Hiii so I’m this is a 3am idea but could you do a Loki x reader one shot based off green green dress from Tick Tick boom? I LOVE YOUR WORK
Hiii Amelia! i looooooved this idea, I was so excited when I read it. I hope you like what I came up with!
Green (Green) Dress (Loki x f. reader)
warnings: 18+
tags: prince Loki, reader is from Vanaheim, dress ripping, thor has a wife, also he's king, this is the dress I was picturing
Can I tie you up love?
If you tell me yes
I'll unbutton every button down your green, green dress
The Bifrost spit you out as usual, in an overwhelming blur of colors and the sensation of being hit in the chest by an iron fist.
You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut, cursing the shimmering gold buildings in the distance that caught the sun. Asgard was far too bright at 8 a.m.
Heimdall looked down from his pedestal at you, offering nothing but a respectful nod of his head. You smiled back meekly, trying to resist the urge to hurl on the glittering floor.
When you got your bearings, you adjusted your grip on your overnight bag and hiked up your skirts, beginning the long journey down the rainbow bridge. Early morning mist curled its tendrils around the edges of the walkway. It smelled of salt and olive trees as you drew closer to the castle, reminders of early fall.
You had a few hours before the luncheon that morning celebrating King Thor’s first treaty, and unfortunately you knew exactly what to expect. A dreadfully dull morning full of speeches, toasts, and not enough alcohol. The niceties would fade as the sun went down, the old people would go to bed, and then a party, raucous and full of too much mead would take its place. You’d been invited as a guest of honor, and you couldn’t exactly decline the invitation as a powerful woman from the other Realm in the treaty.
It’s just one night, you said, sighing. Hopefully you could sneak off early to the library.
One thing held your spirits slightly higher than normal, however. A formal event always got your heart racing, not for the political bullshit but for the dress-up. You loved the process, laying down tints and glitter on your eyes and cheeks, sliding into high heels and silk skirts that brushed your ankles whenever you moved. Nothing was more fun to you than a transformation. Tonight’s dress was going to turn heads, if you had any say in it.
You knew it was provocative to wear one of the Prince’s colors, even more so as a guest of honor. It was an unspoken tradition, and Asgardian girls that made the mistake of wearing red to a ball rarely ever made that mistake again after experiencing a glowering stare from Thor’s queen.
But the green dress had been practically molded to your body, and there was no way in Hel you would be prevented from wearing it.
You took the long way to the palace, winding your way through groves of olive trees and stopping for deep breaths at rose bushes taller than your head. As you rounded a corner you were suddenly stopped in your tracks, drawing a quiet gasp as you recognized the raven curls that were sprawled under an orange tree, bent over a book. You backtracked immediately, trying to escape without being seen, but a severe brow suddenly looked up from his book and sat up a little straighter.
“My apologies, Prince Loki,” you said with a respectful bow. “I didn’t realize you’d be here, I-”
“Thought you’d be able to trespass in the gardens alone?” said Loki in a soft but terrifying voice. You kept your face set in stone, but your stomach flipped. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but his gaze sent little jolts of panic into your limbs.
“Well, yeah,” you said, deciding that coming clean was your safest bet.
“I see,” said Loki, and he stood, stretching his long limbs. “Here to facilitate my brother’s peacocking, I assume?” he continued, sounding bored.
“Against my will,” you said with a smirk. The constant quarreling of the Asgardian brothers was well-known, even as far away as Midgard, and you might as well play into it.
Loki raised an eyebrow at this, the smallest sign that you had intrigued him.
“Likewise…” he murmured, his nose wrinkling with the thought of the fast-approaching afternoon.
“I should leave you,” you said, anxious about other unexpected eyes in the garden.
“Find me, tonight,” Loki said as you turned to walk away. You looked back, raising an eyebrow at his request.
‘It won’t be hard, I’ll be right next to the king, on that same stupid pedestal,” said Loki, smirking. “I only mean that if you’d wish to escape drunken warriors, I’m quite familiar with this place…”
“I’ll be in green,” you replied with a nod. “You come find me.” With a turn of your heel, you left the garden.
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The fabric felt like water on your skin as you slid it over your head. Hours had gone by since you’d unexpectedly run into the exact Prince whose color you'd be stealing tonight. The luncheon passed with nothing of note, although you had stolen a few more glances than normal at the mop of black hair at the royal table, and been shocked to find green eyes staring back on every occasion. You’d managed to excuse yourself for your outfit change, and you were nearly running late. Voices were beginning to drift up the stairs from the party that was well underway.
At last, your earrings were on and your shoes were buckled. You painted your lips a pale shade of pink and stepped into view of the full-length mirror. If you were honest, you’d outdone yourself.
It was the most vibrant shade of emerald green, cinched at the waist and cascading in gentle strips down your legs. A slit nearly as high as your hip let bits of your glowing skin peek through when you walked, and it had mesh sleeves with bits of golden thread woven through into tiny stars.
You felt a million pairs of eyes on you as you crossed the grand threshold into the ballroom.
The God of Mischief didn’t even know your name, but there you were, dark green fabric draping over your hips as if he had picked it out himself. The eldest Asgardians audibly expressed laments of your insolence, while the younger ones stole glances and turned back to their friends and whispered did you see?
Having no group of friends to retreat to, you walked with your head held high to the bar, where you ordered a very strong drink from a bartender who looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You downed it in one gulp and quickly ordered another, begging it to replenish the courage that was failing you. Thankfully, Thor had begun drinking hours before, and after a few minutes was drawing every pair of eyes in the room as he was hoisted by six warriors in the middle of a large dance circle.
One pair of eyes in particular, however, couldn’t be bothered by the commotion.
Loki was looking at you intently, and even from your perch at the bar you could see how bright his eyes were and the smirk that curled his lips.
Your mouth went dry at the intensity of his gaze. He seemed to be either incredibly mad or incredibly pleased; it was hard to tell with a man who thrived in chaos.
He came down off the raised royal platform in slow, methodical steps, your gazes locked on each other’s. A drop of condensation dribbled from your cold glass down your wrist and you shuddered.
Then he was crossing the room, his absence gone unnoticed thanks to Thor’s incredible distraction.
Loki bowed deeply when he was in front of you, a man of tradition only amongst the eyes of his kingdom.
“If it was attention you wanted, my lady, you most certainly have succeeded,” he said, his eyes flitting down to the curve of your breasts and back to your face.
Heat rose in your chest. Even in your heels, he towered inches over you. His finest banquet attire didn’t help, either; the golden pauldron on his shoulders adding so much to his regalness that you were tempted to look down at your shoes. Still, you persisted.
“Oh, I know, I doubt I’ll ever be invited back,” you sighed. “What a shame.”
Loki flashed his teeth at your sarcasm.
“Are you mad at me?” you asked innocently. “I know this is yours and all,” you motioned to the dress.
“Far from it,” Loki said. “I’m thrilled, actually. The drunk antics of my brother are old news. All anyone will be talking about tomorrow will be the mystery girl who dared to wear a green dress and how the prince just couldn’t keep his eyes off her…”
Your drink stopped halfway to your lips. “...is that so?”
“How can I repay you for taking my brother down a peg?” asked Loki, ignoring your question. The curl in his lip persisted.
“You could get me out of here,” you half-laughed, not expecting what came next.
Loki looked at you for a beat, took the glass from your hand and proceeded to down the rest of it. He placed it on the counter and offered you his arm, raising his eyebrows expectantly when you didn’t take it immediately.
“You asked,” he prodded, and then grabbed your arm himself. “Let’s go.” You weren’t quite sure what you were getting into, but you hooked your arm around his bicep, the leather of his armor softer than you’d imagined. He walked you at a brisk pace towards the door.
“Loki, people are watching us leave,” you hissed through your teeth. No answer. He nearly dragged you away from the party, walking swiftly with an energy you’d never quite thought him capable of.
“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” you said once you reached a vacant hallway deep within the castle. You were all too aware of the quiet that had replaced the noise of the party.
“Fuck them,” he said, a glint in his eye. You gripped his arm tighter and smiled, heat spreading to your cheeks. “You obviously have a taste for causing mischief, therefore you’re the most interesting person at that fucking party and therefore the only one worth my time now…any more complaints?” Loki said all in one breath. He’d stopped walking, shifted his grip up to grasp your forearm. The fingers that dug into the skin made your heart speed up.
“No,” you whispered, letting him take a step closer. His eyes raked over your body and it took everything in you not to quiver under him.
“Now…” Loki said, licking his lips. “What to do about this dress?”
His hand reached down to the slit in your dress and let the shimmering fabric slide over two fingertips. The pads of them gently brushed your thigh, and goosebumps erupted in their wake.
“Stunning…” Loki whispered, staring only at your lips. His other hand found the small of your back, pressing on the line of buttons one by one up your spine. Your eyes closed in spite of yourself, and when you opened them again you found lust in Loki’s eyes.
“We shouldn’t…” you murmured. If Loki looked at you like that again you weren’t sure if you’d be able to say no.
“No, we shouldn’t,” murmured Loki back. “But you never were one for playing by the rules, were you…?”
Your mouth fell open and Loki caught it with his own, pressing you against the wall until the weight of him left you gasping.
Flamed licked your body when he kissed you again.
“Touch me,” you breathed against his mouth, and Loki drew back, his pupils blown and lips red and shining. His hands raked up the shimmering green fabric until they met your skin and you gasped, feeling the way his body moved on yours as he tugged at your hips desperately. A groan escaped his lips as your fingers tangled in his hair.
“Please…” Loki whispered against your cheek, breathless already from your lips. “Let me unwrap you from this exquisite thing…” his fingers ran over the pleats on your breasts, making your nipples harden. His lips were sweet with red wine and pillowy soft; you wanted to drown in them.
“Why don’t you rip it off?” you replied in an equally sultry voice. The effect was instantaneous. Loki growled deep in his throat, hiking your skirt up even higher until his hands caressed the soft flesh of your hip bone. In an instant, he was carrying you into the next room as his tongue tangled with yours. He kicked the door closed as you crossed the threshold and set you down again, only to pin you face-first towards the door.
“Say it again,” he said, breathing into your neck. His hands toyed with the buttons, like his fingers were itching to destroy.
“Tear it off of me,” your moan muffled by the weight of him against you.
With an obscene ripping sound, Loki split all 20 buttons down the back of the gown with a casual yank. The gauzy fabric gave nearly instantly, and it fell in a heap at your feet. You turned to face him, completely bare, and found a self-satisfied grin on his face. With a snap of his fingers, his clothes vanished as well.
“Come here, you little minx,” he grumbled, his hands grasping your hips to hoist you easily from the ground. Your legs wrapped around his waist and he pressed you into the mattress, his cock trapped between you as his body encompassed yours.
“Oh, sweet girl…” he groaned. His tip was already leaking clear fluid onto your stomach. You swiped some up with your finger and sucked it off while he watched you, tasting delicious salt dance on your tongue.
“Let me taste you…” Loki murmured between the kisses he lay on your collarbones. “Let me dive into your thighs and never come up…”
You nodded desperately, eyes wide with want. He kissed all the way down your body, leaving wet marks on each breast and down your pelvic bone. He looked at you as he spread your folds apart, piercing you with his green eyes as he took a long, flat lick along your slit.
“Fuck…” you cried, your hips twitching at the sudden rush of pleasure. “Fuck, Loki, oh my god…”
Loki was laving at your clit with the tip of his tongue, holding your hips to his face when you tried to squirm. Heat built in your core and you clapped a hand to your mouth to stifle your moans.
“No, be loud for me, babygirl…” Loki said. “I want to hear you.”
“Ah-fuck,” you obeyed, and Loki dove back in between your legs, adding two fingers that slid in easily through your wetness. You clenched around them with every swirl of his tongue on your clit, your moans becoming short and unstable. The energy building in your core made you feel electric.
“Augh…mmm…Loki…” you whined as his tongue plunged into your entrance, slurping at your juices until they dribbled down his chin. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop…”
“Then I’m doing something right, babygirl,” Loki said, his mouth not leaving your clit. The vibrations from his voice made your hips buck and you bit down hard on your lip to keep from coming undone.
“N-no,” you whimpered, grasping at his dark curls to yank him up to your face. His mouth was smeared with your juices and you kissed him messily, tasting yourself all over his tongue. It made you feel absolutely animal. You wanted to be filled with every possible inch of him, and you told him so.
“I need to come on your cock, Loki, please,” you whined, grasping his leaking cock until he shuddered. You pumped him a few times until he was straining in your hand.
“Greedy little thing,” Loki teased, but he was lining himself up with your dripping entrance the moment the words left your lips. With a hiss, he pressed himself into your cunt, overwhelmed by how tight and warm you felt around him.
“Fuck, you’re exquisite…” he half-cried when he bottomed out inside of you.
“Yes…” you said, feeling filled to the brim. He began to pump his hips achingly slow. Your nails grazed the pale skin of his back as you adjusted to his length, feeling every vein of his shaft as he moved in and out.
“Yes, just like that, oh-” he began to move faster, the ridge of his head rubbing your g-spot and making your back arch.
“You like that?” Loki goaded. “Want me to fill you up?”
“Oh, Loki…” you cried, imagining yourself leaking his essence all over his sheets, tainted and marked by the prince of another realm.
“That’s right babygirl, oh, look at you, taking my cock so well,” Loki said, his voice hitching as he thrust up into you. His cock felt so big you could nearly see it stretching the skin of your stomach with every snap of his hips.
Hot, wet liquid was flowing down your thighs from your cunt, gushing forward with every movement of Loki inside of you.
“Listen to yourself…you’re so wet,” Loki said in a strangled voice. “You’re gonna fucking drain me, darling.”
You nodded and whimpered, pulling the bulk of him impossibly closer and licking into his mouth. You loved being filled by him in every hole, so much that you never wanted to leave that sensation.
Loki swallowed your moans, his hips rocking more desperately now. One hand trailed down to circle your clit, and he cried out as your cunt clamped down in a rhythmic pattern.
“You’re gonna come, aren’t you, babygirl?” Loki said, trying unsuccessfully to keep his voice steady.
“Y-yes,” you groaned, circling your clit faster and faster, feeling warmth spread from your core to your limbs and growing ever-tighter around his cock. “Loki, I’m gonna come, fuck…come with me…”
Your command was cut off with a guttural moan and Loki’s cock sent you over the edge. Your cunt gripped him, your body wracked with an orgasm that felt like white-hot light. You clutched the sides of his face and moaned his name into his mouth, one last shallow thrust sending him tumbling over the cliff with you. He groaned deep and wet in your mouth, spilling himself inside you. It was warm and sticky, coating every surface of your slit and seeping deeper inside of you with every pulse of your core.
“Hah–” you both said, breathing the same breath as the last drops of his release dripped inside of you. Loki’s arms gave out and he collapsed on your chest, kissing your sweaty collarbones lazily as you slowly returned to your bodies.
After a long time, Loki reluctantly slid out of you with a groan, drawing you closer to his chest.
“I don’t have anything else to wear,” you mused, motioning to the heap of green fabric that lay next to the door.
“I could fix it,” Loki offered, stroking your temple.
“Or you could keep me in your bed all night.”
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Friends with Benefits
Reader x Thor x Loki
⚠️18+, swearing, angst, fighting, Thor being a dick, college au
Part 4
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It had been a couple of weeks since your dance around the kitchen with Loki and you had been spending a little bit more time together. For once, you’d both spoke to each other even if Thor wasn’t around. If you’d arrive at his flat before him, Loki would let you in and you’d both catch up with whatever craziness was going on on campus. Loki sometimes wondered if it would have been better to go back to when you didn’t notice him. At least then he didn’t have to look you in the eye and speak to you, pretending his heart didn’t yearn for you. A positive of your new interactions was that you’d treat him how you treated any of your other friends, affectionately. When you’d enter, you’d often hug Loki knowing that he liked it. He’d always compliment your perfume and it was nice to be noticed, Thor never did. If you were sitting next to him on the couch and your legs would touch, he’d instantly pull away but you’d just annoy him by moving your leg closer to his so that they’d touch again. Little did you know that these small encounters were electrifying.
Today, Loki sat in his room studying as he heard you and Thor arguing in Thors room. It was something about another girl and Thor being pictured rather comfortable with her. Loki couldn’t understand what is was that Thor provided you. You were a gorgeous girl and had a very likeable personality, you could have had anyone on campus, why Thor? He knew he’d personally never treat you like this. He’d make you feel special, you were. He’d never string you along like Thor does. Hearing Thors door being flung open, Loki focused back down onto his book.
“WHATS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN FUCKING AND HUGGING?” You exclaimed, flinging your arms into the air as you stormed out of Thors room.
“Y/n you’re acting crazy.” Thor scoffed, following after you.
“So I’m crazy now?” You yelled.
“Stop yelling! I didn’t fuck her okay. We kissed, it was just a hug and a kiss. Why are you even so mad? We are not together y/n.” Thor protested causing you to stop in your tracks.
“You’re right.” You spoke quietly “we aren’t together.”
Loki felt like he heard your heard shatter, evident in the sound of your trembling voice.
“Good, I’m so glad you’re starting to get it.” Thor smiled, making his way towards you as he placed a hand on your cheek.
“I don’t want to do this anymore.” You said, shaking your head and pulling away from Thors hold.
“You don’t want to do what?” Thor questioned.
“This, us, whatever this is. I don’t want to be ‘yours’ if you can’t be mine.” You sniffled. “This is over. No more sex.”
Yes! Loki thought, smiling that you were finally speaking up for yourself.
“We’re not done, this isn’t done.” Thor spoke bitterly “you always end up back here.”
“Not this time.” You answered, wiping away a tear.
“We’ll see.” Thor smirked darkly causing you to look away before you quickly left, not sparing Loki a goodbye. Hearing the front door close, Loki then heard the sound of Thor letting out a sigh before he made his way towards Lokis room, swinging open the door.
“Ruined things with y/n I see.” Loki spoke.
“She’s just so clingy sometimes. I needed a break anyways, don’t want to feel guilty tomorrow night.” Thor said with a slight smile.
“What’s going on tomorrow night?” Loki queried.
“There’s a party in the girls dorms, I’ve been invited.” Thor grinned.
“You’re not even going to chase after y/n? Your just going to go to this party and what, fornicate to your hearts desire?”
“Yes brother.” Thor nodded “now you’re getting it.”
“You make me feel sick.” Loki blurted.
“What?” Thor quipped, knitting his brows as he stepped closer to Loki.
“Y/n has done nothing but be kind to you and you repay her with such wicked ways, she deserves better.” Loki spoke, standing up as he stepped towards Thor too.
“Watch your tongue.” Thor warned.
“Or what?” Loki dared, refusing to back down to Thor who was currently fuming. His chest rose and fell with his anger as he tried to dissipate it. After a few moments, he felt slightly better. Instead of using his fists, he broke out into a wide smile.
“Don’t you worry about y/n and I, as I said to her, she’ll be back, she always is and when she does come back, I suggest you buy earplugs.” Thor chuckled. How dare he speak of you in such a way. Seething, Lokis hand balled up into a fist as he punched Thor in the jaw causing him to step backwards. Shocked, Thor let out a breath before punching Loki back. In moments, things escalated rapidly as the brothers fought one another, messing Lokis room up in the process.
“Don’t speak of her in such a derogatory way.” Loki shouted.
“I’ll speak of her how ever I like. She’s mine.” Thor roared, near throwing Loki against the wall as they fought. Thor was about to land another punch until he stopped, stepping away from Loki. “What is it with you and her?” Thor asked, taking a step backwards from Loki.
“She just deserves better.” Loki answered, licking blood from his lip.
“You want to fuck her, that’s what it is.” Thor laughed “be my guest if it’ll stop you being so angsty.” Thor offered as if your body was his to command. Thors laughter made Loki angrier. Lunging forwards, he resumed the fighting with Thor until the front door knocked causing them to break apart. Glaring at Loki, Thor went to open the door, surprised to see you standing there, drenched.
“Iforgotmykeyanditsraining.” You spoke quietly, looking at the ground.
Y/n’s gonna look up and see them both battered and bruised 🤣
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