#Jotun Loki X Reader

[joyful-enchantress]

Spring Heat (18+) | Loki x Fem!Reader

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A/N: You help your husband through his yearly heat, which is part of the Jotun mating cycle. He's afraid he might hurt you, but you are determined to stay... I wrote this for @springdandelixn and her Double-Trouble Sleepover! Congratulations, Beanie, my love! I hope you enjoy this little fic that I put together for you 🖤

Genre/Warnings: Jotun mating cycle AU, smut (18+), rough sex, choking, dubcon? (everything is consensual but Loki is not entirely in control of himself), language, light angst, fluff too, filth with feeling, established relationship

Word Count: 3182

The sights and sounds of springtime were all around you as you strolled through the palace grounds —

The busy twittering of birds as they searched for food and fought over tree branches on which to build their nests.

The chattering of squirrels and rabbits and other small animals as they came out of hiding to begin a new season of life.

The rich shade of green returning to the grass in the meadow, speckled with pops of color where wildflowers were beginning to bloom.

Speaking of blooming flowers -- the palace gardens were thriving, and in the next couple of weeks were sure to become a spectacle of color, ranging from delicate pastel hues to bright, vibrant tones. Just in time for the Spring Festival that would be held at the end of the month.

Yes, spring was upon you. Your favorite season. It meant warmer temperatures and sunshine and new life.

But despite all the bright cheerfulness that spring brought with it, for your husband, Loki, it also brought with it a certain darkness.

His heat.

Loki was of Jotun blood; a Frost Giant. And with that heritage came certain Jotun traits, some more easily embraced than others. One such trait that your husband found more loathsome than the rest was the Jotun mating cycle.

Each year since his body matured, around the time of the Spring Equinox, Loki would find himself at the mercy of his primal instincts. Unable to control his animalistic urges to mate, he’d lock himself in his chambers until it would pass.

That is, until you had something to say about it.

When you learned of the agony he endured — both physically and emotionally — locked in his chambers for anywhere from one week to one month until his heat cycle passed, you couldn’t bear it. You had to do something to help, if you could.

You remembered the conversation you’d had with him well. It was shortly after your wedding…

————

“Loki, isn’t there anything that would make it easier to endure? Or at least make it come to an end more quickly? I can’t imagine a week of that, let alone a month.”

“Unfortunately, no, darling. There isn’t really anything that can be safely done to help it. The healers can give me an elixir that will suppress it, but I can’t take it every year, or it would lose its effectiveness. And besides, a heat the year after a suppressed heat is always more intense and agonizing.”

Your eyebrow cocked, looking at him with curiosity. “You sound like you’re speaking from experience…?”

He took a deep breath before answering, “Yes, I’ve taken suppressants occasionally in the past. The temptation of a year of reprieve was too great for me to resist at times. But I always found that the following year’s heat was far worse than what is typical. More desperation, more madness, more… pain.”

Your heart broke for him in that moment.

“Why does it last so long, Loki?”

He gave a mirthless chuckle. “It lasts as long as it takes for one of two things to happen. Either it quite literally burns its way out of my system, like a fever that takes weeks to break. Or…”

His voice trailed off, and he looked off into the distance, as if he was searching for his thought amongst the forests and rolling hills.

“Or…?” You gently encouraged him to continue.

Loki let out an exasperated sigh and quietly admitted, “Or… I mate. Breed. Fuck.”

Something about the way he enunciated the hard ‘k’, his Adam’s apple bobbing sinfully as the sound clicked in his throat, had your core throbbing with need and a wave of hot arousal unfolding over your body.

You blinked a few times as you contemplated what he said. “Well that seems easy enough,” you replied cooly, as if you were discussing the weather.

“What…?” He looked at you, perplexed.

“If having a good fuck will bring your agony to an end, then that seems like an easy solution to me. I can help you with that —”

“NO!” His rich baritone voice boomed as it cut you off, dripping with authority, anger, and — was that fear? “You don’t understand, my love. I am not myself when this happens. I lose myself, I lose control. I no longer am capable of keeping up the Asgardian façade; my Jotun form takes over and I am overcome with the primal desire to mate. I lose all regard for decency, I become… a monster. I am a monster.”

“Loki…” you reached a hand up to caress the side of his stupidly beautiful face, running your thumb soothingly along his sharp cheekbone and slotting your palm against his chiseled jaw, which was tightly clenched. A sign of his distress. “I love you, Loki. Let me help you through this.”

“I love you too, darling. More than my life itself. Which is exactly why I can’t let you do this.” He wrapped his large hand around the back of yours and turned his head to the side to tenderly kiss your palm. “It isn’t safe. I could hurt you. Badly.”

“I trust you, Loki. I trust you with my life, no matter what physical form you assume.” The next words you uttered came to you as easily as breathing, “I want to do this. Please. Use me. Use my body to sate your desires and end your own suffering.”

His emerald eyes widened at your words, most likely shocked at how brazen and self-assured they were. But swirling behind the shock was something else. Reverence. Trepidation. And lust.

He slowly swallowed, gathering himself together and collecting his thoughts after you scrambled them with your salacious plea.

“Alright then, darling.” He cautiously relented, his eyes boring into yours, searching for any sign that you were having second thoughts or hints of doubt. “Come springtime, when my next heat cycle is upon me, I’ll let you help me. I’ll let you be the balm that soothes my burning, searing ache.”

————

And now, spring was upon you. And any day now, it would be time to make good on your promise to him. For better or worse. You suddenly had a renewed appreciation for the words you spoke in your wedding vows to him, just 8 months ago.

Loki has been warning you for the past few days that his heat is imminent, and could take over at any time. He could feel it; all the warning signs were there. The restlessness. The irritability. The discomfort. Crawling under his skin like an itch he can't scratch. Until it makes him snap.

Each and every time, he asked if you were still sure. He reminded you that you could change your mind, that he didn't expect you to do this. That he'd never expect you to do this. It was entirely your choice.

And each and every time, you stood firm in your decision. You wanted to help him. You would do this.

The sun was beginning to set on your evening stroll, so you altered your route so that it would lead you back towards the private chambers that you shared with Loki. As you approached the hallway which led to your shared door, you could feel a distinct, unseasonal chill in the air.

Was this it? Was tonight the night?

Once you reached the ornate wooden door, you noticed a thin blanket of frost coating the edges of it, as if, behind the door, was the force of winter itself, its icy chill seeping through the gaps between the door and the frame.

You reflected for a moment on the irony that all this frost and chill was the result of something called a heat, and you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself.

But then you remembered that not just fire, but ice, too, can burn.

A shiver rolled down your spine, and the cold seeping through the doorframe wasn't entirely to blame.

You took a moment to gather your courage, reminding yourself that this was Loki. Your husband. Your one true love.

You could do this.

You softly knocked, each tap of your knuckles against the cold wood sending a jolt of bravery through you.

"Loki... can I come in?"

"Pet..." The voice that answered you was familiar, but more... ragged. It was deeper, if that was even possible, and assumed a huskiness that made your usually gentle husband sound nothing short of feral.

It sent a surge of hot, wet arousal through you, which pooled between your thighs.

"I'm here, Loki..." you whispered like a prayer. "Let me help you."

"This is your last chance, pet," he warned. "You can still change your mind. But the moment you open the door, I'm afraid there will be no going back."

Good thing you had no plans of going back.

You opened the door and stepped into your chambers; after ensuring the door was closed and locked, you took a deep breath. This was it.

As you turned around, you came face to face with your husband.

Except he wasn't quite the Loki you knew. For one thing, he was taller. Much taller. At least 8 feet tall. You briefly wondered how you'd be able to take him in this form. His usually porcelain skin was replaced with a brilliant cerulean, and across every bit of blue that your hungry eyes could find, were ridges that swept across his skin in bold strokes and delicate lines, forming intricate patterns that you longed to trace with your fingers. As your eyes settled on his face, you found some familiarity there. You recognized the bone structure and the shape of his nose, the curve of his lips; the luscious raven locks that framed his angular face were unchanged. But in place of the emerald orbs that you knew and loved were two glistening rubies, staring at you with an intensity that could only be described as ferocious.

He was beautiful. Flawless. You saw no monster before you. Only your husband. Showing you a side of himself that he has kept hidden from you. Until now.

You broke the silence first, and simply muttered, "I love you, and I am here. Use me."

And that was all the permission he needed.

He closed the distance between you impossibly fast, like a predator stalking its prey, and wrapped an icy hand around your throat, squeezing firmly, the coldness stinging like pins and needles against your skin.

His lips met yours with an urgency that you hadn't experienced before; any hint of gentleness was gone and in its place a brutal clash of tongues and teeth as he claimed your mouth, a throaty growl slipping past his lips as he basked in the taste of you on his tongue.

Fear crept up your spine for the first time since you entered, and you brought your small hands up to claw at his wrist, a desperate attempt to let him know that you needed a break; you needed to breathe.

Something within him seemed to get the message, because he peeled his mouth away from yours and released your throat, repurposing his hand to wrap around your midsection and toss you unceremoniously onto the large bed in the center of the room.

You had to admit that part of you enjoyed the way he was manhandling you.

He wasted no time freeing himself from his garments and strode towards the bed, where he situated himself over you, caging in your small frame like a hungry animal about to enjoy the spoils of its hunt.

You gulped at the sight of his enormous cock, as it bobbed angrily against his stomach, covered in the same ridges that decorated the rest of his body, the tip weeping with the evidence of his primal desire. For you.

"These pretty silks have got to go," he rasped against your ear, his breath somehow both hot and cold.

He roughly grabbed the fine fabric and you winced as you heard him rip it to shreds as easily as if your dress was made of flower petals from the garden.

Within seconds, you were bare before him, and his ravenous gaze lazily roamed over your body, savoring every dip and every curve like the sight of you alone could sate him.

Even though that couldn't be further from the truth.

When he decided that his eyes had had their fill, he brought two fingers up to prod against your lips, his gaze meeting yours, daring you to defy him.

But you didn't dare.

You submissively parted your lips and wrapped your mouth around his fingers, astonished at how much your mouth had to stretch just to accommodate them. A wicked smile tugged at his lips as your tongue danced over his digits, preparing them for exploration of another warm, wet hole.

A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers were abruptly pulled from your mouth and pushed inside your weeping cunt. They pumped and stretched you almost as much as his normal cock would, and you shuddered at the thought of what was to come.

The nerves melted away though, as his thumb found your clit and worked the sensitive nub in sweeping circles, pleasure taking over your senses and lulling you into a state of calm.

"Loki..." you whispered softly between your whimpers and pants.

He growled in response, withdrawing his fingers from your soaked pussy and wrapping his hand around your thigh, forcing your legs open as wide as they would go.

Before you had a chance to adjust to the new position, his huge cock was at your slick entrance and he thrust forward, forcing as much of himself inside you as he could, his girth stretching your walls and the tip pushing against your cervix. The sudden intrusion took your breath away, and the stinging pain you felt caused unshed tears to well in your eyes. The coldness of his skin only heightened the sensations, forcing your mouth open in a silent scream as he claimed you.

You loved him. You wanted this. You silently reminded yourself as a large blue hand found your throat once again and wrapped around tightly.

A feral moan left his lips as he began to rut into you roughly. Pushing himself in as far as your body would allow. Over and over. Chasing his own pleasure without regard for your own.

"So warm... So tight... You take me so well, pet." He grunted between thrusts. "You're mine."

You couldn't help the fresh pool of arousal that gushed between your legs in response to his words. Even as he wrecked your body and used it like a toy, you loved nothing more than being his.

His rhythm became sloppy and you knew he was close.

With a wild growl, he pulled out of you and violently flipped you over onto your stomach. You were thankful you were on the mattress and not on the floor in that moment.

His large hands dug into your hips, pulling them upwards and angling you so that he could sink himself once again into your tight cunt. You turned your head to the side, gasping for air between shameless moans as he pounded into you from behind like an animal.

It didn't take long for him to reach his peak; he let out a primal roar as he came, pumping you full of his seed. You felt it leaking out of you, dripping down your inner thighs as he continued to shallowly thrust into you while he rode out his high.

And that was the last thing you remembered before darkness blurred the edges of your vision and you succumbed to exhaustion, your body limp and spent.

--

Later, when you came to, you wiggled your fingers and toes first and slowly worked your way to moving each limb, assessing the soreness. There was an undeniable ache, but nothing you couldn't manage. You sat up in the bed and looked around the room, searching for Loki. Your eyes settled upon his familiar Asgardian form, huddled on the chair in the corner, as if he was putting as much distance as possible between the two of you without leaving you alone. His eyes were red, but not because of his Jotun blood. Because he had been crying.

"Loki, what's wrong?!" you frantically asked.

When he realized you were awake, he rushed to your side. "What's wrong? Love, look at what I've done to you!" He gestured to your body, to the bruises on your inner thighs, your hips, your wrists, your neck. He pointed to the mess between your thighs, to the bit of blood that was on the sheets between your legs. "I'm a monster. A vile, disgusting creature. I should have never let you do this!"

He looked away from you, ashamed.

You reached for his hand, in an effort to reassure him. "Loki, I wanted this. I wanted to help you. I insisted." Your thumb stroked the back of his hand in soothing circles, willing him to believe that you were okay. "And look! It worked. Your heat lasted only a few hours instead of weeks!"

"But at what cost?" He muttered, without meeting your gaze.

"I am your wife. We are a team, in everything. I vowed to be there for you and to love you no matter what, for better or for worse. A few bruises and some soreness are a small price to pay once a year if it means my husband isn't in agony for weeks at a time."

He sheepishly met your gaze then, peering up at you from under his eyelashes.

"I don't deserve you," he whispered softly.

"Yes you do. Because you are the most amazing person I know," you smiled easily as you said it. "Now, I did say we are a team, so if you're done sulking, I do believe it is your turn to do your part. Don't you have some magic healing powers that could soothe some of my aches, or am I misremembering?"

Now it was his turn to smile at you. He got to work straight away, a blanket of green seidr engulfing your body and buzzing through you, soothing away the worst of your residual pain. Then he spent the day spoiling you, running you a hot bath with your favorite rose scented bath oil, pampering you with a massage, and waiting on you hand and foot.

"Darling?"

"Yes, Loki?"

A wolfish grin crept across his lips. "When you've had a day or two to recover, I intend to make last night up to you, tenfold. To drown you in so much pleasure that the only word you'll remember is my name as it falls from your lips like a mantra."

You met his grin with your own cheeky smile. "And I intend to hold you to that, Laufeyson."

His lips met yours, then, in a passionate kiss; one that conveyed all the love and adoration he held for you. Your lover. Your husband. Your everything.

Spring was definitely your favorite season.

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[lady-rose-moon]

I would love to see how you write Loki X shy reader. Like she’s obviously so into him and he just loves to watch her get all flustered

Meet me in the elevator || Avenger!Loki x Reader ||

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𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 3.7k

Since moving into Avengers Tower last year after being rescued from HYDRA, you’ve developed close friendships with the main Avengers, loving to spend most of your time around Wanda or Natasha. They all knew that you didn’t handle well in public settings, talking with new people - hell, it was difficult to just talk to them sometimes, never mind people you’d never met before. 

You were settled into a room on the twenty-fifth floor, alongside Thor. It stayed that way for a while before Thor returned from Asgard one day with Loki on his arm. For Loki’s credit, he looked as pleased to be there as the Avengers were to see him there. You, on the other hand, stayed very quiet through the argument that came next, taking moments to just admire the new addition with curiosity. Something inside you told you that you weren’t supposed to be intimidated by the highly intimidating God before you. 

“But shouldn’t he be sent to S.H.I.E.L.D? Or- maybe whoever we are supposed to send him to should he return,” Steve was asking, your mind bringing you unwillingly back to the present, your eyes straying away from the man who appeared to be the person at fault for New York 2012. 

“If he is handed over to them, they will waste no time in attempting to experiment on him and his power,” Thor answered, his eyes serious and focused on not just Steve but everyone in the room, “Father has ordered his imprisonment here within the tower where we will keep him subdued. Should you turn him away, I am to find alternative lodgings.” 

The Avengers took a moment, unspoken arguments crossing around the room before Tony relented, hanging his head and uttering the damning words, “fine, give him the room next to yours, Thor.” 

Your admiration stopped within a millisecond. The room next to Thor’s was exactly opposite yours! Slowly, you slid down the sofa until you were fully laid down and silently groaned to yourself. Of course, you’re shacked with a Thunder God and his Godly terrorist brother.  

Following Loki’s sudden appearance within the tower, you spent more time avoiding the 25th floor. You avoided it as if it were the plague, going so far as to fall asleep in the common room of the tower just so that you wouldn’t be on the same floor as Loki.  

The God didn’t look happy when Thor forced him down to meals every day, claiming that getting Loki into such a routine would be good for his mental health and would help his ‘healing’. You watched every day as Loki sat opposite you, emerald eyes downcast and his posture closed off, unwanting of any attention. Perhaps, you thought, he was like you these days? 

You didn’t stick around long enough to actually find out if your theory was correct, however, as once you were done eating, you excused yourself and quickly fled to the library on the 16th floor. 

The library was your safe space away from the ruckus of the Avengers and their mission discussions, the quiet of the library calmed a part of you that you never realised needed to be calmed. Since you had woken up in your cell within the HYDRA base with no memory of your life before, your social skills had been severely affected, only opening up after weeks of people trying to get you to open up. 

Finding the library after being rescued by the Avengers shortly after the Sokovia incident was a breath of fresh air. From the moment you stepped into the two-floor library, Friday had made sure to play classic music as soon as you entered, easing the stress within you as you scoured the shelves. Since then, you have been happy to visit the library to escape the Avengers and lately; Loki. 

The sun shone through the floor-length windows as it reached its peak for the day, the warmth enveloping you as you happily walked through the multiple shelves, your fingers absently brushing against the spines. Perhaps I should try to bring someone here, you thought, recalling speaking with Wanda about the library and smiling at the fascination on her face at the prospect of advancing her magic through books Thor had brought from Asgard. 

~~ 

The silence reigned in the tower during meal times for weeks after Loki’s arrival, it was a statement that everybody was uncomfortable with the God being around. Loki, for the most part, seemed as if he didn’t give a shit about their opinions about him. You’d begun to differentiate his movements from the others, seeing how he got up to get his Asgardian tea prepared exactly three minutes after Banner had poured his coffee and walked away. How Loki would reach for a sandwich shortly after Barton had grabbed six of them, handing three to Natasha to prevent poisoning. How, even though he looked unbothered, there was that subtle glint of loneliness. 

~~ 

It had been weeks since your magic had surfaced, weeks since you’d been able to delve into somebody’s mind. Wanda had taught all of the Avengers how to block themselves mentally against your powers so that not only you could have a better night's sleep but so they could as well.  

However, you did not expect to fall into Loki’s dreams.  

One moment you were in your own dreams, the next you were standing in a golden throne room. You hid behind a pillar to avoid being discovered, fearing that you’d been snatched by someone. 

“What do you want?” there was a voice ahead of you, your view obstructed by the pillar you were hiding behind but when you peeked past it, you saw Frigga, Thor’s mother and therefore Loki’s too. She had a soft frown on her lips, her head tilted slightly as she approached her son, her hand reaching up to caress the terrorist’s cheek. 

Your heart stuttered in shock at the discovery. You hadn’t imagined Loki would allow someone close to him but then again, she was his mother, it made sense in a way. 

“I…” Loki began and your heart stuttered again but it wasn’t shock, it was a feeling you’d never felt before. You’d never heard his voice before other than the scary videos you were shown when you joined the Avengers, discovering their past. He sounded British, yet he was Norse along with Thor, then again, Thor had a sort of Australian accent when you focused enough. 

“I want my brother back,” Loki admitted, his head hung, vulnerability radiating off his body language as he admitted the weakness to his mother. You watched as Frigga’s face swiftly changed into an understanding smile before pulling him in for a hug. Still, Loki continued, his voice coated with grief, “I’m alone there, Mother, I do not want to be alone.” 

“It was better than the punishment Odin had planned for you, Loki,” Frigga whispered, her eyes shining with tears, “infinitely so.” 

You took in a sharp breath and that was all it took for Loki’s sharp eyes to meet yours and the room disappeared, replaced with a bedroom that looked almost identical to yours in Avengers Tower.  

“What are you doing here?” Loki snapped, his eyes hardened and his guard back up. He studied every fraction of your face, looking for the malice he knew you’d have, looking for the blackmail to begin, looking for the taunting. Yet, he found nothing. 

Since his arrival, he had taken note of your presence, never once considering you’d be anything like the Witch or Vision. Yet here you stood, in his dreams. Loki grimaced as you stayed silent, his head tilting ever so slightly, mimicking Frigga’s previous actions. “Answer me,” he snapped after a few moments, annoyed by your ignorance. 

You trembled as you stared up into Loki’s eyes, your nerves taking control of your body and preventing you from speaking up. Your eyes scanned his face, taking in the wet tear tracks that slid down his face, shining in the light that was coming in from the open curtains. Then your eyes fell to Loki’s decorated tunic, noting the hints of gold woven into the threads and the green accents everywhere.  

“You’re staring, pet,” Loki purred, stepping closer to you, intrigue apparent in his features. He’d never seen someone take this much interest in his appearance before. Sure, he’d had wenches back in Asgard to quench his need but never had they admired him the way this girl was doing. It stirred something in Loki, a challenge.  

You stammered, attempting to find a way to plead your case before realising it was futile. You wouldn’t be able to find any way to explain this, not with your tongue being tied and your fears rising. So, instead of speaking, you snapped away from his dreams and sat upright in bed. 

Brushing a hand through your hair, you took a deep breath before retreating into your bathroom. Since it was the early hours of the morning, you’d abuse the silence of the tower and roam how you wanted. 

As you left the room, you were unaware of the emerald green eyes following you from the doorway of the room opposite your own.  

You seemed to run into Loki a lot more after accidentally stumbling into his dreams a month ago. Whenever you’d step into the library, your eyes would be drawn to the floor-length windows where Loki was lying on the sofa with a book in hand, lazily turning pages. He gave you no mind, he didn’t even acknowledge you were there yet you still felt his eyes on you constantly. 

He was in the gym when you were trying to get some training done. Dressed in just a simple tunic and pants, going up against Steve, he looked the epitome of the female gaze. His hair was pulled back in a bun and his tunic was slightly wet with sweat. You huffed, trying your best not to get distracted by the alluring God fighting against the supersoldier but damn you couldn’t help getting a few glances at that ass. Definitely Asgard’s ass, you thought to yourself with an amused grin.  

“Y/N!” Steve called from the ring, running over to the edge as you turned to stare at him, your eyes wandering over his shoulder to meet Loki’s heated gaze and your body warmed, alight with need and interest but physically unable to say anything. 

“Yeah Steve?” you spoke up quickly, your eyes quickly shifting to meet Steve’s again. 

“Spar with Loki, I need a break,” the soldier spoke. He said it so casually, as if he wasn’t condemning you to at least fifteen minutes of torture in the ring with the object of your desires. Then again, Steve seemed to be oblivious to all the sexual tension happening within the Avengers. He didn’t even know about Wanda and Vision until he saw them kissing in the breakfast room! 

You sighed and nodded, getting into the ring and facing Loki. The God’s lips quirked up into a half-smirk as he took you in, his eyes hungrily roving over your body. The tank top you wore barely hid the sports bra below it, your leggings clinging to your legs sparking an interest deep in his abdomen. You drove him mad. You hadn’t visited his dreams since that night but damn, you haunted them still! 

“Are you ready, darling?” Loki purred, his voice sinking deep into your bones as he flexed his muscles, grinning to himself when he watched your eyes wander down his form, “you’re staring, Y/N.” 

Your body jerked up straight, freezing with nerves as you were caught in the act before you shook your head and got into position. 

Sparring with Loki brought out that inner calm that you didn’t know you had. Your mind was always whirring with ‘what if’ scenarios, pulling you under the waves if you allowed yourself to think about it for too long. Inside the ring, mirroring Loki’s movements, keeping eye contact and ignoring the hammering of your heart, you felt more like yourself than you had for years.  

When Loki grabbed you and pushed you to the floor, arousal streaked through your body as you were held firmly beneath him, his emerald eyes searing into your own, your heart racing and your mind racing a mile a minute trying to find a way that this can be explained platonically. He was just fighting you, he didn’t want a real reaction, totally not!  

Loki, for the most part, kept his attraction to you a secret but as you became a true competitor for him in the ring, he licked his lips at the challenge and eagerly fought back. When he pinned you to the mat, he saw the spark of arousal in your eyes and his grin morphed into a smirk. “TKO, darling,” he whispered seductively, watching your eyes flutter before you seemed to come back to yourself, bring yourself to your feet and scurry away. 

From behind him, Loki heard a groan and he chuckled to himself. “Is there a problem, Agent Romanoff?” he asked with a pleased hint to his voice, rolling his head and groaning at the satisfying cracks that could be heard. 

“Whatever you’re doing to her, Loki, I suggest you stop,” Romanoff warned, her eyes aflame as she stared at the God of Mischief, “she’s a good asset.” 

Innocently, Loki flashed a smirk at Romanoff before striding out of the training room, his bag and towel following after him surrounded by a green glow. 

~~ 

After  that, no matter where you were; somehow Loki was too! 

Even if you’d checked that he was in his room before heading out anywhere, he just appeared and soured your day. Well – not really, but you acted like it did. In the library, the gym, the kitchens or even out in the city as you got very stir crazy. 

Now, you're back in your quarters and you get your first real chance to relax for a moment with Loki constantly following you around. After a rough day, your mind is going a mile a minute as you go through all the different ways he's interacted with you lately. Sure, he could just be friendly and interested in getting to know someone new, but the way he looked at you... the way his eyes locked onto yours... was there something more? You refused to believe it. Loki, the God of Mischief, could never be attracted to you. 

Now that you had a moment to think, your stomach growled and you sighed at the realisation that you'd need to step out of your room yet again to get food. You could order but the temptation to get pizza or McDonald's would be too strong. Clicking the lock of your door, you stepped out into the dark hallway and made haste to the kitchens three floors below. Only when the elevator doors dinged open, you were greeted with the heated green gaze of the one God you did not want to see right now. 

"Loki," you whispered in shock before calming your racing heart and stepping into the elevator, pressing the 16th floor button, "how convenient that you are here." 

He flashes that grin at you that always seems to make your heart skip a beat. Loki casually leans against the opposite wall of the elevator and gazes at you with those enchanting emerald eyes. "Hardly, I just needed food. I suspect you did too?" he asks with that slight smirk.  

"That's a very nice outfit you're wearing, darling," he adds. His smile shifts slightly at your blush, that blush that is totally just a natural response and not from him teasing you at all. 

You stammered as the elevator descended. Those three floors feeling as if they take an eternity to get past in order to get to the common area. It wasn't really a nice outfit you were wearing, in all honesty. Just simple green joggers and a black shirt. Something you'd simply thrown on to venture downstairs. You weren't aware that you were wearing Loki's favourite colours, didn't know that you were blatantly displaying your affections for him through your clothing.  

"Thank you," you murmured so you didn't seem rude, hugging your arms before you gazed up at him and the red that tinted your cheeks deepened when you saw that Loki had not once looked away from you, even if you'd turned your head to the ground. 

He stares at you, trying to hide a grin at your evident embarrassment. He likes seeing you blush, and your shy nature certainly makes it easy to do so. Loki decides that he will have a little fun with this. "Tell me, darling," he asks. "Do you happen to like the colour green?" he asks, keeping that smile on his face, just waiting to see your reaction. 

Oblivious to the double meaning to his words, you eagerly nodded and grabbed at your joggers, proudly displaying them to the God of Mischief.  

"Yeah," you gushed, a goofy grin on your lips that pulled at Loki's heart, your eyes full of innocent pride, "always has been a favourite, always will be." 

He raises an eyebrow at you, his smile growing slightly with that innocent pride you have for what you're wearing. Loki decides to play along with your innocence and go to the next step. 

 "Why, darling," he says, his voice full of mock surprise. "You're not trying to signal that you like me, are you?" 

Heat once again rushed to your cheeks at the suggestion. Why would he ask that? Where had that ever been a signal that you liked him? Unless... no- it couldn't be. You remembered a conversation from months ago, Thor had suggested that women who wore red would always be seen as representing him in a way with their colour. Did Loki hold that belief too? 

Loki watches the way you react with great interest, and is amused by that adorable blush of yours. 

"Oh, darling," he replies. "I simply love a woman who knows how to show off their affection for a man. It's the ultimate form of respect." 

His expression shifts slightly, and he takes a small step closer to you. "What, does this little outfit you're wearing mean that you think of me so much that you don't mind the chance that others might see as you trying to court me?" he asks in a playful tone. 

"I- I- I didn't mean to-" you stammered; your cheeks flushed bright red by now yet again - though you supposed they'd never stopped being so since entering the elevator-. Your pride for your outfit faded, replaced by nervousness and a little bit of arousal for the God before you. His gaze seared into your soul, laid you bare before him, helpless to even process the fact that the elevator had long since stopped, the emergency stop button being pressed by Loki minutes ago. 

"You didn't mean to?" the God asks, feigning innocence despite knowing exactly the effect he's having on you. He takes another small step closer, still keeping that charming grin on his face as he looks at you with those enchanting eyes.  

 His hand comes up to your throat, and he leans in closer, whispering in your ear. "Maybe you should come back to my room, darling," he says in a soft voice, as if that suggestion is the most natural thing in the world. 

Your eyes widened in shock, your body trembling as if processed his request. He said it so naturally! How could he say that so casually?! So many questions raced through your mind as you stared up at him, your lip trembling as you struggled to find words to portray the whirlwind in your mind. Suddenly you realised you were trapped in this elevator with Loki for who knows how long, and you were ultimately playing a game of cat and mouse with the God of Mischief.  

"I don't- I can't- we- we're partners, Loki, what will the others think?" you whispered, trying to hard to shy away from the handsome God before you. 

He grins at you, amused at the sudden confusion you're feeling. He leans in even closer, his warm breath on your ear as he slowly leaned in closer to you. "Who cares what the others think?" he whispers. "They don't matter. Only we matter here. Don't you want me, darling?" he asks, his voice husky and full of the most hypnotic desire.  

 Loki's breath catches in his throat as he looks at you, lost in your beauty. "Give in... we have both waited too long, have we not?" he whispers. 

Biting your lip, you tried one last time to shy away from his affections but your movement was prevented by a large hand encompassing your throat and pulling you closer to him and soft lips were pressed to your own. Shock rippled through your body as you took in this sudden action before your mind became quiet and you melted into the kiss. 

He holds you close, a passionate grip with one of his arms wrapped around you so that you can feel the warmth of his body and his muscles as your lips mingle with his. 

As he pulls back from the kiss, Loki is visibly panting. "I can feel your heartbeat, darling," he whispers. "You like my presence all the more." You can't deny it. Loki seems to make your heart jump even more now. 

"I have wanted..." you hesitated, shame filling your body at the realisation that Loki had at least been interested in you for a while and you'd be avoiding him. "Since you came here, I have been intrigued by you then... one day... it was feelings and then... I tried to hide it," you whispered with a soft laugh, shaking your head and avoiding his gaze. 

Loki wraps you in a warm embrace, running his hands over your hair. "Darling, you're so adorable. Why ever would you try and hide this from me?" he asks, looking directly into your eyes. "Let me show you just how interested I am in you." 

 Loki's eyes shift to something you hadn't expected: hunger. His eyes were always beautiful, but now they were filled with raw desire. And it was focused entirely on you. 

Food forgotten, you pressed the button for your floor and wrapped your arms around Loki's neck, awaiting the arrival of your floor four floors above you. 

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The Most Beautiful Flower

Jotun!King!Loki x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: Some side effects of the pregnancy with the twins unlocked several body insecurities, causing your husband to think of a plan to cheer you up and convince you of your beauty.

Warnings: body insecurities, pregnancy stuff, suggestive smut, tooth rotting fluff, Loki being an absolute sweetheart and most loving, caring, supporting hubby ever, protective Loki, nudity

Word Count: 3,6k

a/n: This oneshot is based on a request @eleniblue had. 😊 Thank you for this, my friend! I hope you're going to like it! 😊

Ps. Chapter Two of 'Through the Years' will be posted on Thursday! 😁

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You stood in front of the wide full-length mirror of yours and Loki's bedroom; looking at yourself. You had just taken a bath with the help of two maidens, but preferred to get fully dressed alone.

Yes... Being now nine months pregnant with Jotun twins was everything but easy. Your feet often hurt and were swollen. Your back ached from all the weight it had to carry. You also were so much more sensitive now. Especially to touch, of course - which could be great, but also annoying.

The worst of all, though, was that you were freezing even more! You didn't know that it was possible, but... Oh, it was. Only logical with two Frost Giant babies growing within you... There were nights when even Loki's body warmth wasn't enough to keep you from freezing. Several furs and blankets were needed, until you were practically wrapped up in a cocoon. And that was only the 'beginning'... The healers told you that it was quite possible for more 'side effects' to occur - and you still had about four months to go...

You looked with critical eyes over your body; seeing several stretch marks, water retention in your legs, swollen feet and even some small freezer burn marks - especially on your belly. Not to mention that you gained a lot of weight throughout this pregnancy.

You sighed; body insecurities kicking in. This is far from beautiful, you thought. This isn't how a queen should look like... You ran your hands down the bare skin of your lower back and over your big bump, which were your twins. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes; your mind planting even more dark thoughts within your brain. What if Loki won't find me attractive anymore? What if he thinks I'm ugly? The maelstrom of negativity pulled you deeper and deeper with no chances of escape. What if he won't bed me any-

Your train of thoughts got harshly interrupted by a pair of pleasantly warm hands, which landed on your hips and glided forwards to cup your growing bump. You gasped. Touch sensitivity.

"What's that frown on your face about, my love?" The deep, velvety timbre of your husband's voice urged to your ears. Combined with the kiss he bestowed upon your bare shoulder, caused goosebumps to form on your entire body.

You were about to answer, as one of your twins gave a nudge against Loki's palm, making the king chuckle. "Someone is enjoying the touch of their father," he stated; letting his one hand roam to feel for more movement of his offspring. "Seems like they are well and healthy. What did the healers say this morning, Flower?" You nodded and placed your hands on Loki's way bigger ones; enjoying the touch nevertheless. "They are, my love. Healthy and growing as they should." Loki inhaled the scent of your freshly washed hair and cleaned skin, before lowering his head to kiss your shoulder once again. "That is good to hear. I never had doubts, though. Not with such a strong, powerful woman being their mother." Your heart skipped of course a beat at his words - but the darkness lurked within your head still.

Loki lifted his lips from your skin with a soft pop, before he looked up to meet your eyes in the mirror. "Now, my queen... Tell me... What is that frown doing on the beautiful face of yours?"

You swallowed hard; tried desperately to suppress the upcoming tears. "Nothing, my king. I was just thinking." "Thinking? About what?" Your husband asked; pressing his tall frame against yours. You shook your head. You didn't want him to see how weak and vulnerable you were in this moment. You didn't want his pity. You should be strong... Be his warrior goddess. But you weren't.

"Nothing important, Loki," you lied and turned around in his embrace to give him a fake smile.

Your husband looked intensely at you for a moment; frowning. He sensed that something was off. He knew. He wasn't blind, neither stupid. But he also didn't want to pressure you into talking to him - so he played it off.

"Alright, my love."

Over the next days, the Jotun king made sure to always have an eye on you. Sure, he was already watching you like a hawk; barely leaving you alone. After all, you were carrying his children. His primal instinct left him no other choice than to look after his pregnant wife. And honestly? He wouldn't want it any other way. He must protect what was his.

Now, though, he watched you even closer; trying to figure out what exactly was bothering you - and he soon got his answer...

Some days, you were awake before him. Nothing unusual, but now that you were pregnant, it happened more often. Just like that day.

You were standing in front of the mirror - once more looking at your unattractive self. Usually, you did that when Loki was away and couldn't notice, but this time... You thought he was asleep, but unbeknownst to you, he wasn't...

Loki shifted inside the bed; arm reaching out to feel for you, but your side of the bed was cold and empty. She's already awake and up, the king thought. He was about to settle down again and continue to sleep, when he suddenly heard a heartbreaking sigh. Frowning, he turned on his back and blinked his eyes open. His bare abs clenched as he sat up; ruby eyes searching for the origin of said sigh. Then he saw you. Standing in front of the mirror; only dressed in undergarments. Your gaze was focused on a deep stretch mark on the side of your left hip. The moment Loki saw a tear running down the side of your face, he knew. It fell like scales from his eyes. It all made sense now. Your strange behaviour. Why you avoided his touch more often and hid your body from him; avoiding him seeing you naked.

The changes your body went through during pregnancy was bothering you. You were insecure.

His heart ached upon watching this; knowing exactly what you must be thinking. He wanted to jump up from the bed, run over to you and scream at you how utterly beautiful you were to him, but he knew he couldn't. You were clearly trying to hide this from him. If he would confront you now, you'd feel caught and probably even embarrassed. So, heavy-heartedly, Loki quietly laid back down; pretending to be asleep. But his mind was working; searching for a way to make those dreadful insecurities go away - and it didn't take him long to figure out a plan...

"My king, where are you taking me? I know you said it is a surprise - and I really don't wish to ruin this, but... My feet are hurting. I'm afraid I won't be able to walk much longer..." Your hand was entwined with Loki's, as he led you - carefully and slowly, blindfolded to somewhere only he knew.

He said he wanted to take you out a bit, but make it a surprise and not tell you where. Just the two of you. No guards. No interruptions. You agreed, of course; trusting him with your life.

"I know, my darling Flower. Apologies. We'll arrive soon," he said; squeezing your hand in a reassuring manner. Sure, you had a carriage for about half the way, but the rest had to be reached on foot. "Is everything else alright? Beside the aching feet?" Loki stopped for a moment, to check on your well-being. You nodded; smiling softly. "We're good, love." "Good." Loki pressed his lips against your forehead; kissing you softly.

"Let us walk on. We have almost reached our destination."

You couldn't deny, that you were quite curious about Loki's plans - and you really thought about it a lot. But you hadn't anticipated what was awaiting you, once the king announced that you had arrived...

"Are you ready, Y/N?" You nodded excitedly; free hand roaming your baby bump. "Yes!" "Alright." You felt how Loki let go of your hand and took a step closer to you; the ground rustling beneath his feet. "Brace yourself, Flower." He was audibly smiling, while he gently untied the blindfold on the back of your head. Once he did that, he stepped aside. "Open your eyes, my queen." You did, of course, causing a gasp immediately to leave your lips.

You were in the forest. But not on Jotunheim... This was Asgard. A big picnic blanket was spread out on the ground, with a lot of things to eat splayed out on top of it. Asgardian food. Your gaze travelled further. Behind the blanket, there was- "No way, Loki..." Your eyes widened. "You... You took me to-" Loki appeared in your field of view; smiling. "To our lake, yes." You felt how your eyes started to water immediately.

The little lake in the forests beside the Asgardian training camp. The lake where you and the king met; spend a lot of time in and falling helplessly in love with each other in the end. This small lake was a big and important part of yours and Loki's life. And now he had taken you there. It had been quite a few years since you lastly saw the lake. Too much was going on in both yours and Loki's life. Until now...

"Oh, my love this... This is amazing." You cried - happy tears. "It's so great to be here again. So many memories are connected to this place..." Loki nodded; wrapping you up in the tightest hug possible. "Indeed. I love being back here as well." "How do I deserve this? For you to take me here?" The king just shrugged his shoulders with a smile. "Does a man in love needs a reason to take out the woman he loves?"

Of course, Loki had his reason - but he didn't want to confront you with it just now.

"I-I suppose not," you answered; softly blushing at his charming words. "See? Now let's dig into the food, shall we? I'm starving."

After the delicious food the royal Asgardian kitchen of the palace had prepared for you was eaten, Loki had thought of a way to approach the body insecurities you had developed.

"Darling," Loki started; getting your attention. "It's a beautiful warm day today... Would you like to go for a swim?" The king noticed how your demeanour shifted immediately. You felt visibly uncomfortable; eyes widening. "A-A swim?" "Yes," Loki said with a smile; already starting to get rid of his armour and loincloth. Your eyes widened even more - if that was possible as you watched him getting naked. "Skinny dipping?" You squeaked up; almost shocked. "Sure, my love. It is how we met, isn't it?" He smiled smugly; giving you a smouldering look. "So... Are you joining me?" Your husband was about to get rid of the loincloth, covering his most private parts, when you stopped him. "L-Loki, stop, please, I-" He halted immediately in his movements; beautiful ruby eyes meeting your Y/E/C ones.

"What is it, Flower?" "I-I-" You stammered out; not knowing what to say. "Nothing, I just..." Loki's eyebrows slanted; a soft expression taking over his face. "My queen... I know there's something wrong. I already knew it for days - weeks, even... I noticed. I'm not blind, darling. I just didn't pressure you into talking to me; hoping you'd probably come to me on your own, but..." He reached for your hand; gently taking it in his bigger one. "Please... Don't shut me out. Talk to me."

You sighed; bottom lip trembling dangerously. That was exactly what you wanted to prevent from happening - but well, you weren't able to. He had seen it. Now it was already too late anyway. Hiding was impossible.

"Please..." Loki whispered and lifted your chin gently with his thumb and forefinger. The touch causing a gasp to leave your lips; feeling the touch sensitivity once more.

"I-I'm afraid that... That you don't find me attractive anymore." With those words leaving your lips, Loki had been proven right. This was about your body insecurities.

"What? But why, my love? Why would I ever find you unattractive?" You blinked; trying again to suppress the tears. "Be-Because I've gained weight since I'm pregnant... I'm far from the beautiful and strong woman you married. I have stretch marks. I have swollen feet. There a water retention in my legs and even freezer-" Loki couldn't listen to this any longer. How you talked so ill of yourself. So, he intervened.

"Y/N, no. Let me me stop you right here," your husband said in a serious voice; his heart aching and bleeding. "Please don't talk like that about yourself. Please." "But-" He shook his head, interrupting you straight again. "No, my queen, you are listening to me now." Loki took both your hands in his now; making you look at him. "Your body is changing, yes - but... Flower... You are pregnant. It's normal for your body to change. It's natural." He stated softly; squeezing your hands. "And by the holy roots of Yggdrasil, please... Please don't think that I find you less attractive because of that. Norns, no! Quite the opposite... I find myself being more attracted towards you than ever before."

You blinked; unable to process his words. Could this be true? "W-What? You... What? H-How? I-I mean..."

"How?" Loki couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Darling, you are practically glowing! Your skin is so soft and sensitive. Every touch feels like an igniting spark. I love that you gained weight, because..." He started; hungry eyes wandering over your whole body. "Everything got bigger - and I mean that in the sexiest way possible." He winked - and you blushed. "Your bum got bigger - don't think I haven't noticed that, because I have." Another wink. "Your baby bump, of course. My two favourite ladies..." His eyes settled on your chest for a moment. "And those thighs... Look at them." Loki ran his palms up the sides of your legs, up to your hips. "Delicious. How could I not want you?"

You just stared at him, at a loss of words; listening to everything he said.

The king's ruby eyes were trained on your swollen stomach once more, "I don't care about stretch marks or freezer burn marks or water retention." hands following suit. "All I care about is yours and our children's well-being. Your body is performing a miracle, darling. You are growing our twins. Carrying and nurturing them. This is more than I could've ever asked for."

You weren't able to hold back your tears any longer. His words touched you deeply; were like balm for your wounded soul. "R-Really?" You stammered out; eyes searching his. Loki smiled; was towering above you by now. "Really. Every word I just spoke is true. You are truly the most beautiful woman in all the nine realms. My beautiful, unique, special flower."

You softly smiled at him through the tears; still a bit insecure, but not as much as you were before. Cupping your husband's cheeks, you pulled him down for a kiss - which he gladly returned; and you didn't let go of him. You kept your lips locked to his; needing all his love and attention. You literally took the king's breath away and at some point he desperately needed to breathe, so he let one hand wander to your side; fingertips gently starting to tickle you.

Due to the pregnancy you were more ticklish than before. Therefore caused your husband's small tickling attack your immediate retreat from his sinful lips to let out a hearty giggle.

"Loki, s-stop, I-" He just smirked; mischief sparkling in his ruby eyes. He started to tickle you even more, using his other hand too - until you were not just giggling, but laughing. "Lokiiii! P-Please, I-" "Only if you promise to not hide your beauty from me anymore and take a swim with me." "O-Ho-Hokay, I- I promise!" Loki stopped then; turning his tickling into caressing. "There you go, my love." He smiled lovingly down at you and bestowed another kiss upon your lips. "Now come." The king got rid of the last item of clothing which prevented him from being nude, then walked straight into the lake - giving you a delicious view of his glorious, peachy butt, firm, strong thighs and muscular back. You swallowed hard; trying desperately to not get impure thoughts right now.

He dipped underneath the water; getting his whole body wet, before he re-emerged; shaking the water out of his luscious raven curls. You bit your lip at the sight; thighs clenching together instantly. "Are you going to join me now, my queen? I promise, here is nobody but us. We are alone." You nodded; taking a deep breath and started to undress. Loki watched your every move; his eyes not leaving your body once again. You couldn't help but to blush under his stunning, deep ruby eyes.

Slowly, you moved to get up from the picnic blanket - which was a tricky task by now. "Shall I help you, Flower?" Loki asked; was ready to jump to your side immediately. "No, no, it's okay. I got it, my love." You reassured him and in the end made it to stand up.

Loki was watching you as you took careful steps towards the shore of the lake; a smile upon his lips. Being the gentleman he was, he helped you inside the water, of course.

"You look like a goddess, my love. Truly beautiful." "T-Thank you." You took his hand; letting him guide you into the lake. Loki's other hand was immediately on your hip to support you; helping you swim over to the familiar stones, on which you could lean onto. You placed your arms on the edge; supporting yourself. Loki swam up behind you; embracing you and resting his head in the crook of your neck.

"This is wonderful, Loki. Thank you for taking me here. I didn't realise how much I missed this place - until now." You felt him nodding. "Me too, Y/N. It's great to relive old memories here." "Mhm... Definitely. When I think back to when we met..." You started; giggling. "You were such a handsome, arrogant asshole - it drove me crazy how perfect, yet annoying you were." The king chuckled. "Well, I guess you are right. I was. I just didn't know how to get along with those sudden, strange feelings I harboured for you." "Understandable." Another chuckle. "I never thought I'd get you back after all that happened, but... Look at us now... We are married, the king and queen of Jotunheim and expecting offspring." "Crazy, isn't it?" Loki pulled you a little closer; planting several kisses on the wet skin of your neck. "Mhhh... Crazy but real."

Pleasant silence spread between the two of you. You were both just enjoying the warmth of the sun, the soft breeze rustling the trees and the sound of the nature around you; bathing in each other's proximity - until Loki broke the silence again...

He inhaled a deep breath; burying his nose in your hair. "You know what I'd love to do now, Flower?" You shook your head; completely unaware of the not so innocent thoughts ghosting through your husband's mind. "No, my king. Enlighten me, please?" Loki smirked - unbeknownst to you and lowered his head, only to press his soft lips against the shell of your ear. "I'd love to ravish you right here on that very stone, like I almost did on that very day a few years ago. Finish what I- we started. Can you remember, darling?" He whispered, causing a shiver to run down your spine; eyes widening.

Oh and how you remembered that day! After all, he had almost taken your innocence...

"O-Of course I remember." Your husband chuckled darkly, "Would you like that, my precious Flower? Making love for real this time? Without being afraid of getting caught while doing such a forbidden thing?" and pressed his hips up against your bottom; eliciting a soft moan from your lips. You felt how your brain fogged up; arousal flooding your veins. You turned around in his embrace; Y/E/C eyes literally dripping with want. "I-I would love to, m-my king."

You were about to dip your hand past the water surface and reach for the throbbing desire between his legs, when he suddenly reached for your hand; stopping you. You looked up, meeting his gaze. There was undeniable arousal in his rubies as well, but love and care overweight the lust - as if he had realised something. A switch in his head turned.

He shook his head; averting his eyes. "Apologies, my love, but I think we rather shouldn't do that."

You frowned at his words; your built up self-confidence almost crashing down again. Wasn't he the one who insisted this? Wasn't he the one who-

"I don't want to hurt you, you know - or Norns forbid, our children. You are nine months pregnant, Y/N. Making love on a stone beside a lake isn't perhaps the best option. Especially not for your back. You need to be comfortable - and a stone is the exact opposite."

You blinked. Oh...

Blushing, you nodded. "Perhaps, yes, my king." Loki smiled; pressing a sweet kiss on your lips. "Let's get you back home in our chambers and I promise you that I am going to show you tonight how attractive I think you are, sweet Flower. My queen needs to be thoroughly worshipped, like she deserves - and I hate that I wasn't able to do this in a long time, but tonight, I'm going to make up for it, darling, I swear by the holy roots of Yggdrasil."

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It’s been a hot day here in the southern hemisphere of Midgard, so humid and sticky (and not the good kind). Could you tempt Jotunn Loki to cool things down (and maybe heat things up in a good way)?? 🥵😍

I hope its still hot today 🔥 I'm in a very wanky wankst mood this week I'm sorry.

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Jotun Loki x Reader Smutty - w/c 300

"Please let me suck it..." you whined, as Loki spread his thighs wider. You ran your palms up the naked blue muscles, every bulge in his jotunn enhanced femurs straining shades of cerulean as you shuffled closer. Hoping.

"Absolutely not." he gasped, his grip tightening around the gargantuan shaft. One hand stroked in devastating precision, the other grasped around a shimmering cube as he threw his head back, dark curls spread over tensed shoulders.

"You would be sealed to me in seconds-" he choked, making you whimper. You trailed your nose up his inner thigh, the biting chill making it tingle. "Is..is what you w-wish? To be inescapably, p-painfully, irrevocably...gods..fastened to my c-cock-"

You nodded coyly against his skin, fighting the chill. You knew he was right but fuck, right now you'd risk it.

"Maybe another...uhhh f-fuck..time... " he chuckled with difficulty, wide sapphire hips tilting upwards with every thrust as you hovered by the shuddering tip.

Loki's huge fist was merciless, his brow furrowing in desperate pleasure as you parted your lips. "Let's cool you dow- down, shall we?" he grunted through shortening breaths, low moans rumbling in his core as he edged himself across the final precipice.

Your tongue meekly lapped the tip of his cobalt shaft, feeling the saliva harden instantly against the frozen skin. You pulled it away with a wince. Loki released an animalistic groan at the sight, shuddering forwards with a clenched cry of your name.

The cool seed spattered your cheeks, flooding your tongue with force. You stilled, letting it drip from the corners of your mouth down your chin to your chest. There was always so much. Like soft sorbet on summer's hottest day. And he was always so obliging, such a benevolent god to his fragile mortal and her petty needs.

Your fingers traced the streams of his cum, rubbing swathes of the chilled liquid into your breasts with a moan of satisfaction. The relief would last for hours. Loki gaped, his stare smouldering through half lidded eyes.

"I will never tire of cooling you down, pet." he panted slowly, skin blossoming back to its paler form as he released his grip from the casket.

"Good thing you always make me so hot then..." you purred, rising and crawling into your god's wide lap. Loki groaned again.

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Last Updated: 2023-12-31

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Jotun!Loki stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

❆ Ice Flower by holdmytesseract • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Jötunheim, home of the Frost Giants; where King Loki Laufeyson and his Queen Y/N Odinsdottir sit upon the throne and rule over the snowy realm. Together with their twin sons Áki and Váli, they live inside the royal palace."

❆ Snowflake￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by christinebloodwrittings • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "Thor has to pay a visit to his bff the prince of Jötunheim, Jane tags along and… drags you with her…, little did you know who you were going to meet."

❆ Cold Hands by sinner-as-saint • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "...you've always hated the cocky, excessively flirty future King of Jotunheim. So when he shows up, as always, for one of Thor's parties on Asgard, the last thing you expected to do was hooking up with the arrogant Prince. "

❆ Fashion Changes by christinebloodwrittings • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki and you have been fighting the cold together for a while, but sometimes the outside whispers can get caught up in his head."

❆ Frosty Fancy by ladyfluff • 〔F〕

Summary: "Loki wasn’t sure what it was about her that made him want to spend more and more time in Asgard but he wanted to find out."

❆ Little Star￨Prt. II by dyns33 • 18+ • 〔F〕 •

Summary: {…}

❆ Lucky by fanficshiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "…"

❆ Now and Forever by christinebloodwrittings • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "After giving birth you're just not the same anymore, specially after Jötun twins. So you offer Loki a night without compromise."

❆ Prince and the Servant, the by dyns33 • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: Loki Laufeyson, Prince of Jötunheim, after acquiring human servants from Midgard, falls in love with you, a Midgardian women. However, a prophecy…

❆ Worthy by christinebloodwrittings • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "Being in love [isn't] easy, [especially] when your beloved lives and [rules] a frozen rock on another realm."

❆ After the After Party by starks-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Pride and Joy by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

❆ Protective by starks-hero • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Shivers by clandestineloki • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Size Queen by bakugousaysdie • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Sweet Little Thing by starks-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Dating Jötun!Loki... by starks-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Dating Frost Giant Loki... by witchthewriter • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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.⋆｡Lost Souls Part 2｡⋆.

The Lost Princess Chapter 8

Jotun!Loki x plus size reader

With the discovery of who Loki really is, Y/N returns to the avengers determined to forget him, but things are never that simple

Warnings: arranged marriage, angst, enhanced!reader, swearing, age gap, angst, depression, sickness, fluff, smut (finally), loss of virginity, minimal foreplay, some confessions, unprotected sex, bit of praise kink

WC: 3k

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Snow whipped around her violently, slicing into her skin like tiny knives. Huge columns of ice surrounded her, caging her in a frozen maze which she could never hope to escape alone.

Fear clawed up her belly as Y/N snapped her head around, eyes wide, desperately searching for a way out. “This isn't the palace!” She screamed into oblivion but, of course, received no answer back. 

There was a light in the distance, just barely shining through the haze of the storm, tempting her towards the unknown. An ache deep in her chest pulled her forwards, guiding her through the frozen forest until she reached a humble cabin tucked between to particularly large columns. It was quite obviously not built with a Frost Giant in mind given its small size. It rather looked like it was made for a human.

A dying candle in the window was the only light emanating from the otherwise dark house. The storm was beginning to grow worse so Y/N picked up her pace until she found herself at the doorstep.

She had only a moment of hesitation before she placed her hand upon the doorknob and let the heavy wood swing outwards, tempting her inside. The wind screamed as she stepped into the cabin, adding to the dread that was slowly building inside her.

The door slammed shut behind her, making Y/N jump. “Jesus Christ.” She muttered to herself, eager to hear something besides the frantic beating of her heart. The candle flickered, the wick almost completely gone now.

There came a groan from the darkness, it was weak and sickly like the sound a dying animal would make in its last moments. A shuddering breath escaped her lungs as Y/N tried to pinpoint where the sound had come from.

She would kill Heimdall if he sent her to the den of some monster. Holding out her trembling hand, she focused as best she could on her palm, allowing for a small flame to grow just above the middle of her hand. 

Slowly, more of the cabin became illuminated revealing a large fireplace with a small kitchenette beside it, a shelf stuffed with books and a single bed pushed into the far corner. A mass of blankets sat on top of the mattress, moving slightly as another groan echoed through the room.

Now less frightened, Y/N quietly inched to the bed. The pile shifted again, revealing  the top of their head. Raven hair fanned out over the pillow beneath them. Y/N held her breath as she gently pulled back the covers with her free hand.

“Oh Loki.” This was the boy she loved so long ago, all grown up. 

He was so infallibly human, pale skin free from any of the dark markings she had remembered. A long nose and high cheekbones made him even more regal, if it wasn't for the gauntness of his cheeks and the almost bruise-like dark circles beneath his eyes. 

She let herself touch his forehead but quickly pulled away when she felt the extreme chill that his skin held. This was far colder than she had ever seen from him before. He could barely move as he unconsciously leaned into her warmth.

“Shit. We have to get you warmed up.” Quickly, Y/N tucked the blankets around him again before she scurried over to the fireplace, praying that there was any sort of firewood around. 

Loki groaned as she moved away. “I know, just a minute.” She gave a small shout of triumph as she found a few logs in the kitchen cabinet. Throwing them into the hearth with very little grace and fell to her knees. Wrapping a hand around one of the pieces of wood in the centre of the pile, she took a deep breath.

Heat raced through her veins and far easier than ever before, fire bloomed from her skin, setting the wood alight. She sighed in relief as the cabin's air began to warm up but not nearly quick enough for her taste.

She looked back at her husband who's dark brows were now scrunched together as if he were in pain while he continued to shiver violently. Rising to her feet, Y/N stripped off her sweater and shorts, leaving her only in her underwear as she approached the bed once more.

Loki's body trembled with the cold as she pulled back the sheets, but stopped as soon as she slipped behind him, curling her soft body around him as best she could. One arm wound around his stomach, her palm coming to rest right above his heart as her other hand slid beneath the pillow and his head, almost cradling him.

He was so weak, barely a glimmer of the man she married remained as the fever ravaged him. It would have been easy to walk right back out of that door and let him die for the things that he did. But instead, her arms tightened around his body. 

She couldn't leave him, not when he refused to abandon her, not when his very presence soothed the rage sea of fire within her.

“Just rest now, I'll take care of you.” She placed a kiss on his temple then shut her eyes, her mind finally at peace.

“Good morning sleepyhead.” Her voice called out to him through a fog. Loki smiled and pried his eyes open to see his wife standing before a roaring fire, an open book in her hands. She only wore a shirt of his and nothing else, leaving very little to the imagination which he was incredibly grateful for.

“The gods must have smiled upon me to grant me such a dream.” He murmured, happily settling back into the bed to watch what he believed to be his last moments. “I have missed you so, little star. I do hope that you are safe and that you are happy without me.”

The book snapped shut and he raised an eyebrow at her, making her put the book back upon the shelf so he could have her undivided attention. “This isn't a dream.” She stated firmly but Loki just laughed weakly under his breath.

“This must be a dream because I know you would never come back, not after I've done so much evil.” Her steps were light as she walked back to him. He opened his arms to her, willing this apparition to grant him one last shred of comfort.

But she did not obey, instead she took his hand and laid it upon her breast, letting him feel the heat of her skin and the beating of her heart. “I am real. I am here. And you have been a complete bastard but you are my husband and it is my duty to be beside you and keep you from making any more stupid decisions.”

She released her hold on his wrist but Loki's touch remained firmly planted on her as if to convince himself that this was, in fact, real. “I am not dead?”

“Not as far as I can tell.” She replied.

“And you are here with me?”

“Took the Bifrost myself.” Y/N traced the line of his jaw carefully as if her touch could break him. “You've been so sick, burning a fever that I almost couldn't stop. I've been here for days and this is the first time you've been coherent enough to realise that you weren't alone anymore.”

The crackle of the fire masked the sound of yet another storm outside, providing the lost prince with a comfort he had not felt since she was last in his arms. "Thank you.” He whispered, though it was not just for her healing hand. Loki nuzzled into her touch as his own still felt the strong beat of her heart.

He stopped for a moment then spoke once more. “Why did you come back, really?”

Loki watched with bated breath as Y/N sighed deeply, seemingly lost in her own thoughts as she struggled to answer him. Unable to help himself, his hands wandered down to her wide hips and cupped them softly. “I remember you- this you.” Her fingertips brushed along his cheekbone, his now green eyes gazing up at her with reverence.

“I remember that first summer when I met you. You were so small then, but of course so was I. You were always so kind to me, telling me stories of heroes and gods. Then you would leave, for weeks, sometimes months and I often wondered if I had just dreamed you up. Mom said you were real because I believed in you but not all mothers indulge their children.” She chuckled and her fingers moved to his hair, tangling themselves in the soft locks.

She let him pull her closer so that his chin could rest upon her sternum, having to bend slightly forward so that his head would not connect to her collarbone, even in his human form Loki still towered over her. Her brow crinkled. “But I forgot you. And yet, that feeling of home, of safety, of love still remained, even when I hated your guts and you kept me locked in that stupid fucking bedroom.” He groaned into her skin.

“I won't apologise for that.” He grumbled.

“I know.” She cooed. “It was all so confusing and terrifying, I couldn't recall what was real and what was because of my broken mind but you were there and in your own way, you helped me. Your rules, your temper, your teachings- all of it grounded me, let me realise that I could trust in something if I couldn't trust myself.”

“And what is that?” His words were a mere breath of air as Y/N took his hands into her own, her warmth and his chill blending together perfectly, and guided him to his feet. He obeyed easily, only stumbling for a moment as his body struggled to remain upright after being in bed for weeks.

“That I love you.” His eyes flicked over her face, almost searching for any sign of deceit but when he found none, his control shattered. 

Her lips were just as soft as he remembered, just as addictive, as he kissed her gently. He could feel the beginnings of her smile but it quickly dropped as his hands fell to her wide hips, pinning her to his front.

Y/N gasped into his mouth, allowing his tongue to snake between her lips. Her fingers curled into his shirt, pulling at the fine fabric, desperate to get him even closer. Molten heat pooled between her soft thighs as his hardness grew against her soft stomach.

“My princess, do you wish for this to go further?” She moaned at the sincerity of his tone, so different from Steve's. She could help but nod frantically.

“Yes master, I need you.” It was so easy to slip backwards, let him take all of the responsibility and control but Loki's grip tightened while he forced himself from her lips.

“No, not this time. It's just us, the way it should have been so long ago.” The tip of his nose brushed against hers gently in reverence. “Just you and me, nothing more.”

Her smile widened as her eyes sparkled with adoration. “Yes, I want to be with you Loki.” His expression melted.

“You are everything.” This time his kiss was far more desperate. His touch seemed to be everywhere, exploring every part of her that he could while refusing to part from her swollen lips.

Her arms wound around his neck as Loki's hands traced up the soft skin of her thighs, slipping beneath her shirt before coming to a stop right where her legs met her hips. 

He froze and then a growl rumbled through his chest. “You weren't fucking wearing anything under this?” He hissed, making her giggle softly.

“What, it's not like you keep a healthy stock of panties here and I spent three days nursing you back to health.”

“Fuck.” He groaned and before she could even yelp, he turned and threw her onto the bed, knocking most of the pillows off with the force of it. “You delectable temptress, you have enchanted me.”

His own shirt was quickly shed, revealing to her a lean but muscular torso decorated with faint silvery lines of scars and hairless save for a trail of it leading to a dark thatch of it right at the axis of his hips. 

At the sight, Y/N squeezed her thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction to ease her aching cunt. His black trousers were pulled tight with the weight of his cock which was getting harder by the second.

“Come here husband.” She held her arms open to him, mirroring the way he had done for her mere minutes before. 

Green eyes stared deeply into her own e/c ones as Loki slowly placed his hands on either side of her calves and began to crawl up the length of her body, forcing her legs apart in order to slip his body between them.

He caught one of her thighs against his knee and as his face finally levelled with hers, he pushed her leg forwards, leaving her bare and vulnerable to him. Only a thin layer of fabric kept them apart now. “Anything for you, wife.”

His breath fanned across her lips, his raven hair hanging down like a curtain that sealed them away from the rest of the realms. No more words were needed, everything that he wanted to tell her and she him was caught in the lustful gaze that neither wished to break.

Her leg tightened around his slim hip, pulling him impossibly closer. Their moans wove together like wisps of smoke as his still covered cock pressed against her pussy. 

Leaning his weight onto one hand, Loki's other slipped between them, all-too eager to finally have her. 

Y/N lifted her head to kiss him once more as slender fingers cupped her mound. “Loki.” Her hips bucked, trying to get him to move faster to the place she needed him most but he would not budge.

“Patience my star, I do not wish to hurt you.” But his voice wavered with his effort to stop himself from taking her right then. She whined pitifully, now growing desperate for some kind of relief.

“I don't care, I just want you.” His head dropped to the crook of her neck as he groaned. “Please, do not make me beg.” She could feel his control begin to wane even as he drew closer to her dripping entrance.

His teeth nipped at her skin in warning but of course she would not heed it. “I'm a god, you cannot hurt me.” She tried one last time.

Loki chuckled, his back shifting beneath her hands. “Well then, perhaps I shouldn't deprive my princess of what she so clearly wants any more.” She could barely bite back her whine as he pulled away from her.

The ties to his trousers loosened with barely a flick of his wrist, releasing himself from the now entirely too-tight confines of the fabric. He let out a sigh of relief then shucked the pants down his legs as best he could without adding anymore space between them.

His cock rested between her lips teasingly, the chill from him sending pleasured goosebumps across her body. Loki pressed the head against her entrance. “Are you sure?” He asked once more, his tone now entirely soft.

“I've never been more sure of anything.” 

The stretch was unlike anything she had felt before, carrying with it a sharp pinch of pain and a mind-numbing fullness that had her jaw dropping in a silent scream. He was carving out his place inside of her, marking her as eternally his.

“By the gods.” He snarled through clenched teeth. “You are tight.” The muscles in his back rippled as he tentatively pushed forwards, forcing another inch inside her already stuffed cunt. Her back arched into his chest in some desperate attempt to make more room for his monstrous cock.

“Big.” Was all she could gasp out through pressure in her stomach. Loki's hips stuttered and suddenly he was fully seated within her, his heavy balls tightly pressed to her ass as the base of his pelvis shone with the sheer amount of wetness that had been dripping from her.

He pressed his mouth to her lips in a messy kiss as he tried to regain some semblance of control. “That's it, that's my good girl. You took it all so well. I'm so proud of you.”

Her pussy rippled around him at the praise. “Princess.” He moaned and unable to stop himself any longer, Loki pulled out just a couple inches and then thrust back into her warmth quickly. 

It sent shockwaves of pleasure up her spine and pushed the pain to the back of her mind. Her heel dug into his back. “More.” She cried. “Please, more!”

Her whole body jolted up the mattress with his next thrust and she wailed into the air. “Whatever you wish, my star. I would do everything for you.” 

Tears rolled down her temples as he gripped her waist, keeping her body still for him to plunder. “You are more divine than the heavens, than any dream that my broken mind could conjure.”

He hit that special place inside her that forced the air from her lungs and made her vision spot with blackness as ecstasy curled around the base of his spine. “My pet.”

He thrust again. “My princess.”

Her nails sliced into his shoulders as her body wound tight. “My guiding star.” 

His hips lost their rhythm for a moment and Y/N was finally able to choke out- “My Loki.” 

Their ends collided together in a storm of epic proportions as they held each other close, unwilling to let go of their most precious possession. 

“I love you.” Loki managed to say between breaths. 

“I love you.” She responded immediately. He looked down at her, seemingly unable to find anything else to say until his eyes dropped to where her shirt had exposed her chest.

The silver of the necklace glinted brilliantly in the dying firelight, shining like a star. “You- you didn't take it off.”

Her gaze followed his own and then travelled back to his face. “Not even for a second.”

And as their lips met once more, Loki thought that if this was a dream, he wished to never awaken again.

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IN SHADES OF BLUE

PAIRINGS: Jotun! Loki Laufeyson & Female Reader

SUMMARY: Loki reveals to you the parts of himself he hates the most. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

WORD COUNT: 3,061

A/N: Another fic from my previous account! A little rough around the edges but still a fave of mine so I thought I’d give it a quick edit and repost. :)

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“What’s your favourite colour?” he asks, plain and simple —trivial almost— so much so that it makes you scrunch up your face; lips and nose contorting into an expression of disapproval that makes his eyes roll.

Under the silken sheets, your body ruined under his touch as his fingers trail patterns over the bareness of your hips and thighs, you don’t fully get why he’s asking. You’ve only just met; hours before, in the corner of the bar. He approached you and you reciprocated his interest and the rest was just boring old history, so why does he care what colours make you happy?

“I don’t know,” you say, even though you have an answer. Everybody does regardless of what they tell themselves because colours have meanings —representations, you decide, sitting there, watching as he pulls away and positions himself on his back. 

Despite your better judgment, when he moves you immediately crave his touch and the way his skin seems to cool your own, prompting you to follow him wordlessly, placing your chin on his chest. “How about you?”

“What about me?” He raises his brow and looks towards you, a small smile absentmindedly creeping across his lips.

“What’s your favourite colour?” 

Whatever yours is, he thinks, because truthfully he doesn’t care anymore. After everything he lost interest in caring for things that made him happy, because feelings like that don’t last and neither does beauty, so why would he stop to think and choose a favourite colour?

He doesn’t have time for that.

“I don’t think I have one.” It’s a poor excuse for an answer, both of you know it, which is why when you deeply sigh against his chest, the air from your lips fanning across his skin, he can’t help but swallow hard and look away, feeling almost guilty.

Which doesn’t make sense, because you’ve just met. Your opinion is nothing in the grand scheme of things, yet something in his chest pulls him to feel hurt by your response.  

“Everybody has one.” 

“I’m not sure that’s true.” 

“No?” 

He shakes his head and moves his hand to your hair, running his fingers through it. It’s softer than anything he’s ever felt, like silk. “You don’t, apparently.” 

You bite back a smirk, angling your face away from his, knowing that this is his way of calling your bluff.  “I mean, maybe I do,” you admit, feeling the pads of his fingers make work of your roots, their strength digging into your scalp so effortlessly that without even thinking you give in to the pressure and close your eyes.

“Tell me then.”

You hum in response and focus on the weight of his fingers and how languidly they move through the base of your head, pulling forth a sudden sense of lucidness that makes you grin. “I think I like blue.” 

“Blue,” he practically scoffs, because of course you like blue —everybody likes blue. It’s the colour of the sky and the ocean and all the other things so universally good that even just the thought of it makes him want to crawl out of this bed and wash the entirety of his body. 

Because while blue is known to be a colour of beauty, for Loki it’s merely just another layer of suffocation —a draping of fabric pulled taught against his increasingly brittle frame. Like all his other insecurities, he’s forced to be blue all hours of the day, forever beneath his usual coating of flesh. On the outside, he’s pale and soft to the touch —easily approachable. People like him when he’s not blue, they respect him and take notice of the way he is rather than what he looks like and it’s something he never takes for granted. 

Because deep within the pool of his mind, he often thinks about the difference between the blue he hides and the washed-out, creamy tone he portrays. How would people truly treat him if he were to get rid of the veil? Would they run for their lives as they did on Asgard? Would they hate him and fear him; talking behind his back in hushed tones, or would they direct their repulsion toward his face? 

As much as he hates to admit it, every day he wonders about this. When he’s staring into the mirror with his eyes shining red, he wonders if anyone could ever truly love him like this —with texturized cobalt that’s so cold and untouchable, just like the real him.

He doesn’t think that they could. 

“Do you not like blue?” 

Your voice shifts his thought process, pulling him out of the preverbal depths of his insecurities. Awkwardly he smiles and takes notice of the curiosity in your eyes, visually tracing the way your eyebrows furrow at his lack of response.

“Because everybody likes blue, at least to some degree,” you say after he fails to speak, turning your head so that your ear rests against the centre of his sternum, making it easier for you to hear his rapidly-paced heart. 

“Sure, I suppose.” He shrugs lightly, his shoulders lifting and falling at the same time his previously appointed smile becomes engulfed in the usual scowl he lets loose whenever he’s frustrated or uncomfortable. 

“But not you?” 

He shakes his head, prompting you to narrow your eyes even further, the visibility of your pupils becoming limited as you purse your lips and explore his tells. 

Because despite popular belief, Loki —God of Mischief and Lies— has many tells. Like everyone else, he’s vulnerable to the truth and all its revealing glory, leaving him anxious and overly critical of both his thoughts and movements as you continue to stare, taking in all the details.

Your eyes, much like his, scan everything with an air of caution, slowly moving across his nervous face, causing him to swallow hard and force himself to remain calm because as much as he denies it, moments like these often leave him feeling insecure. 

“Were you afraid of the Smurfs as a kid or something?” Revealing a smiling set of teeth that makes everything within him instantly halt, he’s quickly left with this coating of confusion, because it’s not common for people to make fun of him so flippantly. Or at all really, which is why when it happens he can’t help but laugh —but shake his head before giving in to the desire to lean over and kiss your forehead, trailing cold, chaste kisses across the expanse of your face. 

“No, I’m not afraid of cartoon characters,” he says, and with him you laugh and look up, noticing the back-and-forth look of absence in his eyes. There’s something empty about them as if their blackness isn’t black, but more so bleak —almost empty. Loki’s eyes are sad and lonely and as you look at them, narrowing your own, you can see the bright blue iris shrouded in red; long, lines of crimson that branch out across the white.

“We should sleep,” you say, but Loki just shakes his head again, taking the moment passing to release a deep breath and give your hair a few final run-throughs, his fingers working delicately through the knots that have formed. 

“I want to tell you something, if I may.” 

You’re not sure what he means, but you know it’s important because of the quiet tone of his voice. It’s innocent sounding, small and frail and barely falling from his lips, and immediately it worries you. Sends you into a state of shock that forces you to pull yourself off his chest and reposition in front of him, legs crossed underneath you. 

“What is it?” Swallowing hard, you feel the slick build-up of your anxiety trickle down your throat as you watch his hand reach for your own, each finger taking refuge between the empty spaces as he clears his throat and begins to tell you everything.

Asgard, Midgard, and everything in between —Loki entrusts with you the story of his family and the horror of his upbringing. He tells you of Thor (yes that Thor) and Frigga —of Odin and his kingdom and that fateful day in Jotunheim where Loki was discovered alone in the snow. Cautiously he tells you about his betrayal —his plan to claim the throne and then later, his plan to die. Every detail slipping through his lips is like a reclamation —a perilous journey of memories he’s chosen to take you alongside him as he recounts the details of his mother’s love, his brother’s arrogance, and inevitably his father’s lies.

Loki tells you anything and everything, taking each story and weighing it in his hands before offering it over, hoping that despite the brokenness —his brokenness— that you’ll still find some worth in it. 

Because Loki would be lying if he said he didn’t think of himself as worthless. All his life, even without the constant horror of his underlying blue skin, he’s never felt valued, only valuable. To Odin, he was merely a pawn in the diplomatic affairs of Jotunheim and to Thanos, he was deemed the same for having the Tesseract.

Which fucking sucks, you think, as you watch him rip open his chest and fish out the traumatized organ with tears in his eyes, desperately waiting for you to take it.

So you do. Without question you take it and put it in your hands, watching it pulsate in the base of your palm; the tainted blood of his past dripping down your flesh, coating your skin like syrup. 

Happily, you want to lap it up —want to look him in the eyes and lick his wounds; swallow them up and bury them deep inside your gut so that he never has to look at them again. 

More than anything you want to shield him from the pain and the suffering —want to show him love and support and make it known that just because the past was full of hurt, the future doesn’t have to be as well. 

“Thank-you for telling me.” 

You know he doesn’t need to be thanked —doesn’t need to be praised for telling a stranger the holy terrors of his upbringing. Loki’s a God, the maker of his own destiny, which is evident in the way he perseveres despite the odds constantly working against him. He’s resilient in his efforts, a strong player in whoever’s story he’s managed to become tangled in, which is something you’re not sure he knows because, to you, it seems like he tethers himself to other people. Playing them like fools in his never-ending game of tricks and trades, hoping one day that they’ll figure out how to hate him. 

Because if he can just get them to hate him, perhaps he can be free. Free of the unknown —free of the constant wondering of whether or not he’s worthy of another person’s love. 

Of course, he is, you think, but considering the circumstances, you know he doesn’t know that. 

“I’m not sure why I did, if I’m honest,” he says, staring at your hands, suddenly wishing that he too could experience the normalities of fleshy tones woven over heated insides instead of the icy structures within his own. 

“Strangers are often the best people to tell things to.” 

Raising his brow, he hums in response, hoping that you’ll explain.  

“We’re not tainted with the idea of you; we’re unbiased.” 

“Were unbiased,” he corrects, another scowl crawling across his face, showing you that he knows you’ll think less of him now that he’s told you. 

Which isn’t necessarily true. If anything, it’s almost the opposite; because his telling you, even if the story is tailored to benefit his own viewing, is still a step in the right direction. A step towards healing —towards trust. Because at this moment, Loki trusts you with the weight of his life. He sees you as someone worthy of his truth and that in itself is something you know you can’t take for granted as you pull your hand away from his. 

“Have you ever shown anyone?” Propping yourself onto your knees, you move to straddle his frame, feeling the base of his cock immediately twitch against you. “Your Jotun form, I mean.” 

“Only a select few.”

“Other lovers?” You smirk.

Smirking back, he shakes his head and repositions himself, moving to sit upright against the headboard of your bed, taking your hips in his hands. “Lovers want to love, not to run away in fear.” 

There’s a pause then —a lengthy one filled with nothing, but breathing and touching, Loki’s hands digging into the base of your flesh, desperately kneading themselves into the plush of your sides. Instantly you’re drawn to the feeling, your mind already thinking of a thousand ways to subdue the aching that suddenly presents itself between your thighs as you instinctively press yourself further against him.

“I won’t be like the rest of them,” you find yourself saying, the absence of breath throughout your chest making it hard for you to speak above a whisper. “I won’t fear you.”

“Fear me,” he sarcastically scoffs in response, gripping you tighter, almost as if the very thought of fear ignites something within him —something aggressive and primal. “It’s not the colour of my skin that makes them fear me, darling.” 

After that he slowly blinks, the colour of his eyes flickering from the lightest of blues to the deepest of reds, an image that makes you weak as you reach out to touch his face, realizing that his skin feels colder than before; rigid and rough, the presence of markings becoming visible across his forehead and cheekbones.

Purely out of habit you pull your hand away and narrow your eyes, inspecting the facial structures that continue to form, raising themselves higher off his skin at the same time his flesh begins to darken. All across him wild splotches of blue become present, their positions resembling freshly wet pavement on a rainy day. 

“You look…” Inhaling and exhaling before you can even finish, you quickly find yourself reaching across the empty space, prompting Loki to follow through soundlessly until your lips eventually meet in a frenzy of movements that leave you pulling at each other’s flesh. 

Groaning, Loki reaches for your hair and grips it as his lips messily glide from your mouth to your cheek, then to your chin, eventually ending at the side of your neck where he latches on. As he does you let out a soft moan, your lips widely parting at the feeling of his tongue pressing down against your flesh in between swift bites that leave your skin blooming with bruises. “I could ruin you, you know,” he whispers against them, the formation of his words across your wounds sending you over the edge as you feel him work to lift you onto his cock, holding you steadily against the head.

“Is that a promise or a threat?” 

Before you receive an answer he’s entering you with everything he has, his hardened flesh pushing through your heat in a chorus of throaty gasps as he rocks back and forth, feeling your weight shift as you lean backwards and reach for his thighs. 

Steadying yourself, you grip the tops of them with greedy hands, thumbing the patterns of newly unveiled blue as he repeats his movements, bucking into your wet cunt with a new kind of force that leaves you shaking and grinning because god he’s just so beautiful. 

His body, drenched in lapis, looking like the ocean itself, is stunning and radiant, ebbing and flowing against your Midgardian complexion as you lean forward and envelope his lips again, showing him that he’s worthy. 

He’s worthy and you’re willing and as he pistons into you, your inner walls aching for that last final snap of the band, you can’t help but tell him. Over and over with each passing wave of pleasure, you speak to him in praises, telling him repeatedly how amazing he is and how good he feels and how after everything he’s been through he deserves to feel loved. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Loki,” you tell him, even though you’d much prefer to tattoo it into his skin in shades of navy; a reminder that despite the green he often drapes himself in, blue is truly his colour. 

Opening his mouth to respond, he’s quickly met with your lips again, his words becoming lost behind your teeth and tongue as you swallow his pride and hate and everything that's ever needed to be pulled out of his system. Like a leech, you rip from him the worst parts of his being; the outward flesh that covers his Jotun form that’s been mistreated and left to suffer; the vile words of his father all those years ago; the abuse he experienced under the hands of Thanos. 

And with each new breath, Loki begins to better understand these efforts. Slowly but surely, his mind, once clouded with thoughts of angst and regret, begins to fill with something new entirely —something soft and warm that makes his stomach twist into knots as he fills you up further and further, the sounds of your wanton moans shrouding him in bliss.

At this moment, Loki’s engulfed in ecstasy. He’s elated and delighted; covered in a sense of euphoria he’s never felt before. Hopelessly, he wants to laugh and cry and scream —to take you as you are just as he is he, coated in blue like sapphires and the sky and little robin’s eggs in the spring.

Because right now he’s your favourite colour and he knows it. He knows it because everything to you that’s beautiful is blue and no longer is he the exception. In fact, Loki’s the rule now; an ever-present reminder of just how glorious your favourite colour can appear through the naked eye as it fucks into you, pushing you over the edge until you’re panting and gripping, and asking him to ruin you over and over again. 

He wants to ruin you forever if he can —if it feels like this— because the high he gets from being with you is intoxicating. It’s everything he never dreamed of and as he feels those final twitches press against your insides, he knows it’s all he’ll ever dream of now.

In shades of blue, he’ll dream of only you.  

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Smart Dress pt2

Request: Hiiii Could you do a Loki x reader based off Green Green Dress from tick tick boom?? It’s a 3am idea and I can’t get it out of my head. It’s probably dumb but you’d def be able to do it actually well. By: @amesmorningstar

Re requested by: @eleniblue

Sorry for the delay, I went through some stuff.

Part one

*My requests are open*

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Summary: Will Loki be able to fix his mistakes?

Warnings: angst, NSFW.

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“Stay” he pleaded against your hair, “Give me one good reason”.

“I really…uhm” it wasn't the best moment to be at loss of words, but he tripped with all sorts of different sentences, not a single one made sense or was good enough to express how he felt.

He took way too long, in tears you sighed, putting your hands on his arms to force him release you, "I knew it" you murmured.

"Fuck" he cursed. Loki turned you around, closed the door with your back against it, and before you could protest he kissed you.

That kiss took you back to the beginning of the year. New year's eve, you just got back from a two week mission, that wasn't supposed to last two weeks.

You almost missed New year's eve, your plan was a night of sleep, not caring about the whole thing, because you were bruised and tired, because you just had to be undercover rescuing some dumb cop that got caught spying some mobsters.

Apparently it involved the avengers because the cop is a mutant of some sorts, so because of his dumb ass you were stuck in a dirty cell instead of celebrating.

And why you? Because no one else wanted to go, and you were late to the meeting. Stark had the laugh of his life.

Stark on the other hand, teared that plan to shreds with his whole event going on. There was no way to reach the dorms with the party in your way. Also with Natasha and Wanda being all over you to get you to stay and have fun.

You ended up staying because, what the hell, right? You needed the drink and to kick someone's ass for the horrible mission they threw you in.

After a lot of drinks, Thor saw pertinent introducing his brother to the team, seeing that no one would be within reason enough to refuse him, bold but smart move.

Loki, in your drunken eyes, was the most beautiful being you had ever seen, though, what came out of your mouth was simply humiliating.

You called him weird, because you believed aliens were supposed to be green skinned, he actually laughed and told you his actual skin color is blue, in his ever so sarcastically polite manner of course.

Since he was in a mean mood, your drunken ass had no other better idea than making him absolutely uncomfortable. "So if your skin is blue, then so is your tongue and your dick?" Everyone of course laughed at your dumb question, Thor on the other hand was a bit worried the temper of his brother might get him to set you on fire.

"You talk to me like that again, mortal, I dare you" his voice resonated through the room, making the other 'ooh' in response, like when a classmate is being called out by the teacher.

After a good laugh, you stood up, poked his leather covered chest and spoke, "Listen popsicle, I had a rough couple of weeks, okay? Threaten me again, and I'll throw you out that window" pointing the open window behind you. "You wouldn't dare" he lowered his head enough to be face to face with you, his lips very close to yours.

After a little snicker, you stole a kiss from him, "Behave handsome, and you'll never know" after a wink you sat again, taking a big sip out of your drink.

To say he was stunned was an understatement, he had his revenge though. After Wanda changed your liquor into water, pulling what you called a reverse Jesus, you weren't drunk enough for when Loki cornered you against a wall and kissed you.

"An eye for an eye, minx" he purred in your ear before vanishing in the air.

Funny, he swore you wouldn't remember, but when you reminded him of it the morning after, he spilled his coffee all over the kitchen counter.

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"Please stay" he brought your mind back to the situation, "Ask the bitch you were with to satisfy you, she must be looking forward to fuck you" he chuckled at your spite, finding it both cute and alluring.

"Is that why you've been unbearable all week? You're jealous." His eyes shone with the power that emanated from within him, power that he knew he had over you.

"I'm not jealous." Your denial made him laugh, even more than he was already having fun with your anger. "Honey, if you wanted my attention so much, you should have told me." He closed the distance, raising one knee to separate your legs and have you closer. .

His goal must have been to devour you, because of the way his tongue tasted the inside of your mouth, a kiss that lit the candle of passion for him.

"Wait," you moved your face, breaking the kiss, searching for air more than anything. He waited a couple of seconds for you to say something else, that you didn't want him, that you hated him, with no response.

Your lack of words guided his hand to cup your neck, gently at first, then pulled roughly until he devoured your mouth again, biting, without regard, the soft flesh of your lips.

"Darling, I've realized how careless I am to leave your needs unattended, let me fix that" he lowered his head to your collarbone and from there to the base of your ear he licked like a wolf getting a taste of his prey. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine.

You wanted to resist, but his kisses, ever so skillful, his hands traveling from your ass to your hips, just enough to hug them and lift you up, automatically you hooked your legs behind his back, then your hands flew to hang on his shoulders, for support. It was all too much.

This is what he does to get you in motion, you knew it. He pulls you up and then you're so lost in him, there's not enough sense that can overthrow your hunger for his clever touch, the bites he likes to leave as he goes down on you, his smart silver tongue against your clit.

In one swift motion, he laid you down on his bed, still having at least one hand on your hips to keep you grounded.

He wanted to have you again, fast. You, were doomed and lost in his caresses, your hands were all over his back and hair, his own matching your movements, while his pelvis teased yours, thrust after thrust, both undergarments were soaking wet.

As time went by, your doubts dissipated, all that remained was the lust you felt for the evil-born god, who with his hands got rid of all excess clothing. He didn't pay any attention to your lingerie, much less to your wounds. His cock was no mystery to you, he was huge and veiny, perfect for touching all those internal areas that needed his attention, and boy was he good at using it.

His hips collided with yours with each thrust, the sound of skin touching and the wet sound filled the room, as did your moans and his.

Ecstasy was a word you wouldn't use for that moment, there was a knock at the door, and it turned out to be none other than the bitch who accompanied him to the party, which made Loki hit you much harder to divert your attention.

He pulled out of you for a few seconds, then pulled your body towards him, rotating your hips until you were on all fours. He grabbed your hair and he continued fucking you, the thrusts getting stronger and more accurate, hitting every single spot he knows make you week.

"You're mine, to touch, to have, only mine" he breathed against your ear, to which you couldn't respond, the heat clouded your senses, a warm feeling crawled up your core to your chest, a feeling you knew the meaning.

"I love the way you squeeze me when you cum" he said in between panted laughs, "Now, stay, please" you shook your head, "Please love" he then pulled out, grabbed his boxers and came inside them. Disgusted, he threw them on the sink in the bathroom and left the water running on it, until they were soaked, then turned it off and returned to your defeated, tired and ashamed being.

He reached for you as soon as he positioned by your side, but you rolled away from him, "Darling, my sweet love" his hand caressed yours, it was so warm, but of course your pride was stronger than your love for him, so you moved it away from his touch.

"You're still mad at me?" he sounded so surprised, so you laughed, sarcastically obviously. "All this time, you made me believe that you liked me enough".

"What do you mean? I like you," you didn't want to believe anything he said at that moment, "But you still go out with other women, you kiss me, you fuck me and I'm still not enough," again he was left without explanations, " Honey, that's not-" he tried, but he stopped himself, biting his tongue before saying something he'd regret.

"I don't care, you made me think you wanted more than just a quick fuck, but then it was slut after slut" you stood up, first putting on your bra, then your stockings, then your dress, your shoes were actually too much for the state of your legs, so you had them hanging

“Y/n” he called out to you, but you still hadn’t gotten everything out of your chest.

"I'm sick of this, Loki, I don’t wanna do this anymore" holding a tear behind while saying it, burned, but you had to either draw the line or break the cycle.

"But I do like you" that wasn't enough, he thought, still being at loss of proper thinking.

"That’s not the point, horns" he saw in your eyes, and on the way you were hugging your shoes close to your figure, a way to feel your words, deep inside him they resonated.

But before he could feel bad, "It's been a while since you called me that" he purred that sentence like a way to ease the tension.

But you huffed and rolled your eyes, making him lose some of the sanity he had left, "Norns woman, will you tell me what I did wrong?".

"Geez Loki, do I have to think for you too? You used to be so witty, maybe the whores sucked off your brain too"

“Right, stay mad at me for absolutely no reason then, that’s fine by me”

"No reason? I wasted a year of my life to a god, that resulted no different from a regular human asshole"

“Mind your words, mortal”

“Funny, I thought you liked my dirty mouth, horns”

“Just tell me what I can do”

“Figure it out”

As soon as he saw you leave the room, he jumped out of bed, dressed with a spell, and ran after you. The sounds of the party were getting louder, obviously the party continued, a simple fight was always part of Stark's meetings, so people saw it as something common.

“Y/n, you were right” he caught your arm, just before you stepped out to the living room. “I started feeling things for you, but, I couldn’t bring myself to fill in the role of partner you need, not because I didn’t wanted to, the reason is unknown to me” his doubt was the only reason you needed to know that he was still the same prince that blew up his own planet a year ago.

“Sounds void to me” your coldness gave his frozen heart frostbite, so full of truth nonetheless, “I know, but I can’t afford to lose you” it had to stop, you thought, “But you can’t bring yourself to love me properly” you slipped your hand from his touch, “I…We need to stop, I can’t with this”.

It's hard to let go of something you thought you loved but that was destroying you with every kiss and empty promise, but the feeling of freedom that invaded you after a month of detox was unmatched.

Finally, after a month, you stopped caring who he was dating or not, and also the gifts he left at your door, with letters begging for your forgiveness. "You're forgiven, Loki, I'm just not interested in having anything with someone who doesn't know how to take things with responsibility and commitment," much less with a prince who has always had everything on a silver platter and women who lined up to have sex with him.

Maybe he was much more than that, but you didn't know, he never let you see beyond his superficial way of being. You saw some vulnerability when he hugged you after sex and stayed with you until the next morning, and then he said goodbye with a kiss, but after so much pain, you started to doubt if he was really opening up to you, or it was only the reflection his exterior facade.

Either way, life goes on, and so did you.

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Cold winter days, a woman on a bench, a stranger in the park...

An Encounter in Winter ❄️

Loki and female reader (18+)

Chapter 17

Chapter 16

18+/adult themes/talking/flirting/slow burn/fluff/angst/smut

Warnings: angst, irritation, trust issues, not much smut, some cockwarming, soft!dom/sub vibes, some dirty talk, unprotected sex, fluff, sweet romantic stuff because I needed it, maybe still some secrets and life-changing decisions …

A/N: This is the penultimate chapter... there will be just one more chapter and/or an epilogue, I haven't decided yet. In advance, a big thank you to everyone who read, liked, commented (publicly or privately) and reblogged my story! I saw and see all of you guys and I love and appreciate you!🫶🏻💖

'Please meet me tomorrow in the park at our bench, my love'

"Sure, but why are you afraid to ask me for it?" and while questioning him you turned your head again towards him when you heard him say:

'In the afternoon, Snowflake. Same time, same place…'

The thing was, you heard him, loud and clear…but his lips didn't move an inch…

"Lo, what is going on here?" You tossed the magazine onto the table, your eyes widening fearingly.

"I don't know", Loki answered hesitantly. His last plea to meet him tomorrow in the afternoon he sent willingly to your mind to check if it really works. And to his astonishment, it did.

"Why…why can I… I mean how? How do you speak to me without… talking? Do I…do I hear your… thoughts? Can…can you hear mine? Oh my goodness…", and you jumped off the sofa and walked a few steps toward the window, away from Loki. It scared you and you felt nauseous.

"I swear, Snowflake, I don't know what's going on. You…you can hear me? In your head? I didn't know…"

"What did you not know? And come on, Lo… answer my question! Can you read or see or hear the thoughts and minds of others? Can you read or hear mine? Can you? And why didn't you tell me about it?"

You almost yelled at him. You didn't want to yell at him but you were so scared right now.

"Snowflake…"

"Tell me, Laufeyson…can you?"

Your face hardening you stared at him, anxiety in your eyes. You knew he had a lot of magical abilities and you knew, reading minds was one of them. But you never had any reason to think further about it and never discussed it. Until now.

Loki felt your insecurity and upcoming panic. He wanted to hug and comfort you, he didn't want to be the reason for you feeling that bad.

"My love please… yes, yes I can but…"

"Did you ever…ever read mine? Did you ever infiltrate my mind or my head?" You growled at him, your voice shaking with anger and fear and you locked up your tears. You never wanted to be manipulated again.

"No, my love, never. Why should I? I can't even do that without permission and physical contact. I just can manipulate someone with spoken words…and I never intended to manipulate you! I know how harmful and destructive this can be from my own experience. I would never do this to you! Please, darling, don't back away from me. You know I love you…"

"We had a lot of physical contact in the last months, Laufeyson!"

Tears were brimming in your eyes. Could you still trust him? He was very secretive since he came back from the mission. The phone call when you came back from the bathroom, he ended immediately as soon as he recognised you were entering the room. The delayed return from the recent mission and also it seemed he hid something from you. What did it all mean? Were you wrong about him? Everything with him was perfect, felt perfect. Maybe too perfect to be true or to be everlasting? But the things you've shared so far, the feelings you had for each other, the bond… all of this couldn't be a lie, could it?

The way you addressed him was painful for Loki. You never talked to him like this and never have you been that cold. Nonetheless, Loki made a step forward to take your hands in his to comfort you. But you backed away from him. You had never done it before and it hurt him deeply.

"Snowflake please, I don't know why you can hear me in your head. It…it must be our bond. I didn't even know that it would be that strong, that it could give you this ability. Please believe me, I'm as surprised as you are…", he made another step towards you and you backed away again.

"Surprised? Surprised?", you said hysterically. "Are you fucking kidding me, Loki? Surprised? So you want to tell me you didn't know about it? I'm not that naive anymore. I don't believe in everything that anyone else tells me about. I just don't know what I should believe in right now or not…or if I can still trust you." You regretted your words exactly the moment you fired them at Loki.

Loki felt like you had cut his heart out of his ribcage. Your words hit him like the sharpest swords. But he held his composure. He knew you didn't mean it…he hoped you did not. You told him every day how much you loved him and he was convinced this love wouldn't just fade away because of this difficult situation. If so, what would be the value of the love you had for each other? You both knew difficult times would come sooner or later. The honeymoon phase of your relationship wouldn't last forever…not to talk about the span of 4000 years. But maybe you never wanted to spend such a long time with him. He still didn't know if you had made a decision yet. Maybe this crisis would end everything you two shared.

"I didn't do it on purpose, Snowflake! I did it just with my last request, asking you to meet me tomorrow at our bench. Just to test us. To see if it really works. Please believe me. Please trust me, my love, I beg you…", he said desperately.

You shook your head vehemently and made further steps backwards.

"I need to be alone… I need…some alone time… don't…don't touch me, Lo. Please, leave me alone…"

"I won't leave you alone, my love. Not when you're in a state like this…"

"Okay, then I go…I go and you won't follow me, okay? Don't. Follow. Me!" You raised both hands in defiance.

"Snowflake… no…where…where are you going?"

"Away…I go … away… just away", you gestured with one hand toward the door, turned around and left the apartment.

"Snowflake, nooo…don't go, please!", but you ignored him and closed the entrance door behind you.

You didn't intend to leave the tower, not alone in the middle of the night. You headed to the elevator and pressed the button to the top floor where the roof terrace was. You needed fresh air. Lots of it. You didn't really know why you reacted how you reacted. It wasn't Loki's fault but you treated him like it was his. You knew you did him wrong and that you had hurt him deeply. But the feeling of maybe being manipulated again triggered old anxieties and feelings of emotionally depending on a man again and made you act wrong. Stephen Strange, the most manipulative asshole you had met in your life, had broken so much inside of you when you were engaged to him and the only thing you knew was that no man would do this to you ever again. At the same time, you knew Loki would never do something like this to you. He loved and adored you in a way you never expected someone would ever love and adore you.

You were just confused and overwhelmed, close to freaking out. Everything was too much today and this made you react unfairly. Your sister was back in your life, Loki's return from the mission which took longer than planned, the breathtaking sex with him after a long time disconnected because of the mission, and then finally you found out that you were able to hear his thoughts. It was just too much.

Even so, could you still trust him? Did he really not know that you might be able to hear his thoughts? Was the bond that strong? But why didn't Loki know about that fact? Did no one before him have this experience? Maybe not, because maybe never before a Jotun was in a relationship and shared a bond with an ordinary mortal like you. A mortal girl from Earth without any magical abilities, without any magic at all. The only thing that might make you special was your gut feeling that mostly never betrayed you. And this gut feeling told you now, Loki didn't know anything about that matter, that he had told you the truth. And you felt his heartbeat, nervous, strong, beating faster than usual and full of pain. He was hurting and you were causing it and you knew he didn't deserve your cruel behaviour.

Nothing of this was your fault but neither was Loki's. You tried to breathe through the fist squeezing your heart and swallowed down your tears. You decided to go back to your apartment and talk to him. You had to clear the whole situation. You needed to understand what had happened and what it would mean for the future now. A future you still wanted to spend together with Loki, your lover, the only worthy owner of your body, soul, heart… and thoughts. You loved and trusted him endlessly and you just hoped he'd understand your feelings, insecurities and anxieties and your motives for why you had been so mean to him.

Loki's eyes welled up with tears when you had left. The urge to follow you overtook him but he knew it was better to leave you alone now. He was afraid you could leave the tower and would walk to the park, the place you loved most and that always calmed you down. But you'd never go there alone in the middle of the night. You weren't that careless. He felt your heartbeat. It was thumping fast, restless, anxious. Of course, you were close to freaking out. Abilities like this could be frightening especially when you're not used to it. He was used to those abilities since he was a child, you were not. His mother told and taught him everything he knew about magic and magical abilities and now it was his turn to help you with it. He just hoped you would come back to him soon so you two could clear the issue.

He went to the bedroom and took the snow globe into his hand and shook it. He loved to watch the flakes twirling inside of it and got deeply lost in thoughts. Loki never expected this could ever happen, that you could be such a sensitive, good receiver of his thoughts. He had never heard about this and that a Midgardian inhabitant would be able to develop this ability. Maybe he still didn't know enough about Midgardians. And maybe it was the bond he had with you that had opened up your mind to it. He was restless and helpless, and he felt guilty too. He never wanted to cause any harm or trouble to you. He put the snowglobe back onto his bedside table and opened its drawer. He took out a small wooden box and ran his fingers over it.

He knew it was a risk and he might overwhelm you again. But he had to, there was no way to wait any longer. You were already suspicious and he didn't know how to hide it any longer. He might ruin it all but he had to take this risk. It seems your relationship has to be like this, no detours, no secrets, always straight to the point.

"Loki, can we talk?"

He flinched when he heard your voice and turned quickly around to face you, hastily hiding the box behind his back.

"You're back… thanks to the Norns you're back. Of course, we can talk, my love."

"What are you hiding from me, Loki?" you asked him quietly and tilted your chin up as walking slowly toward him.

"Nothing, my love", he answered quickly and instead of the wooden box he now held the snow globe in his hand, showing it to you. Magic could be such a wonderful gift.

"I just watched the flakes twirling around … you know how much I love this gift of yours."

"Yes, I do…", you answered softly. What for God's sake was he hiding?

"I'm sorry for freaking out and being mean to you…but I became anxious and worried. I still trust you, Lo… I'm just so afraid. Please forgive me…I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you, I love you, Lo!"

"I know my Lady Snowflake. There's nothing to forgive. I get that you're scared… but please don't be afraid. I won't leave you alone with that", he said softly and put the snow globe back onto the bedside table before he made some steps towards the spot you were standing. This time you didn't back away.

"May I hug you, my love?"

You just nodded silently because tears and a lump in your throat were disabling you to speak. The moment you felt his arms around you, you let your tears flow and nuzzled your face into his chest, his soft chest hair tickling your nose. His warmth and his familiar scent were calming you down immediately in a way only he could do it. You slung your arms around his waist and hugged him tightly while he comforted you gently.

"Shhhh shh, my love, I'm here…I'm here. I'll help you to handle it, I promise. It's not as terrifying as you might think right now. I'll teach you everything and you'll be able to control it."

"Why do I have this ability, Lo? I don't understand it but I want to understand it", you asked him with a tear-choked voice.

"I'm not sure, Snowflake. I just think you have a talent for it and you're a good and sensitive receiver…and I'll teach you to be a good sender as well. And I think our bond triggered your talent. We'll find a way to make you feel comfortable with it."

"Yeah, Lo. With your help I'll make it", you answered sobbingly.

"You will", Loki whispered against the crown of your head and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

"I'm so exhausted, Lo. Can we go to sleep? I just want to go to sleep."

"Sure, my love. Come, lay down with me… or do you prefer to sleep alone tonight?"

"Are you kidding me, baby? You know how bad my sleep is without you by my side."

Loki's face stretched in a smile of relief and you both took off your clothes and crawled into the bed under the duvets. Like every night he was spooning you and you were happy and grateful to have him back. Still, it was the first night together after the mission and nothing felt better than his skin on yours and the feeling of his muscled body wrapping yours was irreplaceable. You were already very sleepy but you needed to feel him again. You had recognised his boner nudging against your buttocks and you craved for him. You always craved your adorable lover.

"Lo?"

"Hmmhmm?"

"I need you."

"Aren't you too tired, Snowflake?"

"Yeesss…." ,you nearly drifted away into slumber. "Don't want to move… just wanna feel…you….Let me…warm you", you murmured tiredly.

"Are you sure, my love? Do you really want to do that? Because I can't promise I won't cum when I'm inside of you while you might already sleep." He would never take advantage of your sleepiness.

"…I want it, Lo…please…enter me, please…", you mumbled silently and sleepy.

"Snowflake…"

"Lo, please…"

You were dripping wet and slick so Loki had no problems slipping his erect length into your tunnel. Your cunt flattered his cock and your contractions, caused by him tenderly playing with your nipples, made him even harder. You must still trust and love him, otherwise, you wouldn't have allowed him to own you this way. He never dared ask you to warm his cock but secretly it was one of the things he had dreamt of. But he was insecure if you would accept such possessiveness.

"Norns, Snowflake…you feel so good."

He moaned whispering to your ear and kissed your nape. His ass tensed up delightfully though he barely moved. He just bathed in the feeling of your warm cunt engulfing and convulsing about his sensitive tip and enjoyed the blissful feeling of your beautiful body in his arms.

"You're being such a good girl for me" he whispered, close to tipple over the edge.

He wasn't able to stand this feeling any longer and despite all efforts to hold himself back, he came inside of you. He gasped and moaned silently but violently. His orgasm was intense and he tightened his grip around you. A silent, content sigh escaped your throat and from your light slumber, you drifted into a deep sleep as if you just had waited for him to find his relief in you.

"I love you so much, Snowflake." Still buried inside of you Loki fell asleep too, hoping the things he had planned would be successful.

In the morning when you woke up, Loki had already left the bed and the apartment. You stretched your limbs and yawned heartily. You missed the warmth of Loki's body but you still felt his seed dripping out of you and a familiar stickiness between your thighs. You looked at the empty space next to you but Loki had left something for you on his pillow. A smile curved your lips. There was a green rose and a note.

Good morning, my love.

I hope you slept well. I definitely did. With you in my arms, my sleep is always the best. I'm sorry for the mess I've left between your beautiful legs but you were so cute while still sleeping and I didn't want to disturb my Goddess' sleep. Also…you must know it was fantastic with you and you didn't dream it…if you know what I mean. You've been such a good girl for me and I have to thank you for last night. Thank you for letting me be possessive over you. I adore you, my Queen and next time I'll worship you and every little inch of your gorgeous body as you deserve to be worshipped!

Please don't be mad at me that I've already left but I have some things to be done before we have our date in the park.

I love you endlessly, my Goddess and I can't wait to see you in the afternoon. Same time, same place. Please come, my love, my pretty Snowflake. I'll be waiting for you.

In eternal, devoted love,

Loki

His words were so sweet and the thought about what had happened last night while cuddling naked to sleep, made you blush. You absolutely enjoyed it and you were utterly happy that Loki enjoyed it, too. You two definitely have to do it again. You sniffed at the beautiful rose, left the bed and took a long hot shower. You got dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and headed to the kitchen.

Thor and Jane, Tony and Bruce were already there and you were happy that you weren't alone and could have breakfast with them together. Yesterday's events still lingered in your mind. You couldn't wait for the afternoon when you would see Loki again and hopefully, you were getting some answers to your questions…and to your special request, you had for Loki. The only thing that bothered you was Jane and Thor stared at you grinning and exchanging knowing gazes. But you didn't want to ask them why they behaved like that, maybe you would do it later, in the evening after dinner with your sister and her family.

The day until afternoon went by quickly and was filled with lots of work in the lab like always when your friends had returned from a mission. After finishing work you changed your clothes. It was a warm autumn afternoon and you put on a flowery dress, which exposed your cleavage and your legs just the way Loki loved it and combined it with colour-fitting green ballerinas. You wanted to look pretty for him. This date was going to be very important, so it seemed.

You tidied your hair, put Loki's rose behind your ear and fixed it with a hairpin, diffused some of your favourite perfume behind your ears and on your wrists, grabbed your purse and left the building and walked to the park. You hadn't seen Loki all day and now you were excited to meet him. Something mysterious lingered in the air, something meaningful and changing.

After a short walk, you arrived at the park, your bench and Loki already in sight. You became nervous as a teenager who was going to meet her first crush for the first time and your cheeks blushed. You could already see from afar how stunning he looked, sitting on the bench, waiting for you as promised and you swallowed thickly.

Loki was dressed in black trousers, black patent shoes, the waistcoat with the snake motif woven into the fabric, an emerald green tie with a gold tie pin and a crisp white shirt. You would love to see it halfway open with rolled-up sleeves but today he wore it super chic and with golden cufflinks. You preferred his hair all curly and soft but today his black mane was properly styled and more wavy than curly. His perfect side profile, his straight nose, the chiselled jaw and cheekbones, his soft lips and celestial blue eyes, his slender long legs, one crossed over the other and the most important reason why you loved him so much, his big soft heart, his loving nature, his mentally and physically strength, his will to be together with you and endure you …this whole package made your legs wobbly and your heart flutters and you gasped inwardly.

If you weren't already in love with him, you would fall for him here and now. You still couldn't believe that this gorgeous man was yours and still… he had a secret and suddenly you were afraid he would want to end your relationship. It was an irrational worry but what if not? Concern overtook you and the smile you had on your face slowly faded away.

"May I?" You asked him shyly when you had arrived at your bench where he was waiting for you. Your hands were sweaty as if you would address him for the very first time.

"Snowflake!… of course, please take a seat!"

He was as nervous as you were and he rose from the bench to welcome you. His smooth dark voice caused goosebumps on your skin like whenever he spoke to you like this but it also calms you down a little bit. He took your hand in his and gave a soft kiss on your knuckles. He was still a perfect gentleman and treated you like his princess and goddess. A tear ran down your cheek and you were shaking with excitement. You felt how nervous he was, his hands were trembling and you wanted to hug him so badly.

"Thank you, Sir. Normally I don't do that…" you chuckled and squeezed his hand gently.

"Normally you don't… but now you do!", and Loki grinned smugly at you.

Your familiar scent and the powdery aroma of your perfume calmed him down a little bit. He tried to hide his growing insecurity and upcoming panic and also the feeling of what nestled in his pocket, burning a hole into his flesh. Not literally, of course, but the urge to make his wishes come true grew with every second.

"Please, let us sit down, my Lady!"

"I love to, Sir!"

You both sat down simultaneously, facing each other and Loki caressed the back of your hands. With his thumb, he wiped away the tear from your cheek.

"Do you feel good, my love?"

"I'm not sure. There's something going on, I guess." You could barely breathe.

"Yeah, maybe…" Loki's mouth was drier than the Gobi Desert and his heart thumped fast against his chest. He still held your hands in his and he felt you trembling.

"You look gorgeous, my love!"

"You look ravishing, my beautiful god. It seems you have something special in mind…"

"Yes, I have. I want to tell… no… ask you something…for…quite a while now."

"Oh…me too, Lo"

"Oh…really?"

You looked at each other curiously, quizzically and shyly smiling at each other, not knowing what to say next.

"Well, please you first, my Lady!"

"Noo, you first. You asked me for this date so you have the privilege to begin. What I've to tell you can wait, Sir."

You were close to crying because maybe your request wasn't relevant anymore. Why were you so afraid?

Loki took a deep breath before he spoke again.

"You…you know how much I love you, don't you?" He stammered.

Why was this so difficult? He just wanted to ask you something so why was he so nervous? He was a prince, a warrior, a god but now he was scared like a little boy. Why? It couldn't be that hard to ask you a simple question!

You just nodded silently, smiling at your lover. The lump in your throat and the dryness in your mouth made you unable to speak. Loki mustered all of his courage and began to talk.

"I still remember the day when you addressed me for the first time. Here, last winter, the lonely woman from the bench next to me. You looked so cute with your beanie with the green bobble and you were so sweet and nervous. Right from the beginning I felt drawn to you and you trusted me that much without knowing me. The way you listened and talked to me, the way you accepted me with all my insecurities and flaws was and still is incredible.

I never thought I would find someone like you. A woman who allows me to be my true self. You never judged me, never hated me for my past and the things I did. The greatest gift ever is that you love me for who I am. I always thought I'm a monster but you showed me I am not, that I'm worthy of love and acceptance. You make me feel safe and content and I also found the courage to walk around in my true form…yeah, just in Norway and in private but…I don't feel bad about it anymore and to know that you love and appreciate me in both appearances means the universe to me.

As you know before I met you I didn't believe in love anymore or that I would ever share the bond with someone but now I do believe in love and I never want to lose you. I already wanted to ask you when we were in Norway. Everything was perfect there. You, I, the evenings with you on the jetty… but there was a little detail missing and I couldn't ask you without it.

I'm still sure I'm not worthy of you, I don't deserve you but I know I don't want to live without you anymore. I belong to you and you own me in every way, my heart is yours forever. The only thing I can ask you for is… my Lady please allow me… allow me to be your husband. I would love to be your husband."

Your eyes widened and teared up like his. All those lovely things he just had said. Did he just propose? He did, right? Your face lit up and you fell around his neck.

"Yes, yes, yes, thousand times yes Lo!", you answered him overjoyed.

You cupped his face with your hands and kissed him longingly, again and again. Loki wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulled you closer to him and reciprocated your kisses. When you both had your fill of each other you broke the kiss to catch some breath and you smiled brightly at each other.

"I absolutely allow you to be my husband I insist! …and I want to be your wife and I want to belong to you forever. Words cannot express what I feel right now, Lo. All I can say now is thank you. Thank you for loving me and thank you for making me happy and I can believe in love again. I love you so much, my precious baby, Norns I love you…"

He slid down from the bench and knelt on one knee in front of you. He fidgeted something out of his pocket and presented it to you in his palm.

"This is for you, my Queen. I would be honored if you accept my little gift."

In front of you knelt the love of your life, and never before it has been clearer than now that he was a prince. His proposal was perfect, elegant and respectful. How could you ever doubt his love? How could you not accept this beautiful gift? It was a wooden box, nearly black like ebony, decorated with delicate carvings of snakes and creatures you had never seen before and also different lines that reminded you of the lines which adorned Loki's skin when he was in his Jotun form. It was wonderfully crafted and it seemed to be ancient and not from this planet. Realization slowly hit you why Loki had returned from the mission later than expected.

"This is amazing, Lo! Thank you so much. Never before have I seen something as beautiful!"

You smiled brightly and caressed his cheek. He leaned into your hand but the look in his eyes was a mixture of tenderness and waiting. You looked quizzically at him. What was he waiting for?

'Open it my love'

You heard his voice in your head and did what he asked you for. When you had opened the lid a loud gasp escaped your throat and you covered your mouth with one hand. In the box was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen, embedded in black velvet. It was made of pure gold, with a big diamond in the centre, surrounded by small white diamonds which looked like little snowflakes. The big diamond in the middle was turquoise-blue with a shimmer of green, depending on the lighting. It seemed the Northern Lights were caught in it.

'Like my dress…it has the colour of my ball gown'

'You've worn it when I kissed you for the very first time…I'll never forget this moment '

"I don't deserve such a lovely ring, Lo" you whispered.

"The ring is worthy of a queen. And you, my love are a queen and more than this, you're my goddess and no woman in the nine realms could be more worthy of wearing my ring. And you deserve so much more. Am I allowed to put this ring on your finger?"

"Yesss, Lo my love, you're allowed to do it!" you answered quietly and smiled reassuringly and brightly. With trembling hands, Loki took the ring and put it on your also trembling ring finger and kissed your knuckles before he stood up to sit by your side again. You stared lovingly into each other's eyes.

"So this gorgeous gift was the reason for your delayed return?"

"Yes, Snowflake. I let the best jewellers of Jotunheim craft it for you from Jotunheim's finest diamonds and gold. The wooden box belonged to my ancestors and I always wanted to give it to the woman I want to marry and share the bond with. And as you know, this woman is you. So I asked our friends to make this roundabout way before we would fly back home to get these items for you. I let the jewellers manufacture it some time ago when I was on a former mission."

"So all of our friends knew about this but me! You mischievous guy!" and you slapped his upper arm playfully and he laughed.

"Yes…no, not every detail. Just Thor knew everything I had planned."

Now every reaction and question of Jane and Thor made sense.

'Sneaky brothers' you thought.

"Don't forget, my love… I can hear you!"

"Dammit…", and you winked at him. "Hmm, maybe this mind-reading-thing isn't that bad…I could ask you for filthy things or talk dirty to you…", and a mischievous smile curved your lips.

"You little minx…" 'and naughty girl, my sweet little whore'... don't you dare…',

and he ran a finger from your throat down to your cleavage.

"Loki, behave! We're in public!" You scolded him playfully while a shiver ran down your spine.

"Do you really want me to be your husband?" Loki asked you more seriously now.

"Do you really want me to be your wife?" You questioned him and grabbed his hand and caressed it.

"There's nothing I want more, my love! You said, there's something you wanted to tell me. Please, what is it, my love?"

You took a deep breath, pressed a soft kiss to his lips and leaned your forehead against his.

"I'm ready, Lo. Take me to Jotunheim whenever you see fit. I want eternity with you!"

"So shall it be, my Lady!"

Loki smiled blissfully. He had never been sure what your final decision might be. He was so utterly, indescribably happy and captured your mouth in a devouring kiss. When he deepened it, passionately, demandingly, possessively, with you in his arms melting into his kiss and embrace, his skin turned blue. He felt so content and safe in your arms. You would be his, and his alone. Forever. And he would be yours, forever and irreversible. A warrior for his one and only Queen, a lifelong devoted servant for his goddess.

People walked by, benevolent smiles on their faces, seeing you and him showing off your love for each other in a breathtaking kiss…and no one cared. No one was astonished about an alien King with blue skin kissing an earth girl. They all saw a beautiful couple, sitting on a bench, utterly in love. And perhaps some of them were a bit jealous because they wanted to have what you and Loki had.

"Do you still like hot chocolate, my Lady?" He asked you and his skin turned pale again.

"Of course, I do Sir!"

"Then let's go to our cafe, my love. I'd never want to miss one of our coffee-cocoa dates!"

When you arrived there you immediately knew why Loki had left you early in the morning. Every table and chair in the cafe was placed aside. You two were the only guests here this afternoon and your waiter was already waiting for you. He escorted you both to your table at the window and served some of the best champagne Loki could find in the city and also your beloved hot chocolate and Loki's espresso was served soon. In a shimmer of green a big bouquet of green roses appeared in Loki's hands and he passed them to you. You thanked him and you kept the bouquet in your arms like a treasure until the waiter brought a vase.

"Lo, please tell me this is not a dream."

"It's not a dream Snowflake. And if it's a dream, we both dream about the same things at the same time."

He held your hands tightly in his as if he was afraid you could leave if he didn't. But you were glued to him and your glance was fixed on his eyes.

"I love you, Lo!"

"And I love you, Snowflake!"

Music began to play in the café, a waltz and Loki rose from his stool.

"May I have this dance, my Lady?" And he bowed and offered you his hand.

"I'd love to dance with you, my King" and you put your hand in his.

Loki walked you to the middle of the room, brought you two in the correct dance position, pulled you gently closer to him and danced the perfect waltz with you. You couldn't take your eyes off each other. Nothing else around you mattered. It was just him and you and you danced and kissed until the time had come to go back home for the family dinner.

There was still one thing you were suspicious about. Loki's phone call. With whom did he talk? When would he tell you about it? One thing was for sure, he didn't call someone from Jotunheim, this kind of technical communication was impossible. You just had to wait and see if you would ever get an answer.

But you trusted him. Endless. And you knew the day would come when he would tell you about it. At least this was what your gut feeling was telling you…and it never betrayed you.

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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: Frost Giant Loki doesn’t get enough attention and HE DESERVES MORE.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ          

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Jotun Loki has had a much better upbringing than the Loki raised by Odin.

・He has so much more vigor for life, and is much nicer to the general public. He wouldn’t dream of having to prove himself, or by taking over any cities or realms.

・Frost Giant Loki is actually one of the sweetest beings alive, you just have to get past the lingering arrogance of a prince.

・Likes to show you off; “Hey Thor, have you met y/n?”    “Yes Loki, we have had the pleasure of meeting.” “How amazing is she? I mean -”

・He makes sure that you’re always safe, because you are very very small compared to him

・Always making sure you’re having a good time, no matter where you are “We can leave if you no longer desire to be here, my love.”

・Fun-loving and always wants you to have a smile on your face

・You met at a wedding you were working at. Thor and Jane (in this universe) were getting married and you were employed to serve the food and drinks.

・It was verging on ridiculous, how much food had been prepared. Even though Loki and only a few of his close companions were the only frost giants at this event, they had overcompensated for their food and drinks.

・Your first encounter with him was surprising; he was flirtatious but mindful. Knowing that humans were much more fragile than he.

・However, he was a prince, and you were expected to treat him as such. But there was something so enticing about him that you wanted to be in his presence more and more.

・The venue where the wedding was held, also fronted as a restaurant. And whenever Loki visited Thor, that’s where he insisted on going.   “Loki, why is it always this place? There are many other food vendors we can try!”        “I ... really like the pasta...”

・Jane caught on, Thor was oblivious. “Ask. her. out.” Jane had prompted. Loki’s cheeks darkened; a prince embarrassed.

・He did not want to scare you away, but Jane insisted he needed to be the one to talk to you.

・And he did, somehow getting your number but not being 100% what to do with it. Since the technology wasn’t the same in his world. And yet, that was the great thing about having a scientist friend. Jane made a way for you to communicate from your differing realms.

・You were stunned; caught off guard that you would even be considered. Since you came from two COMPLETELY different worlds. But it worked. Somehow, weirdly enough it worked.

・You usually sleep on him. It’s like having the cold side of the pillow always. And it actually helps with headaches

・Likes it when you stroke his face

・He makes a lot of inappropriate jokes

・Likes to take you to his realm, his home. He also likes showing you the other realms; making you feel so amazed at this life.

・Teaches you about his culture and how he grew up “Yes, and they actually throw you over the cliff to see-” 

“Loki! No! Did they really?” 

 “No, but I do like seeing that look on your face darling.”

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾🔞  

・You guys get creative ... you have to, I mean Jotun Loki is huge and it is physically impossible for him to be inside you.

・BUT, I do think that Jotun Loki would approach a witch or wizard/warlock, maybe even Doctor Strange, to make him a potion that allows him to shrink to human size. He still has his physical attributes of blue skin, red eyes etc. But the potion allows him to shrink as much as he can (which is to 6′9, compared to his usual 10′)

・The potion worked for only a limited time...but that didn’t matter. Even though vaginal sex was great, you and Loki came up with ideas to keep both of you satisfied.

・There’s a lot of rubbing, humping, and toys involved.

・Frost giant Loki likes to make you laugh during sex - you’ll be in the heat of the moment and he’ll lick inside your ear.

・Oh he does like licking though, just licking everywhere ...

・Everything feels amplified because not only is a giant, but his temperature is also cooler. It makes your nipples so hard, and he loves playing with them. Sometimes it feels torturous, how hard and sensitive your nipples get.

・Loves dirty talk; he’s very good at it. Sometimes he can get you to cum just by talking

・He’s a louder moaner, and it’s so awkward when he’s at your place. Your neighbours give you weird looks - well even weirder looks as your boyfriend is blue

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Tome of Fate

Masterlist

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Chapter 5 (finale)

Summary: This is basically an AU story about Loki, prince of Jotunheim, and the reader, princess of Asgard, meeting in the Utgardhall's library.

Loki drinks up some courage to confess his feelings to you :)

Words: 2013

Warnings: drunkenness, smut (18+)

As all of you stumbled into the local tavern, the air thick with the smell of stale ale and sweat, he couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest. He'd never been drawn to the rough and tumble atmosphere of the local watering hole, full of brawny warriors, foreign merchants and rough-hewn townsfolk. But tonight felt different. Tonight he was here with you and the anticipation just as the anxiety of ruining the blossoming friendship were almost too much to bear. At the same time, you were busy fighting your own battles against your anxious mind, being torn between the curiosity of observing the full spectrum of the inhabitants and visitors of Utgard and the discomfort caused by being stuck amidst so many people, this was a foreign place after all. As you sat down at a table in the corner of the tavern, you scooted close to Loki, your hand finding his under the table, holding it tightly, giving him a shy smile. Bjalki continued to bring the finest and strongest ale to the table and you started to ease up after the third drink, coming to the conclusion that Loki's friends actually were good at heart despite mostly acting coarsely. You believed it to be the Jotun way and you could somewhat relate to it, almost sure that you might have grown up to become the same if you had to survive in Jotunheim's rough climate. As the night wore on and the group was shouting, laughing and drinking to their hearts' content, Loki became increasingly talkative and it seemed as if he tried to impress you with his jokes and antics, recounting the tale of him getting into a heavy flyting with the brother of an elven princess in a desperate attempt to escape the marriage to be arranged between him and her. Loki levied several insults on the prince, accusing him of being a coward and mocking his arrogance for doubting a frost giant to be neither intelligent nor good enough to become his sister's husband.

"You did what?", you laughed at his antics.

"I called him the greatest coward claiming that when arrows are loosed, here barely dare peep from behind his shield.”, Loki slurred.

"Why didn't you just marry her?", you asked, a slight tremble in your voice.

"She was not my type", he stated quietly, swaying a little on his seat while he took another gulp from his jug.

“His type seems to rather revolve around tiny Aesir women”, Simul chuckled, winking at you.

The prince shot her an angry glance which only earned him a hearty laugh from her. A few drinks later, Guma started making out with Bjalki at the counter while Simul disappeared with another Jotun, leaving Loki and you alone, while he felt a sting of jealousy at his friends finding love and company so naturally. He sighed, knowing that this was probably his only chance to make a move before you headed back to Asgard. He downed mug after mug of ale until he was too drunk to stand but finally lost that last bit of his composure and restraint, that last part of the wall holding him back from the wave of undeniable attraction towards that beautiful soul of yours. So he took a deep breath and held your hand on his chest.

"My Princess!", he slurred, "I have something to tell you!"

"What is it, Loki?", you rolled your eyes in a faint attempt to hide the blush.

"I know this is probably the ale talking, but I just had to tell you," he slurred, “I've had feelings for you since the first time I met you in that library!", his voice cracked at the last part, being louder than he anticipated.

You couldn't help but laugh at his drunken confession, not failing to notice the touch of sincerity in his words.

"I mean it," he said as he leaned in closer to you, his warm ale ridden breath fanning over your face, his raspy voice growing dangerously low and urgent, "I've never felt this way about anyone before."

You smiled, your eyes sparkling in the dim light of the tavern.

"I believe you, my prince" you said softly, pecking his cheek, “even though you're very veeeery drunk”, you giggled groggily.

"Yes, I am drunk. But that doesn't make my feelings any less true. I would do anything for you, my lady. I would even...I would even fight a dragon for you!"

"Loki, there are no dragons in Jotunheim."

"Well, then I would find a dragon and bring it here just to prove my love for you!", Loki pouted playfully.

"Loki, you don't need to prove anything. Just be yourself."

"That's the problem, my princess”, he purred, “when I'm myself, I can't help but be mischievous", Loki grinned, suddenly feeling very dizzy.

His hand wrapped around your neck and he pulled you close, his lips crashing on yours in a heated drunken kiss. His lips felt cold but soft at the same time and you almost whimpered as his tongue ran over your lower lip, demanding entrance. You pulled away, panting, your mind racing to desperately decipher what just happened and what consequences giving into it would drag along.

“Loki, I...”, you whispered, unsure of what you wanted to tell him, avoiding his gaze.

“We should head back to the palace”, he leaned his head against yours, his nose nudging your soft hair, your sweet floral scent filling his nostrils as a dark groan rumbled deep in his chest.

Both of you got up and left the tavern, staggering along the way back to the palace, or more precisely, your room. You weren't sure what exactly you would allow to happen when you arrived at your destination but the warmth of the alcohol cursing through your system and the pooling heat between your legs inevitably pushed you to continue walking.

As soon as the door fell shut, Loki pinned you against it, one hand sneaking around your waist as he slammed the other against the wood beside your face, bending down so he faced you directly, gaze flickering to yours, his crimson eyes filled with primal desire and a hint of nervousness.

“Princess, I-”, he breathed but you cut him off, capturing him in another heated kiss.

Your tongue slipped past his lips, dancing around his while your hands wrapped around his neck in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. Loki could sense the urgency and need in the swirls of your tongue and it ignited a primal need within him. He broke the kiss with a feral growl, lifted you effortlessly and carried you towards the bed, placing you gently on the furs. His ruby eyes gazed deeply into your soul, leaving you captivated and yearning for more.

“Loki”, you moaned, eyes falling shut while your hands tugged at his tunic.

Loki yearned for intimacy with you, to experience the sensation of your touch and your soft skin pressed against his chilly, blue form. He desired to express his affection for you by satisfying your every desire in a sacred union of body and soul, a moment that would last for eternity. Nonetheless, his heart was riddled with doubts as you moaned with delight beneath him.

“Princess, I-I-I”, he stammered, the drunken courage suddenly leaving him as a barely audible confession left his lips, “I've never done this before.”

He anticipated being ridiculed when he revealed that despite being a formidable Jotun prince, he had never been intimate with a woman until now. However, to his surprise, you did not judge him and instead when he looked into your eyes, he found nothing but comforting affection once the initial surprise subsided.

“Then I would love to be your first, my prince”, you spoke softly, your hand cupping his cheek.

You felt a strange tingling sensation and your eyes widened at the sight of a pale blue mist engulfing both of you, dissipating your clothes, revealing his large cock as he positioned himself above your suddenly naked body. You gasped in surprise, your right hand instinctively moving up, fingers delicately wrapping around his throbbing member. Loki moaned your name, his hips bucking into your touch. Your hands on him felt divine, filling him with warm sinful bliss. You stroked him slowly, smearing the drop of precum around his tip, eyes hungrily fixed on him as you licked your lips. In the twinkling of an eye something snapped in Loki. His usual calm restraint self vanished, replaced by an overwhelming untamed craving, unleashing the beast he didn't know was trapped within him. One of his hands shot to your chest, pressing down with force and pushing your entire body further up until his face was dangerously close to your slick folds. He bit your inner thigh before he ran his nose up to your wetness, deeply inhaling the scent of your sweet arousal before burying his tongue inside you. Your head fell back, your hips jerking at the sudden sensation and a shiver ran down your spine as Loki's feral groan rang out to your ears, his tongue eagerly thrusting deeper inside of you, lapping at your juices like a thirsty animal.

“Loki ooooh”, you moaned, your fingers scratching at his scalp, pushing his head down while you were grinding against him.

The prince instantly stopped, lifting his head, staring mindlessly at you, his thoughts growing increasingly hazy as your taste and smell invaded all his senses as you laid trembling before him. His body moved up, the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance while his hand now wandered to your shoulder, his long fingers digging into the soft flesh, still holding you in place.

“Princess, I-I-”, he hissed, a last faint attempt to pull himself together and resisting the unbearable urge of ruining you, “don't know if I can resist this an-”

His words fell silent at the luscious sensation of your hips jerking up, his cock being swallowed by your wet folds, gliding inside. You shuddered at the coldness of him buried deeply in your heat, he felt unlike any other man and you weren't sure if you'd ever want another after this. He was like an unblemished sin. This tall gorgeous chaste and yet wild prince filling you up so perfectly, the sound of his deep groans echoing through the room as he continued rutting into you at a fast pace, bringing you both closer to the edge with every thrust. Loki lowered his torso, burying his face in the crook of your neck, dragging his tongue over your sensitive skin as he kept on grunting into your ear like a feral creature, drowning both of you in the abyss of the purest form of pleasure. As your walls clenched around his cock and he spilled his cold seed into you, coming undone broke any barriers that held both of you up, a mist of pale blue and emerald surrounded your bodies and the crackling sounds of your combined seidr grew louder. Suddenly, your control caved in and the mist exploded, shattering the mirror next to the bed into a million fragments, the frame hitting the floor with a loud thud. Despite the chaotic outburst, the closeness between you remained unbroken. Loki panted heavily, feeling as if he was floating, lost in his own thoughts and emotions. The room spun around him, a blur of colours and sounds that he couldn't quite make sense of invading his hazy mind as he blinked and looked down at you. He had never felt this way before, never experienced such a rush of sensation that seemed to consume him entirely. As you lay there, catching your breath and basking in the aftershocks of your orgasm, you couldn't help but marvel at the man who had brought you to such heights. You could have never foreseen that a simple conversation with the prince of Jotunheim and a drunken night at the tavern would result in something so profound, just like how you never thought you would develop strong feelings for him. However, now you found yourself entwined with Loki Laufeyson, forming an unbreakable bond that was sealed with the intimacy of your bodies intertwined.

Note: I'm not entirely satisfied with this chapter but I'll post it for now to avoid withdrawal symptoms from the lack of Jotun Loki smut :-p

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[lady-rose-moon]

HIIIII! Omg I got so excited when I saw that you're gonna be writing again. I read your fics before I figured out how to interact with authors without feeling embarrassed so this might be the first you're seeing of me, but I am a huge fan! I was hoping to request for a Loki fic? With these prompts:

"you're safe, you're safe" "what if I'm not?" "you're safe."

"who did this to you?"

"what are you doing out here, late at night?"

"I'm sorry" "don't you dare apologise for this"

Thank you so much!

You're so safe || Loki x Vanir!Reader || hurt/comfort

A/N: hello, my love, it is so nice to finally meet you! I do apologise for this being SO late but I have only just received the inspiration I needed for this project and I hope you like it! Please do interact with me more, I don't bite <3

↣ MASTERLIST

“I don’t care what you think!” you yelled, standing in the golden throne room of Asgard, sneering up at Odin on his throne, his whole demeanour menacing and unapproachable, yet you didn’t care, “I will find him, he is not dead!”

Odin merely gazed down at you, his expression unreadable as you stood beneath him. The older God had called you in today after receiving word that you were going to leave Asgard in an attempt to bring back Loki Odinson. He was your betrothed so why shouldn’t you fight to get him back?

“I am not asking for your permission, Odin,” you sneered, disregarding his title, bringing him down a few pegs so he is not as different as he wants to be, “he is your son but he is my betrothed and you shall not hold me back from him!”

That was when the Allfather spoke for the first time since you marched into the room with guards holding your arms. He studied you, noting how you were no longer the demure, frightened child he had selected for Loki. You had been corrupted by the Jötun and he had to remedy that. “You are still young, Lady Y/L/N,” the Allfather spoke, his voice as cold as his expression was, “I shall begin the search for a more… appropriate match.”

You reeled back, appalled at the King’s words before you broke into hysterical laughter, shaking your head. “You do that, Odin, and break the treaty with my family, I challenge you to,” you sneered before turning on your heel and departing from the throne room.

Before you could be grabbed by the guards, you broke into a run, smirking at the shocked exclaims of the guards behind you as you took of running down the hallways, expertly avoiding every attempt to be grabbed by various guards. With a grin, you slipped into Loki’s old chambers, not glancing at anything that could risk you to break into sobs and instead venturing to his wardrobe, pulling out one of his tunics and pants, hurriedly changing before running out onto the balcony and calling your magic to you to lift you down from it into the Queen’s gardens.

Once your feet pressed against the soft grass of the land below, you took off into a sprint, heading to the edge of the garden, searching for the gate covered in ivy. Before you could find it, however, you froze as a soft ‘Lady Y/N’ drifted across the garden. You turned and saw Queen Frigga frozen in the doorway to her garden.

“Your majesty!” you gasped, dropping into a curtsy even if it was quite difficult with your inappropriate clothing. Standing tall, you eyed Frigga nervously and spoke softly, “I’m not going to sit here and wait for a confirmation that he’s dead. I feel that he’s alive. Let me go.”

Frigga didn’t say anything, merely rushed over to you and pulled you into her arms. The Queen of Asgard’s hugs had always been a comfort and this time, it comforted your worried heart and the kiss she pressed to your brow was reassuring. “I never saw you,” Frigga whispered as a promise before turning away.

Smiling, you continued your search for the gate before exclaiming in victory when you found it, unlatching the lock and pushing the gate open and rushing through, pulling it shut and using seiðr to lock it behind you. With great knowledge of the layout of Asgard, you had no issue taking the long route around Asgard even as the warning bells raged from the palace and more guards were stationed near the broken Bifrost.

As you were hiding behind a barrel, waiting for a few guards to pass, you felt a tug on your leg which caught your attention. It was a small girl, dressed in her golden nightgown holding a rabbit teddy, her blue eyes staring up at you innocently. “Where are you going, Lady Y/N? They’re looking for you,” the girl whispered, seeming to understand the need to be quiet.

“The King has kept me in a tower, punishing me for my prince’s choices, I am on a brave mission to save him,” you explained, playing on the girl’s imagination, “so you must be quiet and never mention that you saw me. It’s all a game. I have to be ignored and not seen; do you understand? You must be quiet.”

“I promise,” the girl whispered before running off down the alley.

You nodded before taking off in a run, your feet now firmly planted on the glass of the Bifrost. As you approached the broken end of the Bifrost, you froze as you saw Thor standing there with Heimdall. Cursing beneath your breath, you approached them and stood beside Thor.

“You won’t stop me,” you whispered viciously, “I’ll jump if I must.”

“No need,” Thor answered with a grimace, gripping Mjolnir so tight that his knuckles had turned white, “he’s on Midgard.”

“Midgard?” you repeated with surprise before nodding and turning to Thor, “so we’re going.”

“I’m going, Lady Y/N, I must arrest him, he is not the man you knew,” Thor answered, turning to Heimdall and nodding, “do it.”

With a scoff, you watched as Heimdall lifted his sword and murmured the prayer to open the Bifrost without the observatory and when it opened and Thor was sucked into it, you jumped in too, ignoring the call from Heimdall.

The travel to Midgard wasn’t that long but when you arrived, it was dark. You’d appeared within a corn field, the soft rustling of the leaves comforting your anxiety before you closed your eyes and focused on the connection between yourself and Loki. That’s when you felt his seiðr for the first time in a year but it felt… wrong. Corrupted. That gave you more of a reason to find him, you needed to make sure that he was alright.

So, you latched onto his magic and disappeared with a soft glow before reappearing outside a glass cage. Disoriented, you grabbed a bar quickly to stabilise yourself before realising what was happening. You turned your head and there was Loki, his hair longer and greasy, his eyes a striking blue when they had once been green and his armour slightly askew.

“Loki?” you whispered weakly, staring in surprise before running across the bridge to the glass, pressing your hands against it, watching as Loki studied you carefully, “I thought… Oh, Loki.”

The God of Mischief tilted his head before striding over to where you were stood and sneering at you, “now you show up? After Thor?”

You stammered, thrown off by his violence toward you and tears rose to your eyes. “Loki… I tried to find you, I swear it! When you fell, I wished to jump after you but Thor wouldn’t let me.”

Loki chuckled darkly before stepping away from you and staring at you as if you were scum to him. “It took you a year to find me, how pathetic,” he spat, making you flinch, “what a pathetic fiancée.”

In that moment, you realised it wasn’t just his magic that was corrupted. It was him. He wanted your tears. He wouldn’t get them. You lifted your head with a soft smile, dipping into a curtsy before walking away.

Somehow, you’d been roped into assisting the band of Midgardians (and Thor) defeat Loki. You would follow Iron Man into his tower to confront Loki but that hadn’t ended well and you’d been knocked out by Stark’s flying Iron Man device as it raced after Stark when Loki threw him out of the window.

You were only awoken by the Hulk’s roar and Loki’s response. Groggily, you woke up and saw Loki shouting at Hulk, “you are, all of you, beneath me! I am a God you foul creature and I will not be bullied by- Ah!”

You watched as Hulk grabbed Loki’s ankle and began to bash him around like a ragdoll. You flinched as you watched Loki’s pained face after Hulk left and instantly raced over to him, pulling his head into your lap.

“Loki?” you whispered, your fingers delicately tracing Loki’s face, “Loki… are you okay?”

Loki didn’t answer for a while before he gazed up at you and his eyes lit up with recognition unlike how they’d been days ago. He knew you. Elation lit up your chest and you grinned down at him.

“Hello, love,” Loki whispered softly, his hands gently tracing up your arms before pulling you into a tight embrace, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head and brushed some hair away from his face, smiling down at him tenderly before whispering, “no, don’t you dare apologise for this. You weren’t you. NEVER apologise for this.”

Loki hesitated before laughing softly at you and shaking his head, resting his forehead against your chest and sighing with relief. “We have to leave, you’ll be considered a criminal to them now,” Loki whispered, his eyes shining with worry.

You laughed softly and nodded before helping him sit up and looking out at the sky as Chitauri continued to fly out of the portal. Then, you looked back at him and softly whispered, “how do we stop this?”

“Let them stop it,” Loki whispered, groaning in pain before his hands gleamed with green magic and you stepped closer to him, feeding your magic into his spell and you both disappeared from the tower, appearing two realms away on your home planet of Vanaheim.

The quiet of the brook and the crickets in the grass instantly calmed you and a smile lit up your face before you helped Loki to his feet and whispered, “come on, I know a place.”

For an hour, the two of you walked, Loki progressively becoming able to walk on his own until you reached a raging waterfall. Your hand gleamed gold and the water split, revealing a door concealed in the rock. Turning it, you brought Loki inside and closed the door, candles and lamps lighting as soon as the door closed.

“Welcome home,” you whispered with a soft grin, guiding Loki over to a sofa and helping him sit down, “this place is hidden from Odin and Heimdall, father created it for me centuries ago.”

Loki observed the place with a soft smile, there were simple decorations, but it was a blank canvas for the both of you. “It’s perfect,” Loki whispered softly before doubling over and groaning, clutching his head.

Instantly, you rushed over to him and removed the majority of his armour until he was left in his tunic and pants. There, you hesitated but when Loki nodded to you, you lifted the tunic and gasped at the sight of grotesque slashes across his back and arms. “Loki… what… who did this to you” you seethed, lightly tracing the slashes, observing the poorly healed cuts and infections.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Loki whispered brokenly, avoiding your gaze and trying to hide how much pain he was in. The God of Mischief grimaced in pain as you pressed your finger against a cut and watched infected pus pool out of it.

“Try me,” you whispered to him, standing from the sofa and walking into the kitchen before returning with a healing kit, sitting beside Loki again and beginning to cover his back with healing salve.

Loki hesitated but when he saw that you were serious, he began to tell you everything. About his fall, about Thanos, about the Infinity Stone controlling him and the torture he was put under for the majority of the year that he’d been missing. All the way through his explanation, you let him speak and pressed loving kisses to his forehead when you could. When he was done, you pulled him close to you and allowed him to cry.

“Shh,” you whispered to him, lovingly tracing your fingers through his hair, “you’re safe, Loki, you’re safe.”

Loki leaned into your comfort, his body trembling from the pain of the salve healing his back, seeking more of your comfort. Still, the trauma of what he went through haunted his mind. “But… what if… what if I’m not?” Loki whispered weakly, “Thanos, he… he’s horrible! Terrifying! Worse than anybody we’ve thought of before as being wicked!”

“You’re safe,” you answered, pressing a kiss to Loki’s brow, holding him close to you, allowing him to curl further into your chest, “as long as we are together then we will protect each other. Do not fret, you are so safe.”

Shortly after that, Loki had fallen asleep and you’d needed to magically carry him to the bedroom and cover him. Now, however, you awoke and Loki was nowhere to be found. Startled, you rose out of bed and searched everywhere before finding that the door leading out to the top of the waterfall was open.

Outside, you found Loki sat in the water, staring up at Vanaheim’s constellations, his eyes vacant and sad. As you approached, he flinched and a dagger formed in his hand but when he realised that it was you, he relaxed and muttered, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s natural, with your amount of trauma, Loki,” you whispered, sitting on the bank close to him, following his gaze up to the constellations, “what are you doing out here, late at night?”

The God gazed over at you with a lost expression on his face before he whispered, “couldn’t really sleep. Nightmares.”

You nodded and with a slow movement, you were sitting beside him in the cold water of the river, listening to the rush of the water going over the edge and landing below. You rested your head on his shoulder and held his hand tight in your own with a soft smile as you whispered, “you’re so safe, Loki, we have each other, you’re so, so safe.”

You heard Loki release a broken sob but said nothing, knowing that while he had your support, he also needed to fix his mental state on his own too. The God of Mischief was broken but you knew with time, he would find a new type of normal.

“I half expect the Bifrost to open and Thor to take me by my neck to Asgard, to my death,” Loki admitted quietly after several minutes in silence, “I miss my brother, Y/N, the brother he was when we were little. Not the brute he became.”

You nodded and gently brushed your thumb over his hand, just listening to his admissions. Loki appreciated your silence, your understanding that he just needed to talk, he just needed to feel like he was safe.

“I’ll never see him again, nor will I see mother,” he continued, tears in his eyes as he stared up at the star that he knew was the realm of Asgard, his home and the place that rejected him, “I wish I could say I was sorry to her, my sweet mother. She never did anything wrong.”

That’s when Loki embraced you, pulling you into his lap and pressing a kiss to your forehead before pointing up to Asgard’s star. “Perhaps, upon the day of Odin’s death, I shall return to my brother and my mother,” he whispered, his eyes full of hope for that future.

“Perhaps,” you responded with a soft smile, cuddling into his warmth before you began to shiver. “But for now,” you grinned, “back to bed, it’s cold.”

Loki chuckled and stood from the water, gathering you bridal style in his arms before walking down back into the house.

Glancing out at the sky over Loki’s shoulder, you glared at the blackness of the sky, swearing revenge on Thanos for what he did to your beloved. Little did you know, he was glaring right back at you.

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[holdmytesseract]

Catch Me If You Can

Jotun!King!Loki x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: You and Loki play a little 'game' in the forests of Asgard.

Warnings: hide and seek? chasing? handcuffs? thirst, swear words, fluff, spice and very suggestive smut, of course - because it's for LGG ;)

Word Count: 2,2k

a/n: If I remeber correctly, it's @lokisgoodgirl 's birthday today. 😁 Therefore, I wrote a lil' something - and I know that you love this AU, so... Happiest of Birthdays, my wonderful, talented, beautiful friend! I love you! 🥰❤️

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The wooden ground beneath your feet rustled and crunched; aching a bit underneath your weight. Your steps were precise. Almost calculated. No twig snapped or cracked - luckily. Every wrong step could give you away. You had to be fast and quiet.

A cakewalk.

You stopped a second to look up in the sky, which was almost impossible. High, thick trees shielded your view. But there was no doubt... It would get dark soon. Time was running out.

Your breath was laboured; left your lips in small clouds of smoke.

It got cold.

You didn't feel the coldness, though. Your body was heated, due to the running and high adrenaline level within your system. Hot blood pumped through your veins.

The sheer inaudible sound of a breaking twig caused your head to snap behind you.

Nothing. Yet.

You quickly found your focus again, adjusted the sword, which was strapped to your back and kept on running; quietly cursing underneath your breath. You had worked hard for this advantage - and now you had squandered it.

He was close. You could tell. You weren't stupid. And if you'd make one wrong step now or stop, you were sure that he'd catch you. Something you couldn't allow to happen.

As you were running, your brain worked hard to choose the right path - which wasn't easy. The forest was huge - and yet he had 'found' you that quick. As if you were a wounded animal; leaking blood in the ocean. And he was the shark, smelling the blood. You needed a plan. Right now.

The gears in your head started to turn and when you passed by an all too familiar glade, it fell like scales from your eyes. Of course! Why didn't I think earlier of this!

If you can't outrun him, let him outrun you.

You smirked; quickly making a sharp left turn.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings ahead and when you spotted the huge fir, which had been split by lightning, you smiled.

Exactly where I wanted to lure him.

You looked behind you for a moment; swearing that you saw something blue flash between the trees.

Got you.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Intentionally, you slowed your tempo; let him get closer - until you could practically feel his presence behind you.

You stopped at an old oak - exactly the one you had to stop; pretending to catch your breath. But your eyes kept on roaming the area around you. There was nothing. No one to be seen.

And then everything happened fast.

He literally came out of nowhere, big, blue, veiny hands winding themselves around your waist like a tendril, before bulging muscles tore you (gently) to the cold, moist mossy ground. You knew it was going to happen, but nevertheless you didn’t see it coming.

"Got you, my queen."

You shook your head; giggling. It wasn't quite easy to tame yourself at the sight of your husband looking so dashing in the slowly sinking sun - but somehow, you managed.

A dark velvet voice purred from above you.

Loki was hovering over your laying body. His hands pinned your wrists to the ground; holding them in a firm but not painful grip. Your legs were secured between his knees; powered by the warrior's strong legs. The leather of his loincloth strained against the king's thick thighs.

His abs clenched with every sharp breath he took; hot breath fanning against your face.

"You wish, my king. What do you dream about at night?"

"Mhh," you purred.

A deep chuckle rumbled through Loki's chest; a few strands of curly raven hair falling into his face. "Mostly you, darling... And the sinful sounds leaving those pretty lips whenever I worship the holy temple your body is."

You had to swallow hard, in order to not squirm or squeak up at his words. His charming, tempting words never failed to affect you - and you had a hard time trying to not let it show right now.

Now wasn't the right time to give in to his seductive words. Loki could be a mischievous scamp - and you knew exactly that he would use his silver-tongue to trick you into losing. But not today. Time to beat him at his own game.

You bit your lip and stared directly into his beautiful ruby eyes. "Tempting. As always..." You pulled him into a passionate kiss; lips moving against his, teeth clashing.

You kept on biting, nibbling and sucking on his lips, when you started to move. With your hands firmly tangled around his neck, you managed to stand up; forcing your husband to get on his feet as well. Loki's palms glided over your back to settle on your ass; squeezing the supple flesh and yanking your hips into his. You couldn't help the small moan which slipped past your opened lips; feeling Loki latch on your pulse point.

The Jotun king's eyes fluttered shut. A moan threatened to leave his throat, but you swallowed it whole by even depending the kiss.

Once Loki was completely lost in the little make out session, you acknowledged that the time had come for you to turn the tables.

Focus, Y/N, focus.

You brought his mouth back on yours, before you started to back him up. Only a few more steps...

"...but your silver-tongue won't save you this time, my king. You won't win this game."

Right after your words had left your lips - and Loki confused, he stepped inside the trap you had build decades ago. A rope slung itself around his ankles and brought the hunky warrior to his knees, before pulling him off the ground. The trap was reckless; didn't show any mercy and caused Loki to end up hanging upside down on a tree, above the ground; dangling helplessly back and forth.

While Loki yelped up in surprise, you just giggled and stepped closer. "Told you so, my love." You tapped the space between his strong pecs with your hand; feeling the dark, fine hair which grew there tickling your palm. Loki was way too stunned to answer something in that moment. He just stared at you, then at your hand and back.

"Tag, you're it!" You giggled with a wink and turned on your heels to run away.

All you heard was a loud groan of your husband, followed by his voice calling out to you. "Little minx! Just you wait until I have freed myself!"

It took Loki longer than you expected to free himself from the little trap you had lured him into. It gave you just enough time to complete the plan you had forged inside your head to walk victorious out of that little playful game of tag and hide and seek.

And now that the tables had turned, time was on your side. Not much longer and the sun would be replaced by the moon; announcing your victory.

Checking your surroundings one last time, you started to climb a big, high oak and settled on a strong branch; leaning against the stem. This tree was perfect to hide yourself in. Thick with leafs to keep you shielded from Loki's view but not thick enough to keep him shielded from your view. You smiled to yourself. The victory is mine.

Time passed - and was running out for Loki. While he made use of all his hunting and tracking abilities, you were literally enjoying yourself up in the tree; watching a few wild animals and listened to the bird's songs.

You had gained enough distance and left the perfect amount of clues for your husband to find you just when the sun was about to set.

He may be the best hunter and warrior of Jotunheim - but Asgard is my playground, you thought to yourself with a smirk, as you watched him approach you through your binocular.

You watched your husband's head snap into your direction; fierce ruby eyes scanning the area. He froze in all his movements for a moment; just listening and observing, before he started to walk straight towards the tree you were hiding in.

You prepared yourself for the final step of your plan; getting into position and loosening the rope attached to your belt.

When Loki was in earshot, you reached above yourself and broke a twig into two, gaining his attention. After all, you needed to make sure that he was walking past this oak.

He took the bait.

Smirking, you climbed into position and directed your gaze beneath you. The king had learned to move quietly as well, but nevertheless you could hear his heavy boots crushing the small twigs and leafs underneath their weight. After all, he was taller, stronger and bulkier than you.

His steps got closer and closer, until he was right underneath the branch you were sitting on - and that was your sign.

You jumped - and landed directly on your husband.

The force of your jump swept the Jotun king off his feet, causing him to land on his butt with a yelp for the second time today. Loki didn't hurt himself, but was way too shocked at what just happened to react. When his brain finally caught up, you had already tied the rope you carried with you around his wrists. Makeshift cuffs.

"Got you, my king," you said with a smile; copying his words. "Again, might I add." You winked at Loki; standing up.

The king sighed and shook his head. "What a tragedy... The best warrior of Jotunheim, defeated by a woman... But your victory is highly deserved. You always had the upper hand."

Loki stayed quite for a moment, before he gazed up at you and gave you a smouldering look, accompanied by a sly smirk. "I came here to win, but..." He inhaled deeply; licking his lips. "Losing to you, my darling wife is so much more fun..." He wiggled his eyebrows and lifted his cuffed hands.

He really likes this.

You giggled and bit your lip. "Uhh, does the powerful king of Jotunheim likes being cuffed?" A dark, sexy chuckle left Loki's lips, which almost caused your knees to buckle. "If it's by his queen, then yes." An idea formed suddenly in your mind at his words. You smiled.

"Be careful what you wish for, husband," you leaned down to whisper into Loki's ears. It sent a shiver down his spine. You could tell.

You reached for the loose end of the rope and tucked at it. "Stand up, prisoner. Time to bring you back where you belong to." You winked at your husband; telling him subtly to play along, if he wished to - and he did. Following your orders, he stood up. "Yes, my queen."

You led him through the Asgardian woods then, back to the palace. It was pitch-dark when you reached the majestic building. Without further ado, you brought him not to the dungeons, of course, but to your chambers...

As soon as the thick, wooden door fell shut behind you and him, your lips were on his; kissing Loki passionately. With one hand still wrapped tightly around the loose end of the rope and the other resting on the strong muscle of his right pectoral, you pushed him backwards; navigating your husband where you wanted him to be - on the bed. Loki let you, of course; was way too lost in the kiss - until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, causing him to fall back.

Ruby eyes stared up to you as he chuckled. "I see I am back where I belong..." Loki mirrored your words and climbed further onto the soft mattress; smiling smugly. "I like that. Do I get a reward now for all the efforts and exertions I had to endure on this little... chase?"

"A reward?" You asked; rounding the bed.

"Oh yes."

"Hmm..." You hummed in a thinking manner; climbing on the bed, too. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" The question had barely left your lips as your hand landed on his muscular thigh. Loki's eyes snapped to where your palm met his flesh. He grinned.

"Can't you tell, my queen?"

Loki's breath hitched; hips involuntarily bucking.

You knew, of course, exactly what he meant. The tight leather loincloth around his hips didn't leave much... space after all.

"Oh, I can tell, prisoner. It's quite obvious, but..." You let your hand glide upwards; ghosting shortly over the obvious evidence.

"I'd like to hear you say it," you purred.

You smiled; pushed him back on his back. "And what would you like as a reward?" "Untie my hands and I'll show you." Loki winked.

Loki took a deep breath; smirking. "Mhhh, a woman who knows what she wants... I like that, too." He adjusted himself on the bed; tried to seductively lay on his side - which wasn't easy being handcuffed.

"May I receive an reward for my fearless bravery?"

Biting your lip, you climbed on top of Loki; settling on his lap - which caused an almost obscene groan to leave his lips.

"No."

Your answer was short and strict and before Loki could blink or even react, he found himself cuffed to the big, comfortable bed; wrists strapped to the bedpost.

"You see, prisoner... I won this little game. Fair and square. So, this..." You gestured towards him, then placed your pointer finger on the skin between his pecs; slowly running it down his chest and abs. "This is my reward. Tonight, I am in control."

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Presenting Our Rightful Jötunn King…Loki

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Collapsing into the Arms of Chaos (Loki X Female Reader)

Summary: ⚔︎ The house of Odin has been inspiring the deadly reign of the Midgardian Vikings for hundreds of years.

With clan after clan brought under their brutal rule with no end in sight, Loki begins to resent his role when yet another bloody siege on your village leaves your clan devastated.

In a brash disagreement with Odin that wounds Loki, he banishes himself to your village, arriving as an injured mysterious outsider, where your paths cross and intertwine as you reluctantly heal him.

In a stark pact to save his life and yours, you marry. Will you discover your new husband is the dark god responsible in part for inspiring the Vikings in their deadly raids?

How long can Loki hide who he really is, and at what price?

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