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Forbidden Reunion

Summary : You managed to escape from Loki after discovering his lies. Aware that both he and the TVA would be searching for you, you prayed they wouldn't succeed. However, now Loki stood in front of you and he had no intentions of letting you go.

Pairing : Loki Laufeyson x f!Reader

General tags : SMUT, 18+, Dark Fic, Obsessive, Yandere

Trigger Warnings: Strong Language, Violence, Stalking, Non-con, Dubious Consent, Forced Blowjob, Forced Orgasm, Fingering, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Overstimulation (let me know if I missed any lol)

Word Count: 10k

A/N : Sorry it took me too long to post this, juggling this alongside my other story took some time. But as promised, I'm releasing this one first.

Before you continue, please read TW again. This is a dark!fic and explicit, strictly for readers 18+. Please, DO NOT PROCEED if these themes disturb you. I've warned you, this fic isn't for the faint-hearted.

This took in Loki season 2 based on that shadow play.

If you like my story, please go check out my other stories here

Exhausted from years of evading both Loki and the TVA. Tonight, you found yourself in a bar, a moment to escape the chaos for years and hoping for a chance encounter. Despite your past with Loki, you were eager to move forward and explore new relationships, you have your own needs, and the more time went on, you knew they could not be sated by yourself anymore.

You could use your power to manipulate them into sleeping with you, but you knew it was wrong, you were sure there was a natural progression you just needed to be patient, and maybe your powers were going to waste being used to keep you hidden from the TVA.

Your mind drifted back to Loki, the god of Mischief and how he lied to you, manipulated you.

Flashback

"I'm sorry to say this, but you have been deceived by him," the TVA agent asserted. You turned your back on her as you attempted to escape, your eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of Loki. You had become separated during the chaotic chase within the TVA headquarters.

"No, I'm not. Loki wouldn't lie to me," you defended him, your voice laced with unwavering belief.

"Is he? Tell me, what did he say to you, the reason he got caught?" the agent probed, her tone challenging.

"He tried to rule Earth and failed," you replied, recalling the events that had led to his capture.

She seemed surprised that you knew. "Yes, and whose fault was that?" she pressed further.

“Yes, I know it was his.” You admitted, frustration seeping into your words, “But it stemmed from his deep-seated need for approval and love, especially from a father who resented him for being adopted." Despite the firmness in your tone, a flicker of doubt shadowed your eyes, making you question whether you were convincing the agent or merely grappling with your own uncertainties.

"Is that the whole story? Or just a part he wants you to believe?" Her words hung heavy in the air.

"He's the trickster god, the silvertongue," she continued, her voice steady, unwavering. "Manipulation is in his nature. Don't fall for his lies."

"Hello? Hey?" You heard a voice bringing you back from your daydream. "Can I buy you a drink?"

You looked up, it was a handsome man who had sat down beside you. You smiled, not wanting to appear rude. "Yes, please," you said.

He smiled, "I'm Mark."

"Y/N," you said.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he smiled.

You returned his smile. You enjoyed his company as you chatted and laughed, his eyes sparkled as he listened to you talk, you knew you were making him blush when you teased him, he was sweet, and you knew he liked you.

Conversation flowed easily between you two. You couldn't remember the last time you felt so at ease with a stranger, the feeling was new and exciting. He seemed so genuinely interested in what you had to say and you felt as if he actually understood what was going on in your life.

"Do you want to come to my place? I've got a bottle of whiskey that needs drinking," he smiled.

"Sure, why not?" you said, downing the rest of your drink. This was your chance to get what you've been craving, and what better way to start than with a handsome man inviting you to his place?

Then someone spilled his drink onto Mark, ruining his white shirt.

"What the hell? Are you kidding me?!" he yelled at the man. "Watch where you're going, asshole." He shouted in frustration.

"Oh, I am so sorry, man, I tripped," the other man said, his voice calmed.

You recognize the voice.

It was Mobius.

Your heart raced, and you couldn't believe that he had managed to track you down. Paralyzed with fear, you sat there, feeling the color drain from your face as you stared at him in disbelief. If Mobius was here then that meant that Loki wasn't far behind.

Mark was fuming, he stormed off to the bathroom, leaving you alone, and you wanted desperately to call out, to warn him not to leave you by yourself, but fear kept your words trapped in your throat.

"Hello, Y/N."

Your name was like poison on his lips.

"Loki," you hissed back, turning around to face him.

He looked exactly the same as the last time you'd seen him, his black hair was neatly styled, his green eyes were piercing, and his face was pale. His expression was serious, his jaw set and his eyes cold, he looked so different from the Loki you had known and fallen in love with.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?" Your heart pounded in your chest, your palms sweaty with anxiety, and you were suddenly very aware of how alone you were in the bar.

"I missed you, pet. I have been worried," his tone was mocking and his smirk didn't reach his eyes.

"Don't lie, Loki," you shot back, glaring at him.

"You know, you've always been so difficult."

"And you're an asshole."

Loki didn't say anything, instead he reached for your wrist and held it tight. "Let me go! You fucking liar, I trusted you, I loved you, and you betrayed me," you shouted, struggling against his grip.

"Little one, don't make a scene." he growled in your ear.

Your eyes pleaded with Mobius, who stood caught between the two of you. "Are you just going to stand there and let this happen?" you implored, your voice cracking with desperation.

Mobius sighed, a mixture of resignation and sadness in his eyes. "I'll leave you be for now then," he said, his tone heavy with regret. "I'll see you later." With that, he turned away, leaving you to face Loki's wrath alone.

"How about I give you a choice," he said, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Either you can come home willingly, or I can use my magic to knock you out and bring you home. Which do you prefer?" The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, leaving you trapped in a lose-lose situation.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Loki!" you hissed, your voice laced with defiance as you struggled against his grip. Every fiber of your being screamed resistance, but you knew the sheer force of his magic could easily overpower you.

"Very well then," he purred, his lips twisted into a sadistic smile as he waived his hand, ready to use his magic.

"Wait!" You blurted, holding up your hands to stop him, your voice trembled as the weight of your decision bore down upon you.

"Yes, little one?" he asked, his tone condescending and smug.

"I'll come willingly," you said, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. It was a lie, a desperate attempt to buy some time.

"But can I go to the bathroom first?" You clung to the hope that a brief moment alone might offer a chance, your mind racing for an escape plan.

"Alright," Loki agreed, his tone oddly accommodating. "Go on, pet." He nodded towards the restroom.

You hurried into the bathroom and locked the door behind you, your heart pounding in your chest. Your frantic eyes searched for your tempad, only to realize it was gone. "Asshole!" you muttered under your breath, realizing that Loki must have taken it when he grabbed your arm.

You had no escape plan, and Loki was waiting for you. You looked for a way out, but the windows were too small for you to climb through, so you thought it would be best to just run through the door and run far away from the bar.

Gathering your courage, you unlocked the door and burst out, your footsteps echoing in the corridor. Behind you, you could hear Loki's enraged shout, "Y/N!" His voice boomed, fueling your determination to run as far and as fast as you could from the bar.

"Y/N! Y/N!" you could hear him getting closer and closer. His voice cut through the air like a sharp blade. "Y/N, stop now!"

"FUCK OFF!" you screamed, frustration and fear fueling your voice. You cast a desperate glance behind you and saw Loki hot on your heels. "Fuck!" you whispered under your breath.

You could feel the tears burning behind your eyes, the adrenaline coursing through your veins, and the fear of being caught was overwhelming. "Fuck, no! Not again!" you thought.

You were annoyed by the people "Move! Move! Please!" You screamed at the people that were blocking the road, but they wouldn't move.

"Fuck you!" One guy shouted back at you after you pushed him away.

You couldn't run anymore. You were too slow, and he was gaining on you, and you knew that you couldn't escape him. But you need to keep trying, you couldn't give up. You were running, and running, and running.

The pain was too much, your muscles ached, and your lungs burned. Your vision was blurred, and you couldn't focus. You were tired of running and out of breath, you leaned against a wall and rested, hoping Loki wouldn't see you.

However, your respite was short-lived. In a blink, Loki teleported right in front of you, his expression oddly calm. "Pet, we have been searching for you for a long time, you hid well." He said, his tone icy.

"You can't be fucking serious!" you hissed, "Why did you look for me? I left for a reason, you betrayed my trust. You used me, and I hate you."

"Little one, why are you angry at me?"

"Are you really asking that, you lying snake?" Pushing him away, you shouted, and sprinted away from him once more, your determination fueling your escape.

You didn't make it far, though, before you felt a familiar, freezing hand grasp your arm, tugging you backward and pulling you against a cold, solid form.

"I don't appreciate it you calling me that."

You gasped, and tried to pull away from him, but his grip was like steel, and no matter how hard you struggled, you couldn't free yourself from him. "I don't care! Let me go!"

He ignored your pleas, then you pulled out a knife from your pocket. You knew he could've easily taken the knife, but instead he let you go, "You think you can hurt me, little one? How adorable." he cooed, his voice silky smooth.

"I'll fucking kill you!"

He laughed again mocking you, "Do you want to try? Do you think you can stab me with that knife, pet?"

You didn't answer, instead you held the knife up, threatening him, "Loki, you don't want to make me angry." You knew that was stupid of you saying that.

He smirked, he wasn't afraid of you, and he wasn't intimidated by you. "You are so cute when you are mad," he mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and his eyes were dark.

"Put the knife down, and we can go home, pet" he offered.

"Fuck you, Loki," you spat, your voice dripping with venom as you stood your ground, the knife still clutched tightly in your hand.

He grinned, "Oh, you will soon enough, pet." He let out a low chuckle and he snapped his finger and the knife flew from your hand to the wall. You watched in horror, you didn’t have anything else on you to defend yourself from him.

He began to advance toward you, a predator toying with his prey. Panic surged through you, urging you to flee. Yet, no matter how fast you ran, Loki always reappeared before you.

His voice dripped with amusement, "Come on, pet. Do you really think you can outrun me?" His grin widened, relishing the chase as if it were sort of a game to him.

"You won't ever escape me, pet. Even if you manage to get away from me, I will always find you again and again. You will be mine, whether you want to or not." He declared, his tone possessive and chilling. He stood before you, his presence looming over you like a dark cloud.

"I won't stop fighting you," you vowed, your voice filled with defiance, glaring at him as he advanced toward you. Desperation fueled your steps as you ran, but he always caught up to you, teleporting right in front of you, a relentless pursuit that seemed endless.

"You can't run forever, pet," he taunted, his eyes dark and menacing, his voice deep and husky. “Eventually, I’ll catch up to you.”

You were getting tired of running. "Come on, pet. Are we playing a game?" He chuckled, the sound echoing eerily through the empty street. The bastard was enjoying this twisted cat-and-mouse chase.

"Just stop!" you cried out, your frustration boiling over.

"Why would I stop? This is the most fun I've had in years, darling. I enjoy seeing you run, it's quite entertaining."

"Shut up." You tried to run away again, your breaths ragged. "Quit your magic, and fight fair!" Deep down, you knew if you were in a one-on-one combat with him, without his magic, you could win. "If you win, I'll come willingly."

"That's not how this works, little one," he chided, his tone laced with amusement.

You felt the anger boiling inside of you, but you continued to run. Each step echoed in the empty alley as you tried to escape his relentless pursuit. "Leave me alone then!" you shouted, desperation lacing your voice.

To your horror, your movements came to an abrupt stop. Loki stood in front of you, his mischievous grin sending shivers down your spine. Frantically, you turned around, only to find him there again, mocking your attempts to escape. Panic set in as you attempted to flee in the opposite direction, but there he was once more, his presence haunting you like a nightmare.

"What the fuck is going on?" you muttered, disbelief coloring your voice. How was he everywhere? How was he doing this? Your mind raced with questions as you stepped back, trying to distance yourself from the three identical Loki that surrounded you.

Were you tripping, or is there really three of them?

Loki's chuckle reverberated around you, a haunting sound that sent chills down your spine. Frustration boiled within you, and you screamed in exasperation, "How are you doing that?" Your voice wavered, trembling with a mixture of frustration and fear as you desperately demanded answers.

His grin widened as he continued to toy with your sanity. "Oh, come now, surely you know a trick or two, you being a witch and all," he taunted, the words laced with mocking arrogance.

You took slow steps backward as the three Loki remained in front of you, your resolve mingling with confusion and growing fear. "I'm not a witch, you... asshole," you retorted.

Suddenly, you felt his warm breath near your ear, and his voice sent a shiver down your spine. "It's called an illusion, little one," he whispered, the hot air tickling your earlobe. You jolted away from him, only to find another Loki standing in front of you, and you jumped yet again.

Fear gripped you, not of him, but of the overwhelming confusion and frustration that clouded your senses. The relentless onslaught of illusions left you feeling disoriented, unable to discern reality from the intricate tricks he was playing.

"Please stop," you pleaded.

"Stop what?" he asked, feigning innocence, his eyes glinting mischievously.

"Your tricks. I'm not stupid, stop," you demanded, your voice growing firmer despite the fear gripping your heart.

The three Loki slowly closed in on you, each step they took making your heart race faster. You retreated, trying to create distance, but soon your back met the unyielding wall. There was no escape. Your mind raced, your heart pounded, and you breathed heavily, trapped in a nightmare of your own making.

Suddenly, you felt an invisible force restraining your hands, pinning them against the wall. You looked around frantically, searching for the source, but there was no one in sight. Panic clawed at your throat as you realized you were immobilized.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Let me go."

"I don't think I will, my little pet," Loki said, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Suddenly, Mobius reappeared beside Loki, seemingly out of thin air. "A little over the top, don’t you think, all the shadow play?" he commented, his tone disapproving.

Loki smirked, unrepentant. "I thought it was spot on."

Mobius turned his attention to you, his expression filled with concern. "What are you trying to do to the poor girl?" he asked.

"I'm merely making a point," Loki replied casually, as if discussing the weather and your distress was nothing more than a game.

Mobius shook his head and lightly chuckled, "Oh, I'm sure you are. That's why she looks like a frightened rabbit."

"I'm still here? Hello?” They were casually talking like you were invincible, despite being bound to a wall. Their attention shifted to you, and you erupted, "Mobius, what the hell? Arrest him! What are you doing!" Panic and anger laced your words, but it fell on deaf ears.

"Sorry, sweetheart, I can't do that. I made a deal with Loki," Mobius responded, his tone regretful yet resolute.

You felt a chill run down your spine. "What fucking deal?" You asked, your voice trembling. "What are you going to do with me?"

"I'm not going to do anything. But Loki, on the other hand..." he chuckled darkly. "Well, the deal is, we only need you alive. That's all I'm saying. My lips are sealed," Mobius replied with a cryptic smile.

You didn't have a chance to process his words before the Loki closest to you began circling you, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Your heartbeat wildly, fear coursing through your veins as he trailed his finger along your arm, his touch light and teasing in suspense.

"What the fuck is the matter with you, let me go!" you shrieked, your panic and anger rising. "Mobius you fucking bitch, you are nothing but a- MMM" abruptly, as the shadow silenced you, turning your pleas into incoherent whispers.

Mobius sighed, shaking his head. "Now you're just showing off," he admonished.

"I can't help it, you bring out the worst in me."

Loki stepped in front of you and leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "Now, where were we?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. His fingers trailed along your jaw, his touch feather-light and tantalizing. You were struggling to break free from his hold, but your body remained paralyzed, at his mercy.

Loki, leaning casually against the wall, let out a low, amused chuckle at your futile struggles. "Oh, little one," he purred, his tone mocking and condescending. "There's no use in fighting. You won't be able to break free. Trust me."

"Now, be a good girl and remain still," Loki said, his smile cruel and unsettling as he locked eyes with you, a twisted affection glinting in his gaze.

"Loki, take it easy on her. She's just a young girl, after all." Mobius interjected, his voice laced with a hint of compassion, though his eyes conveyed a different story. "Make sure to control your pet, Loki.” Mobius emphasized before vanishing into thin air.

You screamed was incoherent since your mouth was being covered by the shadow, you tried to say "Help!" and "No" but nothing came out.

Loki grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your head up to meet his gaze. "Oh, darling. Don't try to speak, or scream, or fight. You can't escape, and no one is going to save you. No one will hear you, the only sound you will make is your moans."

Fear gripped you, the uncertainty of Loki's intentions leaving you paralyzed and vulnerable.

He advanced toward you, his steps deliberate and predatory. "Now," he whispered, his voice dripping with sadistic anticipation, "let the fun begin, pet."

With a snap of his fingers, Loki dispelled the shadow covering your mouth, granting you the ability to speak again. "Get off me, Laufeyson!" you exclaimed, your voice laced with defiance. You strained against your restraints, desperate to escape his grasp. "This is wrong. You're crazy psychopath."

"Oh, pet," he said, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "We've done far worse together."

Frustration and fear gripped you as you struggled against your bindings, pleading, " Why can't you just leave me alone?"

A dark chuckle escaped Loki's lips as he replied, "You know why."

"Please, just let me go." You pleaded, desperation creeping into your voice.

Loki's smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with possessiveness. "I'm afraid I can't do that, love. You belong to me."

"No, I don't! I'm not yours," you protested vehemently. You writhed against the magical restraints, a mixture of anger and fear fueling your struggles. His control over you felt like a violation, and you despised him for it, for using his magic against you in such a cruel manner.

"Oh, pet," Loki purred, his voice dripping with both mockery and desire. "You can fight all you want, but you'll never win, not when it comes to me." He leaned in, his lips grazing your neck in a chilling caress. You whimpered as he sucked on your skin, his teeth scraping lightly.

"Stop. Please," you begged, your voice trembling.

"But why would I stop," he replied, his tone silkier than ever, "when I'm having so much fun?" His words hung in the air, laden with sadistic pleasure.

"I hate you. I will never stop hating you," you spat out, your words laced with a fierce determination, even in the face of your vulnerability.

Loki's lips curled into a sly smile, "You don't truly hate me, little one. You merely pretend to. I see through the façade. I know what lies beneath."

"What the hell are you talking about, Loki?" you shot back.

"Stop being such a brat," he sneered. The shadow binding both your wrists kept you firmly against the wall, his control unyielding. "Do you like being restrained, hmm? Enjoy the feeling of someone else in control, knowing you can't escape, and no one will help you?" His face hovered dangerously close to yours, his breath ghosting over your skin.

“No! Stop that nonsense!” You lied, you were scared, and angry, but you also secretly enjoyed being under his control whether you wanted to admit it or not.

He hummed and kissed your neck and whispered in your ear, his breath tickled your ear and you felt shivers down your spine. “Fuck, how I miss you.” His voice was deep and commanding, sending tingles of pleasure throughout your body.

"Please, stop. Just leave me alone. Don't do this to me, please."

"Oh, little one. You know I can't do that." He said as his hands roamed all over your body, caressing every inch of you, making you feel so vulnerable. You felt the heat rise between your legs and your heart raced faster.

"I can smell your arousal, pet.” He lightly bit your neck. “Your body betrays you. It craves my touch, just as much as you do," he said, his voice laced with a sinister confidence. "You want me, even if you refuse to admit it."

You met his gaze with defiance, attempting to deny the truth he claimed. "You're delusional," you retorted, your words aimed at rejecting his manipulative influence.

"Am I?" Loki's eyes bore into yours, a predatory glint flickering in their depths. "Your heart, your mind, your body—they all long for me, even if you deny it. You can't escape this, no matter how hard you try. I will always find you, even if I have to tear the universe apart to get you back."

Loki was right. Your body was betraying you. The wetness was getting more intense by the minute, you could feel the pleasure building up, but you couldn't let yourself fall into temptation, he had hurt you, lied to you, manipulated you, used you, and now he was going to take you against your will.

You had to fight him.

You had to escape him.

You couldn't let him take you.

Not like this.

But you wanted more, and you knew that Loki would give you everything you wanted and more. You could feel the pleasure building up. You moaned softly as his hands roamed over your breasts. You felt a rush of anger, "What are you doing? You're using your magic to seduce me, aren't you?"

He met your accusation with a knowing grin. "I don't need magic to seduce you.” He countered, “Your body responds to me naturally, so beautifully. It's like a drug, and once I've had a taste, I'm hooked. I can't get enough of you."

You felt his lips on your neck. His kisses were soft and tender. You gasped as his tongue licked your neck, trailing down your collarbone. You couldn't stop the moan that escaped your lips as his fingers pinched your nipple.

You felt he smirked and you tried not to moan, biting your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was affecting you. But he could read your mind, and he could hear your thoughts, and he knew what you were feeling. He was inside your head.

"Just stop."

"Not until I'm finished with you. Not until you're begging for more. Begging for my cock inside of you. Begging for me." He slammed your back against the wall, and you yelped as you hit it hard.

He had you caged, and your legs were starting to tremble. You didn't know if it was from the force or the intensity of his words. You tried to push him away but he was stronger than you. His body was pressed against yours. He then kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth. You couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel his body against yours.

He was a good kisser, and he knew what he was doing. You were moaning into the kiss, and you were fighting to keep control. Then you felt his cock growing hard. You gasped and that was when you realized what was going on. In a desperate act of defiance, you bit down hard, drawing blood. You tasted it.

He pulled back momentarily caught off guard. He looked like a maniac, and you had to remind yourself not to be afraid of him. His lips curled into a sinister grin as he wiped the blood away with his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. "I like that," he said, his voice low and dark, his grin widening.

You stared at him, and you felt your eyes widen in shock. You felt your heart race. You were still struggling against him, and you tried to pull your hand free from his restraints, but it was useless.

"Oh, pet," he sneered, his tone laced with malice. "I'll make you pay for that defiance."

"What are you planning? Torture me?" you challenged back.

"Torture is such a crude term," he replied, his words dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I prefer 'punish'. After all, you've been a naughty girl. And naughty girls must be disciplined."

Your eyes narrowed, a fierce glare aimed his way. "You can't do anything to break me. You can't force me to feel anything. You have no control over me."

He laughed, "Is that so? You know nothing about me, love. Nothing. If I had my way, I would've taken you to my bed, and kept you there, tied up, blindfolded, gagged, naked, helpless, at my mercy. But I can't do that, yet. However, that doesn't mean I can't have fun."

"You're insane. I despise you," you retorted, your words heavy with hatred.

"That's fine," he replied, his tone oddly calm. "I'm used to people hating me. It's just a matter of time before they change their minds. And I'll have you. One way or another, you're mine."

"Go to hell."

"Only if you come with me."

You felt a chill run down your spine, and you couldn't help but shiver. You couldn't stop thinking about the things he had said. About how you were his. You tried to shake the thoughts away, but they were persistent.

You accidentally clenched your pussy at his words, you hoped he didn't notice.

He chuckled, the sound sending chills down your spine. "Oh, pet, that's adorable," he taunted, his grin widening with malicious amusement. "Do you like the thought of that, pet?" Loki's eyes glittered with dark intent, sensing the conflict within you, and it only served to fuel his sadistic amusement.

"No!" You denied.

"Then why did you clench your pussy, hmm? Was it because you were imagining me taking you?"

"It was just a reflex," you stammered, attempting to deny the undeniable truth.

"Is that so?" he murmured, his voice a dark, taunting whisper. His smirk widened, and he moved his face closer to yours until there were mere inches between your lips. "You're lying, love."

"I won't let you slip away again," he whispered, his fingers tightening around your throat, making each breath a struggle. His eyes bore into yours. "I will make you mine."

He tightened his grip around your throat and slammed your back against the wall, your head hit the wall with a loud thud. You couldn't breathe. The pain was unbearable. Tears began streaming down your face as you struggled to breathe.

But this was making you turned on, despite how much you hated Loki, you couldn't deny that he was hot and the way he was being rough with you was making your pussy throb.

"You'll see. It's time to begin your training, pet." He whispered as his hands travelled lower, caressing your inner thigh. "Please, Loki."

"Shhh, shh." He pressed his finger against your lips, "Save your begging."

“Fuck you!”

He raised his eyebrows and smirked, "I would love to do that right now, but I think we should save it for later."

"You bastard!" you spat, your anger seething.

"Watch your language, pet," he sneered, his grip tightening as he grabbed your chin, his fingers digging into your jaw. "Now, be a good girl and open your mouth." He took a piece of cloth out of his pocket. It was green.

"Hell No! I won't do it. I won't cooperate." You retorted, like who in the world would agree to that?

He sighed. "You know, you really are a stubborn little thing. It's adorable. But, it won't get you anywhere. In fact, it'll just make things worse."

You stared at him. You couldn't believe what was happening. How could he be so cruel? So evil? He chuckled. "I told you. You're not in control here. I am. Now, open your mouth."

“Never.”

"Fine. Then I'll do it for you." He used his magic to force open your mouth, his magic was painful, and it burned. You could barely move. He put the cloth in your mouth and tied it around your head. You tried to scream but couldn't.

"So pretty," he said as he stroked your cheek. "You should be grateful that I'm even letting you use this, instead of forcing you to be silent. And remember, the gag stays on unless I say otherwise. Understand?"

You shook your head mumbling, "Mmff, no."

"That's too bad," he mused, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "Because if you try to remove the gag, I'll have to punish you. And you don't want that, do you?"

"Nnooo, I don't," you mumbled, your voice barely audible through the gag.

"Good girl," he purred. "You'll get used to it."

With a swift motion, he removed the shadow restraints from your arms, and you immediately attempted to fight back, you tried to hit him, but he easily dodged your blow. His grip iron-strong when he caught your hand. "Careful, pet," he cautioned, his voice a dangerous whisper. "My patience wears thin."

Using his powers, he summoned the shadow to immobilize you once more, pinning you against the wall, this time including your legs. You were rendered utterly helpless, trapped in his web of darkness.

"Now, let's begin," he said, his voice oozing with menace. You remained tied up, gagged, and entirely at his merciless mercy.

He took out a dagger from his belt and cut through your shirt and bra, leaving you exposed. "Oh my, that's a nice sight."

You let out a muffled scream, "You don't need clothes. They will only get in the way."

He began kissing your neck and sucking on your skin. "Mmf," You moaned softly as his lips trailed down your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses and bites. He cupped your breast and teased your nipple.

"Mmff No..."

He ignored your protests and continued to play with your nipples.

"You like that, don't you? I can feel how wet you are, darling." He whispered into your ear.

"Mmmff." You tried to deny, but he could hear your thoughts.

He smirked. "I bet if I put my fingers inside you right now, they'd slide right in. I bet you're dripping wet for me, aren't you, my sweet?"

"Mmf."

"You don't need to speak, little one," he whispered, his voice a low, seductive murmur that sent shivers down your spine. "Just relax. I know what you want."

His hand glided down your thigh, his touch sending electric sparks through your skin, until he slipped his fingers under the hem of your dress and traced the edge of your panties. "And it seems that your body agrees with me," he continued, "It's telling me that it's ready to submit to me."

You closed your eyes and tried to block him out. But he could hear your thoughts, and he knew what you were thinking.

"Come on, pet. Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your beautiful eyes."

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes and found him staring at you, his gaze darkened with hunger and desire.

"There you go. Such a good girl." He praised you.

He slid your panties to the side and his fingers found your pussy, already dripping wet. "Oh, you're so wet, pet. Do you want me that much? Do you want me to fuck you, hmm?"

He slid your panties to the side and cupped your pussy. "Fuck," he muttered as his fingers slipped between your folds, "You're already dripping for me."

You blushed furiously as he rubbed your clit in slow, gentle circles.

"Yes," he said, his voice deepening, "Your body wants me. It wants me to take you and make you mine."

His finger pressed against your entrance and then pushed into you, making you gasp. He curled it and began to massage your G-spot. You bit your lip and moaned, trying not to make too much noise. You tried to squirm away from him, but it was no use.

You clenched your fists, struggling to hold back the moan threatening to escape your lips. A soft whimper escaped your lips, and the Loki behind you laughed softly. "No. You're not getting away from me."

You whimpered as he thrust another finger into you, stretching you even further. He began pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, making you gasp and moan under the gagged cloth. His fingers worked their magic, sliding in and out of you, rubbing your G-spot with each stroke. He kept a steady rhythm, keeping you on the edge.

You could feel your walls tightening around his fingers, the sensation driving you mad. The Loki in front of you watched intently as he continued to pleasure you, his gaze filled with a mix of lust and amusement as you struggled to keep control. "Oh, little one," he said, "I love seeing you like this. So desperate. So needy. So fucking sexy." His other hand gripped your hips, keeping you in place.

"You're so wet," he murmured, "You're practically begging me to fuck you."

"Mmfff." You tried to ignore him, but he curled his fingers and stroked you just right, and your hips bucked involuntarily. You were quickly approaching your orgasm, and it was impossible to stop yourself from moaning loudly.

Loki leaned in and nipped at your neck, and you shivered as his breath caressed your skin. "But I won't. Not yet. First, I want to watch you come. I want to see your face when you orgasm. I want to hear the sounds you make when you come."

His fingers thrusting into your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit. You were so close, and you knew that he could sense it. "Ah, yes. That's it. You're doing so well. Now, tell me... do you want to cum?" He pumped them faster, deeper.

You shook your head. You didn't want to come, you tried to resist, but you were too far gone. You felt the pressure building in your core, the pleasure was too much.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "Then let's see how long you can last."

He pumped his fingers faster and harder, making you moan and cry out. He thrust a third finger into your pussy and continued his assault on your clit. He was fucking you with his fingers, and you were so close. You could feel the heat rising in your belly, and you knew you couldn't hold it back any longer. You shook your head at him begging him not to make you come.

"Come on pet, don't fight it, just let it happen. Give into the pleasure. Come for me."

He pumped his fingers faster and harder, making you moan and cry out. "Yes, that's it," he whispered, "Just a little bit longer, you're so close."

He was relentless, his fingers working your pussy expertly. "Nnnn." You tried to tell him that you weren't going to let him win, but you couldn't speak.

You could feel the pleasure building and you knew that he could sense it. He kept pumping his fingers and rubbing your clit, and you couldn't hold back any longer. Your pussy was so wet, his fingers were sliding in and out so easily. You felt the orgasm approaching, the pressure was building, and you knew you couldn't hold it back any longer.

"You're going to come, whether you want to or not. So, don't fight it, just let it happen."

"Mmmmmm"

"Yes. You can't stop it. I'm going to make you come."

He continued to thrust his fingers, his thumb circling your clit, the pressure building until you could take it no more. He removed the gagged from your mouth, "Let me hear your moans, pet."

You let out a loud cry, unable to contain it. "That's it. You're so close, I can feel it.” Your back arched and you cried out, his fingers and thumb pushing you over the edge. "Come for me, my sweet. Come for me. Now." He curled his fingers inside you and bit your neck.

You screamed and bucked as the orgasm took you, and he didn't let up. He continued to pump his fingers and rub your clit, pushing you further and further until you couldn't take it anymore. You thrashed about as the pleasure was too much, your orgasm overwhelming your senses.

Your body writhing against his fingers. Your release was so intense that it made your whole body shudder. He held you tightly, his fingers still moving in and out of your pussy, drawing out your orgasm.

"There we go," he said, smiling down at you. "Such a good girl. You're such a good girl for me, pet."

You were a panting, sweating, mess, and you were exhausted.

He kissed your forehead and pulled his fingers out of you. You were glad the shadow was there restraining you or you would collapse.

After you came down from your high, you realized what just happened. You spat at him, "Fuck you, Loki. You're disgusting."

"Disgusting?" He raised his eyebrows. "Now, why would you say that, little one? Was it not good for you? You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself."

"Get the fuck away from me." you spat, your voice filled with venom.

He laughed, "You don't get to tell me what to do, little one. I'm not done with you yet."

"You fucking monster," you screamed, "I'm not going to let you touch me."

He grinned and grabbed your hair, pulling you towards him. "Watch your mouth, pet. I don't like hearing you use foul language. Now, since I was so kind to give you such a nice orgasm, will you be a good girl and obey me without any fuss?"

You rolled your eyes. "Like hell I will!"

He smirked in response. "Since I've been rather kind to you," Loki began, his eyes roaming over your body, "I have a proposition for you."

Though you had little desire to hear anything he had to say, your curiosity got the best of you, compelling you to reluctantly listen.

"Do you want me to fuck you here, right now in this alley, or in our room where we will be alone, and no one will interrupt us." He said with a smirk.

Your throat tightened, both options he presented were equally horrifying. But, the last thing you wanted was for someone to find you two here, like this. "Neither.” you choked out.

"That wasn't an option, my sweet."

You glared at him, "You're vile," you hissed

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly unaffected by your words. "You say the most hurtful things, pet."

"I'm not going to choose," you declared, "I'm not choosing anything. I'd rather die than have sex with you."

He looked amused. "Fine, then I will choose. You have a few seconds to think about it." He said as he took his jacket off, and dropped it to the ground.

"You're going to take me right here? You're an animal."

"It's your fault for refusing. If you choose the other option, I was going to be nice. I'll be rough if you insist."

"If you touch me, I'll kill you." You growled.

He laughed. "Oh, little one. It's not me you have to worry about."

Ignoring your warning, he reached forward, his touch cold against your skin, and ran his thumb along your lower lip. "Shame that I have to punish you. I'm sure you'll be a good girl after today."

You gritted your teeth and move your face away from his touch, "Don't touch me."

He ignored your demand, and began undoing his pants. He pulled his cock out, and started stroking it. You stared at his member and he was already rock hard. You hesitated, not wanting to touch him.

"Are you afraid, my sweet?"

You remained silent, refusing to dignify his question with a response.

He laughed, “There's no need to be scared. I won't hurt you. Unless you disobey me."

He moved closer, his proximity suffocating. With a swift, unwelcome touch, he reached out and stroked your cheek. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but flinch away from his caress.

"Relax, darling. This will be pleasurable for the both of us." He said as he grabbed his cock and ran it against your slit.

You felt your wetness seep onto his cock.

"STOP!" you screamed, your voice breaking the tense atmosphere, forcing him to halt his actions and look up at you.

He smiled at you. "Do you want me to stop, pet?"

You nodded frantically, desperation clouding your eyes. "Yes, I do."

"Tell me," he purred, his tone dripping with cruelty, "why should I stop?"

You scrambled for an excuse, your mind racing. "Let's do it in your place then," you stammered, your words rushed. "Please? I don't want anyone to see." Desperation clung to your voice as you pleaded, hoping against hope that he would agree to your request.

He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, pet. You know that won't work."

He pressed his cock against your pussy again.

You felt his tip slip inside you. "PLEASE! I'll be good, just please stop."

He smiled. "I like the sound of that."

He sighed, "Very well, little one." He swiftly pulled up his pants, adjusted his shirt, and retrieved his jacket, freeing you in the process. You winced as you flexed your arms, the restraints having taken their toll.

With a snap of a finger, he put your clothes back on, and you felt like a weight has been lifted off your chest. You couldn't believe he stopped. He looked at you. "Remember what I said, pet. You don't speak about this to anyone. I'll know if you do. Understand?"

You nodded.

"Good girl," he affirmed.

"Come," he motioned for you to follow him, and for a moment, you considered fleeing again, knowing full well that it branded you a coward. But the terror of Loki's power held you in check.

You didn't get far before he seized you once more. "Enough!" he bellowed, sending you crashing to the ground. Your body felt numb, the pain overwhelming. You begged through the agony, "Please."

"You brought this on yourself, pet," Loki's tone was icy, disappointment etched in his features. "I was going to take care of you, give everything you desired, and all I asked in return was your love and trust. And you broke it."

"Please, Loki. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you pleaded, desperation lacing your words.

He shook his head, "No, pet. There is no going back. You have to pay the price for what you've done," he stated firmly, his grip unyielding.

Loki wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him, "Sweet dreams my pet."

And then, everything faded into darkness.

When you woke up, you were on the bed, naked. The room was dark, and there was no sign of Loki. At least right now your arms and legs weren’t bounded. But still he had kidnapped you. "Fucking asshole!" You cursed inside your head.

Then you heard footsteps approaching outside, you pretended to fall asleep, hoping that he'd leave. "I know you're awake, my sweet." He chuckled, "Did you really think you could trick me, darling? You're such a naughty girl, aren't you? Tsk tsk. Such a bad girl."

You tried to fool the god of mischief, what an idiot you were. You opened your eyes and saw him staring at you. He sat down next to you and began caressing your body. He ran his hand up and down your legs.

You slapped his hand away, you hated him. How dare he touch you like that! Loki grabbed your wrist, "Don't try to stop me, little one." He threatened, his grip was tight. It hurt. "No, stop." You whimpered. You tried to struggle free, but he was too strong.

"Oh no, no, no, you're not going anywhere." He said as he pinned you down on the bed. "Are you ready to behave now, my sweet?"

You refused to respond, instead, you glared at him.

Loki shook his head and chuckled. "You are so beautiful, my sweet.”

You were getting tired of him calling you sweet and darling. "Shut up, Loki. Don’t fucking call me that, you bastard!"

He gave you a stern look. "Behave."

"Or what?" You challenged.

Loki leaned down and pressed his lips to your ear. "If you don't stop that right now, I'm going to have to punish you."

You glared up at him. "What, like you haven't already done that?"

Loki smirked, "Don't be a smartass, darling. I can make this a lot worse."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, sure."

Loki gripped your hair tightly and tugged your head back. "Are you sure you want to challenge me?"

You looked up at him defiantly. "Do your worst." You then saw him grinned, you realized you had made a big mistake.

"As you wish, little one." Loki said with a wicked grin. He got off the bed and started taking his clothes off. You knew what he was going to do, and it scared you.

He took off his shirt and threw it aside. You were confused at first, until Loki lifted his other hand and started waving it.

"What are you doing?"

"Just making sure you don't try to resist."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means, I don't want you getting away." Loki smirked. He then started moving his hand up and down your body.

You squirmed and tried to push his hand away, but they felt frozen. "Let me go, you sick bastard!"

Loki gave you a wicked grin. "No, I don't think I will"

Loki forced his lips against yours, you tried to resist, but it was useless. You couldn't move. You tried to turn your head, but it was no use.

Loki forced his tongue into your mouth. He explored every inch of your mouth, tasting you. You could taste his breath. It was sweet, with a hint of mint. You tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you.

"Stop!" You yelled, "Please stop, Loki! I don't want to do this!

Loki ignored you. He kept kissing you, forcing his tongue down your throat. "I know you like it, darling."

You shook your head. Loki broke the kiss and smiled. "You're such a stubborn little thing, aren't you?"

"Fuck you." You spat.

“Why are you so impatient, my little pet?” Loki laughed. "Don’t worry, I’ll do it in a moment. Right now, I'm more concerned with teaching you a lesson."

You glared at him, you were so pissed off. He laughed again, “Such a pretty face, too.” He traced his finger along your jawline.

Then you watched Loki removed his pants, revealing his fully erect cock. He stroked himself slowly. You felt your body heat up. You couldn't believe it. He was making you hot.

"See something you like?" He grinned.

You blushed. You looked away. It had been awhile since you had sex with him or anyone else. You missed being fucked by him. You needed to feel his cock deep inside of you. But you knew this was wrong, you looked away from him.

"Look at me." He ordered.

You turned and looked at him. You watched as he continued to stroke his cock. "You betrayed me, Y/N." He climbed over you and straddled your hips, trapping your wrists with his hands, and pinned them above your head. "You hurt me. You have to be punished."

“You are hurting me too.”

“I don’t think so, pet. Deep down, you want this. You want me to force myself to you, you don’t think I know? I know your deepest darkest desire. The desire you try to deny. The desire for me to make you mine again. You want to be my pet again, don't you?"

He was right. You were afraid to admit it but you missed Loki. But you didn't want to admit it. You shook your head, “No! I don’t have such thing.” You knew it was a lie, deep down you wanted him to use you and force himself on you, forced you into submission, make you his again, like he had done many times before.

"Keep lying to yourself, pet. I know you more than you know yourself. Now, open your mouth and let me fuck it.” He smirked and moved closer to you. His cock was inches away from your face. You moved your head away, but he grabbed your hair and pulled it. You winced in pain.

"Open up. Open wide and say ahh."

You refused to obey. "Don't be stubborn." You clenched your teeth together. "If you don't open your mouth, I'll fuck your throat. I'll make you gag and choke."

"You're sick."

"Maybe, but so are you, darling."

He grabbed your face, forced your mouth open. You kept them close together, "I'll fucking bite your dick off, I swear."

He was having none of it, he used his magic to make you couldn't move your jaw. Then he shoved his cock inside your mouth and forced his way in. He started to pump his hips and his cock went deep down your throat, hitting the back of your throat. He moaned, enjoying the feeling.

He pushed his cock deep into your throat, making you gag. You could feel his hard length against your tongue. His precum leaked onto your taste buds, sending shivers down your spine. He kept thrusting in and out of your mouth, deeper and deeper. Your eyes watered.

You coughed, trying to catch your breath, but he was relentless. His hands gripped your hair tightly, his hips moved faster and harder, his cock sliding in and out of your throat.

You felt your body relax, your heart rate quickened, and your clit throbbed. You were getting turned on by this. You whimpered and felt a surge of excitement flow through your body. You couldn't believe it. You were excited at the thought of him taking you, forcing you, fucking you.

You were sick.

"This is all your fault." He said as he looked at you, enjoying the way your throat was stretched around him. "Such a good pet. Take it all, pet."

He grabbed your hair and forced his cock deeper into your mouth. You were struggling to breathe. He moaned louder as he felt his cock going deeper into your throat. He held his cock in your throat, watching you struggle to breathe. "Such a pretty face. I wonder how many people you've sucked off.”

You whimpered, feeling your body reacting to his words.

"Did you plan to suck that guy you were flirting with?" He thrusted his hips. You gagged and tears filled your eyes. "He could never make you feel this good." He moaned. His thrust became harder and deeper. You choked and gagged on his cock.

You cried, your body trembled. You were about to pass out, when he suddenly pulled his cock out and allowed you to breathe. You gasped, sucking in as much air as possible. You couldn't move, you were frozen. He then proceed to grab his cock and stroke it.

"Such a pretty sight, you are. And the view of your lips wrapped around my cock." He said, grinning. "Don't worry, my pet. I'm almost there. You're doing a great job. You're going to be rewarded for being so good for me. I'm going to give you what you want. What you need."

He grabbed your hair and slammed his cock deep again into your throat. Then his hand reached to your pussy. He put his finger in your pussy, you moaned as he touched your pussy. He smirked. "That's a good girl, you are learning. Now, suck my cock."

You started sucking his cock. He started thrusting his cock deeper and harder into your throat. He moaned as you sucked his cock. He loved feeling your mouth on his cock.

"Mmmphh… stwop.” You tried to beg, but his cock was down your throat.

"Do not talk with your mouth full, darling. That is not polite."

You felt him tighten around your neck. His grip was firm.

"I am going to cum. Do not spit. Swallow every drop, and maybe I will reward you. But only if you're a good girl. Do you understand?"

"Mmmph." You tried to protest, but the god didn't listen. You couldn't do anything except suck his cock. Loki kept fucking your mouth until his seed spilled into your throat, you felt the warm liquid slide down your throat making you choke. Your eyes rolled back as you swallowed his seed. He pulled out and released your hands.

You coughed, and gasped for air. "Good girl. Very good girl." Loki patted your head.

You glared at him. You wanted him dead.

"Don't be like that, Y/N. You're supposed to be happy. This is what you wanted, remember? We're together again. Just like old times."

You looked away. "That was a long time ago."

Loki grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. "But it's not too late. We can have it again. We can have everything. We just have to work together."

"Work together?" You scoffed, "How can we work together? You lied to me!”

“We can talk later, my love. Right now, I need to be inside you.” He stroked his cock, he was still hard even after he came earlier. He spread your legs apart and grabbed a hold of his cock, aiming it towards your wet pussy.

"Now I'm going to fuck you so hard until you pass out. Until I cum deep inside of you and make you mine again. Then when you wake up, I'll fuck you again, and again, and again."

You felt him press his cock against your pussy, his head slid between your folds and penetrated you. "No, Loki, please, I'm sorry."

"It's too late for that." He stroked down his hard cock even after he just came, he was hard again. He then forced himself inside of you. You screamed in agony. He was too big.

"Oh, stop your whining." Loki chuckled. "You're such a baby. It doesn't hurt that much."

His cock was big that it stretched your open, he didn’t give you time to adjust. You screamed, "You fucking asshole!"

"Watch your mouth, darling. I'm not a fan of that language." Loki slapped your pussy, it was red and swollen from his previous assault. He kept thrusting his hips, his cock pounded you over and over. Your whole body ached from him.

He was holding your waist down with one hand and pumping his hips in and out of your pussy. He continued to thrust in and out of you. He took his time and made sure he hit the spot that would make you scream and beg for more. He knew what you wanted, he knew your body and what made you tick.

You were biting your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan for him.

"Why don't you let me hear those beautiful moans, pet?" Loki purred, leaning his face in close to yours. "Don't hold back, you know you want to enjoy this."

"No..."

Loki grinned and snapped his hips hard against yours. "I know what you like, and I know you like this. It's why I keep doing this." He smiled wickedly. Loki picked up the pace. His cock hit the spot inside of you. "It’s okay. You don’t need to be embarrassed, just let it all out."

You bit your lip and gripped his sheets, trying not to make a sound. "Darling, you're so stubborn, you're going to hurt yourself." Loki grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked on it, causing you to moan and look up at him.

"You're fucking psycho!"

Loki began pounding into you even harder. His hand gripped your throat, and you felt yourself grow weaker. fast. "Loki, please..." Your vision began to fade, and you started gasping for air. “Stop…” Loki's fingers wrapped around your neck, he choked you.

He squeezed them together and pounding his cock into you. You screamed and he slapped your pussy again. He fucked you harder than you'd ever been fucked before. You were sobbing, begging him to stop. Tears ran down your face but he didn't slow down. He kept fucking you harder than before. Your breasts were bouncing wildly as he pounded into you.

You felt him hit a spot inside of you that caused a surge of pleasure to flow through your body. "That's it, darling." Loki moaned, slamming his hips harder against yours. "Come on, you know you want to."

You felt your orgasm building. You tried to fight the urge, but you couldn't help yourself. He kept pounding into you, his cock rubbing against your g-spot.

"Don’t fight it. You can't resist, so just give in." Loki said thrusting harder and harder, until you were both a moaning, writhing mess. Your walls clenched around his cock, and you arched your back. You moaned loudly as he fucked you harder and faster.

You couldn't fight it anymore, you screamed in pleasure, feeling yourself reaching your peak.

"Fuck, yes! Come for me! Milk my cock, pet"

You cried out as your orgasm crashed over you. Loki didn't stop, he continued thrusting in and out of your pussy. Your body shook uncontrollably. You cried out again, screaming.

"Please, stop." You pleaded, panting.

Loki ignored you, he fucked you harder and harder, and you could feel his cock throbbing inside of you. "I'm going to fill you with my seed. You'll be leaking it out for days. Every time you sit down or move, you'll feel it dripping down your thighs. You'll be mine."

"Please, Loki! No! Pull out!" You begged, trying to push him off of you. But he was too strong. "Why are you doing this to me?" You cried.

"I'm not going to pull out." Loki's fingers wrapped around your neck, he choked you. "After you betrayed me, this is the least you deserve. I'm going to make you pregnant. You'll have a little monster running around. You won’t ever leave me again.”

"No! Loki, stop!" You sobbed, crying out. "I'll do anything! Please don't cum in me."

"It's too late, pet." Loki ignored your pleas, he continued thrusting hard. He rubbed your clit, "Cum with me, my sweet." He was rubbing it harder, making it hard for you to keep up with his thrusts.

You shook your head. Loki growled. "Now."

You gasped, "No! No!" You cried out, trying to pull away. You couldn't fight it anymore. You moaned loudly. Your whole body spasmed with your orgasm, your walls clenching tightly around him.

Loki groaned. You felt him got bigger inside you. He let out a long moan. "Take my cum." He spilled his hot seed inside you. It filled you, filling you up, some of it spilling out. You could feel it filling your womb, stretching your belly. It was so warm.

He continued to fuck you through his orgasm, pushing more of his cum into you. "No! Please stop!"

Loki laughed, his cock was still hard and pushed his cock back into your pussy. "Oh, but we're not done yet. I'm not finished with you yet." He pushed himself deeper inside you. He was still coming. "This is just the beginning."

"You're fucking insane."

"Yes, I know." Loki was still pumping his cock in and out of you. "I'm going to train your body. You're going to crave me, my cock, and my cum. And every time you see me, you're going to want me to fuck you. You'll need me."

"No!" You cried.

"Yes, yes, you will. Because I'm the only one who can satisfy you." He was thrusting harder, deeper, his pace increasing.

You were afraid he might never stop. And he never did.

It had felt like hours. You lost count on how many times you had orgasmed. It was too much. The room was spinning, the pain and pleasure becoming too much. You were so sensitive, every touch sending you over the edge.

“Loki, please stop. I’m begging you.” You were exhausted, spent, and sore. You couldn’t take it anymore. But you couldn’t stop him, he was too strong and too weak. He kept fucking you over and over again until you were almost at the point of passing out. But he made sure you never did by using his magic to keep you awake.

"Look at your beautiful, stretched pussy. My seed is already filling you."

You whimpered, you could feel it. You could feel the weight of his cum inside you. He never pull out. He kept coming, and his cock kept spurting more and more. You didn’t think it was possible for anyone to have so much cum. He was fucking you again and again.

"You'll learn to love me. You'll learn to beg for me. You'll learn to come on command. You'll learn to obey me. You'll learn to pleasure me. You'll learn to worship me. Because that is how we are, my sweet."

It seemed like an eternity, but finally, he was done. He collapsed onto you, panting heavily. His cock remained buried inside your pussy, and you felt him softening inside you. Your pussy ached from the rough pounding he had given you.

"You are mine, my sweet. Now and forever." He said, giving you a possessive look.

You felt his cum slowly trickle out of you. Your belly was still swollen from the amount he had pumped into you. You had never felt so full. It was like you were a water balloon, and he had been filling you with water.

Loki kissed you deeply. You could barely fight him back, you were too weak. He smiled and ran his hand through your hair. "Now get some sleep, I'll be back to check on you later." Loki got up from the bed and walked away.

The door shut. You laid there, stunned and exhausted. You were still trying to process what had happened, but there was one thing you knew for sure. You were trapped. You were his prisoner.

He was not going to let you go. Ever.

"I hate you, Loki." You whispered.

And you knew he heard it.

E/N : I intentionally made her emotion sway back and forth, torn between desiring him yet hating his actions. They're both twisted in their own ways, perhaps that's why they complement each other.

Honestly, I'm not entirely content with how the story is going; I might rewrite or delete it later, I'm not sure. Nevertheless, thank you for reading!

Let me know if you enjoy dark fics too! I adore them and plan to write more.

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what once was mine | ch 1

Loki x Reader

Summary: When watching what once was supposed to be the rest of his life, in an empty room in the TVA, Loki sees someone he can't recognize; a girl who's all tenderness and loose smiles, and most importantly, she was smiling at him.

A/N: A long overdue mini-series for one of my favorite characters of all time. I had this idea when season one of Loki first came out, but never got to writing it, and now with season two coming, I decided to finally do it. There are two important things that need to be said before we head into it though; firstly and most importantly, I will not be following the show's plot at all, this story will only be focusing on the relationship between Loki and the reader, after all that's what it is about and I don't want it to be unnecessarily huge; secondly, this story will be mostly told in moments, which means that not every single scene happening between the characters will be written down in length. Lastly, I do hope you can all enjoy it. <3

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Things felt worthless. Everything suddenly seemed unimportant. His whole life, everything he knew, felt small and frail. Because here, infinity stones were mere paperweights.

Loki scoffed as he pushed himself up from the floor, one hand coming up to tug at the collar still wrapped around his neck. This place made him feel as if his brain was melting, it was all too much, too sudden—sacred timeline, variants. A sense of utter helplessness started to weigh heavily in the pit of his stomach.

Yet he couldn't hold himself back from sitting at the single table in the middle of the dim-lit room. The checkered image of the Avengers right in front of him seemed to be taunting him.

This was still the same day, right?

Or maybe not, Loki wasn't certain anymore; it sure didn't feel like the same day.

For a split second, as he looked down at the red, round device resting on top of the table, he thought about how everything here looked so old-fashioned. It was almost ironic, for a place out of time.

Loki couldn't help himself. His curiosity got the best of him eventually. But if anyone had their whole life just a click away, they'd probably do the same.

So he watched, through glimpses passing on a screen, a life that was supposed to be his. He watched his mother die, and then his father; he watched as Thor called him a brother with a smile on his face again, and as they made earth a new home for Asgard. Loki's eyes were already a pool of tears as soon as his mother's lifeless body had appeared in front of him, they cascaded down his cheeks freely, leaving behind a damp path of a lifetime worth of mourning, now seen in less than a minute. The loss somehow felt greater, because now he wouldn't even have those moments to begin with.

But suddenly, amidst the moments of suffering and mistakes, an unfamiliar face appeared. She had a smile on her face most of the time, and even through the static of the image in front of him, Loki could clearly see the glint in her pupils, the crinkle beside her eyes. She was quite captivating, maybe that's why it took him a second to realize she was smiling at him.

A frown etched itself in Loki's eyebrows, he leaned forward on his chair as he pressed play again. Curiosity and... apprehension twirled wildly inside his stomach.

The moments with her were endless. Walks on the beach, shared ice creams, quiet nights watching a movie, dancing together in a dark kitchen, the golden rays of a sunset shining against her hair in a memory tucked away like a treasure; and even a moment of her talking with Tony Stark and the others, while her hand held tightly onto Loki's, the other Loki, that is. All of them looked futile, a simple existence Loki would never have considered fit for him; so why did these moments feel important?

Inside TVA's lonely room, Loki held his breath until his lungs ached. His heart was threatening to jump out of his chest and his eyes were stinging for a whole new reason. He could feel the shaking of his own hands. That look in her eyes, it was one of love, anyone who saw would know it. But the cause of the sudden lump in Loki's throat was the fact that this look was always directed at him. That love in her eyes, that smile on her lips; was for him.

Several minutes went by with him silently looking at the paused image of her on the checkered screen. A few stray tears rolled down his cheeks, and he wasn't sure why yet. If it was for the shock of learning that someone could love him this much; or because of the envy, the longing for something that wasn't even his, not really, he never got there after all.

There was a hole in his chest, a missing piece of something he never had. Loki didn't even know her name, yet a part of him was screaming it anyway.

He eventually moved on, and almost threw up when he watched Thanos take his life from him. Loki watched his brother cry over his lifeless body, yet he wasn't seeing her.

And despite the boatload of information thrown at him, the questions clouding his mind were only; who is she? Where is she?

Lost. Loki felt more lost than he probably ever did in his entire life. He had just watched what was supposed to be the rest of his life, yet... it wouldn't be. So what now?

He sat down on the small stairs of the room, burying his head in his hands.

And then there was this girl; smiling and laughing and holding his hand as if he had been the best thing to ever happen to her. This feeling, warm and heavy, squeezing Loki's heart, was a foreign one—he couldn't quite place why that look of pure adoration in her eyes was directed at him.

He needed to know who she was. He needed to find her and ask her why. He needed to know what she was, or- would be to him.

The sudden sound of the door opening startled Loki, he watched as Mobius walked into the room, his steps overly cautious. "Loki? Nowhere left to run."

Gulping back a sob clawing its way through his throat, Loki took a deep breath. He slowly glanced up, voice calm and defeated as he asked a question he already knew the answer to; "I can't go back, can I?"

Mobius simply looked at him, his eyes holding some kind of sympathy as he spared Loki from hearing the truth out loud.

Loki pursed his lips, his gaze slowly trailed back to the screen on his left that again adorned a paused image of the mysterious girl. Her lips were turned up just slightly, dark sunglasses covered her eyes, and she held a slowly melting ice cream in one of her hands. "Who is she?" he asked quietly.

Placing his weapon on the table, Mobius let out a long sigh, "I was hoping you wouldn't ask about her."

The words made Loki snap his head towards him, a frown coming to his eyebrows immediately.

"She..." Mobius hesitated, "she is someone almost as annoying as you."

"That doesn't answer my question." Loki nearly sounded offended. He got up then, taking slow steps towards Mobius. "She seemed... important, yet I don't know who she is."

"I'm afraid you haven't met her yet."

"Then tell me who she is."

Mobius grimaced; "I don't think it's my place to say it."

"That's absurd," Loki scoffed, "it's my life we're talking about here."

"How about we help each other then, hm?" Mobius offered, and when Loki only frowned at him, he continued; "a fugitive Variant has been killing our Minutemen."

Loki narrowed his eyes. "And you need the God of Mischief to help you stop him?"

A small smirk came to Mobius' lips; "That's right. You help us stop him. I get you an opportunity to meet her and you can ask her whatever questions you want to know."

A meeting with someone didn't feel like much for his end of the bargain, but that same voice inside Loki was still screaming a name he didn't know how to spell. He had to know.

"Deal."

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what once was mine | ch 2

Loki x Reader

Series Summary: When watching what once was supposed to be the rest of his life, in an empty room in the TVA, Loki sees someone he can't recognize; a girl who's all tenderness and loose smiles, and most importantly, she was smiling at him.

A/N: I was kinda putting off writing this chapter because I was forced to write a scene I don't like to relive lol. But anyway, it's here, and I hope you like it. <3

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When you lost Loki, you didn't have time to grieve. The whole universe was being threatened, there was no time for tears.

It all had happened so fast. One minute Loki stood between you and Thanos, his hand holding yours and keeping you away from harm; and the next, Thor was dragging you away from the body of the person you loved the most, while you screamed until your throat burned.

And then you lost, again; half of the universe turned to dust. It was only one year later that a strange man came knocking at the compound's door with a solution, a hope. But not for you. After all, Loki wasn't one of the blipped ones, though a part of you wished he had been.

In the end, you won the war, and you brought everyone back; but you lost a piece of yourself.

You felt numb, hollow. Now, looking down at your hands, under the cold running water of the bathroom sink, you could see red even when it wasn't there. It stuck on your skin and under your fingernails. For the tenth time this week, you felt as if there were cotton balls in your throat and you couldn't breathe.

The sight was burned into the back of your mind, returning each night to haunt your nightmares. His bloodshot eyes, bright yet so lifeless; his hand still outstretched on the grounds of New Asgard when he'd last reached for you; dried tear tracks on his cheeks when he realized the inevitable; the crimson red blood dripping from his nose and mouth. That was the last image you had of your Loki, as you screamed—you couldn't even recall what exactly you had been screaming—and thrashed against Thor's strong hold on your body, dragging you away so you wouldn't meet the same fate.

You splashed water onto your face, making it hide your tears even though you could still taste the salt in between your sobs.

It's been over a year, and the pain has yet to subside. You've been living on autopilot since the last battle, helping rebuild and only eating enough to keep you going, barely speaking to anyone. There was a hole in your chest that you couldn't fill, a part of your heart that stopped beating the same day that his did. The year following The Snap had gone by in a blur, with everyone working incessantly trying to find a way to undo what happened, and part of you had a hope that you'd be able to bring Loki back as well; but when the solution was found, and he didn't come back, that last bit of hope was snuffed out like a candle, leaving you in the darkness.

People would look at you funny when you walked the hallways of the Avengers compound, you didn't know if it was because of the evident scar running from your forehead to the beginning of your left eyebrow, or because of the dark circles under your eyes.

You finally reached the kitchen and grabbed a mug with a sigh going past your lips. Steadily, you poured yourself some black coffee. Was it your second, or third mug of the day? You weren't sure.

"You drink a few more of those, it'll soon be running through your veins."

Thor's voice made you close your eyes, your back still turned to him. Despite loving the guy, you really didn't feel like talking right now. You brought the mug to your lips and took a generous sip before facing him.

"Here's hoping." You tried smiling, but it came more like a grimace.

A strong hand found your shoulder and squeezed. "Tony says he's worried about you... everyone is," Thor said quietly, trying to catch a glimpse of your eyes with his own.

You bit onto your lower lip, nearly drawing blood. When you looked up at Thor, you could see a reflection of your own pain in his kind eyes. "I just wish I could see him again. Just one last time." You shrugged weakly, watching as your vision turned blurry yet again.

In the same beat, Thor pulled you to him. His chin came to rest on top of your head as he hugged you tightly. "Yeah, me too," he whispered. "Me too."

It was on this same night that you woke up yet again covered in cold sweat and with a scream lingering on your tongue. Each beating of your heart against your ribs was a punch. The last image you had of him burned behind your eyes.

You got up and walked to your bedroom door, hands shaking when you turned the knob and when you filled a glass with water.

When you lost Loki, there was no time for a goodbye, there was no time for you to lay a last kiss on his forehead and promise to find him again in another lifetime. He was taken from you—abruptly, and without remorse—leaving behind a gash on your heart; an open wound that still bled.

Maybe that's why, on this same night, you made your way to Tony's lab, grabbed one of the few remaining pym particles, and pulled yourself through time.

Just one last time. You had to see him just one last time. You had to say goodbye, and make a promise.

The TVA found you before you found Loki. You never got back to your timeline.

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aren’t you glad you read the latin?

pairing: demon!bucky barnes x female reader

summary: you're exploring an abandoned church when you stumble onto a room with a mysterious old book written in latin. despite your friend's warnings, you decide to read the latin and end up summoning a demon.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), teratophilia/monsterfucking, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, size kink/size difference, breeding kink, praise kink, light degradation, thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), orgasm delay/denial, some overstimulation, dumbification, slight come inflation, temporary body modification, fated mates, pet names (little witch & pet), aftercare, happy ending (let me know if i missed something!!)

word count: 11.7k

a/n: whew! i know this is a day late since i said i'd be posting my halloween fics on sundays, but the warlock fic delayed my editing process, so it ended up taking a little longer to get this fic done! but i'm really happy with how it turned out!! it's technically my entry in my own halloween event, the horror movie hoe-a-thon, using the quote prompt "Do not read the latin." i was reading over the list one night and this idea popped into my head and i knew i had to run with it. i also wanted to branch out into more monster smut, so this demon!bucky is much less human than the demon!steve from my other fic 😈😈😈 (you're welcome, fellow monsterfuckers) anyway, i hope y'all enjoy!!!

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“Do not read the latin.”

Scoffing, you looked up from the book you’d discovered and shot your friend Natasha a petulant look. The book had been sitting on an ancient lectern made of dark wood in the secret room the two of you had discovered in the basement of the abandoned church, and you’d felt a weird urge to read it, stroking the soft leather binding before opening the tome to discover it was written in latin.

But Natasha was giving you a stern look, and you rolled your eyes. “It was your idea to come here,” you reminded her with a little pout. Your best friend had wanted to do something more than watch scary movies the night before Halloween, and after some research on local haunted locations, the two of you had found the abandoned church.

You’d started pulling on your boots before Natasha even finished reading through the description—something about being haunted or being frequented by devil worshippers, you weren’t really listening. Something inside you knew it’d be the perfect place to spend the night before Halloween, snooping around the empty church and trying to scare each other.

You didn’t really believe in the supernatural, so you weren’t expecting any ghosts or devil worshippers to pop out, but the deeper the two of you got into the church, the more you felt something. Natasha seemed to feel something weird about the vibe of the church, too, because she’d gotten more and more tense as you’d explored. You’d practically had to drag her down into the basement, using the heavy-duty flashlights she’d insisted you both bring to explore the empty space.

It had been your idea to look inside the weird wooden door that was built into the back of the stone basement, half-hidden behind a shelf. Natasha hovered in the doorway while you explored the room, which was empty save for the lectern, the book and a circle etched into stone floor, with symbols you couldn’t decipher decorating the outer edge.

“I think we should go,” Natasha said from the doorway, shining her light around the room like she was waiting for something to pop out of the shadows. Your normally unruffled best friend seemed genuinely spooked, which only made you want to have some fun with her, a wicked smirk pulling at the corners of your mouth.

“Aw, c’mon, Nat,” you whined, flipping idly through the weathered, yellow pages of the book in front of you. You’d thought about stepping away from the lectern to look more closely at the circle on the floor, but your feet didn’t want to move. It didn’t occur to you that that might be strange.

Nat’s gaze darted to the pages of the book, drawn by the soft rustling they were making as you flicked through them. “Do not read the latin,” she said again, her voice sharper than you’d ever heard it. “I’m serious.”

Her eyes were wide, too, and you realized she was really scared, though you couldn’t understand why. It was just a silly book and a silly room. You would put money that the whole setup had been left there by some kids trying to add to the legend of the church. It was all bogus. Probably.

Wanting to lighten the mood, you grinned at your friend. “What’s the point of learning a dead language if you’re always telling me not to use it?” you needled, waggling your eyebrows at Nat, though she didn’t seem swayed by your attempts to joke around.

Just then, your gaze caught on the page you’d turned to, a drawing on the weathered yellow paper catching your attention. On the page was a picture of a kind of…beast. As you peered closer, centering your flashlight over the drawing, you realized it wasn’t fully animal, more half-beast, half-man. The sketch was crude, but you could make out horns, claws and a tail on the hulking figure. A spark of interest lit in your gut as you looked at the image.

“I don’t always tell you not to use it,” Natasha retorted while you were fixated on the drawing, only half listening to your friend. “I just don’t think now is a good time.” She waved her arms around, gesturing to the room and the circle marking the floor. “Y’know, when we’re clearly in a place where reading the latin might summon a fucking demon.”

Her hissed words finally caught your attention and you dragged your eyes away from the book, glancing over at your friend, who was clearly unsettled by the situation you’d both found yourselves in. You couldn’t fully understand why Natasha was freaking out so much, but then, the room didn’t seem to scare you the same way it did her. If anything, you felt less spooked in the basement room than you had in the rest of the church.

Scoffing again at the preposterousness of accidentally summoning a demon, you shook your head, still smiling at your friend. “Ok, sure, let’s say that’s actually a real possibility for a second,” you said, indulging your friend. “Don’t forget, I’ve seen you looking at monsterfucker porn on your phone when I’m sitting next to you on the couch,” you teased, trying to calm your friend down with your light-hearted joking. Waggling your eyebrows at Nat again, you gave her a lascivious grin. “You sure you don’t wanna summon a demon and see what he’s packing?”

Natasha’s face filled with an angry flush. “You send me half of that porn,” she shot back, but a smile was flickering at the corners of her mouth and you knew you’d gotten through at least some of her fear. However, a second later she seemed to remember where you were and she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide a shiver. “Besides, that’s fantasy—this looks like the real deal, and I know better than to mess with an actual demon.”

Rolling your eyes, you muttered, “You’re assuming demons are real.” Your skepticism wavered, though, when you glanced back down at the book and found your fingers stroking over the drawing of the creature that you realized was the tome’s depiction of a demon. That was strange.

Something about the image was calling to you, inspiring a soft heat to bloom in your core, settling into the juncture of your thighs and pulse through your body in time with the steady beating of your heart. It was such a pleasant feeling that you were tempted to answer the call of the drawing, at least enough to read the instructions on how to summon the being. It seemed easy enough, all you had to do was chant a few lines of latin. A rightness settled into your heart, your eyes skipping over the warnings written in the dead language and focusing on the words you’d need to say.

“Well, my dear friend Natasha,” you said, planting yourself more firmly behind the lectern and looking up only long enough to shoot a foolhardy grin at your friend. “I do not know better.”

That was the only warning you gave her before you looked back down and started reading the latin. It had been a while since you’d spoken the dead language out loud, and the words felt strange and unnatural on your tongue, but you couldn’t say whether that was your rustiness or if the words themselves had a tinge of evil to them. Your heart raced with excitement as you felt a prickling beneath your skin. Something was actually happening.

Not long after you began to read, an unnatural wind started to swirl around the room, candles wedged into sconces lining the stone walls flickering to life without any matches. The wind blew faster and faster, a dull roaring sound filling the small chamber. Above the noise, you heard Natasha cry out from the doorway, and when you glanced up, having learned the words enough to repeat them without reading from the book, you saw your friend backing away from the doorway. Her eyes were impossibly large and round in her face, a stricken expression overtaking her features.

Natasha’s mouth opened like she was going to scream for you to stop, but before any sound came out, the door to the room blew shut, sealing you inside the chamber beneath the abandoned church. Alone. Your friend’s warnings about summoning an actual demon flitted through your mind. Even you had to admit something supernatural was occurring in the room, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything other than anticipation about what would result from the incantation you were reading.

When you’d finally finished chanting the passage in latin the designated number of times, you looked up from the book in time to see a wisp of smoke seep through a small crack in the stone floor at the center of the circle. It rose up toward the ceiling, expanding until the thick smoke was pouring into the room from below. You coughed and sputtered, pulling your sweater up to cover your mouth and nose, your eyes watering as the darkened smog blotted out the light of the candles. It grew so thick, you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face.

After a short few moments, the smoke began to dissipate, and the first thing you noticed was the hulking figure standing in the middle of the circle, the light of the candles casting him in a warm glow. You blinked the smog from your eyes as the half-human, half-beast form of the demon came into focus through the disappearing smoke. The creature that stood before you was even more intimidating than what was pictured in the book, but your body responded by heating all over.

He was massive—his shoulders half as broad as you were tall, muscles bulging in his chest and arms, making him appear even larger. He was tall, too, the horns protruding from his brow brushing the ceiling even as he stooped a little. Your eyes caught on his horns, taking in the way they were thicker at the base before sharpening to wicked-looking points as they extended back at an angle from his temples.

As your gaze drifted down from the horns, you noticed the demon’s face and his handsome features—a strong brow that was lowered over eyes the color of the summer sky, a mouth with impossibly soft lips turned down in a small frown and a sharp jaw gritted with tension. The demon had a dusting of facial hair along his jaw that you ached to brush your lips over and feel the coarse roughness, as well as brown hair cut to his chin that framed his handsome face perfectly.

Unable to stop the perusal of your eyes, your gaze traveled further down, taking in the golden skin of the demon’s chest, which was heaving slightly in the candlelight as he breathed. The hue of his arms darkened below the elbow, blending into a deep burgundy color at his hands, which were tipped with claws. The demon’s legs were the same. Though his thighs, thick as tree trunks, appeared human beneath the soft shorts he wore, below his knee they faded into the color of dried blood and more resembled the clawed feet of a predatory animal. And finally, behind him, a long tail flicked with curiosity.

It was only when you grew light-headed and dizzy that you realized you’d been holding your breath while taking your first look at the demon. You gasped for air, noting the way the creature’s eyes darted to your lips at the sound. The blue of his gaze darkened while he watched your lips part and your chest rise rapidly beneath your sweater. Heat rose within you, your body responding to the demon’s attention. You didn’t quite understand the force of your attraction to the demon, but you were so warm and your head muzzy with desire, you had no inclination to question how you felt.

“You were the one to summon me, little witch?” the demon asked, breaking the silence that had fallen in the room since you’d finished reading and the wind had died down. The creature’s voice was deliciously deep, the tenor of it digging into your ribcage and settling down in the marrow of your bones, making your knees knock together with a trembling shiver.

Beneath your skirt, you clenched your thighs together against the budding throb of arousal between your legs and stared up into the demon’s face, his stature so significantly taller than yours that you had to crane your neck. “I did,” you admitted, pressing your lips together while you quickly debated whether to say more. Before you could think better of it, you spilled the rest of your confession. “I felt… compelled to do so,” you said, picking your words carefully as you thought of what had driven you to read the latin of the summoning spell.

Since you were already looking at the demon’s face, you caught the look of surprise that flitted across his features. Then his brow furrowed back over his eyes and his mouth resumed its frown. “The book called to you?” he asked, glancing between your face and the tome sitting before you on the lectern.

Your eyes dropped to the book and you thought of the pull you’d felt toward the church, then the basement, and the room you were standing in. You thought of how you’d flipped through the pages of the book until you’d landed on the one to summon the demon in front of you, and the way your fingers had idly stroked over the drawing of him when you’d been talking to Natasha. You hoped your friend didn’t hate you for ignoring her warnings, but you couldn’t ignore what was right in front of you.

“Yes,” you said in a small, hesitant voice. But as soon as you said it, you thought about how ridiculous it was to think that a book—a spell to summon a demon—could call to you. Rebelling against the very notion, you forced yourself to laugh, the sound choked and wretched in the small, stone room. “But that’s ridiculous, right?” you said, your voice high and off-kilter as you returned your gaze to the demon. You didn’t wait for him to answer, though, as you blustered on. “It is! I’m being ridiculous,” you said, mostly talking to yourself at that point, your fingers gripping the edges of the lectern so hard your knuckles were white. “I’m letting the Halloween spirit get to me—I just wanted to know what it’d be like to fuck a demon!”

A low rumbling growl came from the creature and your gaze flicked up to his face in time to see his eyes darkening, his expression turning hungry as a smirk curved the edges of his mouth. “Well, then, little witch,” he rumbled, stepping closer to you, his hulking body blotting out the light of the candles on the opposite side of the room as he prowled toward you. “I’m more than happy to ignore the mystery of the calling you felt in order to oblige you.” His smirk was wickedly sharp, his lips parting to flash his fangs.

Instinctively, you stepped back from the lectern while the demon continued to stalk toward you, your heart racing in your chest, and the throb of your arousal echoing between your thighs. Your feet were clumsy, your legs trembling, and even still, you felt dampness in your panties making the soft fabric cling to your sticky folds. Your emotions were a riot in your body, fear and desire fighting for dominance as you retreated from the creature with shaky steps while he smirked wider and wider until your back hit the stone wall of the room. A gasp wrenched free from your lips.

The creature was grinning and practically salivating as you trembled against the wall, his tail twitching agitatedly behind him. Your neck craned as you watched his still-approaching form. “You need not be afraid of me, little witch,” he rasped, drawing closer until he was within reach. He planted his claw-tipped hands against the wall on either side of your head, caging you in with his large body. He ducked his head down toward your upturned gaze, his face and shoulders blocking out the rest of the room as he overwhelmed you with his presence without even touching you. “I won’t hurt you,” he promised, his eyes glittering with desire.

When you took in a deep breath to calm yourself, all you could smell was the scent of his skin, like a crackling fire and something earthy beneath. It was an intoxicating combination and you wanted to bury your face between the demon’s pecs and sniff him to your heart’s content, but you shoved the idea aside as soon as you had it, determining it to be too preposterous. Instead, you forced yourself to meet his eye and say, “Y-you keep calling me a witch,” you said, your voice rising as if asking a question. “I’m not a witch.”

The demon’s smirk softened into a smile and he dropped a hand from the wall, brushing the back of one of his monstrous fingers down your cheek so softly it made your heart ache with yearning. His tail wrapped gently around your leg, just above your knee, your thighs squeezing together and pinning him between them.

“You read the latin, you summoned a demon,” he recounted, making your face heat when you were confronted by what you’d done. “By all accounts, that makes you a witch.”

It seemed too simple, but you couldn’t really argue with that logic. Your actions had been rather witchy, and even if you were still grappling with the knowledge that magic and demons both existed, you were enjoying the way he touched you far too much to be able to form a response. So you just nodded, acknowledging his answer.

Seeing your acceptance, the demon pulled his hand away from your cheek, but before he could place it back on the wall, you let out a little whimper of protest. You wrapped both your hands around his wrist and brought his hand back to your face, the expanse of his palm enveloping your cheek and jaw. You nuzzled into his blood-red hand, inhaling the scene of him while staring up into his blue eyes.

“What should I call you?” you asked, your voice soft and a little shy. You wracked your brain to remember if the ancient book you’d used to summon him had listed a name, but if it had, you’d missed it. And if he was going to call you ‘little witch,’ you wanted to be able to call him something, too.

At your question, the demon smirked again. “A demon never gives his real name,” he started, cupping your face purposefully in his massive palm, a rumbling purr sounding in his chest when you continued to nuzzle into him, your eyes closing with a contented sigh. His hand was big enough that you felt the tips of his claws graze the back of your neck, making you shiver, more wetness pooling between your thighs. “For it gives those who know it too much power over him.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, only half listening as you enjoyed the feeling of his warm, calloused palm against your soft cheek. He felt hotter than any human should, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that was true for all of him. His tail was warm against your leg, but what about the rest of him? What would it feel like to sink onto his hardness—would he feel impossibly hot in the depths of your own heat?

A chuckle came from the demon before he murmured, “Little witch,” to get your attention again. Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled as you found the creature gazing affectionately down at you. He went on, answering your question. “I’ve had many names throughout the ages—zimniy soldat, zimski vojnik, vintersoldat,” he said, his tongue rolling easily through each of the languages that were foreign to you. “Hiemis militis,” he finished and you recognized the latin, though it took you a moment to translate it.

“The Winter Soldier?” you asked hesitantly, unsure if your translation was correct.

“Mhm,” he murmured, a pleased smile spreading across his face. His thumb stroked your cheek affectionately, and you smiled in return. “You may call me that or any of the others, little witch.”

You would’ve expected a demon to be much rougher and meaner, but you were enjoying the creature’s softness, it stoked the heat inside you even higher. You had the urge to press your body to his massive form and writhe against him like a cat in heat, but you settled for bringing your hands up and placing them against his abdomen, which was level with your chest.

“Soldat,” you said slowly, testing out the word on your lips. It sent a shiver of need down your spine and you looked up into the Winter Soldier’s face. He smiled and nodded at you, encouraging you. “Soldat,” you said again, acting instinctively as you pushed yourself up on tiptoes, head tilted back so that your lips were angled toward his mouth.

The demon knew exactly what you wanted, but he was so much taller than you that he couldn’t quite stoop enough to kiss you. So he wrapped his massive hands around your waist and picked you up, pinning you back against the wall by pressing his hulking body against yours, one of his thick thighs pushing between your legs as his tail wrapped around your ankle, pulling you open for him. His skin was hot against your inner thighs, brushing up under your skirt, but you couldn’t be distracted by that because a moment later the demon’s mouth was on yours.

The Winter Soldier kissed you like he touched you—gently, taking care of your fragility in comparison to his imposing muscle. His mouth was searching as it worked against yours with soft brushes of his lips and tongue, the carefulness of his movements teasing your arousal even higher until you were practically intoxicated with it.

A needy whimper escaped your lips as you pushed against the creature, taking his face in your hands and deepening the kiss with a hunger that surprised even you. The demon made a pleased sound deep in his chest, rumbling against your ribcage, and you felt his mouth curve into the ghost of a smile before he was meeting your fervor with his own. His tongue plunged past your lips and took possession of your mouth, dragging heated gasps and desperate moans from your throat as he explored you.

He tasted of sin and pleasure and depraved devotion and you couldn’t get enough, your hands clinging to his bare shoulders as your hips began to work against his thick thigh, grinding yourself down on his bulging muscle through your panties. You were slick enough to make the movement pleasurable and you moaned at the friction, the demon swallowing the sound down with a growl. His response only made you grow slicker between your thighs, so that you were sure he could feel your wetness against his heated skin.

Wrenching his mouth from yours, the demon’s face hovered in front of your gaze, his blue eyes blazing with a depthless hunger and his nostrils flaring as he scened something that made another sound rumble in his chest. “I can smell your arousal, little witch,” he murmured before taking a deep breath and groaning low in his throat. “You smell like your sweet cunt is flooded and ready for cock.”

Heat filled your cheeks at the implication of his words, but the pleased groans he let out sent a warming desire straight to your slit. You clenched your thighs, which only pressed your slit down harder on him, wringing a keening, desperate sound from you. “Soldat,” you whined, rocking against him with jerky, frantic movements. “Please, I need more!”

He chuckled, his hands gripping your hips and guiding you to rub yourself harder against his thigh, his tail stroking gently up and down your leg. “You want to see what it’s like to fuck a demon, don’t you, little witch?” he asked tauntingly, throwing your earlier words back at you, making you whine mindlessly while he went on. “Want to know the feeling of being split open on my monstrous cock?” His voice was low and merciless right beside your ear as you furiously humped his thigh. “Do you think you can take it?”

His taunting words had you glancing down below his waist and your eyes widened when you saw the massive, twitching bulge beneath his shorts. His one scrap of clothing was made of a soft material that did very little to hide the way his big dick was growing and thickening, the weeping tip pushing out from the waistband of his shorts. Your mouth watered at the sight of the blood-red demon cock, wanting to sink to the floor and lick the pearl of precum from the head of his cock, then worship the full length of him with your mouth until he came down your throat.

But you realized quickly you’d have trouble doing more than licking and kissing him. As the Winter Soldier’s cock continued to grow with the demon’s desire for you, you saw the full head of his dick push out of his shorts, and it was bigger than anything you’d seen outside of the monsterfucker porn you liked. He was as thick around as your wrist and as long as your entire forearm. You knew you’d struggle to take even the head of his cock in his mouth.

Even as the Winter Soldier’s size should’ve made you question how he could ever possibly fit inside you, your mind was focused on the thought of sitting between his legs and worshipping his magnificent, monstrous cock however you could manage. If that meant kissing and licking up and down the veins of his thick cock, then taking the head into your mouth and sucking on him until he came, then so be it.

“Mm, you’re a perfect little whore, aren’t you, witch?” the demon teased, having read your slutty thoughts from the way you were staring wantonly at his cock. He made another pleased rumble in his chest, almost like a purr, the sound making you squirm on his thigh, your pussy dripping and clenching down around nothing when what your body wanted was to be stuffed full of cock. The demon chuckled. “You do like the idea of taking my demon cock into your tight little human cunt, don’t you,” he said, a hint of awe in his tone. “I can feel you soaking through your panties—you’re drenched for me, aren’t you?”

His words had you warming with embarrassment over your blatant desire for the creature, but you refused to feel shame for your arousal—especially when the demon wanted you just as badly. His stiff cock was evidence of that. So you looked up at the Winter Soldier and gave him a wide, hungry smile of your own.

“I’ve thought a lot about fucking a monster cock like yours, Soldat,” you confessed, your expression shifting into one of coy teasing. You fluttered your lashes at him, trying to restrain the smirk that wanted to be set free. “I want you to do more than split me open—I want you to ruin my pussy with it.” You savored the way his blue eyes darkened at your words. “Fuck me, claim me, make me yours, Soldat.”

“Filthy little witch,” the demon growled, your words cutting through his restraint. He tore your sweater and skirt from your body with one sweep of his razor-sharp claws, shredding your panties before you could even gasp at the cold of the room brushing against your bare skin. “So eager to be defiled and desecrated by a demon.” His big hands groped your small, soft body, using his tail to tease your nipples until they were stiff peaks and your chest was heaving with need. The demon’s eyes flashed when he caught your heavy-lidded gaze. “Do you even know what it means to be taken by a demon, to have my infernal seed buried in your sweet little human cunt?”

“Oh fuck, I don’t care,” you whined, your hips writhing against the bare skin of the Winter Soldier’s thigh. The heat and hardness of his leg was a weak replacement for what you really wanted between your thighs, and it only made you more desperate to be filled. Reaching down, you shoved the demon’s shorts down and wrapped both hands around his massive cock, working them up and down his length until you earned a groan of approval. “I want your cock, I want you to fuck me—now, Soldat, please.”

The demon chuckled, bouncing you on his thigh, which only wrung a more needy moan from you. “Such a reckless little witch,” he rumbled. Still teasing your nipples with his tail, he slid one of his hands down your body and shoved it between your cunt and his leg, his fingers curling inside your sopping wet pussy with ease. You half-expected to feel the pinch of his claws, but you felt only pleasure at finally having something inside you. “And so wet for your demon,” he practically purred in your ear, thrusting two fingers slowly into you. “You’re just a desperate, needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you answered quickly on a gasp, only half aware of the question he’d asked. You were so riled up, arousal pounding through your blood, that you suspected you would’ve agreed to anything he said. Perhaps it should’ve worried you, especially what he’d said about burying his seed inside you, but you were too far gone in your lust to care. “Need you, Soldat, I need you so bad,” you cried, tears springing to your eyes in your frustration.

“I know, pet, I know,” he murmured soothingly as he added another finger to your hole, stretching you out while you rocked on him. His tail caressed your breasts and belly as he stroked your face with his hand, cooing at you sympathetically while he brushed his lips against your heated cheeks. “Gotta get you ready to take me,” he explained, an apology in his tone as he explained why he hadn’t given you his cock yet.

You nodded to let him know you understood, squirming and letting out a little whimper when he added a fourth finger, panting for breath as you struggled to take him. You knew he was right to take his time stretching you out before trying to sheath his monstrous cock inside you, and you knew you should be grateful he was even trying to prepare you, but you were impatient. To keep yourself from whining more for him, you kept your hands moving up and down his hardness, using your thumb to collect the pearl of precum from the tip.

The Winter Soldier’s attention was dragged away from your pussy when you brought that thumb to your lips and you caught his eye before popping it into your mouth. You let him see the way your eyes went heavy-lidded at the first taste of him, so salty and musky and good that you groaned loudly. You sucked on your thumb while the demon watched, reveling in the heat of his attention. An unnatural tingling sensation was spreading through you, but you didn’t stop and wonder at it, too transfixed by the Winter Soldier and your desire.

“You like how my come tastes, little witch?” he rumbled, fucking you faster with his fingers buried in your cunt up to the knuckle. You were so wet for him and he was moving so fast, the sounds of your wet, squelching pussy were loud in the otherwise quiet room, only matched by your panting breaths. “Are you trying to tempt me into fucking your hot mouth so you can guzzle down my seed like a thirsty heathen?”

At his filthy words, you moaned and arched your body, trying to bear down harder on his fingers even though you had no leverage with your body pinned to the wall. Panting dazedly, you managed a smirk as you looked up at the demon. “If you’re offering…” you said in a suggestive, if breathless, voice.

He rumbled another laugh, the sound making you shiver with need. “Too greedy for your own good,” he chastised lightly, the tip of his tail spanking your ass lightly, though it still made you twitch and grind harder on his fingers. The Winter Soldier shoved his fingers as deep inside you as they’d go and spread them, stretching you almost impossibly wide. He’d driven you to the edge of your release and you were hanging on by a thread, your gasping moans turning even more desperate as words escaped you.

“While I do like the idea of covering your pretty face in my come,” he began, working your pussy open with his big fingers while you cried out and writhed against him. “I said I’d fuck your tight little cunt and I always keep my word.” He pulled his fingers from your fluttering channel, wrenching you away from the edge and denying you your release. You whined at the loss of him, but the demon only shushed you. “Hush, little witch, you’ll be filled with more demon cock than you can handle soon enough—and you’ll come more times than you can count.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that, Soldat,” you said on a purr, a pleased smile on your lips. You let your head fall forward against the demon’s chest, kissing and licking and biting his skin wherever you could reach while he shifted you in his hands. He shoved his shorts down to his feed and maneuvered you until your legs were spread around his waist, your dripping entrance hovering over the tip of his cock. Your arms couldn’t reach up around his shoulders so you held onto his bulging biceps for something to cling to.

The tips of the demon’s claws dug into the soft flesh of your ass and you moaned, rocking against the tip that felt much bigger than his four fingers. Excitement and only a small amount of trepidation rippled through your body as you kept grinding down on the head of Winter Soldier’s thick cock. His tail wrapped around one of your ankles and spread you wider until your thighs were as open for him as possible. The demon started to push inside you and even with all his time preparing you, it took a long moment to work the tip of his massive cock into your tight little hole.

“Soldat,” you whined when it popped inside, stretching you nearly to the point of pain. But it felt so good, too, your pussy being stretched beyond its limit making your mind go hazy with pleasure. Your mouth fell open as you whined and whimpered, not knowing whether you were urging him on or urging him to be careful.

“Shh, be a good little witch and take your demon’s cock,” the Winter Soldier rumbled, pulling out before thrusting just the tip back inside, sending your head rolling side to side on your shoulders as your body struggled to accommodate his size. You wailed at the overwhelming sensations, your brain feeling like it had leaked from your head so that all you could do was make mindless sounds as he impaled you on his cock. “You wanted this, remember, little witch?” he teased you as he fucked you with the tip of his cock. “You begged me to ruin your pussy with my big, fat demon cock—does it not feel as good as you hoped?”

He was pressing deeper with every thrust, fucking you open with his monstrous cock, and you could feel yourself stretching to take him, your pussy aching with the effort, but the pleasure you felt far eclipsed any pain. “Better,” you cried out on a gasp, barely finding your tongue and answering his question. You tilted your face up so you could see his face looming above yours, getting lost momentarily in his darkened gaze. “Feels better than I ever imagined,” you slurred, half-drunk and dumb on the pleasure he was giving you. A dazed smile spread across your face as his cock rubbed against more and more of your sensitive inner walls, filling you better than any man or toy ever hoped to.

“You love it, don’t you—love being my perfect little cocksleeve?” the demon rumbled, fucking even deeper into you. He’d worked at least half of his length inside you, which didn’t seem like it should be possible, but you could feel him deep inside you, his cock hot inside your slick channel. The Winter Soldier took one hand away from your hip and placed it over your lower belly, pressing down and making you feel him buried inside you even more acutely. “You love feeling my demon cock destroying your pussy for anyone else, don’t you, little witch?”

“Yes, master,” you cried hoarsely, not knowing where the honorific came from but not questioning it either. It felt right to call your demon ‘master,’ especially after he’d taken such exquisite possession of your body. You gasped when he shoved his cock even deeper, his hand pressing down on your belly making your body even tighter around him. “Love it so much!”

The Winter Soldier groaned, his hands flexing against your body and gripping you even more tightly. “You were made for this, pet,” he rasped, dropping his head and pressing kisses to your forehead until you tilted your face up and he could capture your lips. He relaxed his grip on your body and let gravity do its work, forcing you to sink further down on his cock.

You whimpered into the demon’s mouth as you felt his cock rearranging your guts to fit his hot, hard length inside you. You weren’t sure how much of his cock was left for you to take, but you weren’t sure anymore would fit. But just as you had that thought, he shoved another inch of his fat cock into your pussy, making you cry out, your whole body trembling in his arms as you came suddenly.

The demon held you crushed to his chest, grunting and groaning as your pussy convulsed around his thick cock. You knew the tip of his dick was weeping precum into your cunt from the tingling sensation that spread through you, recognizable from when you’d tasted his come. The feeling added to your pleasure as you rode out your orgasm with jerky little movements of your hips and mindless moans.

“That’s it, little witch, come on your master’s cock,” he rasped, one hand stroking down your side, feeling the way your body trembled for him. “You feel so good milking my cock, but I’m not done with you yet.” With that, he pushed another inch into you, making you shriek in surprise, your body wracked with violent tremors at the feeling in your oversensitive pussy, but he didn’t relent. “You were made for this,” he repeated, his voice taking on a dark and hungry edge as he worked his cock even deeper. “You were made to take demon cock inside your tight little cunt—and you were made to take demon seed inside your human womb and be bred by a demon.”

The Winter Soldier’s words should have worried or scared you, but they only turned you on more. You moaned unintelligible gibberish, legs spreading wider, knees lifting higher to take his cock deeper inside you in an invitation to do exactly as he said. Your hands clung to his massive biceps, nails digging into his skin while you nodded your head fervently. You didn’t know where the desire came from to let this demon, the one called the Winter Soldier, breed you, but you were defenseless against the need inside you.

“Master, please, please breed me,” you begged, the words slipping from your lips before you’d scarcely thought them. They felt right on your tongue, like it was only natural for you to want a demon to breed you. “Master, master, master, please, knock me up, breed me with your seed,” you said, whimpering and moaning as you stared up into the demon’s eyes.

“Perfect pet,” the Winter Soldier praised, his eyes darkening as he stared down at you, stroking your face with his claw-tipped hand. “I’m going to fill you up with my come until my seed takes in your precious little womb, and then I’m going to watch as you swell with my child—my perfect little breeding witch.”

With a growling grunt, the demon buried his cock into your cunt to the hilt, shoving the rest of his length into your body. A scream wrenched free from your lips at the sharp, searing pain of your body taking his entire cock deeper than was humanly possible, but the sting was soon replaced by pleasure beyond any you’d ever felt.

Your body went limp in your demon master’s arms, your head rolling back on your shoulders and your tongue lolling out of your mouth. It was like the demon’s cock had flipped a switch inside you and you were left completely mindless, only able to bask in the unimaginable bliss he delivered unto your body. Your mouth made soft babbling sounds, but otherwise you were nothing more than a boneless toy for the Winter Soldier to use for his own pleasure.

“That’s it, little witch,” the demon growled, pulling out until only the tip of his monstrous cock was still inside you. A gentle keening sound escaped your mouth and the creature chuckled. “Give me your submission and I’ll fuck you just like you’ve always dreamed—like you’re nothing more than my tight, warm cocksleeve.”

Another sharp cry fled your lips when he used his grip on your waist to pull you down onto his cock, filling you up all over again, making your body shudder with pleasure. You were distantly aware that his cock never should’ve fit all the way inside your pussy, but he was buried inside you to the hilt and it felt too good to question. The tingling throughout your body persisted and, if you had to guess, you suspected some kind of magic was at work allowing you to take the creature’s full length.

“Fuck, you feel so good, pet,” the Winter Soldier purred, using your body like a fleshlight as he worked you up and down his cock. “You were made to please me, and you’re doing so well—taking your master’s cock so fucking deep.” He groaned loudly, the sound so deep and delicious, it made your body clench with desire. “I can feel your womb, pet,” he rumbled, fucking you faster on his cock, driving your pleasure higher and higher. “Your cervix is sucking on my cock, begging for my seed, little witch.” His voice was little more than a growl as he fucked you furiously. “Do you want it? Do you want my demon seed inside your sweet little human womb?”

You couldn’t do anything but babble mindlessly, too far gone with pleasure as he fucked you, but you tried to nod your head to show that you wanted it. You wanted it so badly, to be filled with your demon master’s come, to carry his child, to give your body over to him and be his perfect breeding pet.

The demon chuckled as you struggled to answer his questions, fucking you harder when he saw you nod your head. “Good pet,” he purred, his balls, big and heavy, slapping against your ass with every thrust. “It’s been so long since anyone’s summoned me, I’ve got plenty of come for you, little witch,” he rasped, his own desire evident in his voice. “I’ll fill you up until your womb is full and bloated with my come,” he promised, bouncing you furiously on his cock while you both groaned at the feeling. “And then I’ll keep you plugged with my cock so none can leak out.”

“Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh,” you mumbled, the closest thing you could get to real words. You wanted to show him how much you wanted what he was saying. It called to something deep in you that you’d never looked at very closely, but the thought of being bred by your demon was too good, and it only drove your pleasure higher, pushing you closer to your release.

“Ready, little witch?” the Winter Soldier huffed, fucking you harder, rutting into you as he chased his release. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, and you shivered, nodding your head as quickly as you could. The demon grinned wickedly, his tail slipping between your thighs to rub your clit ruthlessly while he pounded into you. “Take my come, little witch, take your demon master’s seed deep in that tight little cunt, let me flood your womb.” He grunted, burying his cock deep inside you, his length throbbing as you felt him begin to release.

You came at the first spurt of his seed, your vision going black for a moment as overwhelming pleasure washed over you. Your whole body clenched tight as a piercing scream spilled from your mouth. You dug your nails into the demon’s biceps hard enough to nearly draw blood, your hips jerking and pressing down on his cock, rubbing against his tail on your clit, as you rode out your orgasm.

The Winter Soldier groaned like he was being tortured as you both writhed together, drawing out your orgasms while he flooded your pussy with his come. There was so much that your lower belly felt heavy with it and when you glanced down, you saw a bulge in your body that could only be from the amount of come the demon had pumped into you. Your pussy fluttered with another minor orgasm at the sight, and you let out a breathless moan. The demon grunted, thrusting into you shallowly, like he was making sure he’d milked every drop inside you.

After long moments of reveling in your pleasure together, the demon slumped, his arms wrapping around your lower body to hold you cradled against his chest. With a contented sigh, he turned until his back was to the wall and then slid down, holding you carefully so no part of your bared skin scraped against the rough stone of the wall or the floor. You relaxed against his massive chest, trying to catch your breath.

For a long time, you lay like that, your much smaller body sprawled across the expansive chest of the demon you’d summoned. His cock was softening inside you, but still filled you to the point of being nearly uncomfortable. You enjoyed the feeling of being connected to him, and you didn’t want to ever move. You were so content and sated, you let yourself dream about spending the rest of your life in your demon’s arms.

The Winter Soldier seemed happy as well. He purred beneath you, his hands and the tip of his tail stroking up and down your spine comfortingly. Occasionally, he dragged his claws over your skin in a way that made you shiver. He chuckled whenever you trembled, enjoying the way your body reflexively clenched down on his cock. Then his hands would go back to soothing over your body, groping your ass and hips possessively.

Slowly, you regained control of your limbs and your breathing evened out, but you stayed where you were, content to lay on the Winter Soldier as long as he’d allow. The tingling that you’d felt since the demon began leaking precum into your pussy began to ebb, and you felt something strange—something new—at the base of your spine and at your temples. You tensed with confusion, not sure what was happening to your body, and the demon grunted when your walls clenched down hard on his cock.

“Something wrong, little witch?” he rumbled in a soft, sleepy voice. You didn’t have a chance to truly appreciate the sweetness of the demon’s sleepy voice because the sensations in your body were so strange, they were making you worry for the first time since you’d entered the room beneath the abandoned church.

“I feel weird,” you said, pushing yourself up and reaching behind you to touch your lower back, just before the rise of your ass. Your fingers connected with the base of a tail that hadn’t been there before and you gasped. “I have a tail,” you said in a quiet, wondrous tone. Turning to look over your shoulder, you ran your fingers along the new blood-red appendage, shivering at the sensation. The tail was sensitive even to your own touch and your stroking fingers had you quivering with need.

The Winter Soldier’s own tail curled around your back and came to twine with yours, making you shudder and suck in a sharp breath, your nipples tightening into stiff peaks as renewed arousal flooded your pussy. The demon groaned, then caught your chin between his fingers, turning your face to him. “You really didn’t read the fine print before you summoned me, did you, little witch?” he asked, amusement in his tone.

When his gaze flicked to your temples and he nodded in their direction, you reached up and inspected the other spots where you’d felt the tingling sensation. You found two small horns, only a couple inches long, protruding from your hairline and pointing toward the back of your head. “I have horns!” you exclaimed, a little bit of excitement in your tone at the new additions to your body. But then the Winter Soldier’s words finally sank in and you refocused on him, your brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait, what do you mean about the fine print?”

“You summoned a breeding demon, little witch,” he explained, gesturing to himself with one hand, an amused smirk on his lips. “Since humans aren’t meant to take a demon’s cock, our come changes your body to accomodate for our size,” he said, swatting your ass lightly and making you clench down on him again, highlighting just how big he was and how impossible it was that he’d buried the entirety of his cock inside you. He was getting hard inside you, his length thickening and stretching you to the point that you barely heard his next words. “And there can be certain side effects,” he finished, his tail stroking yours and making you moan shamelessly.

Your hips rocked on the Winter Soldier’s cock, and it took some effort to refocus on the conversation, worry seeping back into your chest as a thought occurred to you. “Is it permanent?” you asked in a shaky voice, wondering how on earth you were going to explain your new horns and tail to Natasha, let alone everyone else in your life.

The Winter Soldier leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips brushing against the base of one of your little horns. “No, pet,” he murmured, a tinge of regret in his tone. “The summoning isn’t permanent, so neither are the side effects.”

“Oh,” you said, inexplicably disappointed by that revelation. However, you realized there might be another way your body could change from your coupling with the demon. “But what about your seed—if humans can’t normally take demons, can I get pregnant from you?”

The Winter Soldier grinned, pressing his hand down on the little bulge in your tummy where his come still filled your womb. You moaned, your mind going hazy with arousal, but you shook your head, giving him a sharp look and waving your hand in a circle to encourage him to explain.

“No, little witch, my seed won’t really take in your womb,” he said, a smirk on his lips. He seemed to enjoy torturing you with pleasure just as much as he enjoyed your antics. “Not unless you complete the breeding spell.”

Your eyes flicked to the ancient book on the lectern, wondering if you should try to find that spell. But then you shook the thought from your head, looking back to your demon. Amusement danced in his eyes, a deep hunger lingering beneath it that made you squirm on his cock. “What happens to you when the summoning spell ends—and how long does it last?” you asked, wondering how much more time you had with the Winter Soldier.

His hands came up to grip your hips, helping you grind on his cock while he answered your questions. “I’ll go back to where I came from—the underworld,” he said, a little sadness in the rasp of his voice. “But we have a few hours yet.”

You whined unhappily at that, planting your hands on his abdomen as you rolled your hips, rocking on his hard length. He felt so good inside you that you never wanted him to leave. The knowledge that the spell would eventually end and he’d have to go back to the underworld filled you with a desperate anguish, compelling you to ride his cock faster.

“Haven’t had you fill of demon cock yet, little witch?” the demon teased, sitting up and tilting your face so he could press a searing kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, you were embarrassed to realize tears were slipping down your cheeks. Emotions were a tangle in your chest, making your heart and throat feel tight.

“I’ll never get enough of you, master,” you said softly, reaching up and cupping your demon’s face in your hands. You stared deeply into his eyes as you confessed, “I don’t want you to leave me.” Your words cut off as you choked back a sob, trying to swallow the sound and letting out a desperate little whimper instead.

“Oh, my perfect little witch, I don’t want to leave you, either,” he cooed, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before dragging them across your cheek and whispering an important secret into your ear.

Your heart warmed at the Winter Soldier’s murmured words, feeling overcome with something that felt an awful lot like the first blooming glory of love. You knew it was preposterous, but it was how you felt, and you wouldn’t let your doubts ruin the moment.

When the demon had told you what you needed to know, he captured your lips in fierce kiss, both of you pouring your burgeoning emotions into the slide of your mouths and the stroking of your tongues. You knew you were playing with even more fire by falling in love with a demon, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to worry or fear for your wellbeing. Somehow, you knew you were safe giving your heart to the demon.

You knew, somewhere deep down inside you, that you were meant to be with the Winter Soldier. Everything that had happened that night—the calling you’d felt to the church and the book and the spell—it had all been leading you to him and you weren’t going to ignore fate when it was making itself so clearly known. So you gave yourself freely to him. His kiss felt like accepting your fate and when he finally pulled away, gazing into your eyes with endless affection written plainly across his face, you knew you’d never regret it.

With a newfound intensity settling over the both of you, your demon settled back against the rough stone wall, letting you take control of your pleasure as you rode him the best you could. It was difficult because of how wide his hips were, but he seemed to enjoy watching you struggle. You huffed and moaned, rising up and sinking back down on his massive cock, your ass slapping against his thick thighs, but you whined when you couldn’t go fast enough, your strength nothing compared to the Winter Soldier’s.

Finally, he gave in and helped you, lifting you up and lowering you down on his cock until you could do nothing but shatter apart with your release. He grunted and spilled inside you, dumping even more of his seed into your womb. Before either of you could fully recover, the Winter Soldier picked you up and bent you over on your hands and knees, rutting into you until you came again, milking even more come from his balls. He growled praises in your ear all the while.

By the time you had to bid farewell to your demon, you were so sore and full of come, you knew you’d be feeling him for days. Even still, the thought of saying goodbye to the Winter Soldier filled you with sadness, not wanting to go back to your world, but knowing you couldn’t go with him to the underworld—he’d told you humans couldn’t survive in the toxic realm.

The demon helped you back into your torn clothes as best he could, pulling the shreds of your sweater around your shoulders to hide your nakedness as much as possible. Your tail poked out from beneath the hem of your sweater, stroking against the demon’s while he gave you one last lingering kiss. With a reassuring smile and a reminder of what he’d whispered in your ear, the Winter Soldier stepped back into the summoning circle and disappeared in a plume of smoke.

When you finally tugged the door to the room open, you found Natasha asleep against the wall beside it, the pale violet light of sunrise spilling into the basement of the abandoned church. You shook your friend awake and helped her to stand, the two of you making your way out of the church and back to her car.

As you settled into your seats, Natasha looked over at you, taking in your appearance for the first time. Her sharp green gaze took in your shredded clothes, the grin clinging to the edges of your mouth and the ancient tome you clutched to your chest. Thankfully, the tail and horns had already disappeared.

Natasha heaved a huge sigh, shaking her head at you even as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “I take it you had fun with the demon you summoned,” she said teasingly. You could tell from the warmth in her tone that she was genuinely happy for you, even if she was a little annoyed she’d had to wait so long for you.

“It was,” you said, buckling your seatbelt over the book so it was strapped to your chest. You clung to it tightly, knowing it was the key to seeing your demon again. Natasha eyed the book out of the corner of her eye as she began driving away from the church.

“Are you going to summon him again?” she asked when you didn’t elaborate on your time with the demon.

“Yep,” you answered simply, grinning at your friend.

She laughed good-naturedly. “I guess that demon dick is out of this world then,” she quipped, shaking her head a little before cutting her eyes to you. “D’you think he has a demon friend for me?” she asked jokingly as she turned onto the road that would lead you both home to your shared apartment.

Stroking the leather-bound tome idly, you smiled and stared out the windshield, already crafting a plan for the next time you’d be able to see your demon again. “I don’t know, but I can ask if you really want,” you said distractedly, watching the sun crest the horizon as Halloween dawned over Natasha’s car.

A short silence filled the vehicle, both of you thinking hard about what you wanted for your futures. “Let me think about it,” Nat said after a while. You hummed in acknowledgement, creating a list of what you needed and what you planned to do to achieve the future you wanted with the Winter Soldier.

-~-~-

One year later on the eve of the next Halloween, you stood in the basement of the home you’d purchased for this exact reason. In the months since you first summoned your demon, you’d repeated the spell as often as you could manage, having to return to the abandoned church to make use of the small room. The Winter Soldier would grin each time he’d see you, then proceed to fuck and defile you until you were both spent, before discussing your plans for your shared future.

While you’d enjoyed your nights with your demon, it was finally time for something more permanent. You’d spent the year practicing your witchcraft, reading through the book of spells, and using what the demon had told you that first night to craft a more permanent summoning spell. Excitement crackled through your nerves as you stood behind the lectern you’d taken from the church and set up in your basement beside the summoning circle you’d recreated.

When everything was ready, you started reading the latin of the spell you’d crafted from scratch, feeling the power of the magic flowing through you and swirling around the room with an unnatural wind. Smoke began to seep through your basement floor and, as you came to the conclusion of the spell, you used your demon’s true name—James Buchanan Barnes—to summon him one final time. The smoke filled the basement and then cleared, leaving your demon standing in the circle, a wide happy grin on his handsome face.

You abandoned the tome on the lectern and launched yourself into your demon’s arms. He caught you easily and lifted you off your feet, spinning you around in circles as you both laughed happily, the sounds filling your basement.

“Welcome home, Jamie,” you murmured into his neck. Your face was buried against his throat, inhaling the comforting and familiar scent of him.

“Thank you, little witch,” he whispered into the crown of your head, a rumbling purr sounding in his chest. As he stepped free of the summoning circle, your demon’s body began to change, shrinking and morphing into a more human-like appearance.

You’d learned that demons possessed some shapeshifting magic, and Bucky had worked on strengthening his skill so he could pass for human for as long as he wanted. By the time he’d climbed the steps up from the basement, he was the same size as a tall human, his claws, horns, tail and blood-red skin having disappeared entirely. When you pulled back from your hug, he looked like a man—but he was still your Jamie.

His sparkling gaze was your only warning before he swooped down and captured your lips in kiss. It turned heated quickly since both of you were excited to see the other. But before you got carried away and let Bucky fuck you on the floor of the kitchen, you insisted on giving him a tour of the house you’d bought for your life together.

It turned out that Bucky had amassed a great deal of wealth in gold during his long life, and it had been more than enough for you to buy a cozy house. You hadn’t filled it with much beyond the essentials, and together you both talked excitedly about how you wanted to decorate your home.

Once you reached the second floor, you led him to an empty room down the hall from the master bedroom. You stood in the doorway, with Bucky behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on the crown of your head while you rattled off all the ways you could use the room, like as an office or a library.

“I think this would be the perfect room for our child, don’t you, little witch?” he asked once you’d finished, somehow knowing what you really wanted to use the room for, even as you’d skipped over it. Of course, Bucky knew. He always knew.

You looked up over your shoulder at your demon from under your lashes, giving him a shy smile. “It would be a perfect bedroom for a child,” you agreed. Bucky squeezed you in his arms and stole a quick kiss.

He lingered with his nose brushing teasingly against yours, his breath ghosting over your lips. “Can’t wait to fill this house with our hellspawn, little witch,” he murmured, his voice low and sweet.

In your chest, your heart raced excitedly, your slit going damp between your thighs. “Let’s start tonight, Jamie,” you said eagerly, rising up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.

Bucky rumbled a pleased growl, then spun you in his arms and ducked to toss you easily over his shoulder. “You know I’m always more than happy to oblige you, little witch,” he rumbled, laughter in his voice. You squealed as he prowled down the hall to your bedroom, morphing back into his demon form. He threw you onto the massive king-size bed then made quick work of closing the blinds and blackout curtains, ensuring no nosy neighbors would be able to see you being fucked by Bucky in his true, monstrous form.

You stripped off your clothes and lay on the bed, your thighs spread wide for your demon. Your hand trailed down between your legs, shoving three fingers into your sopping wet hole and getting a head start on preparing your tight pussy for his massive cock. No matter how many times you fucked your demon, you were still so tight it made both your heads spin when he pushed inside you.

Looming at the foot of the bed, Bucky grinned wickedly down at you, his glittering blue eyes raking over your naked body. He pumped his cock in one hand, climbing onto the bed and moving to cover your much smaller body. When he was close enough, you reached for his cock, collecting the first bead of his precum with your finger and bringing it to your mouth. You moaned as you felt the tingling begin, your demon’s come working its magic on your body.

“Jamie, please, I need you,” you whined when you’d pulled your fingers from your mouth. He chuckled, pushing your hand from between your thighs and replacing your fingers with three of his own. You whimpered at the stretch, your hips rising to meet the shallow thrusts of his hand.

“I’ll never get enough of this perfect cunt, little witch,” Jamie growled as he worked your pussy open as quickly as he could manage. He knew your body so well by that point that he knew exactly how to stretch you with his fingers and get you ready for his cock. It wasn’t long before you were writhing and begging for him, but he wouldn’t relent just yet. “Tell me who you belong to, tell me who owns your cunt, your heart, your soul,” he demanded in a rough growl.

“You, Jamie,” you cried obediently, but when he only pounded into you harder with his fingers, you knew what he really wanted. “I belong to James Buchanan Barnes—my heart, my soul, my cunt is yours, master!” The words flew from your lips easily because you knew they were absolutely true.

Bucky hummed a pleased sound, removing his fingers from your cunt and pressing the tip of his cock to your dripping hole. “So good for me, little witch, the perfect pet—the perfect mate,” he praised, pushing his cock into you as fast as he could. You moaned and clung to his massive form, eyes rolling back in your head. He grinned down as he watched pleasure contort your face.

“Jamie—master, please,” you cried, wanting more of his cock buried inside you. As he always did, Bucky obliged you, working his cock into your cunt until you felt like you were being split open by his thick length. When he was fully sheathed inside you, you both breathed a sigh of happy relief. “S’good, Jamie, s’good,” you slurred, your mind lost to the pleasure as you lay limply beneath Bucky, ready to be used as his perfect little toy.

“My little witch,” he rumbled, affection and love clear in his voice. You mewled as he pulled out of your tight channel, making him chuckle at your pathetic little sound. He shoved back inside, spearing you with his monstrous cock and wrenching a piercing cry from your lips.

Bucky fucked you so perfectly you could cry at how fulfilled you felt. After a year of only seeing his sporadically, your feelings for him growing just as much as his did for you, it was wonderful to finally have him and know there was no limit on your time together. You were finally truly together and you were excited to make the most of it.

You and your demon settled into a rhythm, his cock pounding you perfectly, and you couldn’t wait for Bucky to fuck you through the night. You wanted him to fuck you until you passed out with exhaustion and then wake up to him fucking you until your belly was bloated with his come and you were sure his seed would take in your womb.

Brushing a kiss to your forehead, you could feel the smile on Bucky’s lips as he fucked you brutally into the bed, huffing a laugh as you whined and writhed beneath him so perfectly. In a teasing tone, he rumbled, “Aren’t you glad you read the latin?”

That made you grin wildly, staring up at your demon with love in your eyes, seeing it reflected in his own blue gaze, and you nodded, the both of you smiling happily as you clung to your demon while he fucked you in the home you’d spend the rest of your lives in together. You knew it would be a home filled with love and laughter as your family grew to include more than the two of you.

Yes, you were certainly very glad you ignored Natasha’s warning on that Halloween eve and read the latin since it had led you to your happily ever after with your demon.

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kodiakwhiskey · 6 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Tags: @fangsandroses, @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

prompt from @scealaiscoite

prompt: "i love you, i swear i do, but we're not wearing matching costumes."

Loki walked behind me in the Halloween store and raised an eyebrow at the array of costumes. Every costume I showed him, he made a face and started to walk away. Across the store, Thor and Tony walked around with the cart full of decorations. Wanda and vision were looking at costumes as well.

“Come on Loki. There has to be something here you like.” I whined as Loki started to browse through the themed decor. His shoulders sagged and Loki grabbed a throw blanket off the wall before showing it to me. I nodded and he magicked it across the room to the cart. “Loki!”

“You know I could make anything you wanted.” Loki said as he looked at me. Taking my hands, he smiled brightly at me. “And it would be ten times better than anything they have here.” Smiling at him, I pulled him back to the costumes.

“I know that. And I appreciate it. Really.” I said, showing him more costumes. “But that’s what makes it so fun. Crappy costumes and cheesy movies. Come on Loki.” Loki rolled his eyes and followed me around. I continued showing him costumes. Each one got a worse review from Loki and a sympathetic look from Wanda.

“darling, I love you. I swear I do. But we’re not wearing matching costumes.” Loki finally broke. I stared at him. “It’s tacky and boring. It’s the biggest joke of this whole so called holiday.” Frowning, I turned back to the costumes and browsed. I stopped showing Loki costumes and let him wander away. After a while, I found a costume I wanted and went to pay for it.

“I would have paid if you waited kid.” Tony said as I walked by, bag on my arm.

“It wasn’t that much Tony. It’s fine.” I said. I gave him a small smile, noticing Loki in the corner of my eye. “I’ll meet you all back at the tower.” Tony nodded and watched me walk out of the store. When the rest of the team showed up, Tony brought in the decor he bought for me.

“I saw a few things i knew you’d like. And I know. I know. I didn’t have to. But you looked depressed and I felt bad after Wanda told me what happened.” Tony said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He patted my thigh and tried to catch my eye. “If it makes you feel better, he hasn’t come back yet. We left him in the store since he was taking so long.” I laughed and Tony let me put my head on his shoulder.

“he seemed pretty interested in the decor. I don’t expect him back for a while.” I said. Tony nodded. “Thank you Tony.” He gave me a quick side hug.

“don’t tell anyone. They can’t know I’m this nice.” Tony said, standing up and winking at me. I smiled at him and nodded.

“of course.” I said, watching Tony leave. I started unpacking everything Tony bought me and putting it where I wanted. There was a knock on my door and I turned to se who it was. “Come in!” Loki walked in and I frowned. “Oh. Hello.” I went back to decorating while Loki walked in and sat down on my bed.

“I’m sorry.” Loki said. I paused and looked at him in my mirror. He sat quietly as I continued.

“For what?” I finally asked when he hadn’t continued for a while. Loki sighed and walked towards me.

“for everything. Calling the holiday tacky and boring.” He said. “I shouldn’t have said that. And I shouldn’t have shut down your costume ideas.” I stared at him. He smiled at me and motioned to the bag on my bed. “I made Wanda tell me what costume you bought. And I went looking for the one that goes with it…” I turned and went to dig through the bag.

“why would you…” I asked. Loki kissed my cheek.

“I also bought you some more decor.” Loki looked around the room. “Although it looks like stark may have beat me to some of it. Sorry there are duplicates.” I turned to hug Loki.

“I don’t care.” I said softly, holding him tight. “Thank you loki.” He smiled into my hair and sighed.

“you don’t know how relieved I am to hear that.” He whispered. “I love you. So much. And I don’t want to lose you.”

“you wouldn’t lose me over this Loki. It is just a disagreement.” I assured him, pulling back to cup his cheek. “I love you too.” Loki smiled and leaned in to kiss me.

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kodiakwhiskey · 6 months

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Focus on the Good

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: Loki is overwhelmed dealing with being accused as a traitor, although this time he's innocent. But this time, he is not the man he used to be, and he has you by his side.

☆ Word Count: 5,110

☆ Notes: The relatively awaited part two of Smile for me. Sorry I took so long to post this, I had a creative block and had trouble deciding what to focus on. The traitor plot twist is anticlimatic but I chose to focus more on Loki and his feelings.

☆ Warnings: Loki dealing with self hatred, insinuations and caresses that aren't spicy per se but are a bit more intimate and flirty but it's all sfw.

Frustrating. How else could he call it?

His first mission as a leader was a complete disaster. You had gotten hurt due to his own incompetence. And add some insult to this pathetic situation, now he was being investigated for treason to S.H.I.E.L.D. despite that he was completely innocent.

It must have been some sick twisted joke of fate. He spent years playing with Asgard like a fiddle, getting away with so much, to the point that where he committed treason everyone realized only when it was too late. And now that he had a reason to make things right, be transparent and honest, now he was investigated as if he was some traitor.

The most offensive thing of those implications was that it suggested that Loki was either using you or lying to you. When in reality he would die for you, he’d walk through fire if you asked him. Or that you were complicit of his ‘crimes.’ You, you who were the kindest, sweetest, most righteous person he had ever met.

Every day or two days at most they come to either interrogate you, him, or inspect your shared room which always left them a mess to clean up.

At least the people he cared about knew he was innocent. Thor was constantly arguing with Fury, going over and over about how this was nonsensical and even offering Loki to flee to New Asgard for a few days until things calmed down. Valkyrie had offered him an extra room if he needed. Bruce, while he wasn’t as passionate about defending Loki, agreed that it made very little sense that Loki would betray them now with all he had accomplished. Even the great Tony Stark agreed between sarcastic jokes that he would’ve believed if he hadn’t seen how down bad, he was for you.

You… what would he do without you? You not only got into mad arguments and made abundantly clear your distaste for this decision, but you were his biggest source of support and peace after all the draining routine he was being put through during the suspension from missions. You were a risk taker by disobeying direct orders from Fury by asking Thor, Bruce, Nat, Clint to trade with you during missions as to make a strike until they decided to reintegrate Loki to his normal duties. And for the first week of interrogations, whenever it was your turn… Norns, he felt a bit bad for the director. You were quite loud and fierce when you wanted to be.

But most importantly, all the support he got from you after all the interrogations and room inspections that hurt him more than he’d ever admit.

“I’m sorry…” he sighed, resting his head on your lap.

In between the inspections to your shared bedroom one of the agents had broken a little figurine you collected.

“It’s just a toy, I’ll get another one…” you assured him.

Loki could sense a lie. But he also remembered how excited you had been when you got it, saying it was rare and it had taken you a huge effort to get it.

“You darling prince…” you spoke softly, running your fingers through his hair. “It’s okay. We know you’re innocent, soon all of S.H.I.E.L.D. will see it too. Everything else doesn’t matter.”

“What did I do so right to deserve such a pretty angel such as you?” he chuckled. “You are unfairly good to me.”

“You keep saying that baby.” You spoke gently, tucking a few strands of hair behind his ear. “You sound like a broken record.”

“I might be one” he shrugged, closing his eyes.

“Yeah?” you giggled. “Then I’ll just have to fix you.”

“I thought you said the I can fix him was a toxic mentality in romance” he said cheekily.

“Oh, now you remember my movie rants” you laughed. “But the I can fix him trope is toxic when—”

“…It is used by the abuser who manipulates them into staying as a rehabilitation center. A partner should be part of your support group but never the responsible to fix you, but a motivation and helping hand while you fix yourself.” He opened his eyes to look up at you as he finished repeating your old rant word by word. “I always remember the things you say.”

“Is that so? When is our anniversary?”

“June 9” Loki smiled and noticed you opening your mouth to retort. “And our 1,000 days together is on March 5th year. And yes, I knew you were going to ask that.”

“Smart pants” you smiled.

“You love me like that.”

“I do” you smiled and kissed his lips softly. “Guess you don’t need fixing after all.”

“Glad we agree, I am the most perfect man” he grinned, relishing the way you cringed and smiled at the silly joke.

“I don’t know about that.” You smiled, “But you are perfect for me.”

You pecked his lips and made him smile.

“I don’t deserve you…” he smiled.

“Oh, that’s it!” you laughed and soon your hands where all over his sides.

And sooner than that Loki was laughing his head off.

“Hehe- hey!” he protested between laughs.

You had an annoying charm. Tickling him silly as a pseudo-punishment. It was your shared secret how much Loki enjoyed being tickled. You stopped soon enough, smiling at him, caressing your thumb across his cheek.

“It’ll pass before you notice…” you whisper. “They will see exactly what you truly are. Just like I do.”

Loki chuckled softly.

“I hope not, you are a handful already” he smirked at the offended look on your face due to his comment.

“Oh, you want to talk about a handful…” you growled as you flipped to straddle him. “Let’s see how much of a handful I can be…”

Loki gulped, unable to fight a smile.

“Ahah…” he huffed, “darling, d-don’t… d-dohohohon’t!”

But your hands were already attacking his sides, your fingers skillfully scribbling along his skin, prodding his ribs, drilling along each crevice in the most maddening way.

“Is that enough handful for you, huh?” you asked in a faux anger. “Eh? Is it?”

“Thihihihihihis is cruel!” Loki protested. “And thahahahat doesn’t mahahake sehehense!”

“Mmm, it might have just been excuse to get my hands on this hot bod of yours” you smiled.

Being tickled was already a vulnerable moment for Loki. To the point where only you could tickle him without any resistance. Anyone else would need to overpower him physically or just restrain him. You, on the other side, he would barely fight back. He’d simply squirm in his place, rolling over to the side or on his stomach. Which it gave you more of a sensation that he just wanted you to focus on other spots. Not that he'd ever admit… you had tried.

“Ehehehe! You ahahahaha— wait no!” he protested as your fingers reached his stomach, giving it little pinches and pokes. “Lohohohove, stop!”

“Alright, alright.” You smiled and kissed his forehead as you stopped the tickling. “Is your mood better?”

“Ihi— if I say yes will you stop torturing my stomach?” he smiled at you, holding onto your hips. “You know I can’t take it there.”

The way you leaned against his chest to kiss his lips never failed to drive him wild. And this wasn’t the exception.

“I am aware” you hummed against his lips. “That’s why it’s my favorite spot to tickle.”

“I am, unfortunately, also aware of that” he chuckled.

“If you really minded it, you’d actually do something to stop me instead of just laughing your heart out.”

“I love it when a beautiful mortal has their hands all over me, is that something to be ashamed about?” he grinned cheekily at you.

You rolled your eyes and smiled. “It wouldn’t be if you were still single. But you are stuck with me now and forgive me if I’m not good at sharing my boyfriend. Unless you’d share me with others.”

“That is out of the question. You are mine, and mine alone.” He said solemnly as he held you in his arms. You lifted your eyebrows, expectantly as he felt his cheeks warm up under your gaze. “As… I am yours; I suppose.”

“Was that so hard to say?” you smiled.

“Terribly so” Loki smiled. But then, his face adopted a serious, melancholic expression. “I’m sorry… I should not be dragging you into this disaster. You deserve better, and I fear you will realize that. It would be best for you, but… I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Lucky for you, that’s not something you have to worry about” you assured him, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. I am perfectly happy with you.”

One thing that Loki loved about your relationship was that despite knowing you said stuff to made him feel better, it never came off as dishonest, as if those two concepts weren’t mutually exclusive. You said the kindest, most loving things, and he could tell you honestly felt every single one.

It made his heart soar. That honest and kind heart of yours was exactly what he had been craving for. You were what he had been looking for.

It made him want to open his heart to you. You were kind and listened to him without judging or thinking the worst of him.

“What am I going to do?” he sighed. “If I can’t go on missions, soon I will not be allowed to go outside, and then I will be going back to being a high-class prisoner.”

“Actually… you can’t leave the building given you’re under investigation” you said apologetically. “Sorry.”

“Lovely…” he groaned, throwing his head back, rubbing his face with his palms. “I am back to being a prisoner. Might as well get inside a cell.”

“Yes, we could tie you up, and torture you until you confess” you purred, trailing kisses along his jawline, as your hands made their way to play with his hair.

“You’re making it sound appealing” he hummed, relishing the feeling of your lips against his skin. “Mmm~ Keep touching me like that and I’ll do anything you ask.”

“Mm, what a good boy” you giggled, kissing his lips.

He laughed along with you, but mostly because your hands had found his ears and were tickling behind them.

“W-Whahahat are you doing? T-That tickles!” he laughed.

“I told you I would torture an answer out of you” you giggled, tickling the back of his ears. “Now confess, you war criminal!”

“Nohohoho, stohop it!” he squirmed underneath you. “How is thahahat spot so bahahad?”

“Right?” you chuckled, pressing loving kisses along his face. “I found out the other day while we were kissing.”

He grabbed your wrists. “Oh really?” he smirked, and trapped your wrists in one of his hands as he began tickling your ear shell and behind it. It took absolutely nothing to have you giggling like a kid.

“Ehehehe! L-Loki!” you giggled. “Hehehe! I-It tickles!”

“It does, does it not?” he chuckled.

He traced along the outline of your ear. He relished the way you laughed against him, you never tried to get away nor asked him to stop. You loved that closeness as much as Loki did.

“Mmm, that laugh of yours is so lovely~” he hummed as he stopped, tucking a few streaks of hair behind your ear. “It’s my favorite sound in the whole world, you make me so happy.”

“Cheesy” you chuckled, kissing his lips.

“I mean that, darling” he smiled. “Without you I would have gone mad by now. Or worse, I would be a prisoner.”

“You can’t believe that…” you spoke softly.

“What else am I supposed to believe?” he sighed, “what I did to New York is unforgivable. I should be locked up for life, I was going to be… It’s what I deserve. It took me too long to understand it.”

It broke your heart to hear him talk like that. It was a shame that he still punished himself so badly. You appreciated that he recognized his error, but the fact that it haunted him was painful to watch. He was already working on getting better.

“Loki… Your beef with Earth had its particular and complicated circumstances, it wasn’t 100% your fault.” You assured him. “But even if that was, there are other ways to atone for your mistakes… Punishing yourself but you were helping Earth, compensation is another way of redemption. Being an Avenger is a way to redeem yourself.”

“How do you do it?” he chuckled, “How do you manage to look at all the awful things I have done and still somehow see the best in me?”

“Because I’ve also seen how much you regret it, and I’ve seen you trying to prove to everyone, prove to yourself that you are doing better.” you spoke lovingly. “That means a lot, to me, to Thor, to everyone.”

“But why?” he asked. “What I did is…”

“Fucked up, yes. Tony and Bruce created a genocidal robot, Clint was an international criminal prisoner and retook as an assassin, Steve and Natasha were literal war criminals, your brother before you nearly started a war—”

“That I provoked him into.”

“Would you do it again?” you asked.

“For the sake of entertainment—” Loki pondered.

“Loki!” you giggled.

“I’m jesting, love!” he laughed. “Earth is no good in wars like Asgard, we fight to settle disagreements, make alliances, or get respect. But never to destroy.”

“We’re not so bad…” you smiled.

“Not all of you, no.” Loki agreed. “You for once are a wonderful mor— human. Smart, beautiful, funny, kind… It’s the people on the higher power that worry me.”

“It’s as they say, absolute power corrupts absolutely” you shrugged. “That’s what we fight for. For those without power, and against those who abuse it.”

“You say that as I remain locked in here, simply training and withering away” Loki sighed.

“Well… we can find something interesting to keep you occupied—”

“Reindeer games, out now!” Tony banged on the door.

“Not now Stark!” Loki called annoyed.

“You’ll want to see this.” Tony spoke through the other side of the door.

You stood up and Loki followed right after. Everyone was headed to the meeting room so that’s where you went to.

Bruce and Thor had one of the younger cadets, Philip. He was struggling against the two. His blonde hair was a mess and he looked like he had lost a fight.

“We found our traitor, brother.” Thor said firmly, even a bit prideful. “The little rat sabotaged our missions.”

“A double agent?” Steve asked.

“Self-sabotage” Bruce clarified. “He informed the base you were going. Who and when. And exactly how to take down a god. We found a report of the mission sent to an unknown address.”

“I found it.” Natasha stated.

“You?” Clint raised an eyebrow.

“We” she corrected herself.

“With my technology, that is.” Tony added. “In case anyone was wondering.”

“No one was wondering that, Tony” Steve smiled lightly, amused by the genius’ ego.

“But why? You were the only non-Avenger agent Loki chose personally” Thor asked. “My brother trusted you. And it was a wonderful opportunity for you.”

Fury looked… well, furious.

“Philip Crowe, you’re immediately and effectively removed from all S.H.I.E.L.D. work and installations, permanently for treason, espionage, and sabotage to an elite strike agent.” Fury said firmly.

“Elite?! He’s a monster!” the young man protested, struggling to break free from the arm lock. “It’s a time bomb! It’s in his nature! You’ve seen what he’s capable of! It’s a matter of time before we have New York part two! You’ve read myths, what guarantees that there won’t be a Ragnarök on Earth?! He—”

SMACK! He had been cut off by a slap in the face by you. If the stinging in his cheek was not enough to silence him, your cold glare silenced him.

“Take him away.” You said. “I want him rotting in a cell for a really long time…”

“Oh, he will be locked in the dark for a very long time” Fury agreed, “for espionage, and sabotage… And being an asshole as a whole.”

Thor was about to take him away. He was struggling to break free.

“Don’t.” Loki spoke up. “I’ll use a spell to delete his memories, about S.H.I.E.L.D. about the Avengers. Everything will be gone from his mind. He can live a normal life not remembering being an agent.”

Loki walked and looked down at him. Placed his hand on his forehead as the blond struggled. Loki let his Seidr flow and Philip’s body went limp.

“When he wakes up, he’ll be normal, he can have a normal life, he won’t be a risk for S.H.I.E.L.D.” he sighed and left the room.

Flowers bloomed under him as he sat by the lake. Just enjoying the familiar view. But not even that brought him any joy.

“Loki, there you are, honey.”

“Hello mother” Loki smiled. “I was just… thinking.”

“I thought you would be happy to get your naming” Frigga said. “You were excited this morning to receive your title.”

“God of Mischief, mother?” he asked. “Does that mean I’m supposed to cause trouble?”

“Is that so bad?”

“Will father get upset at me?” Loki asked. “Besides, you like annoying your brother.”

“Pranking Thor is different. Why could I be the God of rain, wind, or something, then Thor and I could be gods together.”

“You can’t revolve your personality around Thor. Your godly title is meant to reflect your personality, not your brother’s” Frigga smiled at him gently. “Your father gave you a title that would fit you.”

“Does father think I’m a bad son?” he asked.

“I think your father thinks you’re creative, smart, with good abilities to get away with what you want” Frigga assured him. “All qualities you do have. And you are quite cheeky.”

Loki chuckled weakly. Frigga smiled and picked up a purple flower and wiggled it against Loki’s face. Causing the young god to scrunch up his nose and swat the pretty flower away.

“You know, son. I think it’s time for you to start learning magic” Frigga said.

“But you said I had to wait until I was 500 years old” Loki asked.

“I think you’re ready” Frigga said, “You’re 250 years old already, and you just got your title. You are a big boy now.”

With a few elegant movements the violet on Frigga’s hands turned into a purple frog that jumped out of hands and into the pond. Loki giggled as his mother’s arms trapped him into a hug as she tickled his sides.

“Pretty memory” you looked at him as you sat next to him. “Your mom is pretty.”

“Most beautiful woman in all of Asgard” Loki agreed. “Do you know what Orvokki means?”

“Uhh, it’s a violet, right?” you said looking at the flowers around the lake.

“It can also be interpreted as little orphan. How ironic that it was my favorite flower as a child…” Loki grumbled.

He flicked his wrist and the illusion of his memory vanished. He was no longer in Asgard, he was sitting on the rooftop of the compound’s main building. He wasn’t with his mother. And his eyes were red from crying.

“That was really nice thing you did back there” you congratulated him as you rubbed circles across his back.

“Not bad for a monster, huh?” Loki huffed out, in a failed attempt to fake out a laugh. “Did you see the way he looked at me? The fear in his eyes…?”

“Don’t listen to him…” you said resting your head against his shoulder. “He never gave you a chance to prove how good you really are. That’s his problem, not yours.”

“I can’t blame him… I would not trust me either… I am a monster, I was a monster to my people, to my home…” he sighed.

“What? No, Loki…”

“My birth father abandoned me to die, I was raced by a kingdom that thought my kind were monsters…” Loki sighed, “and I caused so much pain and death to a Realm that could’ve seen me as something quite literally divine.”

You looked at him and squeezed his hand.

“I thought… I hoped I had a second chance, I wanted to believe people were already accepting me. I thought that if I could have at least one agent to trust me… How foolish of me…”

“Stop that…” you scolded him, giving his hand a gentle and loving squeeze. “You’re not a monster. No one sees you as a monster.”

Loki laughed bitterly. While you weren’t lying in the literal sense, you were being too kind, blinded by your affection for the young Asgardian to acknowledge the recent events.

“I mean it!” you said. “You’re so focused on one person thinking you’re a monster, that you fail to see what everyone else did because they believed in you. They all helped in their own way to prove you were innocent. Either tracking conversation, providing resources… Gosh, even director Fury trusted you were innocent.”

“I…” Loki recapped the events from earlier. You weren’t wrong.

“Besides, you know how picky I am when it comes to dating” you smiled, “I wouldn’t date just anyone. Is that not enough for you?”

Loki was silent for a moment, for once he didn’t even have a smart reply for that.

He had seen you turn down a couple of agents or staff members before the two of you started dating. Philip among the lines of the rejected. In fact, he remembered that during that time where the other Avengers noticed his feelings for you, some of them tried to discourage him from courting you, because “you didn’t date.” In fact, they had brought it up, on his face to prove it so. You were, in fact, very picky when it came to dating. Which just made him value your relationship even more. It gave him a huge confidence boost, and the security of not being replaced or overshadowed he so desperately had been needing.

And once again, you were that source of comfort and security. You were his sweet little balm.

“I… um…” he stuttered.

You chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“Tongue tied?” you teased him, making him groan in frustration as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “Just… don’t give him power over you, if he didn’t bother knowing you, he shouldn’t deserve such a space in your mind.”

“Thanks, love” he smiled softly. “For… looking after me. And… helping me see that others look after me.”

“Heh… I’m glad I helped” you spoke lovingly as you rubbed your nose against his neck.

He chuckled rested his cheek against the top of your head.

“Should we head inside?” you asked, rubbing your own arms, as you stood up “it’s a bit chilly out here.”

“You can go inside, love” Loki offered. “I need some time alone.”

You looked at him worried, but a gust of cold wind made you shiver, making the idea of going inside more and more appealing. But he saw the hesitation in your eyes, the way you didn’t want to leave him alone made him smile.

“I promise I’ll meet you inside later” he assured you. But you didn’t look too convinced “Make some tea for us, and I’ll meet you in our room before you’re done putting on your pajamas.”

You gave him a look he couldn’t quite decipher but you nodded and made your way inside.

He relished the fresh air. But as he mentally prepared to be burdened with his failure, he surprised himself smiling. His mind wasn’t clouded with the young spy that betrayed him.

All he could think was that all the original Avengers, those he had cursed himself for unintentionally helping assemble to defeat him… now had stood up for him. And it didn’t stop there.

His mind was filled with happy memories.

All the times he had gotten a pat in the back from Tony and being called his new favorite for teasing Steve’s righteous stiffness and the way Bucky and Sam snickered at it. As well as his training contests with the super soldiers to test their serum with Loki and Thor’s godly nature. How he beamed with pride at the blond’s praise after a mission. The way Natasha and her little sister acknowledge his ability to infiltrate and swoon targets and even required him specifically. How Clint and his little new protegee had gotten really happy when Loki gifted them his old Asgardian bows for them, despite the teasing when they saw right through his “I don’t even use them” excuse and treated for dinner after. Bruce acknowledging his observation capabilities during some of his experiments. Thor… who despite all the awful things they had gone through never abandoned him, and still saw Loki as his baby brother, and despite they refused to admit it, both still adored each other.

And you. You had stolen his heart from minute one. He had been hopeless before the first kiss or even a declaration. Your eyes brought him to his knees, and he had sworn to be at your mercy for the rest of his existence when he saw you smile. And with that power you had over him done nothing but nourish him. Your payback when he pestered you was always fun and harmless. You made him laugh. You listened to everything he said and always encouraged him to keep talking until he was hoarse. You gave him the attention he had been craving for so many years. You treated him as the most important being of the universe.

Honestly, he didn’t realize when his thoughts had set him in motion. But by the time he was aware of his actions, he was already turning the doorknob of your shared bedroom.

“Liar” you scoffed, throwing a teddy bear to his face as soon as he set foot inside the room. “You said you’d be here before I was done putting on my jammies, but it’s been 5 minutes since I got in bed, and you weren’t here.”

Loki couldn’t help but smile. For a secret agent, you were terrible at hiding your feelings… at least from him.

“I apologize for not keeping my word, love” he apologized as he took off his shirt and searched through his drawer for the pajama he wanted to wear. “I lost track of time.”

“Did you drink?” you asked him.

“I did not. I trusted my favorite thing to make me tea” he responded with an innocent look as he put on his pajama shirt.

“It’s on your night table” you responded with the slightest pout, knowing you it was because he saw right through you.

He walked to the warm mug and took a sip. Of course, you had prepared his favorite tea… and with extra honey, just the way he liked. Everyone always complained there would never be enough for everyone if you kept spoiling Loki with his favorite all the time. You always got more, but it just meant starting the cycle again.

“Thank you, dear” he smiled as he kneeled on the bed to reach and cup your face to kiss your cheek.

Oh, how he wanted to tackle you and cover you in kisses at the way you fought and lost against the smile that appeared on your lovely face along with a light shade of pink.

“So adorable…” he chuckled.

As he was taking off his pants, he saw the way your blush turned even darked. He rushed to put on the pajama pants and dove in the bed, wrapping his arms around you in a loving embrace with his chest against your back.

“You’re in a lovely mood” you smiled as you reached to caress his cheek. “What gives?”

“I just thought about a lovely little mortal” he hummed pressing soft kisses on your nape, “that makes my darkest days bright and cozy.”

“Do you have a fever or something?” you touched his forehead.

“No, I mean it!” he laughed. “I stayed back to think… and all I could think about was your love, your kindness, and this hot body of yours…”

As he spoke that last bit, he reached to caress your sides, making you giggle.

“Loki…!” you giggle swatting his hand away. “You’re asking for trouble.”

“You know I am” he whispered, resting his face against your shoulder. Taking in your scent, closing his eyes as he relaxed. “Norns, what would I do without you?”

“Probably snuggle your pillow tonight” you smiled. “But you’d be fine.”

“I would not…” Loki choked up, as he felt tears forming in his eyes. “I would be lost; I would be absolutely nothing without you. A monster…”

“No, no, baby…” you spoke softly, turning around to face him. “You’ve worked really hard to be better… That’s all you, you are utterly and undoubtedly wonderful…”

The way you always made him feel better was almost scary. Your word was law. If you said he was so good, then… perhaps he wasn’t as bad as he thought.

“I love you…” he whispered. “Thank you…”

“What for?”

“For being my second chance… For believing I was more than the man that caused so much pain to your people…”

“Second chances are earned, Loki” you said. “You’ve earned it.”

He laughed softly when you rose up to sit on his waist, straddling him with your legs as you gave him a pseudo-menacing look.

“Now speak poorly of my sweet cuddly honeybun and you will be sorry…” you said in the worse threatening tone he had ever heard.

He cringed and laughed softly at the overly cheesy pet name.

“Oh gods…” he muttered with a shaky smile as his lips twitched upwards, amused by the situation. “You goofball.”

You let out an offended gasp and started tickling his sides, immediately making him giggle like a child.

“W-Wait! Dahahaharling! I’m sohohohohohrry!” he whined between laughs.

“Nope! Sorry ain’t gonna cut it this time, you insult me, you insult my prince… you deserve being chastised” you said playfully as you tickled his belly, which always made him hysterical.

“NAHAHAHA! STOP! STOP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” he cackled, soon wheezing. He was so ridiculously ticklish that had had no chance fighting back or think about anything else but the tingles that made him howl with laughter.

But he wouldn’t change this kind of silly fun with his darling for the world. And if he was honest with himself, this was a great thing to focus on.

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Smile for Me

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: Loki was a perfectionist, and after all the mistakes he made he pushed himself even harder to earn his place as an Avenger. So when his first mission goes wrong he's going to need a lot of help from his darling to cheer you up.

☆ Word Count: 5,059 words

☆ Notes: Sad Loki, injured reader and Loki, cheer up tickles for Loki as requested.

☆ Warnings: Needle shot, stab wound (but it's not described in detail don't worry). Loki angst. Cheer up tickles aren't encouraged without the lee's consent. Reader is a bit insistent about it but it's my fic and I choose how to tickle my baby.

It wasn’t supposed to go this way. He had planned it so carefully.

After months of earning the trust of the Avengers, months behaving like a top elite agent, and a lot of support of his brother Loki had finally been assigned his own team.

It had taken him so long, and so much effort… And it all went down in a few minutes.

One small mistake and they were detected. And as the cherry on this cake of mystery. You —who he wanted to protect the most— had been injured.

You and Loki had been dating for a while now. None would suspect a thing when you first met. But you had not only broken Loki’s walls, but you had him wrapped around your fingers and he was utterly and helplessly devoted to you. And for a while there wasn’t a single mission when you weren’t at least a duo.

But you had reawakened a hunger in him he thought lost for a while. He wanted command, but not the kind he used to want as a king.

Usually how missions went depended on the category. If it was an undercover mission, the teams were small and even two agents sufficed, Loki was sent to a lot of those, given his illusions saved months of infiltration. If it was an invasion to an enemy base most Avengers presented themselves to battle to make things easier, those were chaotic. If it was a rescue mission things got more complicated and there were several teams organized for fighting, one to retrieve information (and it was openly stated so, to avoid agreements between team leaders), and a rescue team to get the hostages.

And Loki wanted exactly that last bit. He wanted his own team for missions.

He worked for months, behaving perfectly during missions, working beyond diligently. Every mission he went to, was a mission with zero casualties and practically perfect success rate. Several months of training his body to regulate his strength to fight earthlings while not settling and trying to improve as well, which meant highly demanding training regimes, and staying up late to develop new spells that could help on missions.

And it all paid off the day he was officially named an Avenger, which meant it was a matter of time until he was assigned his own team for a mission.

That night you both had celebrated with a nice dinner.

“For the newest Avenger” you cheered elegantly as you raised your glass of wine. “And for the missions where you’ll be assigned your first team.”

“For the lovely mortal that made it possible” he smiled at you seductively.

“I didn’t do anything, it was your effort, Loki” you laughed softly. “It’s a great achievement.”

“Darling, if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have even tried to achieve anything” he spoke as his tone carried a particular mix of pride and solemnity. “I hope I can be a man you can be proud of one day.”

“I’ve always been proud of you, but yes, this is yet another reason to be proud of my amazing boyfriend.”

“I like the phrasing of that” he said with a smug grin. “But seriously, I wouldn’t have gotten this far without you.”

“What did I do?”

“I wouldn’t have had the patience to follow anyone’s orders if you had been always paired up with me” he said playing with his glass as you laughed. “You’re the only reason I have to behave.”

“Okahahay, looking at it that way I suppose you’re right” you giggled in that way that made Loki’s heart flutter.

“Oh now you believe me, do you?” he chuckled.

“It’s not my fault it’s part of your nature to misbehave” you grinned at him, “but I quite like that about you, it makes my day more interesting.”

Loki could feel his heart jumping around in his chest like he had seen happen in the cartoon shows you liked. Something about dating you made his feelings go crazy at the simplest of things, like being told you were proud of him made him feel like a little kid. But of course, even though he had let some of those feelings out, this was an elegant restaurant and he had to keep appearances.

He simply bit his bottom lip and smiled.

“Well, I’ll be sure to make every day interesting.”

“Oh please, no.” you sighed, but the smile on your face always reassured him you weren’t genuinely upset, “I like dying my hair as much as the next guy, but I the potion on my shampoo to make it change with my emotions was bad enough.”

“Oh but the red looked so lovely with the blush of anger on your cheeks” Loki laughed.

You gently kicked his shin from under the table with a frown, yet a pretty reluctant smile adorned your features.

“You love me” he sighed.

“I do love you” you smiled.

You weren’t supposed to get hurt. But it all happened so fast.

The mission was going well, Loki had been informed he’d lead the intel gather team for the next mission. Of course, you could be found among the agents under his command as his second in command. He chose a couple of other fine agents Loki had had good chemistry when he worked with them on previous missions.

“Darling, search for the file, I’ll take my men to search for physical archives” Loki ordered, “these two will stay with you and look after you.”

But he had been too careless. One wrong step, a turn in the wrong direction and…

He heard the deafening sound of a gunshot and a hard push that pinned him to the ground, and he felt a sharp pain by his clavicle.

“It’s an ambush!” he heard someone scream.

His vision blurred and he heard you screaming, and what seemed like weapons clanking and more shots. Before everything faded to black.

He woke up hours later, back in the Quinjet, and besides the pain on his chest, and a throbbing headache one could say the young Asgardian was fine.

But what he saw made him wish otherwise.

Most of his men were wounded, one of them quite severely and was already being treated so he wouldn’t bleed to death… and you… Norns, you. You were leaning back on your seat with blood stained bandaged along your ribs. Weakly making what seemed like an amicable conversation with Rogers.

But the second your eyes met his you stood up as quickly as you could to get to him. It broke his heart to see you limping.

“Loki! You’re okay!” you sighed as you wrapped your arms around him. “I was so worried.”

Loki didn’t have the courage to speak, he felt unworthy of talking to you after you had gotten hurt because he had been a lousy leader.

“Brother!” Thor also walked to him. “Thank goodness you’re awake!”

“What happened?” he asked.

“You were ambushed” Rogers said to him. “A response team was waiting for your arrival, they surrounded you and knocked you out so they could take out the rest of your team.”

“Luckily Thor and Bruce were still close and managed to break the wall to get us out quick” you sighed.

Thor nodded in a supportive way as the scientist waved with an awkward smile as he was changing to a shirt that wasn’t torn to shreds.

“What worries us is that injection they shot you, brother” Thor continued. “It’s a powerful sedative, capable to knock out Gods. Or Banner, maybe.”

“Hey, don’t get me involved!” Bruce said from his end of the room. “I’m a man as any other!”

“Yeah, a man that destroys a building because someone took his favorite mug for tea.” You mumbled, which, under other circumstances would’ve made Loki laugh.

“Where’s the—” Loki gasped, remembering something important.

“I’m sorry, Loki.” Rogers said sadly, and you shamefully pulled out a destroyed USB.

No intel had been retrived. His first mission had failed.

The way home seemed endless. And the way you subtly clenched your side when you thought he wasn’t looking was tortuous. Once you arrived to the Compound you were greeted by the other Avengers that went to treat the wounded and… well… Now, it was time for a dreaded scolding.

Fury was waiting in the meeting room on the head seat with his hands pressed against the desk and his head hanging as his chest was heaving with anger. Loki never really feared Fury, but he wasn’t excited to hear him scream at him while the headache still troubled him.

“Care to tell me what happened?” Fury asked in a fake patient tone.

Before Loki could open his mouth, you took a step forward.

“It was me, I broke the USB during the fight and I—”

“Zip it, non-bleeding people only.” Fury interrupted you before turning back to the younger God. “You were negligent and a poor leader and even your sweetheart was injured in the kerfuffle.”

“I was shot—”

“So was most of your god damn unit! Your little sidekick here was stabbed as well trying to fill in for what was most of your job—”

“Who fights with swords these days anyway?” you grumbled, and Nat gave you a little pat on the shoulder as she opened your uniform to put on bandages. “Must have been take your anime merch to work day…”

“It’s not your mistake, it was his who couldn’t keep his unit intact. Thank whatever you Gods pray to that no one was killed under your command.”

“Director Fury, he was shot with a dose of Black Lotus” Steve intervened.

Fury’s expression changed for a fraction of a second, his anger turning into concern as he looked at the spot Loki had bandaged around his clavicle. Black Lotus was a deadly drug on humans, just the smell did what it did to Loki, and the smallest doses were already paralyzing for anyone on Earth, but since the arrival of Asgardians to Earth, there had been several reports of it spreading on the Black Market.

But the mission had failed regardless. The list of underground criminals hadn’t been lost. It also didn’t help that it was the first failed mission in a good while, so they had gotten used to just getting a little praise and be on their way until the next mission.

“In any case you were the team leader, and the mission failed and given they were under your command, this result, and the state of your men is your responsibility. You are removed from your new position as team leader and suspended from missions until further notice—”

“What?!” you and Thor screamed. Loki just clenched his jaw as he miraculously managed to hold eye contact with the man scolding him.

“And will be subjected to investigation for potential treason.” Fury finished.

“WHAT?!”

“Director Fury, this isn’t fa—”

“You’re all dismissed.” Fury said firmly. “…Go treat the wounded.”

Something about that last part sounded vaguely defeated. But by that point Loki had already fled the room.

He slammed the door of the room as he walked in and dramatically left himself collapse on the couch, hiding his face behind his head as he hunched over to let the weight of his head on his knees.

Of course it was his fault. It was his mission. He should’ve known better, he should been better. If it had been impossible to ear everyone’s trust this would undo months of work to make the Avengers trust him. They would all be thinking this was exactly what he had been planning, all to sabotage them and tear them apart from the inside.

He didn’t know how long he had been there, but soon the door gently opened and soon two gentle hands had made their way to his shoulders gently massaging them in a familiar way. After a few minutes of your tender care and he left his curled-up position to lean against the back of the couch with a long sigh.

“I love it when you do that” he hummed.

“You seemed like you could use the attention” you smiled.

“If I’m perfectly honest, today I really do…” he said breathlessly.

“That bad?” you asked as you kissed his cheek.

“You were there, love. You saw how it went” he groaned. “I’m suspended from missions, and I’ll be under investigation.”

“It’s only a protocol, you have nothing to hide, it’s gonna be fine.

You sighed and wrapped your arms around him in a hug that nearly made him melt.

“It wasn’t you fault, Loki.”

“Again, you were there. Everyone thinks otherwise.” He huffed.

“Not everyone” you assured him, kissing his cheek once again.

“You never think wrong of me, that doesn’t count.”

“One: Ouch, I do count. Two: I didn’t mean just me, after you left it became a source of debate whether you or Fury were right.” You spoke. “I hadn’t heard of a disagreement so divided since the Sokovia Accords.”

Loki scoffed out a humorless laugh and sighed.

“Sure thing, darling” he said sarcastically.

When you didn’t respond, you turned to look at you and the pout you were giving him almost made him feel better. Almost.

“I’m sorry, little dove” he said as he caressed your cheek with his index finger. “You know I’m not upset with you, don’t you?”

“I know…” you nodded gently. “I just don’t like to see you sad.”

“I have to be upset sometimes. While it’d be too ideal otherwise, I can’t always be in a good mood” he said in an attempt to be reasonable.

You looked at him with a solemn sparkle in your eyes as you circled around his couch and squat down before him, look up at him with a frown before a smile appeared on your face.

“Smile for me” you said innocently.

“Darling…” Loki huffed, sort of imitating your tone “I know that tone… And while I appreciate what you’re trying to do… I’m not in the mood.”

“Well, that’s what I’m trying to change” I smile. “Smile for me.”

He did try for you, but it came out as some scowl.

“I can’t darling…” Loki apologized. “I’m sorry.”

“Mmm… I know of something that always cheers you up, baby…” you smile suggestively, as you place your hands above his kneecaps. “It’s a little game we know~”

Loki immediately tensed up.

“N-No… darling… nohot that, not right now…” he protested, as a little smile fought its way to his lips.

“See? It’s working already” you gave him puppy eyes, “Please… it always cheers you up.”

You weren’t necessarily wrong, the little game you two had come up with was something that always made him relax and distract himself. And the same went for you, it was a two-sided game to cheer the other up.

But right now he didn’t deserve to feel good. He had failed, and his failure had caused you that injury on your side. Why didn’t you resent him?

“Darling Ihi…” he said as a soft laugh escaped him despite himself, “I’m not sure…”

“But you need cheering up...” you said, giving him those gorgeous pleading eyes he could never resist. “I’m not gonna be fine until I see the prettiest boyfriend happy again.”

You had an absurd yet utterly sweet way of sneaking your way into his heart. He let out a soft chuckle and sighed.

“You’re dangerously irresistible” he said as he caressed your face.

Norns, touching you always felt comforting. And the way you leaned against his hand, smiling with closed eyes in a loving way as his fingers brushed against your cheek… What lovely twist of fate left his cold heart in your tender caring hands?

“Is that a yes?” you smiled softly as your eyes fluttered open.

“Oh… Alright, darling” he sighed as a tiny smile already appeared on his face, as he stood up. “Just, allow me to get changed into more comfortable clothes.”

“Clothes that will make my job easier, I hope.”

You let out a happy soft giggle, taking his place on the couch, crossing your legs as you waited for him as he took of his clothes. He started taking off his leather armor as he heard you giggling.

“What?” he asked, surprising himself with the amusement laced in his voice.

“Nothing, it’s just I still sometimes forget how handsome you are” Loki could hear the bashful smile in your tone. “It’s a bit hard to handle sometimes.”

Loki chuckled softly. It was good to see you in a mood like this. Despite the exhaustion and… your wound, that you still tried to flirt with him.

“Does it hurt?” Loki ask as he turned around you after he put a dark green t-shirt on. “Your… well…”

You looked down at your shredded uniform and shrugged.

“As much as you’d expect” you responded, probably knowing it was pointless who has a literal sixth sense to detect lies. “But… I’ve had worse.”

“Worse than being struck by a blade? Forgive me if I’m skeptical, love.” Loki asked as he picked a sweatpants, “I appreciate you trying to ease my conscience, but I’d appreciate it if you were completely honest with me.”

“Must you always be able to read through me?”

“Perhaps I’m no expert, but I’ve been informed that’s part of the being your boyfriend deal” he responded. “I know when you’re softening a blow for me.”

“Smart as always. It hurts, badly. Like a hundred flu shots.” You admitted “It stings a bit too bad, if I do harsh movements.”

“I’m…” Loki’s words died at his lips, the knot on his throat and sting in his eyes at his words making him unable to finish his sentence.

“Sorry?”

“It’d be an understatement. I—”

When he turned around he saw you changing into a more comfortable outfit, you had already put on some sport shorts, and you were shuffling through your stuff to find a comfortable t-shirt. And he could see clearly the bandages stained with blood. His heart sunk to his chest.

“Don’t be, it wasn’t your fault.” you cut him off. “And it’s part of this job, I knew from the start. And I accepted it, and I am willing to take those risks.”

Loki saw you struggle to put the shirt on, as trying to lift your arms made you hiss in pain. He walked towards you, gently taking your hands in his as he grabbed the shirt from you to help you put it on.

He relished the way you shivered as his fingers brushed against your skin. And you gave him those eyes, those eyes that could bring him to his knees, the eyes that kept him awake for so many nights until he had gathered the courage to confess his feelings to you.

“I wish you didn’t have to…” Loki sighed as he kissed your forehead. “You’re too precious to risk.”

“What? Am I supposed to leave all the fun to you?” you chuckled. “You know me better than that.”

“I do, but a man can wish” he said softly as he pressed his forehead against yours, as he gently rubbed his nose against yours in that way you had taught him. “I love you too much…”

“I love you too, Loki” you said. “But that’s why I need you to trust me and let me take risks. Okay?”

“Could you ask me something easier…?” Loki said softly.

“No can do, baby.” You smiled. “Besides, Wanda said she’d text me when it’s my turn in the Medbay again, doc said my injuries weren’t as serious, chances are I won’t even be left a scar.”

“That’s quite a relief, love” Loki smiled. “I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I had caused you permanent damage.”

“Mmm, that’s the talk of someone who needs my special cheer up treatment” you said in that faux serious tone. “Sit on the couch, please.”

Loki chuckled. Truthfully, he was feeling a bit better already. You had that about you, he always felt much better with you around, you came with a sense of peace that always settled on his chest as your skin came in contact with his. He just couldn’t stay upset when you were around.

“As my darling commands” he bowed as he sat on the couch, looking at you with loving eyes.

You sat on the couch as well, with your legs straddling him before you pressed your nose against his.

“Hey” you whispered.

“Hey” he smiled back at you, relishing the closeness between the two of you.

“Ready?”

“As much as one could in these circumstances” Loki chuckled.

“Perfect” you smiled as you placed your hands on each side of his neck. “Just like you…”

Loki’s breath hitched as a huge grin fought its way onto his lips, his fingers curling into fists as your fingertips traced his skin.

“Gah…!” he groaned as his shoulders rose up trying to protect himself. “Darling…!”

“What? I am starting gently” you argued, but the amusement in your voice was loud and clear. “It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish. I just have fun with it.”

What would anyone say if the saw the God of Mischief in this position? Willingly being submitted to tickling by a mortal half his size, smiling like an idiot as every nerve on his body urged him to laugh.

Even Loki himself once would’ve scoffed at the idea. It was truly ridiculous. But this was his thing with his darling. The reclusive prince of Asgard had found someone he trusted enough to touch him to their heart’s content, and it always felt wonderful. So when you came up with this little cheer up game of tickling each other, Loki couldn’t help but be strung along. And he had come to realized, he quite liked being the subject of this odd form of affection.

And perhaps he always liked it. But he didn’t have many opportunities to open up so freely before. Your fingertips and nails teasing his skin, the nervousness that settled on his stomach, and the laughter. Truthfully, it was fun. Part of his nature as the literal divinity of all kinds of playfulness, he assumed. Your version of mischief was simply more benign than what he had been accustomed to growing up.

“Lohohohove!” he laughed, “gohoho easy on mehehehe!”

“Did you know your nose scrunches up when you laugh?” you smiled, ignoring his plea, not that you were going hard on him to begin with.

“You may hahahave mehehentioned it” he nodded, throwing his head back.

“And you stick your tongue out in the cutest way” you smiled, surprising him with a quick kiss on the cheek, giving him a little break.

“Shuhuhut up!” he giggled. “Ahahahaha! N-Nohoho wait!”

You had moved to tickle his ribs and his laughter rose up in volume. Your touch was still soft and delicate and with just enough pressure to tickle. It was part of the game, never being to hard, half of the time the one on the receiving end was biting their lip with a huge dorky grin and just letting out a little breathy laugh every so often.

And while that was still true, you were slightly more energetic today, having the younger prince on a giggle fit.

“Wahahahait! I— Lohohohove!” he whined as he threw his head back. “Ahahahaha—”

“You love…?” you giggled, “What? You love this? Yeah, I know.”

The little defense his clothing provided him was risible, and yes, he was aware of the irony of that. The maddening way you gently scratched the sides of his ribs had him in stitches.

“Pfft! Hehehehehe!” he wheezed. “Nohohoho! Nohohot the ribs!”

“You always say that to every spot I tickle” you giggled while you kept skittering your fingers along his ribs.

“Behehehecause every spot ihihihis ticklish!” he laughed as he curls up on the couch. “Ehehehahahaha!”

And it got even worse when your fingers sneaked under his arms and scratched the ridiculously ticklish skin of his armpits.

“Nohohohoho!” he laughed. “Gah! Ehehehehehe! Oh norns! Hahahahaha!”

He was completely bent over in laughter, he had resigned limply laying against you, with his forehead pressed against your shoulder.

“W-Wahahait!” he whined between laughs “Plehehehease hahahaha!”

“See?” you giggled happily as you tickled softly the back of his neck that was now exposed to you. “You’re a pretty and ticklish little crybaby…”

“Plehehehease!” he wheezed, “Ahahaha break! Hehehehahaha! Ihi need a breahaha- break!”

You laughed softly, but obeyed and your fingers came to a stop. And Loki was finally got to catch his breath.

“Ahh… hah…” he panted softly as he pulled you closer to give you a hug as he lifted his head a bit to give you a kiss on your shoulder. “G-Goodness gracious, love. You’re ruthless…”

“You love me like that…” you smiled at him.

“I love you like that” he grinned before pressing a kiss to your lips.

You smiled as you tucked a few rebel streaks of hair back to their place, as Loki closed his eyes and relaxed to the feeling of your hands gently caressing him.

“Mmm… I love it when you do that…” he sighed.

“Touch starved tonight, are we?” you caressed his hair.

“Not more than usual…” he sighed, and after a silence from your part he opened one eye to look at a smug grin on your face, “…perhaps slightly more than usual.”

It had been only a few years since he became familiar with the term of touch starvation, and it was so fascinating to him. The way one subconsciously craved for another one’s touch, and how it started taking a toll on the psyche if that need wasn’t satisfied.

And while he only realized so recently, it certainly he was an accurate description for him. He found such comfort the touch of his loved ones, like the way his father patted his shoulders, or whenever his mother would brush his hair when he was little, he even remembers that he’d purposefully mess his hair so she would brush it… and most likely… Frigga knew. Although being perfectly honest, Thor took the first place, if all their playful sparring wasn’t enough, Thor was affectionate by nature and he always patting his back, grabbing him by the shoulder, or giving him hugs. Loki never realized how much he needed his brother until he almost lost him.

But especially from you, your touch was so soft and tender that always made his heart flutter. Your hugs always melted him and your kisses you were a taste of heaven. The tickling, of course, was an important part of your relationship, sharing touch and laughter was surprisingly fun and it satisfied his need for mischief. Your back rubs always dissolved all his stress as if it was magic. And he always, always, fell asleep in minutes if you played with his hair, which was quite a common occurrence.

It had been just a few seconds from you running your fingers through his hair in the most delicious way, but he had leaned back against the couch once more, and he was already nodding off, his eyes closed.

“Comfy?” you asked him, and he could hear the gentle smile on your face.

“Yes, darling…” he sighed.

“Liking this?”

“Yes, darling…” he chuckled.

“Want more tickles?” you asked again.

“Nice try, darling” he opened one eye to look at you as a smile formed on his lips that he was unable to get rid of.

Because of the tickles? Most likely that helped too, but mostly it was that semi-magical effect you had to cheer him up no matter the circumstances.

“It wasn’t a trick, baby” you smiled as you kissed his cheek. “If I wanted to tickle you… I’d just do it. Like this.”

And you did, grabbing your sides and poke and prodded his belly with your thumbs, just kneading your fingers onto his stomach. On a different spot, the massage-like touch it would’ve been relaxing. But his stomach was stupidly sensitive, and it took very little to have him going insane.

“NOHOHOHOHO! STOHOHOHOHOP! NOT THAHAHAT!” he cackled curled up in a ball against you. “I GIHIHIHIHIVE! NO MOHOHOHORE!”

“Mmm… Oh, alright” you giggled, “just because you’re so cute.”

“Ihihi… I am not cute” Loki glared at you. But between his rosy cheeks, and the goofy grin he couldn’t shake off, you weren’t exactly intimidated.

“Yes, you are” you smiled as you held his chin and pressed your forehead against his. “You’re my cute little prince.”

“Say that again” he panted as a slight smile formed on his face.

“What? Cute little prin— hmpfff?!” before you had finished your sentence, Loki had pressed his lips against yours.

Kissing Loki always felt truly like magic, he was passionate as one would expect. But he was surprisingly tender, he liked cupping your face and caressing your cheeks with your thumbs when he was feeling particularly soft, or firmly wrapping his arms around your waist, even grabbing you by the thighs to carry you when he was overly needy.

And right now, he was overly tender and concerned for you, he gently caressed your face as his other hand caressed near your wounded side.

“I’m so sorry…” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “You shouldn’t have been wounded because of my incompetence.”

“Ow, baby… I’m okay” you sighed as you gently caressed his cheek. “Here, see?”

Your lifted your shirt enough to show the bandaged area and tapped over the stain of blood trying to prove him you’re alright. But you winced at the first contact.

“That’s relieving” Loki said sarcastically, but he surprised himself smiling genuinely.

“Well… maybe it’s gonna take some more time to heal…” you admitted as you rested against him. “But it wasn’t your fault, we were ambushed, and they knew exactly… how to… knock you down…”

Loki looked into your eyes and the look on your face made evident you had the same idea.

“You don’t think… they could have… known I… that we…” he asked. The idea wasn’t completely ridiculous.

“You mean… that someone warned them beforehand…” Loki looked at you with a worried look.

“No, no. No… that’d mean… there’s a traitor between us.”

But that couldn’t be… Right?

| MASTERPOST | PART TWO |

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Hi! Can I request an established relationship with avenger!loki and reader where reader works in the med bay and loki gets hurt on a mission and is trying to avoid reader from finding out to not worry her but she finds out anyway and gets mad at him. kind of like fluff humor you can take it from there lol 😭

I'm fine

Pairing - Loki x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of surgery, blood, injury (let me know if there's anything you want added)

Summary - Loki's been avoiding Y/n after a mission and she wants to know why.

Word Count - 2.3k

A/N - Thank you for this! I've been so excited for it lol, I hope it's alright!

Masterlist

"Hey, Bruce," You call, running after the scientist as he rushes through the med bay, tablet in hand. "Bruce!"

"What's up, Y/n?" He asks, turning to face you. "Are you gonna ask if they've reconnected to Loki's comms again?"

You let out a breath. "How did you guess?"

Loki - your extremely loving partner - was sent on a mission earlier today along with some of the other Avengers. It's often for you to continue work while he's away; a usually vain attempt to distract your mind from the dangers he could be in.

"Yes, they reconnected a few moments ago. He's alright," Bruce's reassuring smile lifts a huge weight off of your shoulders. "Nat said he-"

Bruce is cut off by an urgent-sounding noise on his tablet. He taps a few times before speaking.

"Hey Tony. Everything good?"

A crackly voice leaves the device. "No... Clint i- injured... retur- base."

"Got it. Get JARVIS to send me the details."

"Will do, over... ou-"

The call ends and Bruce visibly tenses. "Y/n. Go prepare and meet me and the team in Surgery 2."

Your relief instantly fades away to jittery nerves. You nod and turn around, quickly heading to grab your scrubs.

The pace around you picks up as word spreads over the incoming Avengers - no one is entirely sure how bad Clint is injured, but Bruce fears the worst. It doesn't take long for you to prepare - your hands are washed, scrubs, gloves and an apron are on, a disposable mask covers your nose and mouth and your hair is tied up tightly.

You file into the room with the rest of your team and begin setting up the equipment, readying supplies that will likely be needed. The thought of Loki niggles at the back of your mind. You're annoyed you can't meet him on the landing pad as usual. But it's not like him to just... disappear in the middle of a mission. Something must have happened...

You attempt to push the thoughts away. Your top priority now is to take care of Clint; to make sure he survives.

"The Avengers have landed in the Quinjet. Dr Banner says to be ready," JARVIS' mechanical voice rings down from the ceiling; you take a deep breath and ready yourself to do what you do best.

Bruce and the porter wheels a sedated Hawkeye into the bay; everyone gets to work straight away, Bruce overseeing the procedure.

It takes over two hours of surgery. Clint had lost a lot of blood from cuts and bruises everywhere. His worst injury, however, was a large piece of debris wedged in his lower abdomen - it took a lot of effort to remove the debris without causing any extra trauma. With some donor blood in his system and a few stitches here and there, the surgery was concluded and Clint was wheeled to a bay to come to his senses.

"Well done Y/n, you did good in there," Bruce congratulates, offering a smile. "Have the day off, you deserve it. I'll get one of the others to do the paperwork,"

You sigh quietly, happy to have some time off. "Thanks Banner. Don't overwork yourself! I'll come check on Clint later today."

"See you later,"

You turn and walk out of the Med Bay, the doors swinging to-and-fro before shutting behind you. Your gaze floats around the empty corridor, looking for a certain trickster God - sometimes he loiters outside the Med bay while you're in surgery, waiting to make sure you're okay. But today he's no where to be seen.

You shrug it off. He's just been on a mission and is probably exhausted, so he'll likely be in your room; or his, if he's not feeling the best. You take the lift up to the living quarters, skipping the common room and heading straight to your room.

"Hey Lo-" You push the door open, but your bed is empty; the bathroom door open. The room is eerily silent, and somewhat cold. Something feels... off.

You walk over to his room and knock twice - there's no answer. So, you walk right in. Loki never minds about you being in his personal space, so why would today be any different?

"Loki? You in here?" You hear a scuffle behind the closed bathroom door. "Loki?"

"Yep, I'm in the bathroom," He responds, his voice muffled by the separation between you both.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine!" He says much too quickly. Your eyes narrow with scepticism.

He bursts from the bathroom, the door crashing against the wall from his strength. He winces, a lopsided grin creeping on to his face.

"I'm fine," He repeats.

"For the God of lies, you really are a bad liar," You move forwards, rising onto your tip toes and gently angling his face down so you can analyse it.

"Uh, that's rude," He mumbles as you move his face this way and that, scrutinizing every part of his pale complexion for so much as a scratch.

Loki understands what you're doing almost instantly, his eyes rolling playfully.

"I'm fine, darling. I promise,"

You release his face and look down at your feet. "I'm sorry, I just... what happened on the mission? Bruce said your comms had been disconnected and... I panicked I guess."

Loki would typically tilt your head up with a singular finger and promise you that he was fine; that everything is okay. But today he doesn't. He stands silently - you can hardly bear it.

You hold your arms out and envelope him in a big hug. He doesn't return it straight away, what can only be described as a shudder flowing through every inch of his body.

Pulling away just as his arms try to snake around your waist. Your face contorts into one of worry, a small hint of hurt shining through your façade.

"Are you sure you're alright, my love?"

He nods somewhat sombrely.

"You know what?" He speaks. "I just remembered I have to feed the horses,"

Loki's eye twitches almost unnoticeably at his mistake - his lie is clearly one he's told many a time on Asgard.

"Feed the horses, huh?" You can't help but smirk slightly.

"It's a metaphor," He clarifies, pulling himself together and looking as if he hasn't just told the worst lie in the entire multiverse. "I have to go make sure Thor has enough pop tarts."

You hum in suspicious acknowledgement as Loki begins edging towards the door.

"Sure, sure."

"I'll see you later, darling." You're about to ask if you can come with him, but he's gone before a single syllable has left your lips.

The room around you feels much too quiet without him, and much too lonely too. What is up with him? Did he see something on the mission that bothered him? Or is he deliberately trying to hide something from you?

It's often that he's a terrible liar in front of you - despite his title - due to an unspoken rule he created, likely near the beginning of your relationship. It seems he vowed to himself never to lie to you, hence meaning that when he does lie they come out twisted and blocky, not smooth like his deceit towards anyone else.

You're unsure of what to do with yourself, but end up deciding to take a shower to ease away the stress of the day. By the time you've finished and spent time drying your hair, you're sure Loki will have finished... 'making sure Thor has enough pop tarts'.

~★~

"Hey Thor, Nat. You seen Loki?" You ask as you wander into the common area, feeling refreshed and a little less tense.

"No, Lady Y/n. I apologise, I last saw him as we departed the jet of the quills earlier today."

You share a look with Nat, trying your best not to laugh.

"Thor, it's a Quinjet." Nat emphasises, rolling her eyes and barely concealing a smirk.

"Yes, that's exactly what I said, Lady Natasha. The jet of the quills." Thor beams like a toddler with candy.

Nat audibly sighs. "Sorry Y/n, I haven't seen him either."

"No worries." You mumble, looking around the room rather hopelessly. "You don't happen to know what happened on the mission with his comms, do you?"

Nat purses her lips for a moment. "It was just a lost signal. I don't think anything actually happened."

"Huh. Okay," Your brows furrow. If nothing happened then why does it feel as if he's avoiding you? You must just be overthinking it. "Thanks."

"You alright?" She adds.

"Uh, yeah-" The lift pings and you hear the doors slide open.

"Ah, brother!" Thor exclaims. "Your lady was just asking after you,"

You turn to see Loki in the lift, an unreadable look on his face.

"There you are! Where have you been?" You ask, your face breaking out in a smile.

"Oh, me? I was just on the balcony enjoying some fresh air." He laughs nervously.

"You were?" Nat asks, shooting you a look. "I was up there a few minutes ago,"

"Oh you were? We must have missed each other." Again, he laughs.

You try to shake away the hurt and confused feeling that has seeped into your soul. "Well, no matter. I have the day off so we could spend it together if you like?" You ask him.

Loki sucks in a breath. "I really would love to, darling, but I have to go fill in my mission report. Maybe later?"

You feel your shoulders sag, but you don't let your expression show your disappointment.

"Talking of which, how did the mission go? You usually give me a very detailed analysis." You say, waltzing into the lift alongside him.

"JARVIS, take us to the living quarters," Loki says to the ceiling and watches as the lift doors close once more. "It went okay, average really." You nod as the doors slide away to reveal the corridor to your rooms. "I shall see you later then, my love,"

Loki takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips gently, then turns and exits the lift.

"Uh, not so fast, Romeo," You call after him, fed up of his anticks. He's clearly avoiding you - and something is clearly up.

You stride over to him; he takes a few steps back until he hits the wall.

"What is up with you?" You ask, jabbing a finger at his chest. He winces.

Your eyebrows twitch with confusion. Why did he wince?

"Nothing is up, my love." He elects not to say more, you guess because he's lying. Again.

Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you place your hand experimentally on his chest. He attempts to hide it, but he definitely flinches.

"Look, I must get on with my work. I promise I shall treat you to dinner tomorrow when it's all done," He grins and slips from your grasp, sauntering into his room.

"Nope," You say defiantly, following him. "You're going to explain to me why you're avoiding me. And I'm not leaving until you do."

"Avoiding you?" The door clicks shut behind you. "Y/n, darling. Don't be so silly."

"Are you calling me crazy now-" You cut off, catching a glimmer of crimson in the sink through the open bathroom door.

"Of course I'm not call-" Loki also stops, noticing what you're making a run for.

"What is this?!" You ask, holding up the bloody rag you found in the sink.

Loki swallows, biting nervously at his lower lip.

"I assure you, it's nothing."

"Don't play this game with me, Loki. What's going on?"

He sighs dramatically. "I merely gained a scratch while on the mission,"

"A scratch? Show me then,"

"I really don't think that's nec-"

"Show me," You interrupt, your tone harsh.

Loki gives in, wincing as he pulls off his shirt. Beneath lies a myriad of scuffs and scratches, some deep enough to still be oozing blood, others just red and angry. You move forwards, fingertips ghosting over the worst gashes as your face betrays your emotions.

Looking up into his eyes, you notice the spark of guilt dancing around - yet you ignore it.

"Why didn't you tell me!? Gods, Loki, this could get infected... look how much dirt there is!" Huffing, you point to the bed. "Lie down."

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I just didn't want you to worry. You worry enough as it is." You ignore his comment, filling up a bowl with warm water and finding a fresh cloth. You bring it into the bedroom and place it on the bed next to him, dipping in the cloth and wringing it out.

"This might hurt," You murmur, gently dabbing at the wounds. Loki's muscles flex, his jaw setting with pain as you clear up the grit and blood.

"The comms cut because of this," Loki starts, speaking as if he owes you the explanation. "There were too many on me and they knocked me to the floor. I skidded and somehow broke the device. I had to fix it with my magic, but it took a while because I had to rid myself of those imbeciles,"

You don't respond straight away, continuing to clean him up.

"And how did no one notice during the subsequent medical exam? Or did you somehow manage to dodge it?"

He chuckles softly. "You know me too well. It was actually very easy to dodge it without you around. Speaking of, how did Clint's surgery go?"

You yawn, tiredness from the day creeping behind your eyes and into your mind.

"It went fine. He's in recovery now and will be on bed rest for the next day or so,"

The cuts are all clean now; you place the rag in the now bloody water and grab a medical kit to place strips over the worst gashes.

"You really are amazing," Loki murmurs, more to himself than you.

You can't help smiling. "And you would be amazing if you didn't hide your injuries from me,"

"I'm sorry my love," He replies.

Now finished with your job, you lean over and press a gentle kiss against his lips.

"You're forgiven," You get up and begin putting everything away, flashing a smirk in his direction. "Although I do still expect that dinner tomorrow night,"

"I wouldn't dare miss it." He grins.

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