’s dyed black curls were slightly disheveled and he was gesturing wildly with his hands, clearly very passionate about whatever the topic of conversation was. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you watched him, until you were pulled from your thoughts by a familiar voice.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Owen Wilson greeted you, pulling you in for a hug. “Glad you could make it!”
“And just in time, evidently,” you added as you pulled out of the hug. “Is he doing any better?”
Owen shook his head and sighed. “He’s not doing any worse, I can say that much.”
The two of you walked over to Tom and Ke, and you slid your arm around Tom’s slender waist. “Sorry to interrupt,” you told them both.
Tom’s eyes lit up when he saw you. “Darling! You made it!” he said excitedly, standing up from his seat at the bar and quickly giving you a hug and kiss before addressing the entire room. “Y/n Hiddleston, everybody!” he shouted, pointing at you as if you were the big surprise guest for the night. Everyone played along and cheered while you waved bashfully at them all before turning back to Tom.
“How are you doing, my love?” you asked him, concerned, as you cupped his face in your hand.
“I’m wonderful,” he assured you. “Why?”
You glanced at Owen apprehensively. “Owen said you were sort of… spiraling.”
“What?” Tom looked at Owen confused. “You said I was spiraling?”
“You’ve been spiraling a little,” Owen said quietly from behind you. You and Ke proceeded to watch the two men bicker back and forth.
“I think I’d know if I was spiraling.”
“I mean, it’s a subtle spiral, but a spiral all the same.”
“Is there even such a thing as a subtle spiral?
“So you’re admitting that it’s not subtle. Good!”
“No, I’m saying there was no spiral to begin with.”
“Oh my god! If either of you say the word spiral one more time, I’m going to start spiraling,” you shouted abruptly.
“I promise you, darling, I’m fine. Really.” Tom attempted to reassure you as he pulled you close to him. You looked over your shoulder at Owen briefly who held up his hands in defeat.
“Alright,” you conceded, before turning to Ke. “I’m so sorry, Ke! I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation.”
“It’s okay,” Ke said cheerfully. “Tom was just telling me about how I shouldn’t get too attached to anything because everything ends eventually.” You and Owen both gave Tom a look.
Tom chuckled nervously and then clapped his hands together. “Shots anyone?” he asked, as he turned to the bartender. “Another round of Loki shots, please! And add one more for my beautiful wife!”
“No need,” Owen called after the bartender. “She can just have mine!”
“Oh no, I’m good. I’m driving,” you chimed in, shooting a glare at Owen.
“That’s fine. I’ll just have both of theirs,” Tom said nonchalantly.
You quickly stepped between Tom and the bar. “Hey, maybe we should forget the shots and have a little fun of our own at home.” You gave him a playful wink, hoping to distract him.
“But you just got here,” he protested. “Please, let’s stay for a while and celebrate the end!”
The way he said ‘celebrate the end’ sounded excited and happy, but you could tell it was forced. Still, it was his night tonight (though he would never accept it if you told him that), and you didn’t want to be the one to spoil it, so you obliged.
You, Tom, Owen, and the rest of the ‘Loki’ cast and crew spent the next couple of hours laughing, dancing, and sharing stories (most of which ended up being about Tom), and it seemed like maybe Tom was handling things better than you had originally thought. There was a moment when he reprised his rendition of ‘Very Full’ from the first season of the show, and you thought for a moment, during the slower part of the song, that he was finally letting his feelings to the surface, but as the song picked up again, so did his demeanor. It wasn’t until people started to say their goodbyes for the night, that you really began to see his happy exterior fade.
“I think it’s time to call it, boss,” Owen said to Tom as the last few cast members departed, leaving only the three of you along with a couple of closing staff in the venue rented out for the night’s festivities.
“I suppose so,” Tom agreed with a sad smile.
“We’re still on for lunch before your flight leaves tomorrow, right?” you asked Owen as he hugged you and Tom goodbye.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” he replied. And with that he left.
You then turned to your husband and held out your hand. “Come on, love. Let’s get you home.”
The two of you spent the car ride reliving the fun of the party, and were laughing as you walked in the front door of the house. As you set your purse down on the buffet in the foyer, Tom wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzled into your neck.
“Thank you for coming,” he said softly.
You placed your hands over his and swayed back and forth. “Of course, baby. But I want to ask you one more time…” You turned around to face him, putting one hand on his shoulder and the other gently cupped his face. “Are you alright? Because it’s perfectly okay to not be okay right now. You just closed a huge chapter of your life and no one expects you to just take it on the chin.”
As you said this, Tom’s eyes slowly welled up with tears as he finally let go of the mask he’d so tirelessly upheld all night. “I’ve said goodbye to Loki before, and I thought I could do it again” he began, his voice cracking slightly. “But it’s only that much harder now. He changed my life. He’s become such a deeply rooted part of me over the last 13 years. How am I expected to just move on from that?”
A tear fell down his cheek and you brushed it away with your thumb. “No one expects you to, sweetheart,” you replied in a soft, comforting tone. “You’re allowed to grieve.”
Tom squeezed his eyes shut, causing more tears to fall as he hugged you tight, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You held him there for a moment, stroking his hair while he quietly cried.
“But, Tom,” you continued, taking his face in both hands, lifting his head, and looking deep in his eyes. “Even if Loki’s on-screen journey is over, it doesn’t mean he’s gone. You said it yourself that he’s a part of you. Even if Kevin Feige never calls you up again— which, let’s be honest, is never out of the question at this point—” He let out a small chuckle. “As long as you’re around, so is he, and that’s because you put your heart and soul into that character, much like everything else that you do. It’s one of the many reasons I fell in love with you.”
Tom smiled at you through his tears before leaning down to kiss you tenderly. When your lips finally parted he leaned his forehead against yours and sighed. “Thank you, love,” he whispered.
“No, thank you Tom,” you replied, tears forming in your own eyes now. “Thank you for giving us Loki.”
One year later:
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wheredafandomat · 10 months
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Selfish kind of love
Avenger! Loki x female reader
18+ | Angsty smutty thing that you don’t plan you just continue writing and end up surprised at the end too 😂
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“Sorry, if you’ll just excuse me for a moment.” You spoke politely to your date whose name you felt rude to ask for again as you stood up from your chair.
“Of course.” He answered as you smiled curtly before making your way to the restroom before making a beeline to the exit when you were sure he was no longer looking at you. Angrily, you stormed into the alley next to the restaurant.
“Loki! Loki! I know you’re here, just show yourself.” You shouted out, furious that Loki had interrupted your date. Moments later, you felt him behind you as you quickly spun to face him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You accused, poking his chest with your finger.
“Ensuring you weren't on a date with an oddball” he answered, seemingly amused by your outrage “who I now know isn’t an oddball by the way, just very very dull.”
“Loki.” You gasped.
“He’s very boring y/n, and here I was thinking you liked your men a little more stimulating, callous.” He smirked, causing you to roll your eyes.
“Why do you even care? What does it matter to you who I date?”
“I don’t and it doesn’t.” He lied, stepping closer towards you until your bodies were pretty much touching. “I just—” he began, closing his mouth as he looked down at you, eyes traveling across the exposed skin of your neck, your chest, the beating of your heart before settling on your eyes “you look very nice tonight is all.”
“That’s it? You stalk me and my date to compliment me” you huffed “Loki just go, please.”
“Okay.” He uttered in response, both of you standing still as you looked at one another.
“Go.” You repeated, just above a whisper this time as you both continued falling into the pools of one another’s eyes.
“No.” He answered, pressing his lips to yours. You reciprocated the kiss, your lips parting as his tongue slipped past them. His hands claimed your body as he pinned you to the wall, his hand on your back softening the impact. You kissed each other messily, feverishly, barely breaking for breath as Loki pressed his hips against yours. His lips left yours, choosing to explore your neck instead as you rested your head back against the wall. You could feel him hardening as he pressed his bulge against you, lips finding yours again. His hands moved down the back of your body, squeezing your ass before they reached the back of your thighs. He pulled you up, positioning himself between your legs as he continued kissing you. His hand ventured between your thighs before you moaned, feeling his fingers slide beneath your panties before circling your clit. You were thankful you were in a dress as he continued his movements against your clit whilst sucking your tongue reminding you of all the times he had performed that same action only lower. Moments later, he was freeing his erection before guiding himself to your slick entrance and thrusting inside. You felt every ridge and every vein as he entered you deeper, filling you completely. He barely gave you time to adjust to his size before he was moving in and out of you, his cock already coated in your arousal. The back of your dress rode up a little as you moved against the wall, Loki fucking into you. He sped his movements, trying to bite down his own guttural moans as you fucked in the alley like foxes.
“I should have said before but—” he spoke, gritting his teeth as he thrusted deeper before pausing “I love you.” He finished, looking at you.
“You’re not in love with me Loki Laufeyson” you began, moving his hair out of his face “you’re in love with the version of me you get to fuck. It’s not love, it’s lust. We’ll never be more than this, back alley hookups and sneaking around.” You finished.
“You’re wrong.” He insisted, pulling out of you before thrusting deeply again making you hiss in pleasure. “I just told you I love you.” He argued, pulling out and thrusting in again.
“Fuckk.” You moaned.
“The least you could do is indulge me for a moment.”
“H-how?” You stuttered, swimming in bliss.
“Say it back, even if you don’t mean it, even if this is all we are.” He answered, circling his hips, grinding into you.
“Fine—I—ughh” you moaned, the new sensation leaving you speechless.
“Go on.” Loki smirked, still grinding into you.
“Gosh, that feels really good.” You near whimpered, Loki nodding. “I love you.” You ‘indulged him’.
“Good girl.” He grinned, fucking you with haste again.
“Fuckk—I loveee you.” You almost screamed as he kept hitting that perfect spot.
“Y/n?”
Your eyes rounded as you heard his voice, remembering you were on a date. You turned towards him apologetically.
“Fuck.” You spoke as he gasped before turning to leave. “Wait, wait.” You called after him, Loki silencing you with a kiss. “Why would you do that?” You questioned, breaking it.
“Because you don’t need him, you love me.” He smirked.
“Fuck sake” you sighed “get out of me.” You ordered, pushing Loki away as he lowered you.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to save my date.” You answered, pulling your dress down.
“Why won’t you just let this be?” Loki demanded, fixing his appearance.
“Because I can’t, we can’t.” You answered.
“Why? Why not?” He delved, holding your face in his hands. “Why won’t you just allow yourself this? Why are you so scared?” He continued to interrogate as you remained silent. “What are you so afraid of!”
“Loving you to lose you.” You exclaimed, a tear rolling down your cheek as Loki let go of you.
“Y/n.”
“You will always try to protect me, and Thor, and anyone on your team and I can’t love you if you’re going to do the sacrifice play at any given chance. I don’t want to admit that if I love you, I need you to be selfish. I need you to be alive, here, with me but that can’t happen because we’re avengers, sacrifice is what we do, survival isn’t guaranteed” you sniffled, reaching up to cup his cheek “so we can continue being this, back alleys and sneaking around but that is all. I need you to understand that. I need you to—”
“I understand” he interrupted, “but I still love you y/n” he smiled mirthlessly, wiping your tears “selfishly, wholeheartedly, forever whether or not you allow yourself to love me back.” He finished, kissing your cheek.
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The song coming from Lokis AirPods on the way home
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michelleleewise · 1 year
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Eternity
Pairing: Vampire Loki x Virgin reader x bucky
Warnings: swearing, angst, hurt feelings, james needs a hug, mentions of alcohol, stalking, smut 18+, loss of virginity, technical character death...but not really I guess....mentions of blood and fangs.
Summary: Loki has a serious conversation with you, as the danger looms closer....
**dividers by: @firefly-graphics
**thank you so so much @mochie85 for listening to my constant rambling and for your unwavering support if this crazy story!! I appreciate you more then you know!! 💚💚💚
Part Seven-
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James downed the shot, wincing at the burn In his throat as he tried fruitlessly to drown his feelings. He ran his hands down his face feeling his eyes burn. He wanted to go back, to run as fast as he could in whatever direction Loki was, but the pain was too much, like a hot knife had slashed at his heart. Flashes of nights spent together, limbs tangled together, hands and lips exploring eachother until dawn. He shook his head, wiping his eyes he waved the bartender over when a commotion by the front doors got his attention.
Turning his head he saw a tall cloaked figure pushing another man inside before slamming the door. He squinted in the dim light but couldn't make the man out with the hood covering him. "You are certain this is where he was?" The man bellowed grabbing the other man's collar. "Yeah, this is the place! I swear!" The man pleaded looking up at him. "Very well, I have no further use for you." The cloaked man growled tossing the other aside as he stalked up to the bar. "What can I get you?" The bartender asked nervously "I am looking for someone, a friend of mine." The man said turning his head "he is tall, and slender with long black hair, have you seen him?" The man asked "um no, I haven't seen anyone who looks like that." The bartender replied.
James watched the man sit on the barstool turning to look at the other patrons "hm, get me your strongest whiskey and I shall wait." The man said sternly. James glanced over at him trying to make out who he was, he knew he was looking for Loki, but why. "You there." The man said pointing at him "have you seen the man I described?" The man asked "no, can't say I have." James replied, trying to keep his face passive. The bartender returned with a glass and bottle "leave it." The man growled snatching the bottle before stalking off to a table in the corner. James looked back at the bartender scooting his glass forward when he came over to refill it "hey, you seen that guy before?" James asked glancing back at the man "no, and I'd prefer not to again." The bartender said rushing off to help another patron.
James nursed his drink, trying not to draw attention to himself while keeping an eye on the stranger feeling relieved Loki hadnt come in tonight. He looked at the time seeing sunrise was only a few hours away and got up, paying for his drink before slipping his coat on, whoever this man was he had to tell Loki....warn him. He had heard stories of vampire hunters but had never seen one and something about this man didn't sit right with him. He walked to the door feeling the man's eyes on him, releasing a breath as he made it outside. He zipped up his coat and headed toward the mansion.
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You stood at the bottom of the steps looking up at the massive house, remembering the last time you were here. "Darling, after you." Your heard Loki say as you walked up the steps past him into the foyer, jumping slightly feeling his hands on your collar "apologies, I did not mean to startle you." He said sliding your coat down your arms hanging it up. "Would you care for a drink?" He asked watching you "n..no, thank you." You said looking around. "Very well, come." He said walking into the living room. You took a deep breath, following him as he sat in a deep green armchair by the fire. "Please, sit" He said motioning to the chair across from him.
You sat down slowly, looking everywhere but him, pulling your skirt down as far as you could feeling your anxiety rise "Let's begin shall we?" He said crossing one leg over the other "I will try to explain as best as I can." He said. Clearing his throat he looked into your eyes, watching your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your skin flushed when you were nervous. "as I mentioned, to sustain my immortality I must drink from you three times, when I...penatrate your skin, my fangs release an enzyme if you will, to help reduce the...effects." He smiled seeing you shiver, did you know what you do to him? "The more enzyme in your blood stream, the more like us you become, I take it you are sensative to light and cannot sleep yes?" He asked "y..yes, as well as the dreams." You said looking up at him seeing him nod, if only you knew you haunted his every thought.
"So, what happens if you don't.." You asked waving your hand bringing him back to reality "then that is as they that." He said with a sad smile. "You'll die?" You asked seeing him nod looking into the fire. "Tell me y/n..what is It that you desire?" He asked, his gaze slowly meeting yours. "I..I don't.." you started as he uncrossed his legs standing up. "what is it you truly want?" He asked, towering over you, running his thumb along your bottom lip, gods how he wanted to devour you "Um, I.." you trailed off, feeling his fingers ghost over your exposed arm "to be touched..." he purred, walking behind the chair, his fingers traveling across your shoulder "to be..caressed.." he whispered in your ear making you shiver. "Tell me.." he said coming to stand in front of you, placing his hands on the arms of the chair caging you in.
"I can show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams." He purred placing his hands on your knees "do things to you that you've only ever imagined.." he said, his hands slowly sliding up your thighs, pushing your skirt up. You swallowed hard, feeling your face heat up "do not try to deny it darling.." he whispered gently parting your legs "I can feel your heart racing.." he purred, he wondered if you could hear his. Leaning into you, his face inches from yours "I can smell you.." he purred, feeling his fingers dip under the hem of your skirt. "I wish to offer all of that to you...and more." He said, his eyes meeting yours "an eternity...with me, by my side." He said, placing a genlty kiss to your neck, his fingers ghosting over your clothed core making you shiver.
"B...but what about..." you trailed off feeling him nibble your neck "what..your dead end job...your miniscule apartment...those people who call themselves your friends?" He asked pulling back to look at you. "I can give you everything you have ever wanted." He said. You gripped his wrist, a moan escaping your lips feeling him push your panties aside, his fingers slowly rubbing circles around your clit "Tell me...all you need do is say it and it shall be yours." He purred, his lips hovering over yours feeling his warm breath on your lips. "Y..yes..." you breathed, digging your fingers into his wrist feeling his fingers slide down to your entrance "i..I want you..i..want it all." You panted "and you shall have it." He said pressing his lips to yours.
His free hand wound into your hair, gently pulling your head to the side deepening the kiss as he slowly slid a finger inside you hearing you moan. He took the opportunity to press his tongue past your parted lips, caressing yours as your back arched up off the chair. He added a second finger, slowly pumping them in and out as he pulled back looking down at you. Your flushed cheeks, your soft lips puffy and swollen, Gods you drove him mad as he watched you rock your hips with his hand. "Do you wish to come darling?" He purred, adding a third finger watching you head fall back, eyes clenched shut. "Y..yes Loki..please.." you panted, digging your fingers into the arms of the chair.
He watched you come undone, the tightness in his pants becoming unbearable, but he knew what he had to do first. He slipped his fingers from you hearing you whimper "patience darling, there is something we must take care of first." He said grabbing your hand pulling you up. He walked you over to the couch, sitting down he pulled you onto his lap, your thighs on either side of his, you groaned feeling his erection press against your core, rocking your hips against him "you are insatiable aren't you?" He smirked seeing your cheeks flush. "Do not worry darling, I will give you what you need." He purred, pulling your chest flush with his "but first..." he trailed off, opening his mouth you gasped seeing his fangs "I will be gentle, you have my word?" He smiled grabbing the back of your head he guided you closer, placing soft kisses along your jaw down your neck.
He gripped your hair, tilting your head exposing more of your beautiful neck "are you ready darling?" He asked, his tongue licking your pulse point "y..yes im..ready" you stuttered, gripping his shoulders feeling his fangs scrape against your skin. You felt his free hand slide up, cupping your breast, his fingers tweaking your nipple as his fangs punctured your skin making you cry out. He held you tight against his chest, lapping and sucking "Mm you are exquisite." He moaned sucking harder. His hand slid down from your breast, dipping under your skirt he cupped your heat, rubbing you over your panties "f..fuck...loki...aahh.." you moaned, rocking your hips against his palm "come for me darling...let me taste you.." he breathed against your neck.
You felt the tightening in your stomach, every nerve in your body firing at once "that's it..let go darling." He moaned, his palm rubbing faster against your clit. "Oh god....Loki..." you moaned, feeling your orgasms wash over you digging your nails into his shoulders hearing him groan. He pulled back looking up at you, his pupils blown wide you could barely see the green in them, his lips stained red from your blood "y..you are intoxicating." He panted. Your hands dove onto his hair, your mouth engulfing his tasting yourself on his tongue making you moan. "Fuck me Loki..please..I need it...I need you.." you breathed against his lips. He flipped you over, pressing your back into the cushions as he hovered over you. "You are sure?" He asked looking onto your eyes "yes Loki..I'm sure." You said reaching up unbuckleing his belt.
He grabbed the hem of your skirt, pulling it and your panties down your legs tossing them aside as you reached up gripping his shirt ripped it open, hearing buttons fly across the room. "S..sorry..i.." you started, feeling his finger against your lips "do not worry, it's only a shirt." He smiled pulling you up he pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it away with the rest. "No bra...you are naughty aren't you?" He smirked pressing you back down. You watched him slide his shirt down his arms, his muscles flexing under the soft skin. You reached up running a hand down his abs, feeling every muscle flex under your fingers. He unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down when he slowly spread your knees apart, crawling up your body pressing his cock against your entrance. "W..will it hurt" you asked, looking down gasping at his size "look at me darling." He said lifting your chin "I will go slow, tell me if you need to stop" He said cupping your cheek "o..ok." you said wrapping your arms around his back.
You felt him slowly press into you, digging your nails into his back as he stretched you. "Ok darling?" He asked looking down at you "yes..I'm ok." You said lifting your leg onto the back of the couch "almost...there darling, your taking me so well" He panted, pushing further into you. With one hard thrust he bottomed out making you both moan. "How are you feeling?" He asked watching you "im ok..just..move please." You panted wiggling your hips. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours as he slowly pulled out almost to the tip before pressing back in. "Fuck..your..so tight." He groaned rocking his hips into you "aaahh l..loki.." you moaned, dragging your nails down his back, the pain giving way to pleasure as he thrust into you.
"Are you ready?" He asked snapping his hips hard, hitting the soft spot inside you making you cry out. "Y..yes! I'm ready Loki." You panted, watching him bring his wrist to his mouth, his fangs piercing his skin "and you are certain this is what you want? Once you drink from me you are mine..forever, we will be bonded until one of us meets our end." He said. You looked into his eyes, a warm feeling washed over you..was this love? You cupped his cheek "yes Loki. I am certain." You said seeing him smile. He brought his wrist to your lips, not taking his eyes off of you "all you need do is drink from me, and I am yours." He said. You grabbed his wrist, turning your head you brought it to your lips, sucking gently tasting the warm copper taste on your tongue igniting your senses.
"L..look at me." Loki moaned, snapping his hips hard into making you moan. Your eyes met his as you sucked and lapped at his wrist "y..yes..like that..mm harder.." he groaned griping the arm of the couch with his free hand. "Ahh god...y/n...." he moaned slamming into you hard, your teeth digging into his flesh. "I..I need you to come y/n...i need to feel you.." he groaned. You felt him twitch inside you as you clenched around him. You looked up, seeing his eyes closed, his lips parted hearing him moan, the sight alone tipping you over the edge, your orgasm slammed into you biting down on his wrist. "Fuck...y/n..." he moaned loudly, thrusting in hard, holding himself inside you as he came hard, painting your walls with his release.
"Y/n..." he breathed, leaning down trying to pull his wrist from your lips hearing you groan. "That's enough darling, let go." He said pulling free as you tried to grab at his arm "ah ah, you need to sleep." He said cupping your cheek. "But..I don't feel any different." You said trying to pull his wrist to you again "you will, after you wake. Now sleep darling." He said slowly pulling out of you hearing you whine. He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over you tucking you in. "Loki.." you whispered grabbing his hand "shh. I will be right here when you wake up." He said pushing your hair back. You smiled up at him, feeling your eyelids become heavy as Loki stroked your hair. "That's it darling, sleep." He purred. Stepping back looking down at you he couldn't help smile. You had warmed a part of his heart he thought died long ago.
He grabbed his pants, sliding them on he bent down picking up his shirt, laughing at the way you ripped his buttons off. He slid it on, walking to the bookshelf he grabbed the one he'd been reading before settling back in his green chair by the fire. He wasn't sure how long it would take, but he would make sure he was right there when you woke up.
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Loki sat reading when he heard a whimper escape you. He sat his book down, kneeling in front of you seeing you begin to twitch. "It's alright darling, I'm right here." He whispered in your ear hearing you sigh. Holding your hand he felt your heart race in your palm, he looked up seeing the color slowly drain from your face, being replaced by the pale hue his was. He felt you twitch again, your pulse stopping and your skin growing cold as you breathed out. He watched you intently...waiting. a few seconds past and he was becoming nervous when you took a deep breath in, your pulse resuming at a normal rate.
He let out the breathe he was holding as you snuggled further into the blanket. "Sleep well darling." He said kissing your head. He got up, walking to his chair when he heard a knock at the door. He looked at the time seeing it was a few hours still until dawn "who.." he thought waking to the door he looked through the peep hole "no.." he breathed, stepping back staring at the door hearing another knock. He grabbed the knob, steeling his nerves as he opened the door, his eyes meeting warm blue ones. "James.." he sighed, a smile spreading across his face "Loki.." he said. They stood there looking around eachother, words escaping them when James remembered why he was there.
"I need to talk to you, its important." He said as Loki stepped aside "certainly, come in." He said motioning inside. James walked into the foyer looking around, memories playing through his mind when Loki cleared his throat "w..what did you need to discuss?" He asked looking down "Loki, there was.." he started when he heard you from the living room "loki..." you called out making him stiffen. "Oh..i..I'm sorry I didn't.." James started when Loki held his hand up "there is no need to apologize...I'll be right there darling." He called out to you "you were saying. James stared at him, trying to reign I'm his emotions "had he called you darling?" When Loki said his name "what...sorry you were saying?" James asked fidgeting with his hands "you said you needed to talk to me." Loki said stepping closer to him.
"Oh, yes. There was a man tonight.." he trailed off seeing you walk out, the blanket the only thing covering you. He took in your pale skin, the holes in your neck, the blood on your lips "y..you...you turned her?" James asked looking at Loki. His eyes shot to James, trying to find some way to explain "y..yes...I did, but.." loki started when James headed to the door "i..I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry." He said opening the door. "James wait please...do not go." Loki asked coming up behind him. "I only want you to be happy Loki, and it seems now you are, I won't bother you again." He said opening the door "James! Wait..." loki tried but James was already out the door.
Loki sighed leaning on the door "what was that about?" You asked walking up to him. "Nothing darling, I'm exhausted, let's head to bed hmm?" He asked grabbing your hand seeing you smile. He guided you upstairs to the bedroom, making sure the curtains were closed as he led you to the bed "if you wake before me, do not go outside or go near the windows understood?" He asked seeing you nod "I won't." You said climbing in bed. Loki laid down, pulling you to him as you nuzzled your nose into his neck. "Sleep well darling." He said kissing your head "night Loki." You said kissing his neck. He laid there staring at the ceiling, remembering the panicked look in James's face. He decided tomorrow night he was going to take you out to feed and find him....
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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 15
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The Golden Palace | Loki x Reader
Questions are answered at The Golden Palace of the Gods, but some things are best left unsaid.
Warnings: some language and angst, daddy issues but not the fun kinky kind (sorry!).
AN: Not gonna lie I've been nervous to put this one out, I've tried to research and add some gods that to be honest I didn't know much about. This has been a learning process for me! This is intened to be taken in the same vibe as Love & Thunder with depictions being very surface level, just like Thor and Loki aren't exactly as they are in their own mythologies.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics & @reveriesources
Series Masterlist | Loki Masterlist | Masterlist
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You had never travelled by Bifröst and, as Thor released your hand, you swore never to do it again. Your head swam with colours, your stomach churning and you regretted the second cookie you’d scarfed down while you and Loki hastily packed and left his cabin. 
“How did you fare, Trouble?” Thor laughed, slapping a meaty hand on your arm and peering down at you. At your side, Loki slid his grasp from yours to wrap an arm around your waist, holding you steady against his sturdy body. You were grateful for his grounding presence, the way his sedir seemed to curl around your magic, keeping it from flaring in fear.
“Darling?” Loki pulled you impossibly closer, cupping your cheek with his free hand to look at your queasy expression.  
“I’m never, ever, doing that again,” you groaned and the brothers laughed, Thor’s deep chuckle melted into Loki’s softer, more lilting laugh and you couldn’t help but start giggling too, the absurdity of travelling with two gods, on a rainbow bridge, magiced out of thin air was too much and you burst into peals of laughter. 
Your laughter echoed back and you finally looked up at the wondrous place Thor had brought you to. The outside of the palatial building was clad entirely in polished gold which shone impossibly in every direction without shadow. Looking up the entire sky seemed to be made of sun, even the idyllic clouds that passed glowed from within. Turrets and spires decorated the outside and a series of walkways, bridges and staircases led the way from various pools, sunken gardens and lush looking courtyards. Everywhere you looked the palace dripped with opulence, every direction spun out into excesses of marble decked luxury. 
“Wow.” You stared up, spinning slowly as Loki’s hands kept you steady around your waist, and attempted to take in the magnificence that surrounded you. 
“Wow indeed.” Thor patted your shoulder, “this is the Golden Palace, home of the Gods themselves.” 
“Which gods?” You asked, not daring to take your eyes from your surroundings. You knew that Thor and Loki had once lived in Asgard, as had you for a short time, though your memories gave you only glimpses of that time. 
“All of the gods, I suppose, should they wish it, they come here to meet, socialise, and relax. So many gods are no longer worshipped and, until they fade from memory, they come here.” 
At that you stopped moving and Loki, ever careful of you, took your hand again. 
“What do you mean, until they fade from memory?” 
“Well, ásynja, gods are only as good as their worshippers. So if a god is no longer worshipped they become weak, they begin to age. Some slip into deep sleeps and some become mortal and die.” Loki said, quietly. 
To speak of such a death was not polite within earshot of other deities, it was a fear that gripped them all, and the brothers kept their voices unusually quiet as they explained. 
You were stunned, it hadn’t occurred to you that gods could truly die. You’d seen Thor injured once before and you supposed should the injury be extreme enough perhaps they would die. But to fade into obscurity first. To be forgotten. That seemed a terrible way to go. 
It is, darling, there is no entrance to Valhalla for those who become dust 
Loki cupped your cheek, “my sweet darling, please don’t be upset. There are many ways for gods to be worshipped. Take your museums and galleries. When you stand before a Botecelli and gaze upon Venus, your reverence keeps her strong.” 
“So art, history, documentaries…” 
“Have you not noticed, we gods are vain creatures,” Loki smiled, preening comically and Thor laughed too, flexing his muscles. 
It made your heart clench. How could the Avengers treat him as such a threat, when he was so funny and kind and witty. Mischievous? Yes. But evil? Never. 
“That does help, Loki. Thank you.” You stood on your toes and kissed him gently while Thor made a show of looking disgusted behind you. “But, wait, if any gods can come here, why didn’t you come here after Ragnarok?” 
“Ah - yes, well, there was the suggestion of that.” Thor looked at his brother, “I had already abdicated but, I like Midgard and I would have had to leave my people behind. I would not enjoy myself without them.”
Loki nodded in agreement, “I know what the Midgardian’s think of me, darling, but I can assure you my sentiments were very much the same. Though I am no longer in line to the throne -” 
“You never were,” Thor muttered and Loki shot him a glare.
“- as I was saying, the throne matters not. What I truly care about is Asgard, whether that is a place or a people, I wished to remain and rebuild alongside my brother and the King.” 
It wasn’t a surprise to you that Loki was sentimental, but it made your heart squeeze to hear him talk about his responsibilities and loyalties. This was the man, you loved and you desperately wanted to tell him. To share with him how deep your feelings ran, how clearly you saw his heart. But there were so many unanswered questions and Loki would never be just a man, he was a god, tied to his people and though he had expressed his loyalty, you feared he would not be able to give you his heart in the same way. 
Instead of words you chose kisses to show your affection, reaching up and winding your fingers into the neatly brushed curls at the nape of his neck and crushing kisses to his lips. 
Thor coughed loudly. 
“When you two have finished, I did suggest our visit for a reason. Not just so you could have a romantic date.” 
Loki pulled away and for a split second you chased his lips, not ready to let him go. He smiled down at you, that luxurious, lust filled smirk that told you this conversation, and the kiss, were not over. 
“Now that we’re discussing this, I don’t think this attire is suitable.” Thor waved at hand at you both, still dressed casually from your morning at Loki’s cabin. Even Thor’s own clothes were too casual for the setting, his large sweatshirt and jeans not nearly as intimidating as his battle armour. 
With a roll of his eyes Loki’s sedir flashed and he was once more in his Asgardian leathers, less formal that the fighting armour he’d worn at the end of the mission, this had a distinctly blue hue to the chest, with his signature black leather trousers and boots. His hair, still somewhat messy, was swept back by his long fingers as he carded them through his curls. He hadn’t looked away for a second, still pining you with that look. He gave you a wink and you snapped your mouth shut. 
“What about me?” You didn’t mean for it to sound so petulant, but it was hardly fair that they always knew exactly how to present themselves. All of these formalities were so new to you. 
“I’m sure you’re more than capable of conjuring your own clothes, darling.” Loki purred. 
“I am - but what do you wear at the Palace of the Gods?” You chewed your thumb, looking around at all the other gods as they passed. Many wore robes, some tunics and dresses, there were even a few that were mostly naked. “I only have my armour or my Earth clothes?” 
“Think of your armour, the colours and textures, the images, and then imagine something you’d feel comfortable in.” Loki suggested. 
“A dress, or something. Jane always liked to wear Earth Jeans.” Thor suggested with a smile, despite being glad almost exclusively in various kinds of polished metal. 
“She cannot wear Earth Jeans, Thor, she is a Goddess, she must look like one.” Loki protested, rounding on his brother. 
“Are you saying Jane is not a Goddess?” 
“Yes, I am - you love her and I approve of her, but she is not -” 
Their squabbling faded into a dull roar as you tried to concentrate, thinking about the rich blue colour of your armour, the soft velvet and smooth silver, and the weight of a dress settled around your shoulders and hips. It was surprisingly traditional, considering how much you’d hated the flouncy skirts you’d been put in as a child, but the low front and draped back felt more womanly and regal than any stuffy corset you’d been shoved into, the skirt was wide, but moved around you like water and you had the sensation of blossoming, like a midnight flower, under the gaze of your beloved Loki. 
“ásynja, it’s perfect.” He held your gaze as he stepped forwards, offering his arm to you
Even Thor appeared starstruck, grinning happily and giving you a thumbs up. “Perfect, now we’re ready.” 
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Thor and Loki appeared stately as they marched through the gilded corridors of the Golden Palace and as you kept pace next to them you were transported to memories of your shared youth, following them around at first, until you had your bearings, and then racing with them between lessons, training, meals and meetings. 
Faster and faster you ran, dodging guards and swinging around the pillars at the end of the corridor, your dress trailing behind you like a spring breeze. The soft linen snapped like a whip when you turned again, hiding yourself on the tall base of a column, and waited for your prey. 
Thor appeared at one end of the corridor first, closely followed by Loki. You grinned, Thor you could catch but Loki? You didn’t trust the boy before you, green tunic fluttering around his hips. He’d tricked you far too many times for that. 
You waited for him to pass Thor, a subtle nod to his brother, before you made your move. 
With a yell you jumped out onto Thor’s back, your arms around his neck and your wooden dagger pressed to his throat. “I caught you!” You declared and Thor’s bellowing laugh echoed around the corridor. 
In front of you both Loki whirled back and you threw the training dagger, only for it to pass through the illusion and fall to the ground. 
“Not so fast, Trouble.” Thor laughed, “we may have you beaten yet.” You could almost see his grin. 
Loki was swift and clever, you could feel the air move behind you as he made ready to strike and then you let Thor go, falling to the ground and rolling between Loki’s legs in one smooth movement. Smaller than both the Asgardian Prince’s your best bet was to always go very high, or very low. 
Jumping to your feet you pulled Loki’s dagger from his boot and poked it into his side. 
Thor’s laugh continued to boom but Loki lifted his hands in surrender. “You win again, ásynja, as always.” 
He turned, smiling serenely, and you flipped the dagger, catching it deftly in your palm without drawing blood. 
“As always, boys.” You smiled, fixing your skirts serenely and making to walk off, “want to play again?” And you broke into a run…
“Are you alright, my darling?” Loki asked, his eyes narrowed, “you look distracted.” 
“Just remembering,” you smiled, and he kissed your temple softly, always worried by that glassy look in your eyes but pleased that the memories were coming back slowly. 
Together the three of you walked through endless miles of gold corridors, halls with vast vaulted ceilings branched out from the central artery, below you were oasis after oasis of fountains and ponds, pools where gods swam and patios where they ate and laughed together. 
The mere thought of all of these deities being real was making your head spin, let alone that you might actually belong here among them. 
You belong wherever you chose to be
Loki’s mind spoke to yours, a soothing balm against your anxiety. 
“Here we are,” Thor declared, outside two staggering doors of solid gold. “If we can’t find answers here, then I am all out of ideas.” 
The doors swung open and flooded the corridor with ethereal light, almost as bright as Lugh’s had been when he’d appeared before you. 
Shielding your eyes you took in the full height of the atrium. Decked out in polished gold and pure white there were rows and rows of seating in various sizes, as if for a giant theatre. Filling the seats were more kinds of people than you’d ever seen in your life, some looked like Loki and Thor, as if human but…more. Some were so small they were placed on towers of cushions and plinths rather than lounging on thrones. Then there were the giants, hanging over the edges of the balconies and peering in through the vast windows. 
In the centre, floating on their own balcony, was a man of about average height, but his muscular body looked like it was brushed with gold to match his surroundings. His curled hair sat perfectly on his shoulders, one bare and one draped in pure white silk, a gold chest plate and gold leather pleats decorated the otherwise simple tunic and he was accompanied by a gaggle of similarly dressed women, all giggling and looking down at you. 
Stunned, you squeezed Loki’s hand tighter in your now sweating palm, and tipped your chin up to meet the man’s gaze, wishing Thor had prepared you better. 
“Welcome to the Golden Palace,” the man’s voice boomed around the room and all the other attendees went silent.
Everything will be okay, my darling Loki assured silently, but you were still rooted to the spot, terrified. 
Looking again at the floating platform it became obvious who was staring back. Zeus waved the women at his side away and leant further over the balcony, his eyes roving over you again without shame. 
“So this is who has caused such-” he waved his hand, “disruption and madness in our ranks.” 
“We have come to seek answers, also, Mighty Zeus.” Thor answered for you, stepping further into the light from the towering windows. “We have received information regarding a prophe-”
“That is not to be spoken of here!” Zeus roared and Thor fell silent, snapping his jaw shut. “Lugh was sent to deal with you, what happened?” 
What does he mean deal with me?
I don’t know, my darling, stay close
“Why did you defy him!?” Zeus demanded, his eyes boring into you, his entire court turned to you as well, the weight of their attention was crushing and your voice stuck in your throat. 
“I didn’t - sorry - I -” 
“We were not aware, Zeus, that anything was required of us. There was an incident with a kidnapping and it has made us wary of others.” Loki said and you mentally kicked yourself for your nerves. 
“Well you are here now.” Zeus sighed and looked around, “where is Lugh?” 
There was a commotion towards the side of the room and a familiar man strode forwards, he looked up towards Zeus and inclined his head politely before turning to look at you. Not Thor or Loki, who closed ranks around you, but straight towards you. Like an arrow he closed in until he could peer over Loki’s shoulder at you, so close you could see the fine detail of his armour. 
“I did not wish for you to be here, child.” He hissed, turning his chin and addressing Loki, “why did you bring her?” 
“Because we required answers from that irritating riddle of my mother’s” Loki bit back, his eyes shining with anger. “If you had explained instead of -”
“No whispers in my court!” Zeus bellowed and you all faced him again. 
“Now we shall resolve this matter.” Zeus declared.
“Ah Zeus you know this is merely a squabble,” Lugh laughed, stepping forwards and, imperceptibly, to the side, placing himself between you and the head of the Greek pantheon. 
Zeus nodded to Lugh in greeting, “it is good to see you back among our ranks, though we had hoped that this issue could have been resolved already.” 
Loki tugged you backwards and Thor closed in around you. 
What’s happening?
I cannot fathom, darling, just stay still, stay quiet.
Around you the sound of many people talking rose in a cacophony of sound, the once placid gods now talking heatedly between themselves. 
“I can not take this arguing anymore. Can the disgruntled parties please step forwards?” Zeus waved one hand and placed his head in the other dramatically, as if he was physically tired from the entire argument despite his continued wide legged stance and the abundance of seating around him. 
The first god stepped forwards, tall and broad with huge muscles, his long beard and the storm that followed him reminded you of Thor, but instead of a hammer, this God carried a mace and an axe. 
He stopped before Zeus and pointed at you, barely looking at you before staring Zeus down. “She belongs to us, let her leave with me now and there will be no bloodshed.” You’d imagined that in a land of gods there would be many languages, but thankfully you were able to understand all that was said. 
Lugh and Thor closed in tighter around you as Loki tugged you closer into his side. The storm that had arrived with this god made the air colder and your skin felt damp, as if you’d just stepped inside after being caught in the rain. 
I won’t let them take you, darling 
“Baal, we have discussed the need for evidence, what have you to provide -” 
Before Zeus could finish, a second god stepped forwards. You had thought the first was large, but the second was easily eight feet tall, lean and slender with skin so lustrous it looked like it was made of polished bronze. Although his body was that of a man, even if it was a towering man, his head was that of a dog, black fur blurred down his neck and a long snout ended in a surprisingly soft muzzle. 
Despite the attention of the room shifting, Baal continued to raise his voice, the clouds above him breaking into rain that pattered on the marble and formed splashing pools below his feet. “These powers are ours, Zeus and you know this to be true.” 
Loki he squeezed your hand and turned to you slightly, the damp curls of his hair sticking to his forehead. 
Everything here is translated or, it is now after the last argument erupted
Loki’s hand was a reassuring presence in your own and you stepped closer into his warmth as the God continued, the velvet of your dress feeling heavy in the misty rain. 
His voice was deep, but steady, as he spoke not to Zeus and his retinue, but directly to you. The taught tension in his shoulders and the clenching of his hands told you, and the three men still surrounding you, that he was in no mood for an argument. 
“Brigid visited me on her journeys and I claim you as my offspring, I have seen your many powers and I wish to welcome you to the Ennead as my daughter.”
You coughed, choking on your own breath in surprise. Next to you, Loki stiffened and you felt that piercing gaze of his turn to you, on your other side Thor stood in shock . But Lugh scoffed. 
“You have never been able to prove anything, either of you. What evidence do you have for your claim now?” Lugh stared up at Anubis’ dark eyes first, and then Baal’s, standing his ground between you and the other gods. They had had this conversation before, that much was clear and as before Lugh refused to move an inch. 
Before Anubis could answer a large serpent, covered in delicate, brightly coloured feathers, slithered from the seating and coiled itself around the gathered gods.As his tail came to rest on the polished marble he transformed into a man, feathers still decorating his turquoise and green clothing. 
“Step aside, Anubis, you and I both know that this girl is capable of great things, death is not one of them.” His eyes softened as he turned to look at you, “we have spoken of the prophecy, we know that she would need both a mother and a father capable of -” 
“And what of the other half of the prophecy?” Another man stepped forwards, though he seemed to be of average height he carried with him a huge cutlas and, as the wind whipped up around him, his gold eye glinted. “Surely there are many who can claim such gifts.” 
Zeus raised his hand and a bolt of lightning flashed above his head. 
“We agreed we would not discuss the prophecy in front of the girl,” he commanded. 
“Only because you did not want us to take responsibility for her actions!” A voice chimed from high in the stadium. 
“Aye, what if she needs controlling!” Another voice agreed, “surely you are to blame here, Zeus, you are the leader among us and a shape shifter as the girl is, you should take over controlling her!”
“Controlling? No one is going to -” you raised your voice, trying to make a stand in your defence, but Loki had tangled his magic around you, holding you back, though it appeared all he was doing was clasping your hand. You fought against him, determined to speak your mind. But even Thor, who revelled in your troublemaking, shook his head. 
You would fry him for this, singe his hair and torch his precious leathers. Melt his daggers and - the coil around you tightened and it suddenly felt like an embrace, and not a leash, guarding you against the onslaught of opinion. The fire of your anger flickered, but didn’t go out. 
“I?” Zeus looked genuinely upset at the prospect, which, despite your relief, felt a lot like an insult. “I have not sired the child, look at her, so full of destruction. Perhaps she really is yours Owuo, or, perhaps,” he turned to the voice in the crowd, “she is yours, Proteus, after all, she is a changeable thing.” 
“Thing?!” 
Your magic was roiling, perhaps you really were meant for destruction, desperate for a way to release the anger building slowly inside. 
“Hush, darling,” Loki cooed, squeezing your hand.
“Don’t you tell me to hush, you’re as bad as them, what is this? A cattle market? I can’t tell whether I’m wanted or not!” 
Still towering above you, Anubis looked down, placing a large hand across your back, he spoke softly and the words flowed through you. 
“Of course you are wanted, child, but, you see, we have been arguing for many eons over you. Where there is awe, there is also fear. 
Fear, they were frightened about you and suddenly you were frightened too. What if the prophecy was true, and you were destined to be a person you couldn’t control. 
In the centre of the theatre the gods continued to argue, their voices becoming blurred as more and more descended from the steps. Some shouting that you should be made to go with them, back to their homes and worlds to rule in their pantheons, some arguing that you needed taking in hand, containing as you had been. But the word that kept appearing, that you couldn’t shake, was prophecy. 
Frigga’s words were more than just a dream then, they had been heard across the pantheons, across time, and these gods were in disarray because of it. Even those who wished to claim you only sought control of the terrible destruction the prophecy had claimed. It crossed your mind that maybe you should have gone with Lugh and allowed him to hide you. He had come to your aid once more and he had never hurt you, even when he’d sent the boy to fetch you he’d been gentle, that was his undoing. 
“If there is one more word about the prophecy then we will have Lugh remove her memories and send her back to be contained on Gaia with him until this can be resolved” Zeus boomed. 
Your blood felt cold. 
The air rushed from your body in a single huff. 
Your body numb. 
Lugh turned away from the commotion to look at you, the light around him dimming to a faint glow. 
“Estrid -”
“Loki I want to go home,” you tugged him backwards, away from the man approaching you. 
“Please, you must understand, I did what I thought to be right to protect you.” Lugh took a step closer, but Thor moved in front of him, blocking his path with a crackle of blue lightning. 
“Loki!” You turned to him, tears streaming down your face. 
“I only meant to protect you.” Lugh looked stricken, but Thor held him back. “See how they fight over you? See how they want to use you? I only ever wanted you to be free. Please, allow me to explain.” He pleaded.  
“You took everything from me!” Your scream echoed, bouncing back into the flames that exploded from your body. Loki moved back and you swore he looked almost blue for a moment as he threw up a wall of protective sedir around himself and Thor. On the outside, Lugh continued to approach, his light wrapping around him. 
“Please,” he begged, “I understand you do not wish to talk to me. Allow me to write you a letter? Or visit you somewhere when you are calm -” 
“I’m very calm. I am very calm right now.” You snarled, your armour rippling over your body, your spear suddenly clenched between your fingers. “I never want to see you again, don’t ever try to talk to me again. You are a jailor, a kidnapper, get away from me.” 
He didn’t have to hurt you, because he had so much more control than that, he had taken every thought and memory of Loki from you, your time on Asgard, your mother. 
“Princes, please,” he turned to Loki and Thor, “your mother agreed, she helped, it was for the best that you forgot.” 
You moved backwards again, dropping Loki’s hand as your spear sparked on the marble. So he’d hurt Loki too, there was no return from this, no way to atone when he’d hurt you both.
You were  running for the edge of the stage before you could dwell on it anymore, towards what you hoped would be an exit, behind you your fire followed you like the sweep of a dress, melting the gold it touched into soft pools and charring the wooden legs of the pews that lined the centre of the stage. 
You didn’t look back. 
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With one last look at the burgeoning fight brewing in the centre of the Golden Palace, Loki turned, his cape flowing behind him as he sprinted after you, catching you around the waist and vanishing in a flash of green and gold magic. 
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Hii! You're honestly my favorite writer on here! I would love to read one of your works where there's tension between Detective Loki x Fem!Reader because she's new to the department and Loki isn't all too welcoming cuz he's very 'independent' especially when it comes to work. As time goes on they realize they have a thing for each other, but it doesn't escalate into anything until she bakes him a cute cake for his birthday and shows up at his front door. And he's not used to anyone remembering his bday let alone celebrating it, but it flatters him so much. And possibly turns into smut🤭 Reader also seems super shy and sweet at first but is actually a freakkk and it surprises Loki😭 i apologize if this is such a random and long prompt LMAO, i know you can get sooo creative in many ways with this tho you're an amazing writer <3 thank u so much
OMG I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS. i love this prompt idea. Thank u so much, luv, you had my creativity flowing like crazy🤧 Y’all literally make my days. I wrote so much for this one! I had to stop myself from making it into a full blown fic with chapters lol. I hope you like it <3
word count: About 6030 (This one is a big boy!!)
Warnings (PLEASE READ): THIS IS A TRIGGER WARNING. This has plot dealing with kidnapping and gun use!! Arguing, profanity, Loki being a mean baby, drunk!David, caring!reader, sexual tension, unspoken attraction, feeding, jealousy, the usual smut, making out, grinding, pulling Loki’s hair <3, shy to dominant Loki, David talking dirty, neck biting, slapping, praise, ftm oral, begging, cream pie (ofc w my silly ass)
New Friends
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When you first joined Conyers PD and walked up to David’s desk, he was anything but welcoming.
“Hi.” You cleared your throat. The man who sat in front of you, David Loki, turned around. The captain told you that Loki hasn’t had a partner in 6 years. “I’m Y/F/N L/N.” You stuck out a hand from underneath the box you were holding.
The man’s eyes blinked a few times, looking at you with a hard straight face.
“Loki.” Was all he said to you, before turning around and going back to what he was doing. You stood there awkwardly, letting out a small chuckle and turning to the L shaped desk that was faced opposite of his. His faced the wall, and yours faced the rest of the office.
“How long have you been on the force?” You asked, looking over at the man.
He was handsome. Built arms, slicked back hair. He had a tattoos and he smelled like the cold air and cigarettes. His demeanor was off putting, but this was your partner. You were willing to put effort into forming a bond.
Loki sighed deeply, “Um. About 10 years.” He said bluntly and left it at that.
“That’s a long time.” You drummed your fingers against the desk in front of you, waiting for him to continue the conversation. He didn’t, so you continued,
“I’ve been here going on 7 years. Not here, but on th-“
“I’m sorry, I’ve just got a lot of paperwork to do.” He interrupted you, pointing down at the file in his hands and looking away from you.
“Right. Sorry.” You rolled your eyes to yourself, feeling embarrassed.
Loki couldn’t hide his annoyance when you came in the next morning with a box of doughnuts you baked, walking to everyone’s desk and passing them out. You introduced yourself to everyone, and more than a few of the other male cops in the office hit on you. David wasn't blind. You were a beautiful woman, anyone could see that. David was annoyed with the fact that his brain wouldn’t let him trust anyone, wouldn’t let him love anyone.
He’s been fine doing cases on his own the past few years and he actually kind of enjoys it. Now, all of a sudden, the Captain wants him to have a partner? Did he ever think that maybe he worked so well because he was alone? David didn’t like his brain making this much noise. Everything was quiet before you came around.
When you finally sat down at your desk and greeted him, you leaned over and set a black coffee and a glazed donut down on his desk.
“I figured you were a black coffee kind of guy.” You said, not expecting an answer and moving to start your work for the day. Work had been slow as of late, according to the officers around you. It was a small town, so it was rare that there was actually someone to catch. Other than the town drunk or occasional bar fight. At worst, a domestic abuse case.
Why did she get me something? Why did she have to be so nice? Loki thought to himself.
“I don’t like sweet things.” He mumbled, mostly talking about you and not the doughnut.
“Next time I’ll get you a plain donut, then.” You smiled to yourself, glancing over. Your eyes met Loki’s and he looked away quickly, letting out a deep breath.
“Well -“
You cut David off, “It’s really no problem. You can’t say no.”
David didn’t reply, he just gave one hard nod and looked away.
When you came in the next day, you did bring him a plain doughnut along with black coffee.
He didn’t thank you, but the gesture made him feel warm inside. You told him he should eat every morning. It was odd to him that you cared, despite only knowing him for a day.
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You and Loki got only a little closer in the passing months. He still preferred you to call him Loki and he still called you L/N, even though you’ve insisted countless times he call you by your first name. He is your partner, after all.
But he was yet to actually call you his partner.
The first time you confronted Loki about the way he treated you was on a small vandalism case. There had been a few vandalisms around the town and you and Loki eventually put together that they were just some teenagers screwing around. You were both standing in the surveillance room, watching the kids on the cameras, trying to figure out how to get answers out of them. They were kids, but none of them were fessing up.
“You’re being too fucking nice, L/N, we aren’t getting anything out of these punks.” Loki rolled his eyes at you.
You laughed, “What do wanna do, you want to go beat some answers out of them, David?” You said mockingly. “You can’t just scare them into giving us what we want. They’re kids!” You said incredulously.
“Don’t call me by my first name.” He snapped his head towards you, pointing a finger.
“Don’t point your fucking finger at me, Loki.” You snapped, only slightly raising your voice. You stepped up to him and the both of you were practically in each other’s face. The spot made your cheeks burn and the look on your face when you were angry made Loki’s pants feel just a little bit tighter around him.
“You’ve treated me like some little kid since I started here. I’ve been really nice and I just want a little bit of respect. I’ve done my time knocking on doors, like you have. I know how to handle these situations. Don’t be too fucking harsh on them and don’t put your hands on them. Whether or not you like it, we’re partners and I’m not getting in trouble because of your reckless actions.” You stepped back from him and took a deep breath.
Fuck. David swallowed. No one had ever stood up to him. His eyes twitched and he ran a hand through his hair, turning away from you.
”Look,” You continued, “If you’ve got a way to get a confession out of them without doing anything insane, I’d like you to go do that. If not, please, let’s sit here, talk, and figure it out together.” You sat down at the small table in the room and pinched the bridge of your nose.
This is too much. This guy needs to get his shit together. I’m not a rookie or anything. You thought.
You didn’t understand why Loki treated you the way you did. Why he wouldn’t let his guard down and just let the two of you be partners.
He pulled out the chair that was next to you, sitting in front of you and hesitantly grabbed your wrist.
“I’m sorry.” He replied.
He truly didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t know why he treated you the way he did either.
You opened your eyes and met Loki’s. He blinked multiple times, looking away from you.
You traced your fingers along the skin at the back of his wrist. Loki’s breath hitched and he felt like his heart stopped. You felt so soft. So comforting, like a blanket, or a warm hug.
The door swung open, quickly tearing the two of you apart.
“Why the hell isnt anyone questioning these kids?” Your captain’s voice boomed in the small room.
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You rubbed your eyes and yawned, hearing your doorbell go off. Once you were awake enough, your body quietly moved towards the door to see who it was. There was another ring. You peeked outside of the window. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion and worriedly opened the door, recognizing the man.
“Loki? Are you okay? What time is it?” You rushed, not hesitating to grab his shoulders and bring him inside from the darkness outside.
“I- M’sorry, I don’t even know why I’m here.” David slurred, obviously drunk from whatever he’d been drinking that night. “I’ll go..” He moved to turn around towards your door, but stumbled on his feet. You reached out quickly to steady him with your own hands.
“Woah, David. Here, come sit down. You can barely stand, how’d you even get here?” You brushed some hair out of his face, making sure he didn’t have any scratches or bruises from anything on the way here. The man stared at you, taking in all your features, something he realized he’s never really done. David was always too afraid to look you in the eyes or at your face for too long. He couldn’t tell if it was from intimidation or shyness. Or both.
David sat on your couch and you took some pillows and rested them on the arm of your couch. You pushed on Loki’s shoulders lightly, silently telling him to lay against the arm and pillows. You didn’t know why he was here, but it didn’t really matter to you. Loki laid down, his eyes already closing.
“Are you okay, Loki?” You whispered, rubbing a thumb over the scar on the right side of his head. He placed his large hand over yours, feeling the skin on your hand.
He didn’t know what he was doing here, just like you. All he remembers was feeling empty and then somehow he ended up at your front door. He’d only known you going on 7 months now, but he’s so used to being with you in the office now. He didn’t feel correct without you being near him. Not even at home. Your house was so comforting. It smelled just like you. He felt like he was in heaven. You got up to go get a blanket from your hallway, but Loki’s hand stopped you by grabbing yours.
“Waitt.. Where-“ He hiccups “Where’re you going?” He looked up at you like a puppy, his mouth open in curiosity. You laughed, smiling at him and letting go of his hand,
“Don’t worry, I’ll come back.” You walked away, grabbing him the blanket and walking back to drape it over his body.
“You’re even pretty when you wake up in the middle of the night.” Loki mumbled, his eyes getting heavy with sleep as warmth and comfort enveloped him.
Did that mean he thought you were always pretty?
The next morning, David woke up with an insane headache. He could hardly remember anything. Where even was he?
He cursed and rubbed his head, the smell of bacon and eggs filling his nose. He slowly came to, realizing he was in your home. He’d only ever been here from the outside, when he would drop you off after a long day. It was his least favorite part of the day, when he watched you walk away and he went back home by himself. There was a bottle of water and Advil in front of him.
David found his way into the kitchen, spotting you over the stove. You turned, placing the pan over a plate and scraping the eggs on it.
“Oh, hey!” You greeted sweetly. “I was just making some breakfast for you.” You placed the pan back on the stove and slid the plate of food towards him, handing him a fork. “Eat.”
David took the fork, stabbing into the eggs you placed in front of him. His head hurt so much and the food smelled so good, and who was he to turn down a good breakfast after a rough night?
“What happened last night?” David grumbled, covering his mouth full of bacon, with his hand.
“I was hoping you could tell me. You just ended up at my door at 2am.” You said, crunching on the cereal you made yourself earlier.
David stopped chewing, darting his eyes left to right.
“Did I, um… say anything?” He asked you.
You let out a small laugh, “We both know you aren’t one for saying much.”
Loki let out a breath of relief,
“You did say I was pretty, though.” You blushed, continuing to eat your cereal. “And then you fell asleep.”
FuckFuckFuckFuck. David’s head buzzed.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized, blinking rapidly and continuing to eat his plate of food.
“You’re sorry for complimenting me? It’s fine. It’s a nice change.” You joked, referring to his usually cold and closed off demeanor with you. “I didn’t mind. Plus, I enjoy having breakfast with you.” You added, softly.
That was the first time that David admitted to himself he had feelings for you. It was also the first time you two had a deep conversation that wasn’t about work.
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Your first serious case together, a case of kidnappings that, unfortunately, hit Conyers. It seems like the town’s just had bad luck since Anna Dover and Joy Birch.
You and Loki had followed a lead to an abandoned building, never expecting to find what you did.
Two children, no older than 10, clinging onto each other. They looked terrified, and like they haven’t eaten in God knows how long.
You gasped, immediately lowering the gun you had drawn. You went up to the two children, wrapping your blazer the best you could around both children.
“Hi, babies. Hey. It’s okay, we aren’t gonna hurt you. I’m Y/N. That’s my friend Loki. We’re gonna get you somewhere safe, okay?” You rubbed the children’s shoulders and they nodded at you. Suddenly, the children’s eyes went wide and they began scooting back, gasping in fear.
You turned back. A man who you’d recognized through files had Loki in a hold, slapping his gun away and holding him at gunpoint.
“Lewis. Lower your gun and we can talk about this.” You said calmly.
The ragged man pulled Loki closer to him, pushing the gun into his temple. Loki winced in pain.
“Lower yours or he’s gonna fucking get it!” He threatened.
“You know I can’t do that unless you lower yours.” You replied, holding your ground.
“Lower your fuckin’ gun!” He pointed the gun in his hand at you now, his hand shaking. One of the children next to you cried out, drawing his attention to them and distracting the scrawny man.
“David, duck!” You yelled.
David dropped to his knees and you fired a bullet, hitting the man in the chest. The man raised his gun in your direction, but you fired another shot before he could pull the trigger.
You put the safety on your gun and put it in your holster, immediately going to the children’s side.
“We’ve got you, come on. Let’s get out of here. Can you guys stay brave for me for a little longer?” You soothed, scooping one of the children in your arms. Loki scrambled to follow suit, grabbing the other child in his arms and rushing with you to his car. Oddly enough, the encounter you had with the children and how you handled them made David wonder what it would be like to have children of his own. With you.
“I’m glad you knew to listen when I told you to duck.” You chuckled to Loki as you both got checked up by doctors at the hospital.
“I trust you.” He replied.
Your heart fluttered and a small smile broke out on your lips. He trusts me. You thought. Something about that made you feel so nice inside.
And it was the same for David. He really did trust you. You were the first person he’s trusted in so long.
“I’m glad.” You replied to him, smiling. The man blinked in response, giving a small smile. Good enough for you.
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It was September 14th. David’s birthday. You baked Loki a small cake and you wanted to go over to surprise him for his birthday.
The captain had mentioned his birthday once when you joked to him that the most David’s opened up about was his birthday month.
You knocked on David’s front door, waiting nervously. Your leg jumped, and you considered turning back around, but it was too late. You heard David’s steps walk towards the door.
He opened the door, noticing the cake in your hands and tilting his head.
“Y/N. Hey.” He smiled small. “What are you doing here?” He asked, his eyes looking at the cake in your hands.
“Uhh… I baked you a cake. Happy birthday.” You chuckled nervously, bringing the cake a little higher between you two.
“Oh… Wow. Um, come in.” He stepped to the side, and you walked in. His place was empty, but neat. It was very him. His tv played an old sitcom on low volume and there was a beer out on the coffee table in the middle of the living room.
“Oh, uh, the kitchen is over here.” Loki locked the door and led you to the kitchen.
You set the cake down on the counter in the kitchen, turning to David.
“How’d you know it was my birthday? I’ve never mentioned it.” He questioned.
“The captain told me.” You chuckled and he rolled his eyes.
“Of course he did.” David nodded his head.
“It’s carrot cake. I know you don’t like sweet stuff, but I think carrot cake is the least sweet it could get.” You smiled at each other.
“I’ve never had carrot cake.” He replied.
You groaned and began opening the cake lid. “Forks?” David went to a drawer and got two forks, handing them to you. You stabbed into the cake, not worrying about cutting the cake. You put the cake in Loki’s direction. He stared at you, cocking an eyebrow.
Were you trying to feed him? He thought.
You shrugged your shoulders, “Come on. Enlighten me.”
He hesitantly opened his mouth and you put the piece of cake in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed it and made a “Hm” sound.
“Hm? What does that mean?” You chuckled. He laughed and smiled at you.
“I like it.” He said, pausing, questioning his next words. “Give me another piece.”
You smiled brightly and nodded. “See? It’s nice having people do stuff for you right?”
Loki only smiled and chewed up the next piece in his mouth.
“This cake isn’t too bitter or too sweet. It’s nice.” He commented. You hummed and nodded your head
“Kinda reminds me of you, Loki.” You gigggled.
David didn’t like how one compliment from you made him flutter. Or one accidental touch of each other’s hands.
Well, maybe he liked it a bit.
But he didn’t understand it. You both sat there for a second, enjoying the silence.
“Why did you come over today?” David asked, putting on a confused expression, which he immediately covered up and rushed, “Not that I’m not appreciative! I’m just curious?” He asked.
“I didn’t want you to be alone.” You smiled, “I figured you’d enjoy some company, for once.”
“You’re the only company I enjoy.” He mumbled, blinking harshly and looking at anything but you. You smiled, placing a hand over his. David’s eyes widened for a moment, but he quickly acted like it didn’t faze him. Really, your hand made his heart stop. God, you were perfect. In every way.
“Oh, wanna hear something funny?” You snickered, making an uncomfortable face. Loki nodded, his face still smiling. You’d never seen him smile so much in one day.
“I was getting coffee in the break room, and Mulroney came up to me and was like “Looks like there’s a new hot detective in the building.”” You imitated the officer’s voice, “God, it was so bad and uncomfortable.” You laughed, remembering the awkward encounter you had with the man. David felt jealous, knowing someone flirted with you, but he also felt relieved you didn’t reciprocate the feelings.
“Mulroney’s got a wife, anyway.” David rolled his eyes, jealousy rising to his throat.
“Yeah, and a few kids. He told me about them when I first joined here.” You replied, tsking. “I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything.” You changed the conversation, “I didn’t know what you would like.”
He shook his head, smiling at you reassuringly.
“I wasn’t even expecting you to visit. This is enough. Thank you.” Loki said gratefully. “I’ve never had someone… celebrate with me.”
“Never?” You asked in shock.
He shook his head again in response, not making eye contact with you. You cupped the side of his face.
“Well, we can spend your birthdays together. If you want.” You shrugged, smiling at him. Loki’s heart warmed. It was a feeling he was not used to by a longshot. He was used to people being off-put by him, or people not wanting to be around him. Why were you any different?
He didn’t even care. He was just glad it was you.
David leaned forward and kissed your hand on his cheek, looking at you for a reaction. When he noticed you didn’t pull away, he kissed your wrist, then up your arm. You met the man’s lips halfway and finally did what you’d been thinking about for the last couple of months.
Your lips touched softly. He kissed you lightly, like you were gonna crack under too much pressure.
You pushed your lips to his with more force, which surprised him. Your hand reached for his, entangling your hands together. You pulled his hand to your waist, placing it there. David’s pants felt tighter and the air felt warmer. He hadn’t wanted someone like he wanted you in so long. It almost felt like love. You pushed towards him, slowly making your way to his lap.
David was surprised by how hungry you seemed. He knew you were a strong woman, but you always seemed so sweet and timid. He kept his hand on your hip, bringing his other hand to your other hip to help you transfer from your seat and into his lap.
“Is it too late to give you a birthday gift?” You whispered, the both of you laughing.
“Mm-mm.” He mumbled, following your lips and kissing them again. You ran your hands through his hair and tugged gently. He let out the most delicious moan you’d ever heard.
I wonder how many women actually get to see him like this. You wondered to yourself.
You tugged on his hair again, smiling to yourself. David lifted the both of you up from the seat and placed you on his counter.
“You taste like the cake.” He kissed your jaw, then your ear. He moved down to your neck, causing you to moan out. You instinctively rolled your hips against his, and he moaned, grabbing your waist and holding you in place.
“I- I haven’t done anything in a long time.” He admitted. “I just- Im always so busy, and I don’t like anyo-“
You kissed his lips gently, “You don’t have to explain to me, David.”
Hearing his first name roll off of your lips like that - It did things to him he was never aware of. He wanted you to call him ‘David’ for the rest of his life. You wrapped your hands around David’s neck, pulling him tighter to you. You both mashed your lips together, your teeth almost clashing.
David kissed his way down to your neck, biting your jawline.
“Oh, David…” You sighed softly, letting your eyes shut. His hands pushed your hips against him and you both groaned out. You clung onto him and rolled your hips against his, the both of you desperately grinding against each other like you’d just discovered the feeling of it.
David grunted, your hips moving in perfect sync against each other. You desperately kissed him again, moaning into his mouth. He moved down to your neck,
“Bedroom…” He bit and sucked little spots on your neck.
You shook your head, “Fuck me right here.” You spoke dirtily, laughing against his lips. David moaned against your skin and you grabbed onto the jeans he was wearing, pulling them by the belt loops. “Fuck me right here, David.” You repeated, moaning. David pulled you against him, growling.
“I want you to call me by my first name from now on.” He said.
“Oh, now you want me to call you by your first name?” You giggled, stopping when you saw David’s straight face. You nodded, “I will.” He pushed up the t-shirt you were wearing, revealing a red bra, making him groan.
“You planned this, hm?” David asked, kissing your ear. “Wanted to come over here so I could fuck you?”
You moaned loudly, pleasure spreading to your stomach at his words.
“I didn’t plan it, but… I hoped.” You both chuckled, and David cupped your face, kissing you deeply. He pulled down your sweatpants and red panties, balling the red panties in his knuckles. He sniffed them, his eyes almost rolling at your sweet scent. You blushed as you saw David shoved the panties into the back pocket of his jeans.
“Come here.” He pulled your body towards his. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and his strong arms lifted you up, moving the both of you down a hallway. “As much as I’d like fucking you in my kitchen - I want you to be comfortable for our first time.” He explained. He opened a door, walked into the room, and dropped you. Your back hit a fluffy gray comforter and David crawled on top of you. He kissed your lips slowly, taking in how your lips felt against his.
You weren’t having it. You pushed against him, moving your body on top of his. You kissed down to his neck and pushed up his gray shirt. You reached down for the zipper of his jeans and unzipped them, unbuttoning them while you’re at it. You pushed the fabric down and palmed his erection through his boxers.
He groaned out, and you kissed his neck, licking softly. You licked and bit right underneath his ear and above his neck, and you felt him shiver and let out a whimper-like sound. Your pussy dripped with desire at the sound and you pushed your hand against him again, drinking in all his moans.
Finally, you pushed his boxers down, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock and stroking him up and down lightly, slowly at first.
“I can’t even think about how long I’ve wanted to do this with you.” You said longingly, licking at his neck. You stroked his cock faster, circling your hand when you came up on his tip. His hips jolted up against your hand, his eyes already rolling behind his head. You kissed his neck and traveled down his chest, stopping at his hip bones and biting down playfully on his left hip.
“Hey!” He chuckled, looking down at you. You smiled at him and kissed the spot you bit, licking it lightly. David’s mouth fell open, admiring you. You kissed his stomach, making him squirm upwards, trying to get you where he needed you most. You hummed, admiring the v-line on his body. You kissed the middle of his stomach, finally, tonguing the tip of his cock with your tongue. You swirled your tongue around his tip, and wrapped your lips around him. David moaned out. It had been so long since he’d had any sexual contact, and your mouth on him already made him wanna lose it.
You began bobbing your head, giving his tip extra attention every time you came back up with your tongue. Your hand stroked the base of his cock, making sure to give attention to every part of him.
“Oh, fuck.. Fuck, y/n.” He moaned, and you hummed around his cock. You removed your hand from the base of his dick, and hollowed your cheeks, sliding your mouth down his cock as far as you could go. His hips pushed up against you, and your gagged slightly. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, fucking him with your mouth and moaning around him. David snaked a hand into your hair, fisting a handful in his hand. He held your head in place and thrusted his hips up into your mouth, shaky moans leaving his mouth.
“God, you feel so good. Fuck, I wanna be inside of you.” He couldn’t control his mouth with you. Everything he’d been holding inside came out as a dirty sentence. “Mmm, I love fucking your mouth. I wanna fill up that little hole, then I want you to swallow it all down.”
His hips fucked your mouth faster, making you gag. He pulled your mouth off of his dick, and you took a deep breath. A string of spit fell onto Loki’s thigh, coating him with his pre-cum and your spit. David smiled at you and moved your head to look up at him.
“Come here.” He said, and you obliged, crawling up to him. “Today, though… I wanna fill that little pussy up instead.”
You kissed his lips and wrapped your legs on either side of him.
“Well, it is your birthday, baby.” You smirked.
“I didn’t think you’d be like this. I’ve imagined it a lot, but you’re always so… innocent when I see you.”
“You make me like this.” You purred, biting his jawline and kissing up to his ear. David laughed deep in his throat,
“Good. I like you like this.” He praised. You bit your lip and rolled your hips against his hard cock, making the both of you moan in pleasure. David moved some hair away from your ear and whispered, “Beg me to fuck you. Tell me you want me.”
“I want you so bad, David.” You moaned, carding your hands through his hair and grinding harder. “Want you to fill me up with your cum. ‘ve wanted you for so long, Loki. Been thinking about this since I first saw you.” You desperately whined and rubbed up against him, your head falling back as you leaned back against his knees and circled your hips against him. David could’ve came right then and there, hearing you moan that much just from rubbing your clit against him. He placed his hands on your hips, helping your please yourself on top of him.
“You’re so so beautiful, Y/N.” He awed, reaching up to kiss your face.
David reached between the two of you and grabbed his erection, angling it at your entrance. He pushed into you in one swift motion, giving you no warning. Both you and David cried out, and he gripped your hips with his fingers harshly. He stilled inside of you and flipped the both of you over, so you were underneath him.
“You feel so good.” David whispered, leaning down to kiss your collarbone and start slowly moving his hips in and out of you. “Goddd, so good.”
“Fuck me hard, baby.” You pleaded, rolling your hips against him.
“I will, honey. I just need a second.” He chuckled. You reached your neck out, kissing David and softly moving your hips against his. He gasped out and stilled your hips with both of his hands. You giggled and he looked up at you seriously. He brought his hand up to grab your face roughly, “It’s my birthday. That means you have to listen to me.” He rasped.
You moaned and nodded.
“You like being told what to do?” David asked. You nodded, again, in response.
“Use your words.” He slapped your face lightly. You moaned and replied,
“Yes.”
“You like it when I slap you?” He asked, and you nodded, breathing out another soft,
“Yes.”
“Mmm, you’re so obedient, baby doll.” He pecked your cheek, finally starting to thrust his hips. “Look at what you do to me.” He kissed you, biting down on your bottom lip.
You and David were practically tangled up in each other, his hips thrusting into you steadily. The both of you just wanted to feel how each other felt together. It almost felt like lovemaking, the way he peppered sweet kisses all over your face, and the way he gently pushed back into you. He was so handsome, and you were so beautiful.
David finally picked up his pace, beginning to slam his hips against you much rougher.
“Fuck.. Oh, please… David-“ You whimpered out and he kissed your neck, “Just like that.”
“I love your body, baby. You’re so perfect.” His hands roamed every bit of you that they could, and his hand traveled between the two of you to rub your clit.
David picked up his pace, the both of you moaning and obscenities leaving your mouth.
You were begging him over and over like it was the only thing you knew how to do. A long slew of “Please fuck me harder, please make me cum, please, right there PLEASE, David.”
His hands were on the sides of your face now, holding your neck up by your head, and looking deep into your eyes. Your nose’s pressed together and his eyebrows knit together tight. David’s mouth fell open in pleasure as his hips pounded into you now. All you could do was moan and take it. You felt so dazed that you couldn’t even think. One of David’s hands came down to your neck, his two hands pushing and pulling against your neck. You knew you were gonna be sore tomorrow - no - after, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. The fact that you made David feel this good, just by yourself, was enough for you to never stop. The man looked absolutely feral. He was growling, his hips were pistoning in and out of you, his hair was falling in his face. You brushed his hair back with one of your hands, keeping yourself steady on his shoulders. David had you pulled up so close to him that your back wasn’t even against the sheets of his bed anymore. The only thing that kept you up were his hands on your face and neck.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He groaned out. Your gripped his hair between your fingers, holding onto him for dear life.
“Fill me up, David. Cum inside me.” You whined, moaning with every hit of his hips and rub of his thumb. His breath hitched and he breathed shakily,
“Fuck, fuck, cum on my cock. I need to feel you cum, pretty girl.” His hips struggled from the pleasure and his nearing edge. The feeling of him inside of you, his fingers on your clit, and his hands on your neck, made your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.
David kissed you roughly, drinking in all of your moans and cumming inside of you. He groaned as he spilled into you, his breath running away from him.
“Oh, my fuck… fucking god.” David breathed out, slowly setting your back against the sheets of his bed again. Your body shook and you closed your eyes. David slipped out of you and went to the side, pulling you with him and bringing you up to his chest.
Your body shook and you clung onto David. He brought a blanket up to your shoulders and kissed your forehead.
“Can I take you out to dinner?” David whispered. You let out a breathy laugh,
“You know… usually dinner comes before the sex.” You joked.
David chuckled lightly and pulled back from you to look down at you.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized, blushing.
You giggled and reached up to kiss him. “Yes. You can take me out to dinner.”
“We can go to the diner.” He suggested, “There aren’t very many nice places to eat in Conyers. Plus, we had our first breakfast together as partners at that diner. Now, we can have our first dinner as a couple…”
You smiled at him, your heart warm at your new label and how he remembered that morning. You never really thought about it, but it was your first breakfast together. Typically, David would never say much over the breakfast’s you shared, but your presence meant more to him than you could ever know.
He was always alone before you. Not anymore, though.
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actuallysaiyan · 1 year
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Kinktober Day 11: Cockwarming(Can't Lose You)
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warnings/kinks: smuttiness, Alucard's trauma is mentioned, kissing, some fluff, cockwarming pairings: Alucard x Fem!Reader word count: 0.9k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower
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It’s late at night, and he feels like he can’t sleep. He’s been tossing and turning for hours now, but he knows that he doesn’t want to interrupt your sleep. He slides out of bed and makes his way down to the kitchen. Alucard sinks a glass of water in seconds, hoping to soothe that hot feeling deep inside of him. It’s the same nightmares every time, and while he has come a long way from his trauma, he knows that it will still crop up from time to time.
He sits in the reading room near the kitchen and he lights a fire. It’s a chilly winter night, and he doesn’t want to go back to bed. As soon as he opens his book, he becomes engrossed in the fiction printed there. A story of kings and queens and dragons. For a little while, he feels at ease. The story draws him in more and more until he feels like he is part of the story. It’s not long before you turn over in the bed and reach out for him.
You feel your heart racing when you realize he isn’t here anymore. A sad sigh falls from your lips as you realize what must have happened. After pulling on your robe, you make your way downstairs. You look in a few rooms for him, but don’t find him. And just like Alucard, you make your way into the kitchen. You have a glass of water and then decide to return to bed. But you hear the crackling of a fire coming from Alucard’s favorite reading room. You gently knock on the door which pulls him from his imagination.
“Come in,” Alucard calls out, and you open the door.
The room has a cozy vibe to it. The fire warms your cold bones and Alucard looks at peace. You know he probably had a nightmare, which upsets you. Your heart wrenches when you realize that he is trying to read to keep his mind off of the trauma. You walk over to him and you lean down to kiss his lips. This makes him smile softly.
“My angel,” he murmurs. “How nice of you to come check up on me.”
“I missed you. You weren’t in our bed.”
He laughs softly, “I didn’t want to disturb you. But you have a way of sussing me out, don’t you?”
You manage to curl up on his lap, and Alucard returns to his reading. You wiggle a bit on his lap, making him grunt. You always have this way about you that turns him on. It makes him feel a little restless when you’re like this. Soon, he closes the book and places it aside. His hands are on your waist and he pulls you even closer. Kisses are all over your face before he lets his hand slide up your nightgown.
“Would my little dove like a little attention?” He asks, and you nod eagerly.
Alucard chuckles, “How about you settle on my cock and I’ll read to you?”
You like that idea very much. He manages to pull his cock out and you give it a few strokes to get it nice and hard for you. He turns you around so your back rests on his chest. Then he guides you to sink down on his cock, and you’re both panting at the wonderful pleasure. You try to move your hips, but he stills you. He doesn’t want you to move just yet.
“Please, my love. Just let me feel you like this,”
You whine, “but Alucard…”
A soft kiss is pressed behind your ear, “Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good in due time.”
You both sigh at the pleasure, and soon you’re relaxing. Your walls are fluttering all around him, making his thoughts a little more impure. He wants to be good to you and just let you relax, but it certainly is hard for him to concentrate like this. He’s always wanted to do something like this, but it’s never crossed his mind that he could just ask you to be still like this while on his cock.
“You feel divine,” he murmurs against your neck.
“You do too, Adrian.”
His heart skips a beat, “You know I love it when you call me that.”
It’s not long before the two of you sit back in the chair and he picks up his book again. All that can be heard is the crackling of the fire and his soft voice reading to you. The story is quite a bit engrossing, and it makes you both relax. The steady pulsing of your walls makes his voice crack a few times, but he is good to keep going. It’s not long before you begin wiggling again and that makes him sigh. He spanks your thigh lightly, which surprises you. Alucard isn’t usually rough with you, but you know you’re playing with fire now.
“Be a good girl,” he warns.
You giggle, “but Adrian, you feel so good.”
Another sigh escapes him. This time, one of his arms snakes around your waist and holds you completely still. You let out a whine, but when you feel his lips on your neck, you know better than to argue. He gets you to settle once more against his chest and he picks up from where he left off.
Alucard will please you, but only if you’re going to continue to be a good girl.
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🔭 ₊ ⊹ ~֒ forgive
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pairing: loki laufeyson x female reader
universe: mcu (marvel cinematic universe)
timeline: during thor ragnarok
word count: 0.7k words
cw: hurt/comfort
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You continue to stand observing the stars from afar, glimmering luminously before your eyes. Asgard has just been destroyed due to the events of Ragnarok and the people have lost their home — for now. They were currently heading towards Midgard via a spaceship to take refuge there. Midgardians were one of the lesser intelligent species across the nine realms, but they could be very welcoming at times. Maybe they could build a new life over there���
Footsteps begin to advance towards you from behind, causing you to snap out of your thoughts and turn toward the disruption, only to spot the God of Mishcief approaching you.
A surprised yet secretly pleased expression forms on your face at the sight of Loki. You hadn’t had a proper conversation with him ever since your… fight. About him faking his death twice and impersonating Odin for years and posing to be king and betraying all of Asgard and especially you.
Yeah. A fight was one way to put it.
“Loki,” you breathe softly.
Loki connects his emerald eyes with yours, seeming to be holding something back. He was never one to hesitate, you knew that. He was always so outspoken — you’ve never seen him so rattled like this.
“I… I’m sorry, and I love you,” he mumbles in a soft tone, breaking the eye contact.
Your eyes quickly shoot up towards his, surprised with his sudden burst of affection. Before you could even gather up the words to speak up, he interupts you.
“You don’t have to say anything or even forgive me, but… I realize that I haven't been the best partner to you, and for that I am.. sorry. You have only ever been good to me, and," he stops himself to gently grab your hands and pull you closer. "You deserve so much more. I promise to you that I will do better. If you will let me.”
He sighs deeply, finally maintaining the eye contact and taking a step towards you.
“I’ve missed you since the moment you walked away from me, and I deepy regret letting you go so easily. That will never happen again — I promise.”
After all these years, you are finally hearing the words you’ve been longing to hear from Loki — and then some. You always thought it was a farfetched fantasy, but for once, it actually feels as though he was willing to change. That this time might be different.
You’ve already made the same mistake — twice — forgiving him then only for him to repeat the same mistake and somehow make it worse than how it was before. But, that’s the thing. Even after all his lies, all the betrayals you have endured because of him…
You never once regretted forgiving him.
“The Loki Odinson, God of Mischief, owning up to his past? My, where have I been this whole time?”
Loki playfully rolls his eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, darling.”
A soft yet meaningful smile curves on your lips as you take a moment to process the last word that he said.
“You haven’t called me that since our fight.”
“And you haven’t looked at me with those eyes ever since I faked my death.”
“With what eyes?” You raise an oblivious eyebrow, fully knowing what he was talking about.
Loki softly shakes his head at your teasing before you let out a light chuckle once more. You gaze upon the long-haired frost giant, biting your inner cheek as you watch Loki being vulnerable to you for the first time.
"Loki," you call out in a soft tone, one gentle hand snaking up to his shoulder. "I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have let go of you so easily either. You were right — I was too quick to give up on us. But, never again. This time, we’ll try even harder to make things truly work. Agreed?”
A soft smile forms on his face — one that was sincere in a way that he never usually shows.
“Agreed.”
Before you could even react one more second, Loki cuts you off with an action that he only does once every blue moon. An action that neither of you can even recall when he last did it.
You feel gentle arms wrap you in a warm embrace. Being in his mere presence made you feel safe and at home — in a way that not even your physical home has ever made you feel. But being with him — reuniting with Loki once more — you knew, with the utmost confidence, that he was your true home. And there was no place you would rather be.
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A/N: Request from anon and some of my own ideas that had to be written down because Loki demanded it. This is technically Part II to this Imagine!
Words: 2492 Warnings: implied smut, biting
Your hair was still wet when you got out of the water, your back numb from the gushing waterfall Loki had kept you pressed against while fucking the life out of you and you were sprawled out on the blanket. Loki conjured a soft towel for you both to dry off and afterward, you ended up leaning against his chest as he fed you some of the grapes and read you passages of the book he had brought. It didn’t matter you couldn’t understand Old Norse—his voice was mesmerising either way and certainly the best form of aftercare you’d ever had.
Hours must have gone by. Hours filled with even more sex, passion, and some of the most profound conversations you had had in a while.
But once the sun began to set and the lagoon got darker and darker, Loki stirred and you, much to your dismay, decided to return to the palace through the stables to go unnoticed.
“Thor will decapitate me.”
“As if you care what Thor thinks,” you said, chuckling.
Loki smirked. “I don’t. But I do quite fancy my head, pet.”
Pet. There it was again. Before your mind could swoon over his new nickname for you, you were interrupted by a cute and boyish voice the very moment you entered the stables.
“Prince Loki! Shall I prepare your horse for you?”
The stable boy emerged from behind a wooden wall carrying a pitchfork. He was sweaty from the manual labour and his clothes were filthy from working with the horses. He was cute though. You could tell he had a heart for animals straight away.
“No need, Edri. I’m just passing through. Avoiding attention, you understand.”
“Of c—oh. You brought company. Oh…” He paused, blushing. “You brought beautiful company.”
You smiled at him but not without noticing how Loki tensed up right next to you. His arm came up to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to make a statement. Edri immediately cleared his throat and forcefully ripped his gaze away from you.
“Well then… I haven’t seen either of you, my prince.”
“Thank you.”
“Loki? Can I see your horse?”
“I’ve just fed her. She’s right over there?” Edri offered before he could answer.
Loki gave you a smirk and a defeated sigh. “Very well.”
The experience did not disappoint. After Edri led you into one of the boxes, you were greeted by one of the most beautiful black mares you had ever laid your eyes upon. She seemed friendly—and she immediately let you touch her and even neighed in delight when Edri slid you an apple to feed to her.
“What’s her name?”
“Skelmir—it’s Old Norse for Trickster,” Loki answered.
You chuckled. “So she’s as mischievous as you then?”
“Occasionally.” He winked.
“She likes you. Skelmir is one of the shyer horses around here,” Edri explained. “Animals can tell if one has a good heart.” His gaze was soft and gentle—and it lingered long enough to make Loki seethe, it seemed.
“We should head inside now. Shall we? Edri.” His voice was stern and you chuckled once more, realising with a start that Loki was jealous the stable boy was flirting with you. There was no real danger here, of course—he was cute but it was Loki who had stolen your heart. But you were flattered. The fact that he was jealous meant he cared, right?
You nodded, tearing your mesmerised glance off of Skelmir, and followed Loki back into the palace. Not even a moment later, an aggressive voice echoed through the palace walls.
“Loki!”
Loki sighed. “What?”
You both turned, facing a fuming Thor.
“Where were you two? The entire palace was looking for you!” The God of Thunder spoke your name reproachfully. “You were supposed to remain supervised, Father said—“
“I was supervised,” you offered.
“By Loki! There is a reason we have asked you to stay away from him.”
“Oh, please.” What’s the worst thing I could do? Sleep with him? You grinned at your thought.
“Where did you even go? Why is your hair wet?”
Neither of you answered and Thor sighed. “Well, what’s done is done, I just hope Loki didn’t twist your head with his nonsense too much.” Your grin grew even wider—and Loki joined in. Part of you wanted to tell Thor, just to see his reaction but perhaps for now, it was for the best not to tell him that you had quite literally fucked the God of Mischief.
“We’re having a midsummer celebration in the throne room tonight. Everybody is welcome.”
You turned to Loki. “What’s that gonna be like?”
“Drinking, dancing, eating, and karaoke. Surprisingly, it’s not too different from celebrations on Midgard.”
“Karaoke? On Asgard? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Well, I’d dare assume the songs we sing are nothing like what you are used to from Midgard but essentially, the concept is the same.”
“I won’t miss that then. But only if you get up there and sing too,” you teased, grinning at him. Thor tilted his head in confusion, clearly not used to somebody being all flirty with his adopted brother.
“I’ll have a maid sent to the guest chambers to dress you for the occasion,” Loki said. And with that, and perhaps to not raise even more suspicion in Thor, he walked off with a final wink.
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You didn’t realise how hungry you were until the maid came knocking on your door about an hour later, a selection of dresses in her hands—the decision was quickly made to wear the green one she had brought. It took her half an hour to get your still a little damp hair situated before finally, she escorted you to the throne room that had transformed into what could only be described as a food hall.
Your eyes scanned the room and you smiled awkwardly when Volstagg waved at you.
“Looking for someone in particular?” Loki offered, appearing behind you. Your heart skipped a beat and you spun around, joining him at the table he led you to. The other people chatting away and drinking there you did not recognise but that wasn’t important. Not even the fact that Volstagg and the others looked downright shocked upon you choosing to sit with Loki rather than with them mattered.
“You look beautiful, pet. One could mistake you for an Asgardian.”
“Thank you. I’ll blend in then. Is that the stage for the karaoke?” You pointed at an elevated platform next to the throne.
“It is indeed,” Loki said while a maid came by to pour you drinks.
“I don’t see a microphone.”
“You don’t need one. The stage is enhanced with magic. Once you step on it, your voice will be heard across the entire throne room.”
You clinked your glasses and then, the celebrations began.
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You got tipsy fast, the Asgardian mead messing with your mind only one drink in. Loki needed a few more to let go. You learned from one of the men sitting at the table with you that Loki used to be the most hedonistic party guest one could possibly invite to a celebration.
You did not doubt it—because after a few more drinks, Loki stumbled on stage and sang an Old Norse song. He even changed to lyrics of the chorus to English so you could sing, clap and dance along and just for once, it seemed, all was well.
No one was judging him for attempting to take over Earth but rather for how much mead he’d already downed. You’d possibly never had this much fun in your life. And even though you’d refrained from singing a song yourself, you soon found yourself in Loki’s arms, dancing like there was no tomorrow.
The sexual tension between you grew with every beat until eventually, the God of Mischief leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Let me take you to my chambers, pet.”
You nodded with wide eyes, unable to ignore the wanton pulsing between your legs. Next thing you knew, you were on Loki’s bed on his armchair in his chambers, kissing him senseless.
“Loki…” you mumbled against his lips. “I wanna…” Another kiss, leaving you breathless.
“Wanna suck you off…” you choked out. Loki pulled away for a moment, surprise evident on his gorgeous face. He tilted his head with parted lips.
“You truly are the most peculiar mortal I have ever met.”
You grinned. “Would you say I’m also the most endearing one?”
Fuck, you felt like a teenager again. Loki and you spent half the night making out, exploring each other’s bodies, and coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of one another. By morning, he was familiar with every square inch of your skin and the soreness between your legs… it spoke for itself when you opened your eyes in his chambers when the sun was up again, naked, satisfied, and happy. Heavens, you’d spent the night making love to a god, after all! Life couldn’t get any better than that… right?
You rolled over, briefly distracted by a stinging pain in your neck. Ouch. Loki had gotten quite rough at some point last night, attacking your sensitive skin with his teeth and sucking and nibbling wherever his mouth had landed on.
“Good morning, pet…” Loki purred.
You smiled sleepily. “Good morning.” You sighed. “I want to spend the entire day in bed,” you stated. But then, your stomach growled.
Loki chuckled. “I’d dare say your body disagrees and needs sustenance after all the… activities last night.”
Reluctantly, you got out of bed. He was not wrong. You were starving. You walked over to the mirror naked, examining the hickeys he gave you last night. The one on your neck wasn’t a hickey though. It was an actual bite mark.
“Shit, Loki, I had no idea you’d be so kinky in bed.” You chuckled, practically admiring it. Loki came up behind you, his hands stroking over your upper arms as his blue gaze crossed yours in the reflection.
“Does it hurt?”
“Not more than hickey, surprisingly. I suppose you don’t have make-up here to cover this up though? That’d be easier than explaining to the rest of Asgard why the Earth girl suddenly has a bite mark on her neck.”
Loki waved his hand and the bruise disappeared. “Wait, did you…”
“It’s still there. I’ve concealed it. We can head to the healing room once you’re dressed.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Loki!”
The banging on the door that followed had the God of Mischief sigh.
“Loki, I know you’re in there! There’s someone here to see you. You have a lot of explaining to do, brother!”
Loki frowned.
“Who?” you asked quietly.
“I don’t know. I don’t normally get visitors from other realms. At least none that announce themselves officially and march straight through the palace doors. Get dressed, pet. I shall take you to the healing room right after.”
You nodded, putting on the clothes he conjured for you, and gave your hair a quick brush before you followed him outside, making sure that nobody saw you leaving his chambers. You made your way through sun-kissed hallways. It was a beautiful morning and you could already smell the Asgardian delicacies waiting to fill your tummy.
Still, you were curious about who Loki’s mysterious and unannounced visitor was. So you joined him, pushing the thought of breakfast to the back of your mind for now. In sight came a blonde woman with a suit of armour very similar to Loki’s, a guard right next to her to ensure she didn’t pose a threat.
“Who is that?” you whispered.
Loki swallowed thickly, his lips parted. His voice was a mix of relief and surprise. “That… Sylvie.”
“Your Asgard doesn’t look too different from mine, actually,” she said by way of a greeting.
“What are you doing here?”
“What, are you not happy to see me?” she mocked. Loki pulled her into an embrace. You felt a twang of jealousy inside of you.
“I’m glad to see you’re okay. Come in. And tell me what you’ve been up to. Have you heard from Mobius?”
“Not yet. Communication is a bit brittle across time and space. I have a lead on Renslayer though. You won’t like to hear it but she was last seen with Kang.”
“Great. So that’s another problem on our growing list.”
“Who’s that?” Sylvie nodded toward you and all of a sudden, you felt self-conscious about yourself. You lifted your chin in a feeble attempt to feign confidence.
You told her your name before Loki could answer, followed by a quick explanation as to why you were here. “And who exactly are you?” you asked then.
“She’s… me,” Loki answered for her. “Well, not exactly me but one of my Variants—from another corner of the multiverse, if you will.”
“Please tell me you’re joking.”
“Sometimes I wish I was, pet.”
“Pet? What’s going on?” Sylvie scanned your form—then, her eyes fell on your neck. “Is that… You idiot! You marked her?”
You frowned. How could she even see it? But you supposed that if she was a Loki, then she was able to see right through his concealment. “What? What does that mean?”
“She’s human, Loki! It’s a miracle she’s even alive!”
Loki glared at her, daring her to keep speaking all the while your confusion kept growing. Marked you? What the hell was that supposed to mean?
“Can we speak about this in private? Preferably where not the entire palace can hear us?”
“Loki, what does she mean?”
“The bite mark of a Frost Giant,” Sylvie explained coldly, “it’s like a magical seal that signifies a partnership between two Frost Giants.”
“So… what… does that mean I have magic in my veins right now?”
Sylvie ignored you. “What were you thinking, Loki?”
“I was drunk!”
“Of course you were.”
“Oh, don’t think for a second I wouldn’t have done this had I not been. She’s fine.”
Just this morning, you had asked yourself what exactly Loki and you were. Calling him your boyfriend seemed inappropriate but quite apparently, you now had an answer to your question. Partner.
Loki did not seem like the type of person who would sleep with just anyone. Having fun and giving pleasure was one thing but even then… the God of Mischief surely was selective with his lovers. You bit your lower lip. You hadn’t known about the meaning of this bite mark but you couldn’t say you minded it. If that was his way of making you his, you’d receive it with open arms. You could only imagine the exciting kind of future you’d have with Loki—even if it would take a while to convince whoever this Sylvie was that just because you were human, that didn’t mean you’d let anyone mess with you or keep you away from the cheeky God of Mischief.
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It’s been a hot day here in the southern hemisphere of Midgard, so humid and sticky (and not the good kind). Could you tempt Jotunn Loki to cool things down (and maybe heat things up in a good way)?? 🥵😍
I hope its still hot today 🔥 I'm in a very wanky wankst mood this week I'm sorry.
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Jotun Loki x Reader Smutty - w/c 300
"Please let me suck it..." you whined, as Loki spread his thighs wider. You ran your palms up the naked blue muscles, every bulge in his jotunn enhanced femurs straining shades of cerulean as you shuffled closer. Hoping.
"Absolutely not." he gasped, his grip tightening around the gargantuan shaft. One hand stroked in devastating precision, the other grasped around a shimmering cube as he threw his head back, dark curls spread over tensed shoulders.
"You would be sealed to me in seconds-" he choked, making you whimper. You trailed your nose up his inner thigh, the biting chill making it tingle. "Is..is what you w-wish? To be inescapably, p-painfully, irrevocably...gods..fastened to my c-cock-"
You nodded coyly against his skin, fighting the chill. You knew he was right but fuck, right now you'd risk it.
"Maybe another...uhhh f-fuck..time... " he chuckled with difficulty, wide sapphire hips tilting upwards with every thrust as you hovered by the shuddering tip.
Loki's huge fist was merciless, his brow furrowing in desperate pleasure as you parted your lips. "Let's cool you dow- down, shall we?" he grunted through shortening breaths, low moans rumbling in his core as he edged himself across the final precipice.
Your tongue meekly lapped the tip of his cobalt shaft, feeling the saliva harden instantly against the frozen skin. You pulled it away with a wince. Loki released an animalistic groan at the sight, shuddering forwards with a clenched cry of your name.
The cool seed spattered your cheeks, flooding your tongue with force. You stilled, letting it drip from the corners of your mouth down your chin to your chest. There was always so much. Like soft sorbet on summer's hottest day. And he was always so obliging, such a benevolent god to his fragile mortal and her petty needs.
Your fingers traced the streams of his cum, rubbing swathes of the chilled liquid into your breasts with a moan of satisfaction. The relief would last for hours. Loki gaped, his stare smouldering through half lidded eyes.
"I will never tire of cooling you down, pet." he panted slowly, skin blossoming back to its paler form as he released his grip from the casket.
"Good thing you always make me so hot then..." you purred, rising and crawling into your god's wide lap. Loki groaned again.
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