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Beautiful Delusions - Chapter One

Yandere!President!Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Avenger!Reader x Yandere!Stucky

warning(s): yandere themes (but you already knew that :3), delusional behavior, obsessive behavior, mentions of stalking, mentions of kidnapping, manipulative behavior, possible spoilers for the MCU!, the Avengers movie didn’t happen-, google translated Russian (apologies if it’s incorrect), reader is 21+, possible mentions of murder

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(Y/n) (L/n) thought of herself as an average girl. Well, at least as average as someone working with the Avengers can be. She had been tested on by HYDRA for years, and was eventually saved by the Avengers. She was taken under their wing after rescuing her and trained her to not be forced to follow orders. She now could confidently say that she could stay in control of herself, which the others are proud of her for.

She had the ability to shapeshift, and she was mostly used for her ability to heal others and remain almost immune to injuries. HYDRA had used the experiments done with Wanda to heighten (Y/n)’s healing abilities, and the experiments with Bucky and Pietro to make her change her very DNA to shapeshift into anything she could imagine.

Because of these very powerful abilities, she was given the choice to either stay with SHIELD, or to help the Avengers protect Earth. She happily chose to stay with her rescuers, after all she had already made a few friends with the heroic group. As time passed, she was trained by Natasha to protect herself, and could easily take down two men blindfolded. She was also trained how to handle the Hulk, using her slight immunity to her advantage since a punch from the Hulk wouldn’t kill her immediately.

Tony viewed (Y/n) as a part of the dysfunctional family that was the Avengers. Natasha had bonded with (Y/n) and treated her like a sister, always making sure that she didn’t do anything to get herself in trouble. Sam, Bruce, Clint, and Thor may as well have been her older brothers with how they treated her. They would tease her and annoy her, but would gladly fight anyone else who did the same. Peter befriended (Y/n) and trusted her, mostly needing her help whenever Biology became a bit too difficult. Steve and Bucky, however, were truly best friends with her. There was always at least one super soldier by her side, and they both hated the idea of (Y/n) being involved in combat.

They did not doubt her ability to fight, in fact they were confident she could easily handle five armed men. But they also didn’t like the idea of the chance she was outnumbered, what would happen if they weren’t there to fight with her when she needed it the most. So, they vowed to remain nearby during any fight in case she needed backup, they wouldn’t let her worry about fighting alone.

A year or two passed, and it was around the time where candidates began to step up to become President. The Avengers never really worried about who was elected, unless it put the world in danger. So, (Y/n) didn’t expect to walk in to hear Tony and Thor arguing about someone who was running for the infamous position.

“Stark, I can assure you that my brother is more than fit for being the ruler of Midgard!” Thor grunted out, frustrated that Tony had become so worried after hearing that his brother just so happened to be the God of Mischief.

“I know an alien takeover when I see one, Point Break. I am a genius-” “Billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. You’ve said it a hundred times, Tony.” (Y/n) interjected, making Tony give a fake pout as he uncrossed his arms, sighing.

“Fine, just don’t let your brother make me worship him, I won’t be able to pretend like I care.” Tony stated, making (Y/n) shake her head as she continued to fix herself breakfast, watching as the rest of the Avengers woke up for the day, most of them in their usual pajamas with messy bed heads. All except for Natasha, who somehow always managed to look flawless.

“Nat, you need to teach me your ways. You look amazing everyday, it isn’t fair.” (Y/n) whined, making Natasha bless her with one of her rare smiles.

“I might, but only if your training goes well today.” Natasha stated, making (Y/n) determined to do well once it was time for her to train with Natasha.

The group eventually settled down for breakfast, with Bruce silently judging Thor’s breakfast choice, while Clint didn’t try to hide his judgemental look. (Y/n) took her usual seat between Bucky and Steve, being the only one besides Bruce and Steve who had permission to touch Bucky’s metal arm. She smiled as he let her hold it, fidgeting with the joints as Bucky let a soft smile rest on his face.

Steve had the usual small talk with Bucky and (Y/n), and Thor gave his occasional booms about his latest visit to Asgard, usually visiting just to make sure that all was well. (Y/n) watched as Peter scrambled out of his room, already dressed as he fixed his hair, making (Y/n) let out a soft laugh.

“Have a good day at school Peter!” (Y/n) called, making Peter give a thumbs up, his mouth full of toast as he quickly made his way out the door.

“I remember studying back on Asgard, it was fun.” Thor stated, making (Y/n) try to imagine a young Thor being the ‘class clown’ on Asgard, knowing that his brother was more withdrawn. At least, that’s what she thought, never having the pleasure to meet the God of Mischief, though his title did pique her interest.

(Y/n) checked the time, nearly choking on the cup of tea that Natasha had fixed her. “Shit, I’m going to be late.” (Y/n) managed to get out, standing up as Steve turned to her.

“Language!” Steve stated, making (Y/n) roll her eyes as she smiled, wishing everyone goodbye as she quickly got dressed, pulling a coat over her outfit for the day before she grabbed her work bag.

“Stay safe, (Y/n). Let us know if you need anything.” Bucky stated, making (Y/n) smile as she got out one last goodbye to everyone before she headed out to work, hoping she wouldn’t be too late as she made her way through the bustling crowds.

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(Y/n) had luckily made it on time, arriving at the quaint bakery and putting her things in her locker. She changed into uniform, letting out a gentle sigh as she tied her apron before she headed out to the front, putting on her customer service smile as she began greeting customers.

The bakery offered coffee and various types of tea, making sure to recommend drinks that went well with the choice of baked goods. (Y/n) worked diligently with her co-workers, attending to customers while making sure that they were well stocked up on supplies, writing down a few things they should get before the end of the week. She eventually got an online order, surprised to see it was for so many people. She sighed gently, beginning to prepare the order with the help of two co-workers.

(Y/n) finished preparing the dozens of cupcakes, high-fiving the co-workers who helped her before she made sure to carefully package everything, throwing in a good amount of tea bags that would complement the cupcakes’ flavor. She let out a gentle sigh, setting the package down on the delivery counter, adding the customer’s address to the box before she left to wash her hands. She soon finished her shift, wishing her co-workers goodbye before she clocked out, changing out of her uniform and headed to Avengers Tower, smiling as she hummed to herself.

(Y/n) decided to deliver the cupcakes first thing tomorrow morning, too exhausted after baking all day as she finally made it back to the tower. JARVIS welcomed (Y/n) back to the tower, making her smile as she greeted the AI. When she finally made it to the common room, she was immediately met with a hug from Peter, making her smile as she returned the hug. “Hey Spidey! How was school?” (Y/n) asked, making Peter light up as he talked her through how his day had gone.

She smiled as Peter finished up his recap of the day, glad to know that his day had gone generally well. “That’s good to hear, Spidey. I’ll see you at dinner!” (Y/n) stated, smiling as she gave him a pat on the shoulder before she left. Peter smiled, and (Y/n) made her way to take a shower, wanting to freshen up a little. She made sure to thoroughly clean herself up before she dried off, changing into some more comfortable clothes before she joined everyone for dinner.

(Y/n) had finished her dinner, smiling as she watched the Avengers begin planning tomorrow’s movie night, still debating on either watching Jurassic Park or The Mummy, making her chuckle as she let out a gentle sigh, more than ready for her to go to bed as she wished everyone a good night’s sleep. As she began to head to bed, she spotted Bucky and Steve outside of their rooms, making her softly smile as she gave them a little wave before turning in for the night. Bucky smiled, sharing a look with Steve before saying goodnight, letting out a gentle sigh as he went to his room.

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(Y/n) got up early that morning, making sure to freshen up before she made her way to the bakery, asking JARVIS to let everyone know she had to run an errand. She eventually stepped inside the bakery, making her way over to the many boxes of sweets and began transferring them to her car. She was curious about what the big event was, but decided to mind her business as she loaded the last box into the car. (Y/n) began driving to the address, smiling as she watched a few kids walking with who she assumed was a teacher. She noticed they were heading to the museum nearby, bringing back memories of when she had the joy of school trips.

(Y/n) drove into the parking lot of the building, making sure she was parked properly before she began making her way inside. She thanked an employee who helped her leave the delivery, letting the receptionist know that she had delivered everything they had ordered.

“I’ll be sure to let the boss know, have a good day ma’am!” The receptionist said politely, making (Y/n) thank her as she left, not knowing that a shifty pair of eyes were on her car as she began driving back to the Avengers Tower.

~fin~

author’s note: well look at that, i guess the first chapter was posted today! i hope you all enjoy, because i am looking forward to writing this series. stay tuned my loyal readers! <33

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xivdl · 3 years

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*puts him in my pocket*

#I am now immune to loki spoilers #he and his little daggers #from episode 3 #aaaaa I love him I miss him #loki #loki series #mcu loki #marvel #mcu #fanart #my_art #film tag #v draws mcu

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autumnalfallingleaves · 3 years

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The fact that Classic Loki was left alone by the TVA while he was in isolation until he tried to go see his brother.........

I’m not okay

#one thing this series has taught me is that I am not immune to lokis #LET THEM BE HAPPY DAMMIT #like I liked loki before but he wasnt a favorite?#but now im like 'why am I getting emotional over these gods'#AND HE JUST WANTED TO SEE HIS BROTHER #loki spoilers #beans rambles

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iamanartichoke · 3 years

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Why would Loki believe what Mobius tells or shows him? Frigga's death-film could be faked, Loki's responsibility for it might false, saying he always fails and causes death etc. ... where's the proof? Yes, the segments were selected to manipulate his emotions and align him with the TVA, and there's self-loathing, but he's also supposed to be smart and familiar with how lies work. Maybe he's playing along to escape and do what every Loki who ever existed and created a variant did: what he wants.

[please blacklist spoiler tags: #loki tv series spoilers, #loki series spoilers, #loki spoilers]

Well, here's the thing.

(under the cut for spoilers + length)

Objectively, I agree with you - that is, I fully recognize and agree with the characterization of Loki being intelligent and also manipulative (and therefore more than familiar with the art of lying), and I agree that it would be really, really hard to manipulate Loki without him realizing what you're doing and figuring out how to counter it and manipulate you in return (and you won't figure it out as quickly).

However. I don't think Loki is impossible to manipulate, or that his intelligence and innate capacity to lie (often and well) mean that he's immune to falling prey to someone else's schemes, when those schemes are rooted in/relying on all of the rawest vulnerabilities that Loki, as a person, possesses.

Loki's tragic flaw (or one of them, in my opinion) is that his emotions can and often do get the better of him because they are the result of how thoroughly and bone-deeply he hates himself. In Thor 2011, for example, Loki's initial plan evolves from trying to delay Thor's coronation into trying to simultaneously destroy Asgard's greatest enemy (and, presumably, destroy the monster within himself) and trying to prove his worth as a prince and a son to Odin. Were his plan to succeed, the only thing he would ultimately gain is validation that he has equal value to Thor. (Certainly he knows that Odin will wake up and Thor will eventually return; like, there are no long-term goals for keeping the throne here.)

Point being, everything he's orchestrating becomes motivated by emotion over logic and, ultimately, he doesn't really lose so much as he gives up because Odin rejects his plan - and, therefore, rejects Loki - and it hurts him so badly that he attempts to kill himself. He literally can't live with the pain it causes him.

So, I mean, we already know that Loki is deeply emotional and immensely insecure. We know that he's felt inferior and out of place his entire life, only to have those feelings validated by the revelation of his being Jotun and the rejection of his effort to prove himself as worthy as Thor.

We also know that a literally suicidal Loki ended up going through an extremely traumatic experience with Thanos and, furthermore, he has now failed pretty majorly in "taking over" Earth. Loki's in bad mental shape and, I mean, there's his proof right there that Mobius is right and that he always fails and causes death. He failed in Thor 2011 (and caused death). He failed in Avengers (and caused death). He believes himself to be worthless, deserving of rejection; he is emotionally unstable and has untapped reservoirs of pain under the surface.

He is, in other words, in an absolutely ideal place to be manipulated by Mobius. He doesn't seem to believe what Mobius tells or shows him at first - asking where Frigga is being kept, not believing the events that haven't happened to him yet, arguing back against every point Mobius makes, etc. But, as the scene wears on, you can tell he's becoming less and less sure that it's a falsity and more and more uncomfortable and upset because Mobius is unrelentingly digging at everything Loki's ever feared about himself.

That's the state Loki's in when Mobius selectively shows him the most painful scenes from his future.

Not to diagnose Loki, bc I am not qualified to do so, but to project a little bit - as an emotionally unstable person myself, who has struggled with mental health for as long as I can remember, I can very easily see how Loki would believe Mobius at that point.

It's like, imagine that you have all of these fears about yourself and they color the lens through which you view the world. I mean, Loki's experiences have definitely contributed to his poor self worth, and his family and culture have fucked him up - no imagined slights here - but when you hate yourself enough, it can alter how you perceive every little thing.

You may blame yourself a little harder for things that aren't your fault. You may too quickly assume that someone else thinks the worst of you when they may not think anything in particular about you at all. You may feel completely and utterly alone and hopeless about that ever changing because why would anyone want ever want to love someone as worthless as you?

Now imagine you've done some really bad things and, deep down, you feel guilty about them. You didn't enjoy doing them, but you did enjoy how powerful they made you feel, and that makes you a bad person, too. You weren't even wanted as a baby, for fuck's sake; you were literally abandoned for no discernable reason besides possibly being a runt, aka being born wrong.

These are all things you feel, and then here comes this person who is showing you events that have happened that he shouldn't know about, he's telling you information about yourself that he shouldn't have, he's showing you that he's got the resources to figure you and your life out and then he tells you to your face - while showing you even more failure and death in your future - oh hey, everything that you fear and everything that you feel? Yeah, that's all valid. You are irredeemable. You are responsible for death and destruction. You are unwanted, both by your family and by existence itself. You're only here so that others can have someone to stand on while they climb to the top. You killed your own mother because you're so selfish and vengeful! God, how do you even live with yourself, you destructive waste of space?

I mean, again, call me biased and paint me as projecting my mental illnesses on Loki but if it were me, no amount of intelligence or experience with lies would be enough to not believe every single word Mobius said about me (and about the situation).

It's certainly possible that Loki is playing along to escape; I mean, we know that he does eventually escape, though whether he gets captured again or not remains to be seen. But I think that, at the conclusion of the episode, Loki has just been broken down enough by everything he went through that day (it was a really rough day for Loki) that he's like, yknow what, just - okay, fine, tell me what I have to do bc I'm all outta options here.

(Actually, to be completely honest, I think there's both going on - Loki is resigned to being stuck with the TVA but also he probably recognizes that, at some point, he's going to get the opportunity to escape and might as well play nice until it comes along.)

So, yeah - I completely buy how that scene went down in regards to Loki believing Mobius.

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A/N: Requests from two anons and @cognativeresonance. More smut? More smut. And I think the gif is a spoiler.

Words: 2769 Warnings: ghost!Reader/succubus!Reader, smut

Peace was a treacherous word. At least it was for a spirit. You had been unwilling to accept death—and you had more or less come to terms with staying on Midgard and watching life pass you by when you would still be here once all life was gone.

But just because, according to mortal laws, you were dead, this did not mean you were not alive. Your physical manifestation resembled that of an angel, or a demon. You were not mortal—but you were not immortal either.

For decades, lower species had hunted you down for their sick and ruthless experiments and research, in an attempt to understand themselves, the universe, better. You had fled, times and times, until you found the perfect hiding place. Putting your trust in an Asgardian sorcerer who had done nothing but use you for his own wicked schemes. When you found out about his schemes, he punished you, bounding you to Midgard for all eternity. Now, you had taken refuge in an ancient castle with cold and moist stone walls that screamed history from every dark corner.

Every now and then, humans found this godforsaken and lonely place. Archaeologists, tourists and daring teenagers who had spread the rumours that the castle was haunted. Well, technically… they were not wrong. At least, that kept curious spectators away—most of the time.

Today, it was all different. You were almost grateful… for every now and then, life inside these ancient walls got rather tiring.

They called themselves the Avengers, on a secret mission to save the world. You rolled your eyes upon eavesdropping. This world was beyond saving. They needed a shelter for the night, somewhere safe to stay until dawn.

Still… they had not asked for your permission.

You recognised them; some of them anyway. There was Thor, God of Thunder and firstborn son of Odin Allfather. Ever since the destruction of his home planet, he had settled down on Earth, taking his mischievous brother Loki right with him. Loki. The God of Mischief. You licked your lower lips when you first lay your eyes upon him, unbeknownst to him.

He was tall, thin, yet well-trained and graceful with every movement he made. His hair raven black, his eyes piercing blue and those sharp cheekbones… you had heard about the horrors he had gone through over the last couple of years and you had taken quite the liking into him.

You followed him into one of the smaller chambers they had chosen to reside in for the night, secretly watching him, his body language and mimics. Good thing you were able to pass through walls. Your heart skipped a beat when he began taking off his heavy leather armour, revealing a plain green shirt seemingly made of silk. And when he took that off too, he revealed a pale but well-defined chest, making your mouth water.

You smirked. For Heaven’s sake, you had not had to lay with a man for decades. Unceremoniously, you knocked over the old vase on top of the drawer.

Loki turned on his heel, eyes darting around the room. He could not see you, of course.

“Who is there?” You chuckled. The sound echoed through the room, having him tense up. “Show yourself!” He demanded. Oh… so dominant. You would certainly enjoy having him in your bed.

And how you loved scaring intruders. Admiring his godly body once more with utter amusement, you only just missed the vigorous movement of his hand sending green shimmers of light through the room—until it was too late.

“My… what do we have here?” He purred darkly. His blue eyes locked with yours, knocking all air out of your lungs at once. You had certainly underestimated the God of Mischief. Your lips parted.

He could see you. He could actually see you. When was the last time a man… no, any other living being, had seen you with their own eyes? The thought both excited and scared you at the very same time.

“What a ravishing little ghost.”

Instantly, you frowned, insulted by the term he had used.

“I am a spirit. Not a ghost.”

Loki smirked. He enjoyed eliciting such reactions from you then. “Ah, pardon me. A spirit. So you are not… dead then.”

“No… not really,” You paused. “What spell did you cast? How are you able to see me?”

Loki was smart. A skilled sorcerer with centuries of experience. You should have known better than to provoke him. But then again… feeling his scrutinising blue gaze on you did things to you which you had not felt in so long it felt surreal. Perhaps this had been worth it.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, little spirit?” He was mocking you. He was actually mocking you. Angrily, you knocked over another vase without even laying a hand on it. It clattered to the hard ground, bursting into thousands of pieces and making him chuckle.

“Now since you had the audacity to haunt me like an ordinary ghost, why don’t you start by telling me exactly who you are?”

You snorted. He was the Norse God of Mischief. The more he knew about you, the more he would be able to manipulate and trick you. Besides, he was a stranger. This was personal.

Rolling your eyes at him, you turned on your heel in an attempt to pass through the wall, leaving him behind for good. The moment you collided with the hard and cold stone wall was the first time since your banishment you felt true pain.

What in the nine realms had he done to you?!

“No luck?”

You growled, rubbing your shoulder. Perhaps you should sleep with him and feast on his energy, if anything to wipe that cheeky smirk off his face.

“Who are you?” He asked again, more demanding and stricter this time. The sound of his velvety voice sent, unconsciously, pleasant shivers up and down your spine. You sighed. Somehow, he had bound you to this room. He could not mean to harm you but the threat lingering behind his words was clear.

“(Y/N)… my name is (Y/N).” Loki lifted his chin.

“Are you Midgardian?”

“What? Ew, no… I was born in Anaheim, almost five centuries ago.”

“Then how did you end up on Midgard? If you are not dead, your spirit must have been banished here.”

Hm. He knew what he was talking about then.

“I was, by an Asgardian sorcerer, almost two centuries ago.” The memory was painful. After all this time, the scar the day you had lost your body and became unable to leave this dirty planet, had still not healed.

“Which crime did you commit to deserve such severe punishment?” He probed.

Once again, you glared at him furiously. “Is this an interrogation? This is none of your business, Loki.”

“You know who I am then.” He stated bluntly. He took a step closer, threateningly. Gods, could it be? That you had offended him so gravely with your harmless spooking?

“Let me go.” You suddenly heard yourself whisper. Loki chuckled darkly. He was very well aware his sudden closeness was messing with your mind, sending waves of numbing heat through your body. The urge to grab him and throw him on the bed to ravish him grew with every passing second.

It had been severe punishment indeed. The sorcerer—Armal had been his name—was cruel. With your spirit detached from your physical form despite it never having left your body, you were unable to be seen or touched, your cravings left unsatisfied for all eternity.

Right now, however, in this very moment, your curse appeared like a true blessing. “You cannot touch me.” You hissed. “So stop threatening me.”

Loki raised his eyebrows. Only now did you realise that he was still shirtless.

“Can I not?” He reached out to grab your wrists and instead of passing right through you, his hands wrapped around them firmly. You flinched upon the sudden body contact, the fire that had been extinguished so many centuries ago igniting each and every one of your limbs within the fraction of a second.

“What… what did you do to me?”

“I am a sorcerer, my dear.”

“I…” You croaked out, unable to speak due to the growing desire overwhelming both your body and mind. “I haven’t touched… a… man… in… in decades.”

Loki frowned. He might have been a sorcerer. But when he leaned in even closer, his blue eyes wandering down to your lips, you realised that not even he was immune to your body.

“What are you?” He growled hoarsely.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Defeated by your own lust, you stood on your toes and pressed your lips against his, initiating even more body contact—even more intimate body contact.

Loki breathed in sharply, his hands letting go of your wrists to instead cup your face, taking control of the kiss. He was intoxicated—but so were you as he pulled you towards the bed, flipping you both around so he came to lie on top of you, straddling you and rendering you completely helpless.

He was strong. Much stronger than you, yet all you could think about in this very moment was Loki’s lips on your mouth, your chin, your neck… you gasped when he ripped your clothing off of your body, revealing your breasts to him. They bounced free upon the sudden movement, your nipples hardening both from the chilly temperatures around you and his greedy, hungry gaze on them.

You moaned when he took them into his mouth, one at a time to suckle on them teasingly, almost driving you crazy. Your back was arching, your body preparing to feed on his energy… would you be able to? It was true, you did not know what spell Loki had cast. Surely, he had not ended your banishment and surely, nobody but him was able to touch you right now. Instantly you wondered if he’d find a way to free you—you’d be forever grateful; and if you were just careful enough, you would not murder him during the act.

With but another flick of his wrist, the same green light returned, surrounding both your bodies this time. Only when he pried your legs apart to give himself access to your most intimate parts, you realised that you were both entirely naked.

The direct skin on skin contact made you swoon, your palms sweating with unspent energy, every fibre of your being longing to feast on him.

You were soaking wet when he forced himself between your legs, his hardened length leaking precum as he teased your clit with the tip, making you moan.

“Please…” You croaked hungrily. “Please…” Oh, in the end, all men were fools, driven by their carnal instincts.

Loki smirked smugly, seemingly enjoying your begging. You cried out in bliss when he buried himself inside you to the hilt, relentless and starving for pleasure. His energy built within you, flowing into your body like an ice cold river in spring. Your senses awakened, the world all of a sudden more beautiful, more colourful, more lively.

You dug your fingers into his bare back, leaving marks he would surely be able to feel tomorrow morning. When you opened your eyes to meet his lustful gaze, his own widened. You had almost forgotten they turned yellow, the pupils small black slits like those of a snake when you fed.

“You are a succubus.” He panted out of breath, slight shock swinging in his voice. If he were to pull away now, disgusted, you would never find the strength to keep him inside you. Loki was a god, after all. Much stronger than you.

“Please… please don’t stop now.” And it was true. The moment you had first tasted his sexual energy, your hunger returned like a tidal wave knocking you over and clouding your mind. He felt so incredibly good, both physically and spiritually…

For just the fraction of a second, his eyes flickered with an emotion you could not quite put your finger on. Was it compassion? Pity? The enchantment, in any case, seemed to be broken. He was fully aware now of what he was doing and with whom he was doing it.

You whined when he retreated from your tight heat, hissing in the process but screamed, out of control, when he plunged back inside you, fucking you hard and fast. The room filled with the smell of sex and sounds of skin smacking against skin, paired with both your moans and pants.

You threw your head back. He was so… so delicious. “Oh God…”

“’Oh God’ indeed…” He mused, barely able to contain himself. You had to admit, feeding usually felt as great as experiencing orgasms to you. You did not need them when you slept with men. This time, however… as you felt yourself tripping closer and closer to the edge, your breathing quickening and your heartbeat speeding up, you started to doubt this initial notion.

Loki knew exactly how to move and how to caress your dripping cunt to get you wet for him and welcome his manhood into your awaiting cave. With every powerful thrust he brought you closer to an earth-shattering orgasm threatening to steal away your senses and when you finally fell off the cliff, he was there to catch you. Your eyes returned to their normal colour, your hunger satisfied.

Rhythmically, your walls began clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth and triggering his own release. Loki grunted, wolfishly, as he spurted ropes of his seed deep inside you, making you scream his name in pure ecstasy.

He rutted into you a few more times, helping you ride out your climax until he himself was completely spent, then chuckled in an amused and mischievous manner when your eyes fell shut, exhausted by this wonderful adventure the Norse god had taken you on.

“Thank you…” You mumbled. What for exactly, you did not know. Was it the mind-blowing orgasm? The thirst he had quenched? The intimate body contact you had missed so strongly? You were still joined, his hard cock resting inside of you. He would soften any moment now, right? You should enjoy the sensation for as long as it lasted.

“Oh, my sweet little succubus…” He purred darkly. “You did not think I was done with you already, did you?”

Your eyes widened when he thrust back into you with a start. You had hardly recovered from your first orgasm when he already stirred you straight into the next, working you up even faster this time. One of his hands disappeared down to where your bodies where joined, his long and soft digits sardonically toying with your clit until you were ready to burst into a million pieces yet again.

“Oh… my God… Loki!” Your arms were all over the place, desperate for a safe grip. He pinned them down above your head, forcing you to simply take all the pleasure he was offering you. You screamed when you climaxed again, the sensations even stronger this time. But Loki did not stop. He kept fucking you roughly, hunting his own peak like a predator and never ceasing to make sure you enjoyed yourself as well.

How many more orgasms did he force you into? Was it three? Four? Six? Ten? You had stopped counting after the third time he filled you with his cum. Loki had turned you into a panting mess, all weak from all the bliss and as satisfied as you had never been in your long life.

Limply, you rested your head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. He did not need to speak out loud what he was thinking—for this truly was an unexpected turn of events. Surely, none of the Avengers had planned anything alike on this mission, especially not for him.

Loki had been intoxicated by your scent, a magical component your body released to seduce your victims easier but in the end, he had been the one who had proved to you what it meant to share the bed with a Norse god. The Norse God of Trickery. Weakly, you smiled to yourself.

“Loki…” You whispered breathlessly. He hummed in response. “Can you help me? Can you help me leave this place?”

His hand came up to stroke your arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps wherever his fingertips brushed over your naked skin.

You could tell he was smiling as well when he replied.

“I most certainly can, (Y/N).”

A/N: Damn, I really enjoyed writing this one.

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