#and every now and then he suddenly changes into some animals or his jotun form giving his family heart attacks
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Predator to Prey, Chapter 1
Loki has been banished to Midgard, trapped in a forest that he can’t leave from. He turns into his Jotun form every night. The locals from a nearby town believe there’s a monster in the forest, so send girls in as a sacrifice and he takes great pleasure in their gifts. But one day, Loki comes across a wolf that he befriends... But she is no ordinary wolf.
Warnings: Non-con elements (but not the focus of the story)
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The woman grabbed her torn clothes and used what was left of them to hold against her body as she rushed for the door. But Loki was already there, opening it for her with a big grin on his face.
‘It was a pleasure to meet you, darling. Be sure to tell all your friends.’ He called after her with a chuckle as she ran out of his cottage and into the depths of the forest.
Loki leaned against the door-frame, in all of his blue naked glory, and watched her run away. With a growl he went back inside and slammed the door shut behind him. He always wanted a drink after having his fun, so he grabbed some whiskey from the cabinet in the corner of the room and sat down.
That was the third woman this week that had been offered up to him as a sacrifice. The locals must be getting fearful, he thought, surely they were thinking he was the cause of the really dry yet cold weather lately that was causing their crops to die.
For the last two years, since he had been banished to this godforsaken forest, the locals in a nearby town quickly made up rumours about a monster living in their forest that needed to be appeased with female offerings.
They were usually always willing enough… until he got started on them. He smirked to himself as he sipped his whiskey. It wasn’t cold enough so he turned the glass to ice.
When the sun went down at night, he turned into his Jotun form whether he wanted to or not. And he wouldn’t change back until sunrise, so he always made sure that the sacrifices were gone by then. If anyone saw him in his natural form they would think he was just an ordinary man, which wouldn’t do at all. Because where was the fun in that?
And he was certainly no ordinary man.
The sun started to rise just as he was finishing his whiskey. As the sunlight came in the window, his skin changed back to his usual colour and the markings all over his body vanished. He cracked his neck to each side and sighed.
He was getting bored. The only highlight of his week was when he did get someone sent to him. Another was whenever the almighty Odin would send an Asgardian slave down every fortnight to check on him and bring him plenty of supplies. Since he was unable to leave the forest boundaries.
Loki still had all of his powers, though. He was just unable to lift the curse that Odin had placed upon him. No matter how hard he tried or how much potions he tried to conjure up to counteract it, nothing worked. But he would bide his time, wait until he found a weakness in Odin’s spell and get his revenge.
Standing up he stretched out his limbs and decided to go out hunting. Whilst he got plenty of supplies sent to him, especially from Frigga, it wasn’t enough for his appetite. Especially with the extra rigorous exercise he was getting on a weekly basis. So he often went hunting, made use of the land and what it had to offer.
As he made his way out the door, he used his Seidr to put on his armour and made sure he had plenty of his throwing daggers with him. Then he made his way through the large forest.
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With four rabbits slung over Loki’s shoulder, he started to head back home. He was a few miles away, that was the only good thing about the forest, it was huge so there was plenty to explore.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a faint whimpering sound coming from his left, off track. Frowning, he turned and went towards the sound.
When he pushed through some bushes he stopped again, slightly confused at what he saw. Lying against a large rock, was a wolf. But not an ordinary wolf, she looked larger than the average ones. And she was beautifully jet black with touches of grey on her back.
A low growl came from her when she saw Loki, her head went down a bit and she didn’t take her eyes off him.
Loki wondered for a moment why she wasn’t fleeing from him, but then he noticed she was holding her front leg funny. It looked broken.
He wasn’t one for liking Midgardians, but the animals he did like. Whether that was to eat or observe. Wolves were one of those animals he was always fascinated with. Though the ones on Midgard were usually smaller than those found on Asgard, but this was one was certainly different.
Not one for seeing a magnificent, dangerous creature like a wolf in pain, he moved in closer. But the wolf started snarling, showing her pearly whites at him.
‘I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to help. You won’t be able to do much with a broken leg.’ He spoke softly and crouched down to make himself look less intimidating.
The wolf was curious, wondering why he would want to help her. But his voice was weirdly soothing and his demeanour didn’t seem like he wanted to hurt her. But she was still on guard, growling low.
Loki moved in a little closer and reached out towards her, but she snapped towards his hand in warning. Snarling again.
‘Now, now. Stop that.’ He chastised firmly, and actually tapped her nose, startling her.
The wolf was surprised that he wasn’t scared of her. But that made her more wary of him. Especially when he then reached behind him.
But she started sniffing when he pulled a rabbit out from behind him and tossed it down on front of her. She was hungry, she hadn’t eaten in almost a day because of her injured leg. So she started to gobble up the rabbit.
Loki made use of her being distracted with the rabbit to gently put his hand over her leg. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his Seidr, sending healing energy into her leg and fixing her broken bones.
The pain of her bones moving made her whimper and bark. She was about to snap at him again but Loki was already finished and she suddenly felt no pain in her leg.
He sat back on his heels and watched as the wolf jumped up to her feet. She looked confused when she looked at her leg, then to Loki. But she was still eyeing him up warily.
‘That’s all I wanted to do, help you.’ Loki said as he put his hands up in defence and slowly got up to his feet, taking a step back.
The wolf grumbled low and picked up the rabbit she had been feasting on. With one last glance at Loki, she turned and ran off.
‘You’re welcome.’ Loki chuckled to himself.
He slung the remaining rabbits over his shoulder and carried on his way. ‘Good deed for the century done.’ He said to himself with a smile.
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That evening Loki was reading by the fire, he was engrossed in his book but was pulled out from it when he sensed movement outside. Making a mental note of what page he was on, he put his book down and got up.
His senses were on high alert as he cautiously made his way over to the window to take a look. One of his daggers formed in his hand by his side as he looked out, but there was no sign of anyone. Still unsure, he went to the door and slowly opened it.
‘Who’s there?’
Movement to the right caught his eye, but when he looked over his eyes widened. It was the wolf from earlier, she had been hiding behind the log pile but made a dart for the trees after being spotted.
He frowned, his dagger disappearing from his hand upon learning what it was that was lurking around outside. He had been half tempted to run after her, but decided against it. Because the sun was just going down and as it did, his skin turned blue and he turned into his Jotun form.
‘Odd creature.’ He hummed to himself as he watched the wolf disappear through the trees.
When he went back inside, he had a feeling that wouldn’t be the last he would be seeing of the mysterious wolf.
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Trust in Me Ch13
Here’s the latest chapter! I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas :)
Thor had every reason to be worried.
He knew his brother would not die, not while his quick wit was still around. However, Thor knew what would become of Loki should he grow weak. During Loki’s interrogation on Asgard, Odin put him through countless trials, testing his strength and stealth; as Loki grew weaker, his heritage began to show. Glimmers of blue could be found in the cracks of his constructed, composed appearance.
Thor had shared the information about Loki’s heritage with Bruce, purely for medical reasons. Tony had often queried why Loki appeared cold on Friday’s scans, but Thor always shook off the questions.
But now, as Thor watched over his brother’s sleeping form, he could see the signature Jotun etchings making themselves visible on Loki’s skin.
Once the team arrived back at the tower Loki was rushed straight to the medical wing. Bruce had summarised that while Loki had lost a lot of blood, it was not enough to kill a God. Loki would just be weakened for a few days, maybe a week.
The team left Loki to rest, Natasha and Steve were suspicious of Loki’s altering appearance but the concerned look on Thor’s face kept them quiet.
Thor was left alone to sit with his brother.
“I’m not sure if you can hear me brother. But you’ve always said that my voice is so loud, it would disturb those resting in Valhalla.” Thor chuckled.
Thor watched as his brother slowly turned a darker shade of azure. “I know how you get when confronted with your past. But you have made such progress brother, do not let this put you back in your shell.”
Thor had watched his brother flourish in recent weeks. Loki had become comfortable enough to take part in group discussions. He had willingly made friends, taken part in group activities, he was even smitten with a beautiful young woman. But when confronted with the truth of his birth, Loki became scared. Like a wild animal backed into a corner, Loki felt the judgemental gaze of those around him; surrounding and suffocating him, and when backed into a corner Loki always fought his way out.
Whether it be with knives or words dripping in venom, Loki could strike the most damning of blows. That was what Thor feared, he worried his brother would lash out at the wrong person.
Thor held Loki’s hand, knowing the trickster would never allow him to do so when conscious, praying that the worst would not come.
Y/N was worried sick when Nat told her what had happened. She rushed past the team, ignoring the knowing glance from some, and the confused looks of few. Before she could knock on the door, it swung open to reveal Thor.
“I heard panicked footsteps, I assumed it was you.” Thor explained upon seeing her startled.
Y/N reached up on the tip of her toes to try and look past Thor’s large frame, “How is he? Can I see him?” She asked.
Thor closed the door behind him, keeping himself and Y/N in the corridor outside Loki’s room.
Y/N looked up confused, “Thor?”
“Would you sit with me a moment?” Thor said, gesturing to the small seating area a little way down the hall.
Y/N nodded, growing more and more panicked by the second. Nat had told her Loki would be okay, but what if that had changed? What if there was something that Bruce had missed in his examination? Why did Thor look so worried?
Thor took a deep breath and began, “What do you know of Loki’s heritage?”
Y/N thought back, “Umm, I know he’s adopted… I remember the name Laufey from the reports during the incident in New York. I assume he’s a relative…?”
Thor nodded, “Laufey is Loki’s birth-father. He was also king of the Jotunheim before Loki killed him.”
Y/N nodded slowly, “He killed his father?” she asked quietly.
“It’s quite complicated. You see, Loki and I had always been raised to think of the Jotuns as the enemy. We were told stories of their monstrous deeds when we were children.”
“I see…but what does that…” Y/N began.
“The Jotun’s have distinctive features, characteristics that Odin demonised. Loki has disguised his Jotun appearance for many years now; but when he’s hurt or weak it begins to show.” Thor explained.
Y/N didn’t question Thor any further and decided she needed to see Loki to understand what was going on. She made her way to his room and slowly opened the door.
What greeted Y/N was surprising but not shocking. She walked over to his bedside and took a good look at him.
He looked beautiful. Loki was always handsome, even when he first woke up dishevelled and disorientated. But this was another type of beauty; his skin was a beautiful shade of blue, like a thin layer of ice over a clear lake. His skin was marked with intricate patterns, they seemed tribal yet elegant. It would appear that in any from Loki looked regal, a born prince.
She reached out to hold his hand, slightly startled by how cold he was. She looked to Thor for explanation.
“Jotun’s run much colder than we do.” He offered.
Y/N thought back to the countless times Loki had felt cold under her touch, why had she never questioned it?
“This form of his,” she started, “how does Loki feel about this?”
Thor sighed, “I’m afraid Loki has never accepted his heritage. He will be embarrassed having been seen in this form. So I beg you, if you are frightened then…”
“Frightened?” She interrupted, “Why would he frighten me?”
The innocence of her question and the confusion in her eyes put Thor at ease. Thor could relax knowing she wouldn’t run away from his brother. Thor had wrongly judged the Tatum girl, he could see that now.
They sat by Loki’s bedside for the rest of the night, waiting for the prince to wake up. It was only when Loki’s skin returned to its usual appearance, signalling his growing strength, that Y/N allowed herself to sleep.
Loki woke up early the next morning, he felt groggy, but the sight of the tower’s walls relaxed him. He was certain he would never admit that out loud.
He looked to his left and saw his brother, back against the wall, head tilted back and snoring. Loki could not help but smirk, knowing his brother would lose a fair few admirer if they saw him in this state.
Loki then glanced to his right and smiled instantly. There sat his little companion, wrapped in her blanket, and curled up into an uncomfortable looking ball. Her book on Norse mythology lay half open on the armrest.
As if sensing his presence, she began to stir. Upon seeing his smiling face, she leapt up from her seat and sat on the edge of his bed.
“Thank goodness you’re awake.” She fussed over him, stroking the hair away from his eyes.
He chuckled, “I was perfectly fine. The only thing wounded was my pride.”
Y/N curved her brow knowingly, “And your shoulder.”
Loki conceded, “Yes, my shoulder. But I came back.”
She giggled softly, “Yes you did. You kept your promise.” She leant in to give him a gentle kiss on the lips.
Loki lifted his right arm to hold her in place before she could move away. “I’m not made of glass darling, kiss me properly.”
“Your brother is sleeping right over there.” She whispered, her attempts at wriggling away becoming futile.
“Brother you’re awake!” Thor boomed.
Loki rolled his eyes, “Speak of the devil.”
The three of you sat together for some time, Thor boasting about Loki’s heroics on the battlefield. Loki never particularly enjoyed basking in the afterglow of battle quite like his brother, but the proud look in Y/N’s eyes made him feel good. Dare he say it, he felt like a hero.
“You looked so frail brother; I feared your wounds were far worse. But like always you survived!”
Loki chuckled along with them, though his mind chose to focus on his brother’s chosen word, frail.
“But look at you, back to your usual mischievous self. We can add this to the list of stories we have Loki…”
“Back?” Loki interrupted, “Back to my usual self? What does that mean?”
Thor looked like a deer caught in headlights, “Well I just meant…”
“What exactly was I before I returned to my usual mischievous self?” Loki demanded.
Y/N was uncomfortable with the quick change in atmosphere, but she did not wish to lie to Loki. It’s better he knows now what they saw, rather than find out further down the line.
“When you were sleeping, you were in your Jotun form.” Y/N admitted.
Y/N had yet to see Loki angry. She had seen him annoyed or perturbed, but never angry. She feared that was about to change now.
Loki’s face suddenly went blank, devoid of all emotion; Thor sighed knowing what was to come. His brother concealed his emotions when enraged; then, like the crack of a whip, the pain and aggression would come out in one fell swoop.
“Leave Thor.” Loki spoke with little emotion.
“Brother please…” Thor began to plead.
“Get out!”
Y/N flinched at Loki’s shout and looked to Thor for guidance on how to handle the situation. But Thor knew better than to question his brother in this state. Instead, Y/N watched Thor’s retreating form, leaving her with her angry God.
After a minute, maybe two, Loki spoke. “You too.”
She almost misheard him; he spoke so quietly. “Loki can we not discuss this?”
“Discuss what?” Loki snapped, “Discuss my monstrous from? Discuss how disgusted you are?”
Y/N shook her head quickly and reached for his hand, “You could never disgust me Loki. Thor explained the misconception of the Jotuns…”
Loki rolled his eyes and chuckled darkly, “There are no misconceptions, Thor is foolishly attempting to put you at ease. We are monsters, Y/N, and you’re a fool to think otherwise.”
His words were beginning to cut her, but she stayed strong, she wouldn’t let him think this way of himself.
“Loki, I do not believe you’re a monster…” she began, but Loki cut her off.
“What do you get out of this? Are you hoping to improve your own image?” He sneered, his voice rising as he spoke. “The innocent young maiden who managed to tame a beast, is that what you want them all to think!?”
“Loki please.” She pleaded, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
“You’re like the rest of them, craving approval from you’re betters. Get out my sight.” He demanded, ripping his hand out of her grip.
Y/N felt heartbroken, but she would not anger him even more. She grabbed her book and blanket and quietly left the room. She stood in the hallway, for some time, not entirely sure what to do now. Despite his cruel words, she did not want to leave him. That was when Y/N spotted the chairs she and Thor had previously sat on, just a small distance from the room Loki was resting in.
So, in a matter of minutes, Y/N grabbed a cushion and some snacks from her apartment. She pushed the two chairs together to form a make-shift bed and she printed out various articles on the Jotunheim.
Loki had barely moved since Y/N left. Once the door closed behind her, Loki allowed the tears he had been holding back to fall. She had finally seen the monster.
He knew she would eventually learn of his heritage, but Loki had wanted more time. A few more months, or maybe a year, where she could see him as good. Now it was too late. If his form hadn’t frightened her off, then the cruel words he spoke to her would have scared her away.
How he regretted those words.
Loki had spewed out some truly despicable words throughout his life, his aim was always to cut a wound too deep to heal. But he took no enjoyment in speaking to Y/N the way he did, he just felt guilt. How could she ever trust him again?
Loki had lain in his hospital bed for four days now, ignoring the food that Bruce had brought in for him. His guilt had dulled his appetite. He looked a sorry state when Clint came to see him.
“I uh, hope I’m not disturbing.” The archer said awkwardly, hesitantly walking into the room.
Loki raised his brow in surprise, “You’re the last person I expected to visit.”
Clint looked down, almost ashamedly, “I should have been the first person to visit.”
Loki’s expression of confusion didn’t alter, “You saved my life out there.” Clint clarified.
Loki shook his head and sat up in his bed, “I ruined your life. This was a meagre attempt to make up for it.”
Clint was surprised by the trickster’s honesty, “You’ve been trying. I’ve noticed you helping out around the tower, making friends. I haven’t exactly made your stay here easy.”
Clint was aware of Loki’s efforts, but his experience with the God had taught him not to give second chances. After the recent mission though, Clint reflected on the many second chances he had given. He had willingly accepted Bucky into the tower, he had all but recruited Wanda himself. Hell, his greatest friendship was born from him giving a young Russian spy a second chance.
“Your feelings about me are justified.” Loki offered.
Clint would not accept that, “Perhaps we should start from scratch.”
They both nodded in acceptance, happy to continue on a clean slate.
“So, you turn blue… is that like some Avatar shit? You haven’t got a tail, have you?” Clint asked.
Loki’s dark mood returned, “I am unfamiliar with this ‘Avatar,’ but it is not something I wish to discuss.
Clint nodded in understanding, “Is that why she’s sat out there?”
Loki looked up at the archer, confused but hopeful, “She?”
“Y/N. She’s set up camp outside the room, she’s been there for three days now” Clint clarified.
Loki didn’t know what to say. Had she really waited for him?
Clint sensed that Loki needed some privacy, “I’ll leave you to it. Don’t leave her out there too long, okay? She looks sadder by the day.”
Clint left Loki to his thoughts. The God couldn’t understand why you would stay; he had been cruel and irrational, he didn’t deserve your concern.
Curiosity got the better of Loki, he jumped out of bed and walked quietly to the door. The window in the corridor presented him with the night sky. Under the faint lights of the hallway, Loki found her. She was sleeping in a position that can’t have been comfortable, her hair was slightly dishevelled, and her blanket had the remnants of empty food wrappers. Had she not eaten properly in three days?
On the floor next to her lay what appeared to be paperwork; Loki knelt to pick up the discarded papers. They were articles on the Jotunheim, many of them discussing ancient traditions, others analysing the anatomy and appearance.
Loki could have cried at her concern, she truly wasn’t scared of him; in fact, she wanted to know more about him.
Loki had been a damned fool. He rested his head on her lap and whispered, “I’m so sorry.”
With the weight of his head on her lap, Y/N stirred awake.
“Loki! What are you doing out of bed?” She asked, combing her fingers through his hair.
When he looked up, he saw nothing but concern in those delicate features.
“Please forgive me. Those words… I didn’t mean them, please.” Loki rambled, choking back a sob.
She silenced him with a gentle kiss to his forehead, “It’s okay.”
Loki shook his head, he had received too much forgiveness in one day, he didn’t feel he deserved any of it. “It’s not okay. You cannot allow me to treat you that way.”
Y/N moved in her seat and took hold of his hand. “I am not okay with what you said… I won’t deny it hurt. What I mean to say is, I understand where it came from.”
He took hold of her; his arms wrapped around her tightly, as if this one precious thing in his life could disappear into a puff of smoke.
“Let’s get you back to bed.” Y/N insisted.
Loki moved, keeping one arm around her. “Will you stay?” He asked, his eyes looked afraid, worried she may come to her senses and reject him.
She smiled up at him, “Always.”
They lay in the hospital bed together. Their pasts would always come back to haunt them every now and then; but the knowledge that they had each other, made those moments more bearable.
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Predator to Prey, Chapter 9
TITLE: Predator to Prey
CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 9
AUTHOR: fanficshiddles
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki lives in exile on Midgard in a forest, he can’t leave the boundary. But every night when the sun goes down he turns into his Jotun form until the sun rises again. He meets a wolf one day and befriends her, gains her trust. But the wolf is no ordinary wolf…
RATING: M
Loki was gobsmacked. He was in such disbelief that Akelia was… Not a wolf. She was… Human? Then part of him was kicking himself for not realising it. Everything made sense now.
Akelia looked like a deer in headlights. Her eyes were wide, face as white as a sheet.
Loki noticed her glancing towards the bedroom. In a split second she tried to bolt for said door, but Loki was too quick and managed to strike for her like a snake.
He grabbed her and pinned her against the wall, a hand at her neck and the other planted firmly against the wall next to her head. Fear flooded her eyes as she looked between his.
She tried to change back to her wolf form, but Loki caught on and squeezed her neck.
‘Ah, ah, ah. Don’t even think about it, I will just force you back again.’ He warned.
Loki felt her gulping and she stopped trying to change. Loki’s grip eased off, but he kept his hand in place so she knew not to try anything.
‘You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, pet. Are you going to behave if I let you go?’
‘Yes.’ She nodded slightly, her voice was a little croaky and quiet.
Loki slowly let go of her and took a step back. His eyes flitted down her body, suddenly remembering she was naked.
‘Here.’ He conjured up his cape and handed it to her.
She wrapped the large green cape around her, glad to finally have something to cover up with. Loki motioned to the sofa.
He could tell that she was scared, he felt a little bad for scaring her. Perhaps he had come on a bit aggressive. But his mind was racing with so many questions. He also felt a little betrayed. He had shared his home and food with her, after all. And she was hiding such a big secret.
Even though he had felt all along that there was more to her…
Loki didn’t sit down, he stood on front of her, towering over her in such an intimidating manner that Akelia wanted the ground to swallow her up.
‘Can you shapeshift into anything, or just a wolf?’ Loki asked.
‘Just… a wolf.’ She whispered.
Loki frowned, her voice sounded sore. He backed away and went to get a glass of water for her. She was grateful and gave him a half smile when he handed the glass to her.
He nibbled on his thumbnail while she drank the water. He was anxious to know more, to know everything. But he had to be patient with her.
‘I’m sorry’ She started with. ‘My voice… when I am a wolf for so long, my voice takes a while to come back.’ She croaked.
‘Don’t apologise.’ Loki sat down next to her.
‘I… I never meant for you to find out.’ She looked down at the glass in her lap, too nervous to look him in the eye.
‘Why ever not?’
She shrugged. ‘I just… I feel more comfortable as a wolf. I don’t trust anyone. Until… You…’
Loki felt his heart sink a little. He could tell by the way she was speaking and the look of her, that she had been hurt before. Her trust in people had been broken.
‘Where are you from? Were you born able to turn into a wolf?’
‘I was born here, on Earth. The next town over… I was cursed as a baby, apparently. That gave me this gift of turning into a wolf. But the curse side is that it exhausts me whenever I change. It takes a lot out of me… But you changing me didn’t seem to do so.’ Her voice was still croaky but it was starting to get better the more she talked.
‘You were cursed?’ Loki raised an eyebrow.
She nodded. ‘Seemingly the village I lived in wanted to expand. To do so, my father led the villagers to expand across the forest that was beside it. The protector of the forest wasn’t happy, kept warning everyone. But my father ignored the warnings and carried on. So then, the protector placed a curse upon me and turned me into a wolf.’
‘Then what happened?’
‘I couldn’t control it when I was a baby. I kept randomly changing into a wolf cub. I was tired all the time because of it. My parents then… sent me away. I don’t remember much about when I was younger, it’s what I’ve been told. The earliest I remember is growing up on Natuheim with who I thought were my parents.’ She said sadly.
‘It’s a beautiful realm.’ Loki said.
He’d been there before, when he was younger. Odin had taken him and Thor along once. It was the realm of nature. A beautiful planet full of wildlife. Those that lived there had learned to co-exist with the animals there. The people were just guests. He imagined it was the perfect place for her to grow up, especially while learning to control how to change forms.
She nodded. ‘Yeah… It is. But it wasn’t my real home. They lied to me all my life.’
Loki breathed out heavily. ‘Well, I know the feeling.’
Akelia looked up at him as he looked back at her. They both felt their hearts breaking for one another. Akelia had listened many nights while Loki told her all about his past. They were rather alike…
‘How did you get back here?’ Loki asked.
Akelia took another sip of her water before continuing. ‘I sneaked onto a ship that was leaving Natuheim. Had no idea where it was going, but then it got attacked and raided. I was taken onto another ship and ended up on a planet called Sakaar.’
Loki felt his stomach drop.
‘You were on Sakaar?’
She nodded.
Loki felt like he was going to be sick. He had been there before… Never again. He knew that a young woman as beautiful as her won’t have had an easy ride there. He dreaded to think what happened to her while she was there, and he wasn’t really sure if he wanted to know.
‘It was… horrible. I kept my wolf side hidden because I heard about The Grandmasters champion, I didn’t want to be chucked into the arena. No doubt to be killed. Someone from Vanaheim befriended me. I put my trust into him and we were close to escaping the planet. But he betrayed me. I then went a bit… mad. I turned into the wolf and fought my way out, managed to steal a spaceship and I just put it into hyperdrive and… I passed out, I don’t know what happened. When I woke, the ship had run out of fuel and was just kind of floating around in space. I thought that was it, but then a group of people came along and saved me. They took me here, to Earth. Then carried on their journey. Until you, they were the nicest people I’d met and I was only with them for less than an hour.’
‘You’re very lucky you managed to escape from Sakaar. Not a lot manage to get away from there and live to tell the tale.’ Loki said with a lump in his throat, feeling relieved she had indeed managed to get away.
‘I know… I was stuck there for about five years. Though at least it felt shorter there, cause of the weird time thing they have going on.’ She looked down at the glass in her hands again.
‘Why didn’t you tell me that you’re human?’ Loki asked.
She took a moment before answering. ‘I just… I don’t trust people. I found that being a wolf everyone was just scared of me and respected me. They didn’t try and hurt or belittle me. I found it was just… easier. Safer. After two years of being a wolf I kind of just forgot that I was human. When you helped me with my leg, it was a kindness I hadn’t had in a long time. I was curious too, because I knew you weren’t human.’
‘But you didn’t quite trust me enough to tell me about this?’ Loki asked, trying not to sound too hurt.
‘No… I do… I do trust you.’ She said, looking up at him. ‘I was just worried you wouldn’t want anything to do with me as a human. I mean, you don’t exactly seem to like them from what you’ve told me.’ She said quietly.
Loki rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. ‘I guess I have been speaking bad of mortals.’
‘I’ve just become too comfortable and safe as a wolf.’ She said.
Loki nodded in understanding.
‘What’s your real name?’ He asked.
‘It’s Maryanne. But I don’t like it.’
‘Well, shall I continue to call you Akelia?’ Loki chuckled.
‘Yeah.’ She nodded and smiled.
‘Akelia it is then.’ He smiled back at her. ‘I do have one, ok maybe a lot of questions. But, that time when you disappeared for a while and returned really down… What was that about?��
Akelia looked down, she didn’t want to talk about it. But she felt that he deserved an answer.
‘I attempted to go and see my real parents again. When I first got back to Earth, I went to see them but they looked so happy and content without me. So I didn’t bother. But after some things you said, I decided to try. But when I went to their door, they were shocked to see me and then told me they didn’t want anything to do with me. That I was a… monster.’
Loki reached over and put his hand over hers, making her jump a little. She looked at him and saw him looking at her with a kindness in his eyes that made her heart melt.
‘One thing I don’t really get is that normally when I shift forms myself, I am exhausted afterwards for a day or so. I have no energy or strength basically. But when you turned me, it was ok.’
Loki raised an eyebrow and hummed, leaning back. ‘Interesting… Perhaps that is part of your curse. If that’s the worst part, then as far as curses go, I’d say you got off rather lightly.’
‘Yeah, I guess so. She is part of me now, I feel more confident and empowered as a wolf. I think I’d be pretty gutted without her.’
Loki nodded. ‘It makes perfect’ He was cut off when there was the sound of someone coming down through the trees. He rushed over to the window to look and saw a few men from the village. He groaned in irritation.
‘Give me a minute.’ He said to Akelia, his armour and daggers forming on him.
‘Change me back. I can deal with them quickly.’ Akelia said eagerly.
‘I don’t think so. You might run off, and we still have a lot more to discuss.’ Loki said firmly.
Akelia sighed and muttered under her breath while Loki went outside to deal with the intruders.
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The Lonely King
CHAPTER 2
Synopsis: Sigyn goes to Jötunheim looking for someone important who has recently gone missing from her soon to be kingdom, Vanaheim. Instead, all she finds is grief, and the Jotun crown prince.
Word count: 2125
Warnings: Mentions of death, grief
Part 1 / Part 2
Loki could hear faint voices outside of the corridor, fading in and out of earshot every once in a while. She was vaguely aware of her own breathing which rung around the room, like a bell toll in her head. Everything was somewhat blurry and her entire body ached. Whatever that prince had done had taken its toll on her, making her mind feel weighted as if it were lead, rather than simply a brain. Perhaps it was some sort of a sleeping spell which inhibited her from thinking properly. She tried to stretch, letting her arms extend above her head and arched her back, letting herself groan a bit. The comforting weight on her chest, both familiar and not, made her smile a bit. So she still had her magic. good.
She sat up against one of the walls, sinking comfortably into the cold stone which encompassed the entire room, save for a glass wall which sealed her comfortably into her little nook. She couldn’t see a conceivable entrance or exit and so she set about wondering how they got her in?
She stood and groaned, her entire body aching in protest, before padding quietly towards the glass which allowed minimal light in. As she looked out upon the rows and rows of cells, she saw them almost completely empty, save for one man towards the end of the cell block. He leered at her, his eyes fixating on her half naked state, enjoying the view. Loki growled and glared, making him flinch back slightly.
She looked in front of her at the glass wall holding her back, trying her hardest to strain to listen for some sort of electric buzz or humming which would indicate that she would get hurt by touching it, and yet nothing. Loki smirked slightly and walked towards the glass, letting her skin steam and feeling the comforting frost spread slowly along the floor. Of course the King hadn’t foreseen having an ice giant in her dungeon. Damn this would be too easy.
And yet, rather than begin climbing up the glass, the frost simply stopped at the foot of the front of her cell, as if hesitant. Loki growled slightly and tried to concentrate on the glass, imagining every single molecule freezing and the wall shattering, and yet nothing seemed to happen whatsoever. The glass stood defiant and frustratingly so.
Loki groaned and turned away, padding back to the end of her cell, hoping that perhaps the lack of light which had previously served as a distraction, would simply allow her to focus more, enough to break one of the walls or perhaps the seeming impenetrable glass.
When she turned back and the glass was still there, she screamed in frustration and went up to the cursed material, battering her fists against it loudly.
“Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!”
She was frustrated, completely out of here element. Sure there were moments where her ice magic hadn’t worked on certain things, but usually those things were a beast on a hunting field she could easily shoot down with a bow and an arrow, but this? This was some sort of enchanted glass which was taunting her at every opportunity it could possibly muster.
She huffed and turned further back into her cage, not wanting the other prisoner leering at her in her state of half dress. This change, and the way she was dressed was normal in Jötunheim, but she wasn’t there anymore, she was in a strange place with strange people.
Loki slid down the wall and sighed, brushing the hair which had gone onto her horns right off, and out of her face. So she was trapped, in a dungeon not on her world, whilst Laufey was dead and Loki had been presumed to be in the same state. Of course they would think she was dead, when did anyone like the King have pity?
So everything would fall to her sibling, young as he was, and she would be left In a dungeon alone. She sighed and shifted, trying to get comfortable in some way on the stiff wall behind her.
Maybe someone would come along and look for her? She remembered when her brother, stupid as he was, had gotten trapped in Asgard against Laufey’s wishes, and still they had gone to save him. But that was her brother. And her father was dead. Waiting surely wouldn’t do anything.
Slowly, ice began to encapsulate the room as Loki got further and further into the recesses of her own mind. What would her funeral look like? The one without a body. Would they cry? Would they mourn? What would her brother do alone? He had always been the immature one, unable to handle the slightest of responsibilities let alone the responsibility of an entire kingdom!
The cold that was encapsulating her cell was a comfort. Like a slice of home. It felt more like her room, with its vast white ceilings of frosted stone and her icy bed, rather than a cell on an alien planet.
She didn’t want to think about her father. That was dangerously overemotional territory that she would be straying into. It wasn’t something to be dwelled on. Even if she did think about it, she knew she wouldn’t be overly upset.
Laufey was somewhat distant in his parenting. Coupled with the fact that Loki had been a ‘runt,’ whereas his second born was a fully formed Jötun had made him somewhat bitter. Sure, Loki was fierce and skilled, sure Loki could turn someone to dust with a simple look and a quick spell, and sure, Loki talked to the people and made sure they were comfortable with her, but Loki was a small. A runt. Even if Loki had held the entirety of Jötunheim in one hand, and fought with the other, Laufey would have found her disappointing. Why? Probably for not for growing a 3rd arm.
Parents were complicated.
She was so lost in her own thoughts that Loki didn’t hear the clicking of heels walking cautiously towards her cell, until she saw a blob of colour in her periphery. She turned her head to be greeted by a pair of striking blue eyes which were staring Loki down. She was tall, for a Vanir, around about the same size as Loki. Her hair seemed to have been hastily styled and there was a wet patch around her shoulder, as if someone had poured half a glass of water over that one specific area.
Loki stood very slowly, stalking over to the glass like a caged animal, with every intention to outstare whomever had decided to bother her. She didn’t want to have to talk with the woman in front of her. In fact she didn’t particularly feel like talking to anyone if she was honest.
“I was sent to check if you were still alive.” The girl said, scanning Loki as if she were something awful that the girl’s shoe had ended up in.
Loki didn’t reply, and simply stared at her blankly. Yes, she could understand Vanir, and yes she could have easily replied in the girl’s language, but for sheer stubbornness, Loki decided that the conversation, should it unfortunately happen, was to happen in Jötun or not at all.
The girl just sighed and rolled her eyes, before turning and starting to walk away. Loki had almost believed that she was leaving, before he saw her stop for a moment, considering something.
“If you understand me,” She said, her words echoing around the empty dungeon, “Then understand that you should be every bit as afraid as your father was when her hand was facing you.”
Loki didn’t reply, and simply watched her walk away.
She would never admit to it until the day she died, but in that moment Loki shivered. And it wasn’t from the cold.
Sigyn wasn’t even sure when she had fallen asleep. It was an odd feeling, to suddenly wake up and realise that at some point you had just nodded off, and still not be able to identify the rough time that sleep had overtaken you. So when she woke up, Sigyn felt an odd inability to place the date or time in that moment. She also felt, for some reason, an unexplained pain in her throat and an unbelievable amount of guilt settling so nastily in the pit of her stomach. There was something preventing her from breathing properly. Of course, she thought, my mother’s dead.
She couldn’t find it in her to cry. The shock of the revelation had already left her and her knee jerk response of tears had evaporated as she had sobbed. Now, she just felt numb. As if someone had put a blanket over her emotions to hide and mute them. They were there, she knew that, but she couldn’t quite see or hear them properly. The lump was still there in her throat, she still had a faint stutter in her breathing from crying and her cheeks were still puffy and red, but that was the only hint that she had felt any emotion.
Sigyn was grateful that it wasn’t the Kings suite that she was led to. Laying in her mother’s bed, where she had done so many times as a child, would have been too much to bear in that moment. Not because of the room, but because of who would be absent from it.
Instead, she slipped off of her own bed, her feet gently landing on the wooden floor. She gently padded over to her fireplace and placed two wooden blocks into the stone grated divot in her wall. True, it was spring, but the nights were still far too cold to simply rely on a blanket for warmth.
She simply gestured at the blocks, and they were set alight with an alarmingly green tinged fire, which eventually settled into the typical blue fire which came from burning Tyanha tree wood. She grabbed one of her many blankets sat on the end of her bed, before dragging it back to the chairs surrounding the fireplace, before settling down and tucking herself in, allowing her to be lost in her own thoughts. Staring at the fire was the only thing she was truly capable at that moment.
She didn’t want to do anything in particular in that moment. Sure, her mind was racing, and every single possibility of what could have happened to her mother was passing through her mind, but she couldn’t find any motivation to even tear her eyes from the fireplace.
She heard Amora creep in, slowly opening and shutting the door and padding over to the only occupied chair. She felt the gentle touch on her shoulder, and still she found herself completely engrossed in the dancing flames which flared every so slightly.
In books, grief was something that was a simple notch in the story. It came in a firestorm of tears and left after a day. The characters occasionally felt a small bout of melancholy, but apart from that, they tended to simply stop crying and move on.
But grief was so much worse, and Sigyn knew it.
Grief, from what she remembered when her Ama died, was something which was both all consuming and completely uninvolved. You would go about your business with it weighing on your mind, and you chest, ever so slightly. Then one word could make it all come crashing down. A damn of emotions could easily break and leave you with sobs wracking your body and tears blurring your eyes. It was something which could make you feel equally elated and devastated in the best and worst of occasions. It was something which made you so irrational and so unlike yourself, and yet when you followed its calling, you found yourself learning more and more about the person who you were.
But for now, grief, and everything else, had seemed to abandon her.
“The Jötun’s awake.” Said Amora gently, rubbing a thumb reassuringly over Sigyn’s shoulder.
Sigyn just nodded in response, still feeling nothing.
“What should we do with her?”
Sigyn just shrugged, her eyes never leaving the fire. At the moment she didn’t care. Politics, prisoners and propriety could wait until the morning, where Amora would knock anew on her door and lead her to the King’s Suite, but right now, Sigyn was comfortable waiting in her childhood bedroom. There was nothing left of her Mother or Ama, save for the warmth of the fire, the blanket and memories, but for now that would do.
A few levels down, Loki was staring at the frost which had coated each surface, save for the glass in her cell, in the same blank way.
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Predator to Prey, Chapter 1
TITLE: Predator to Prey
CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1
AUTHOR: fanficshiddles
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki lives in exile on Midgard in a forest, he can’t leave the boundary. But every night when the sun goes down he turns into his Jotun form until the sun rises again. He meets a wolf one day and befriends her, gains her trust. But the wolf is no ordinary wolf…
RATING: M
NOTES/WARNINGS: Kinda non-con elements, more like really dub-con but not the main focus of this fic.
The woman grabbed her torn clothes and used what was left of them to hold against her body as she rushed for the door. But Loki was already there, opening it for her with a big grin on his face.
‘It was a pleasure to meet you, darling. Be sure to tell all your friends.’ He called after her with a chuckle as she ran out of his cottage and into the depths of the forest.
Loki leaned against the door-frame, in all of his blue naked glory, and watched her run away. With a growl he went back inside and slammed the door shut behind him. He always wanted a drink after having his fun, so he grabbed some whiskey from the cabinet in the corner of the room and sat down.
That was the third woman this week that had been offered up to him as a sacrifice. The locals must be getting fearful, he thought, surely they were thinking he was the cause of the really dry yet cold weather lately that was causing their crops to die.
For the last two years, since he had been banished to this godforsaken forest, the locals in a nearby town quickly made up rumours about a monster living in their forest that needed to be appeased with female offerings.
They were usually always willing enough… until he got started on them. He smirked to himself as he sipped his whiskey. It wasn’t cold enough so he turned the glass to ice.
When the sun went down at night, he turned into his Jotun form whether he wanted to or not. And he wouldn’t change back until sunrise, so he always made sure that the sacrifices were gone by then. If anyone saw him in his natural form they would think he was just an ordinary man, which wouldn’t do at all. Because where was the fun in that?
And he was certainly no ordinary man.
The sun started to rise just as he was finishing his whiskey. As the sunlight came in the window, his skin changed back to his usual colour and the markings all over his body vanished. He cracked his neck to each side and sighed.
He was getting bored. The only highlight of his week was when he did get someone sent to him. Another was whenever the almighty Odin would send an Asgardian slave down every fortnight to check on him and bring him plenty of supplies. Since he was unable to leave the forest boundaries.
Loki still had all of his powers, though. He was just unable to lift the curse that Odin had placed upon him. No matter how hard he tried or how much potions he tried to conjure up to counteract it, nothing worked. But he would bide his time, wait until he found a weakness in Odin’s spell and get his revenge.
Standing up he stretched out his limbs and decided to go out hunting. Whilst he got plenty of supplies sent to him, especially from Frigga, it wasn’t enough for his appetite. Especially with the extra rigorous exercise he was getting on a weekly basis. So he often went hunting, made use of the land and what it had to offer.
As he made his way out the door, he used his Seidr to put on his armour and made sure he had plenty of his throwing daggers with him. Then he made his way through the large forest.
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With four rabbits slung over Loki’s shoulder, he started to head back home. He was a few miles away, that was the only good thing about the forest, it was huge so there was plenty to explore.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a faint whimpering sound coming from his left, off track. Frowning, he turned and went towards the sound.
When he pushed through some bushes he stopped again, slightly confused at what he saw. Lying against a large rock, was a wolf. But not an ordinary wolf, she looked larger than the average ones. And she was beautifully jet black with touches of grey on her back.
A low growl came from her when she saw Loki, her head went down a bit and she didn’t take her eyes off him.
Loki wondered for a moment why she wasn’t fleeing from him, but then he noticed she was holding her front leg funny. It looked broken.
He wasn’t one for liking Midgardians, but the animals he did like. Whether that was to eat or observe. Wolves were one of those animals he was always fascinated with. Though the ones on Midgard were usually smaller than those found on Asgard, but this was one was certainly different.
Not one for seeing a magnificent, dangerous creature like a wolf in pain, he moved in closer. But the wolf started snarling, showing her pearly whites at him.
‘I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to help. You won’t be able to do much with a broken leg.’ He spoke softly and crouched down to make himself look less intimidating.
The wolf was curious, wondering why he would want to help her. But his voice was weirdly soothing and his demeanour didn’t seem like he wanted to hurt her. But she was still on guard, growling low.
Loki moved in a little closer and reached out towards her, but she snapped towards his hand in warning. Snarling again.
‘Now, now. Stop that.’ He chastised firmly, and actually tapped her nose, startling her.
The wolf was surprised that he wasn’t scared of her. But that made her more wary of him. Especially when he then reached behind him.
But she started sniffing when he pulled a rabbit out from behind him and tossed it down on front of her. She was hungry, she hadn’t eaten in almost a day because of her injured leg. So she started to gobble up the rabbit.
Loki made use of her being distracted with the rabbit to gently put his hand over her leg. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his Seidr, sending healing energy into her leg and fixing her broken bones.
The pain of her bones moving made her whimper and bark. She was about to snap at him again but Loki was already finished and she suddenly felt no pain in her leg.
He sat back on his heels and watched as the wolf jumped up to her feet. She looked confused when she looked at her leg, then to Loki. But she was still eyeing him up warily.
‘That’s all I wanted to do, help you.’ Loki said as he put his hands up in defence and slowly got up to his feet, taking a step back.
The wolf grumbled low and picked up the rabbit she had been feasting on. With one last glance at Loki, she turned and ran off.
‘You’re welcome.’ Loki chuckled to himself.
He slung the remaining rabbits over his shoulder and carried on his way. ‘Good deed for the century done.’ He said to himself with a smile.
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That evening Loki was reading by the fire, he was engrossed in his book but was pulled out from it when he sensed movement outside. Making a mental note of what page he was on, he put his book down and got up.
His senses were on high alert as he cautiously made his way over to the window to take a look. One of his daggers formed in his hand by his side as he looked out, but there was no sign of anyone. Still unsure, he went to the door and slowly opened it.
‘Who’s there?’
Movement to the right caught his eye, but when he looked over his eyes widened. It was the wolf from earlier, she had been hiding behind the log pile but made a dart for the trees after being spotted.
He frowned, his dagger disappearing from his hand upon learning what it was that was lurking around outside. He had been half tempted to run after her, but decided against it. Because the sun was just going down and as it did, his skin turned blue and he turned into his Jotun form.
‘Odd creature.’ He hummed to himself as he watched the wolf disappear through the trees.
When he went back inside, he had a feeling that wouldn’t be the last he would be seeing of the mysterious wolf.
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Predator to Prey, Chapter 6
TITLE: Predator to Prey
CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 6
AUTHOR: fanficshiddles
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki lives in exile on Midgard in a forest, he can’t leave the boundary. But every night when the sun goes down he turns into his Jotun form until the sun rises again. He meets a wolf one day and befriends her, gains her trust. But the wolf is no ordinary wolf…
RATING: M
Since being allowed to pet her properly for the first time, it opened up something new for both Loki and Akelia.
She started seeking out his affection often. Finding she enjoyed it, that it felt nice.
When Loki sat on his chair to read, he used his Seidr to turn the pages because Akelia, more often than not, would have her head on his lap for him to stroke her head or scratch her ears. Which he discovered she loved and it would make her back leg start to kick if he hit the right spot, or she would make funny groaning noises. Just like a dog.
He also discovered that she loved her belly being rubbed. She started rolling onto her back for him to do it.
In the mornings she also started jumping up onto his bed for some fussing. He was surprised at himself that he didn’t actually mind that, he enjoyed her companionship more than he would ever admit.
One afternoon Loki was sitting by the fire, waiting for food to cook. He looked over to Akelia who was lying down next to him and he frowned, she was chewing on a large stick. Again. He’d already told her off multiple times before for chewing them, saying she would get them stuck or splinters in her mouth, but she just grumbled at him in response.
Loki rolled his eyes, but didn’t bother telling her off. Because he knew she would just ignore him anyway. He was certain she had selective hearing.
He’d just closed his eyes to rest when suddenly Akelia let out a loud yelp. His eyes flew open and he looked down to see her pawing at her mouth while she whined in obvious pain.
‘Akelia, I told you not to chew damn sticks!’ He chastised and slid off his chair to kneel on the ground next to her.
She looked up at him and grumbled a little, then whined again as her mouth hurt.
‘What have you done? Splinter?’ He reached out towards her muzzle.
She tried moving her head away from him, but he was too swift and managed to grab her. He had to prise her jaw apart to take a look inside, she was snarling at him while he did so, but he ignored her and managed to spot a splinter on her tongue.
‘You daft bugger. You’re going to need to work with me here to get it out, I promise it will hurt less once it’s out.’ Loki said firmly as he conjured tweezers in his hand, causing Akelia’s eyes to widen.
She whined and tried to move away, but Loki grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, making her growl at him.
‘Stop it. Lie down.’ He growled back at her.
She grumbled but lay down as he said. When he moved towards her mouth again, she moved her head away from him.
‘Akelia.’ He said firmly.
She let out a sigh and reluctantly opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out a bit. It was painful and she knew that Loki wouldn’t hurt her, he would help her. She just had to trust him.
Loki was as gentle as possible as he took hold of her tongue and used the tweezers to remove the splinter. She yelped again when he managed to grab it and pull it out, but then she felt instant relief and flopped down onto her side with a big sigh.
‘Now will you stop chewing sticks?’ Loki asked, stroking her side.
She just humphed and looked away from him, making him chuckle.
But Loki then had an idea. He disappeared into his wooden shed at the side of the cottage, where he kept some of the animals he’d hunted. Akelia’s ears twitched as she heard some sawing sounds and then she looked up, intrigued, when he emerged.
He was carrying a bit of an antler from a deer he’d caught yesterday. He tossed it down on front of Akelia and she sniffed it.
‘You can chew that, it won’t splinter and will be good for your teeth.’ He smiled, sitting down.
She started to gnaw on it, then realised he was right, it was perfect for chewing. Glancing over at Loki, she let out a small bark of appreciation then went to town on the antler. It kept her occupied until Loki had their food prepared.
‘Do you like to swim?’ Loki asked after they finished eating.
Akelia tilted her head at him, then flicked it up confirming yes.
‘We should go to the lake later, since it’s such a warm day for a change.’ Loki suggested. ‘Besides, you could do with a wash, you’re getting smelly.’ He teased.
Akelia narrowed her eyes at him and growled a little. He chuckled and patted her head as he got up from his seat, she stuck her back leg out and tripped him over as he walked by.
He glared back at her, and was sure if she was a human she would be smirking. Judging by the look on her face.
She was so expressionful for a wolf. It made him wonder what her origins were.
In the afternoon sun the two took a trip to the lake that was near the edge of the forest, luckily still within the boundary of the trees. Akelia was straight in, glad to cool off since it had turned so hot of late.
Loki was slow to join her, so she swam to the side and pawed at the water, splashing him. He laughed and used his Seidr to have his clothes disappear, then he jumped in near her causing the water to cover her.
When he emerged up from the water, he swam over to her and dunked her head down. She then stayed under the water and tried nipping at his ankles to get her own back, but he was a strong swimmer so was able to get up a good amount of speed.
After swimming around for a while, Loki climbed out of the lake and lay down on the grass with his arms out at his side. He felt warmed when Akelia got out too and lay down next to him, her head and paws resting on his left arm.
They had a snooze on the grass, then made their way back home afterwards. On the way back, Akelia caught a pheasant and another rabbit to add to their food stash.
Akelia was snoozing on the sofa in the evening when her ears started twitching. She could hear one of the sacrifices coming down into the clearing. She grumbled low, alerting Loki, who had sensed her too.
‘Easy, Akelia. Don’t scare her off just yet. Let me have my fun first.’ Loki chuckled and made his way to the door, changing into his Jotun form on the way since it wasn’t quite dusk yet.
Akelia watched intently as Loki went outside to get the girl. She didn’t hear any protests from her, just a gasp of shock at seeing Loki. It was a different story when he guided the girl inside and she spotted the large wolf lying on the sofa.
‘Come on, she won’t harm you. You should be more worried about what I am going to do to you.’ Loki growled, making her whimper as he put a firm hand to her lower back and guided her through to the bedroom.
Akelia usually stayed out in the living room while Loki was having his fun with the girls. But tonight, she decided to go and have a look.
Loki was fucking the girl roughly on the bed, missionary position with the girl’s hands tied above her head. He looked over when he heard Akelia’s footsteps coming into the bedroom. The wolf went to her bed and lay down, but Loki noticed that her blue eyes were locked onto him, watching…
The girl noticed the wolf in the room and started freaking out, that just made Loki even more excited having her squirming under him. He took his pleasure from her, all the while Akelia was watching, then he chucked the girl out once he was done.
Akelia growled and snapped towards her ankles when she ran by out of the room as quickly as possible.
Loki chuckled as he lay down, sweaty and satisfied. He looked down towards Akelia. ‘Did you enjoy the show?’
The wolf just stared back at him.
‘Maybe we need to find you a fellow wolf to have fun with.’ He said, chuckling at her reaction when she humphed and lay her head down.
Loki rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
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Her warm body felt good as she bounced up and down on his cock, he groaned and gripped her hips tightly. Her jet-black hair cascaded down her back, beautiful blue eyes locked onto his while she moved gracefully on top of him.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her features were perfect, like a Goddess.
When he came, he moaned and closed his eyes, his head falling back to the pillow. He panted hard, then felt the woman slip off him and out of his grasp.
‘Where do you think you’re going?’ He opened his eyes with a smirk, but froze. Expecting to see the woman there, he was shocked to see Akelia sat on the bottom of his bed, staring at him.
Loki sat up suddenly with a gasp, surprised and confused at his dream. But what startled him even more was Akelia was actually sat on the bottom of his bed, watching him.
‘What the…’
Akelia grumbled softly and pawed at his foot that was under the blanket. He looked to the clock on his bedside table and saw it was morning, he’d slept in.
‘You’re wanting breakfast, right?’ He pinched the bridge of his nose as he sat up more.
Akelia gave a small bark and jumped off the bed, wagging her tail.
‘Ok, ok. I’m up, I’m up.’ He groaned and slid out of bed.
As he started to wake up more while he sorted breakfast for them both, he couldn’t stop thinking about his dream. Had it just been a coincidence of his subconscious knowing Akelia was there, watching him and waiting for breakfast? Surely it was…
He shook his head and tried to push it out of his mind.
But later that day, while he watched Akelia chewing her antler, he decided to try and do some research about her. Because from day one, he had a feeling there was something different about her, something that was niggling at him.
And he was going to get to the bottom of it.
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Cooling down, One shot
Thank you for the prompt! Always love some Jotun Loki and knotting ;-)
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Could you write a Jotun!Loki/OFC story where it’s an unbearably hot summer night and OFC-chan goes to her kitchen freezer to rub an ice cube on her face to cool off (the A/C’s broken) and Loki comes to see why she got up from bed and she tries to do some ice play but the coldness of the ice against his body makes Loki’s glamour disappear and he freaks out and gets scared, shoving her away and hiding himself because he’s ashamed of his true heritage and doesn’t want her to know how ugly and monstrous he really is (LOL yeah sure) but she thinks his Jotun form is super sexy and especially loves how cold he is because it’s so hot outside (also his Jotun!form should have ridges down there that are “ribbed for her pleasure”, so to speak. And plz include knotting!)
The OFC can be named and look like however you want or not be given any specifics at all, I don’t care either way.
Violet wiped the sweat from her forehead when she made her way downstairs to the kitchen. Even the tiles on the floor were warm instead of cold like they normally were on her bare feet.
She was wearing minimal clothing, shorts and a vest top. No underwear, it was much too hot for any of that.
Heading straight to the freezer she rummaged around and grabbed the bag of ice cubes. She pressed it against her forehead, cheeks, then her chest.
‘Oh yes.’ She moaned at the cool feeling, though it didn’t last for long.
A long pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her waist and she was pulled back into a firm, warm body.
‘What are you doing out of bed, baby?’ Loki mumbled and pressed kisses along her shoulder.
‘It’s too hot. I can’t cope.’ She groaned, moving her head to the side to give him more access as he started kissing up her neck.
‘Hmm. So… sex is out of the question?’ Loki grinned, one of his hands slipped up to cup just below her left breast.
‘Unless there’s a way to do it without getting all hot and bothered.’ She sighed, annoyed that her hair was sticking to her neck, getting in Loki’s way too.
She turned around in his arms and a cheeky grin spread across her lips. Loki raised his eyebrow at her, wondering what she was up to. But he didn’t get a chance to ask before she pushed the bag of ice against his bare stomach, he was only wearing boxers.
Loki let out a gasp from the cold, but then to his horror, he realised his Seidr glamour had dropped and he was revealing his true Jotun form to her.
Violet’s eyes widened in awe as she gazed upon his blue form.
Truly beautiful.
She reached out to touch him, the tips of her fingers only just touching his forearm before he flinched and backed away.
‘Don’t touch me.’ He said quickly, voice wavering.
‘Loki? It’s ok. It’s’
‘No!’ Loki turned on his heels and ran out of the room, she heard him running upstairs into the bathroom and locking the door.
‘Oh, Loki.’ She sighed sadly and rushed up after him.
She tried the door, but it was locked. So she knocked softly.
‘Loki. Come on, it’s me. You don’t need to hide from me.’ She called through.
‘You… You shouldn’t have seen that side of me.’ He said back.
She shook her head. ‘Why not? It’s you.’
There was silence for a moment before he replied.
‘Because I’m a hideous monster.’
Her heart broke entirely for him. But she knew the only way to get him to come out.
‘Loki Odinson get your ass out here right now and speak to me face to face!’ She shouted firmly.
Loki gave in and unlocked the door, he emerged to find Violet with her arms folded over her chest. Though it was hard to take her seriously when she had sweat dripping down her forehead and her vest top was clinging to her in such a way that her hardened nipples were showing right through it.
She saw him moisten his lips with his tongue as he glanced down at her body, but then he looked into her eyes. He took her hands in his.
‘I was always told that frost giants were monsters. Children were told stories about them, they were the worst kind of monsters to have under your bed.’ He said sadly.
‘Loki. That doesn’t mean it’s true. It doesn’t mean you’re a monster. You are you. You’re no monster.’ Violet reached up and cupped his cheek. He closed his eyes and sighed, leaning into her touch.
‘I still wish you hadn’t seen that side of me. Frost giants are monsters. We’
‘Shhh!’ Violet put her hand over his mouth. ‘If you keep saying you’re a monster, then you’re one sexy ass monster.’ She smiled, slightly blushing.
Loki raised an eyebrow at her in wonder. And wanting her to continue.
‘I… uh… Thought you were really attractive like that. Beautiful.’ She admitted bashfully.
It was then Loki’s turn to smirk. He knew she wasn’t lying, because obviously he could tell a lie from a mile off.
He folded his arms over his chest in amusement. ‘You really think that side of me was attractive?’
She shrugged. ‘Yeah. You were nice and cold too… Is every part of your body cold?’ She asked and her gaze flitted down briefly to his boxers before going back up to his eyes.
‘Ohh yes.’ Loki nodded, his eyes darkening.
Violet fluttered her eyelashes at him and moved in closer to his body. ‘Well… I could certainly do with an icicle to suck right now…’ She teased and kissed just above his right nipple, unable to reach any higher because of how tall he was. Even on her tiptoes.
‘You… you’re serious? You want me to… let you spend time with my Jotun side?’
‘I do, Loki. I love you, for you. No matter what you look like… It just so happens that you are super sexy in both forms. But right now, I could do with some… cold.’ She grinned.
Loki cupped her face in his hands and kissed her forehead. ‘Alright. For you.’
He took a step back and closed his eyes, concentrating for a second. Then his true form took over his body, his skin turned blue and the beautiful markings formed on his skin. His eyes were red and he even seemed to gain a bit more height.
Violet was in complete amazement.
She stepped in close to him, she could see he was a little nervous about being in that form for her. But when she reached out and started trailing her fingers down his chest, he relaxed more and shivered under her touch.
‘So, so pretty.’ She said in wonder, then she reached up to trace the ridges on his face.
Violet loved how cool his skin was, she was already starting to cool down slightly. But her body was heating up in a different kind of way. Especially between her thighs.
‘Do you have these markings on your cock too?’ She grinned, trailing her fingers down his chest and lower to his abdomen.
‘Yes… Well, my cock is not exactly normal now.’
‘What do you mean?’ Violet asked.
‘There’s… ah, ridges, on them. And uhh… well, a knot.’ He rubbed the back of his head nervously, thinking she would instantly change her mind and run for the hills.
But he was surprised that her eyes widened in excitement and she quickly sank to her knees, yanking his boxers down on the way. Revealing his large cock, that was definitely a few inches bigger than previously, and he was already semi-hard.
Violet licked her lips, feeling hungry for him all of a sudden. He wasn’t lying when he said he had ridges, she shivered at the thought of that inside of her. How good it would feel. Better than any kind of sex toy.
She leaned in closer and anchored her hands on his lean thighs, enjoying the coolness on her palms while she licked the tip of his cock and then greedily started sucking him.
‘Oh, Violet.’ Loki moaned and his head fell backwards, he clenched his hands into fists at his sides to try and refrain from grabbing her hair. He didn’t want to hurt her.
But her mouth… God her mouth, it felt so wonderfully warm in contrast to his cold cock. She was so wet, her tongue rolled around him and she sucked with such vigour, Loki was cursing himself for not showing this form previously if this was how she was going to react.
She certainly did treat his cock like an icicle. When she tasted his precum, that made her go into a slight frenzy. There was an odd taste, slightly sweet and almost vanilla like. It was cool too.
So her eagerness heightened. She took him down her throat as far as she could before gagging around him, but even then, she didn’t slow down.
‘Calm down… love.’ Loki said strained. ‘I can’t knot your mouth, that won’t be… good.’ He grunted and gave a small thrust of his hips forward, but tried to control himself. Though it was getting to the stage where he couldn’t.
She hummed around him, and that was almost the breaking point for Loki. ‘Stop. Violet.’ He barked and this time he did grab her hair, but to pull her off him. ‘I need inside you.’
Violet squeezed her thighs together in excitement. She stood up quickly and he threw her over his shoulder quickly, making her laugh and wriggle excitedly. He gave her bum a playful smack, briefly forgetting his strength and making her yelp as it hurt like a bitch. But she liked it.
Loki carried her to the bedroom and tossed her down on the bed. He was on top of her instantly and tearing at her clothes like a wild animal.
Violet spread her legs wide for him, she could already feel her arousal soaking her. She’d never enjoyed giving a blowjob so much before. But now looking down between them at his imposing presence, she was getting more and more excited about him taking her in this form.
Loki kissed her forcibly, his tongue slid into her mouth and she could feel the changed dominance in him. It was only arousing her further. The more animalistic side to him.
‘I… won’t be able to stop once we start.’ He panted, his cock rock hard and straining towards her. Like it had a mind of its own and knew exactly where its destination was.
‘Just take me, Loki. Please.’ She whimpered and bucked her hips up towards him, trying to offer her body more to him.
He gripped her hips and flipped her over, making her gasp in surprise. He pulled her up onto her hands and knees, an arm around her middle just below her breasts. In one smooth movement, he pushed himself into her warm, wet, cunt.
The two started moaning and whimpering straight away. He moved as slow as possible to start with, pushing in as deep as he could get before pulling out. The ridges on his cock were perfectly placed, she could feel every single one massaging her inner walls. Hitting every pleasure point. Even ones she didn’t know existed.
‘Holy… Fuck... Loki.’ She cried out in pleasure. The sheer size of him was causing her clit to be stimulated with every thrust.
Loki was growling in ways that she had never heard before. His arm around her middle was tight, holding her as close to him as possible. Her arms and legs were too weak and shaky to hold herself up, so Loki had to do that for her. This was a dominant side that she had never seen before… And she loved every second of it.
Violet had never had such good cock before. She couldn’t stop crying because of how good it actually was. Loki nipped and sucked against the back of her neck, keeping her hair out of the way. His free hand couldn’t resist fondling her breasts, she was greatly enjoying the coolness of his fingers on her nipples.
She lost count how many times she came on his cock, he never relented. His stamina was amazing. But eventually, he started really pushing into her trying to get as deep as he could. The tip of him pressed against her cervix painfully, but the pleasure was still too good that it only mixed in nicely.
‘Mine!’ Loki snarled and bit down particularly hard on the back of her neck, shocking her body into complete submission as he started to swell inside of her.
‘Oh…. G… God.’ She sobbed as she felt him grow larger inside her, his knot throbbed deliciously right against her G spot.
She kept crying out and speaking garbled nonsense when he came inside her, spurting deep. It was so cold, it felt amazing. But he kept coming, his knot holding it all inside her, aside from a very small amount that managed to seep out from around his knot and down her thigh. She couldn’t believe it. She was surprised her stomach didn’t swell up from the sheer amount.
Loki released her neck from his teeth once he finished coming, the last few sprays shooting into her. The pulsing of his knot calmed down, but he was still snugly trapped inside of her.
He collapsed down on his side, pulling her with him. He made sure he kept her held firmly against him, not wanting to hurt her with his knot.
‘Holy…. Fuck.’ Was all she could say, she felt incredibly floaty. Still on a high.
Loki caressed her body softly, mainly her breasts, until she calmed down. But his touch was arousing her still, and not helping to get his own arousal down either. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to be pulling out of her for a while. At least a few more loads to go.
He buried his face into her hair while she enjoyed feeling his chest heaving against her back.
‘Cooler now, love?’ He asked cockily.
‘A… bit…’ She gasped, still not used to the feeling of all of him inside her like that when she moved slightly. ‘But… I am going to need you to come in my mouth later. I want to taste you more. Or, at least let me lick you clean when you pull out.’ She turned her head around enough to look at him, smiling. Eyes still glazed over.
‘Dirty little minx.’ He chuckled, holding her chin tightly while he kissed her. His cool lips felt delightful against hers.
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In heat, One shot
fabulousavenger said:
Protective/possessive Loki for the requests? It would mean the world to mee
Anonymous said:
Request _ Jotun!Loki x human smut. Where Loki is in heat and goes crazy to satisy his needs.
Hope you both like this. I thought the two went well together…
Warnings: Jotun Loki, knotting, animalistic sex, heats, possessiveness. HIGHLY DUB-CON! But the ofc went willingly into this!
All of my confidence and strength melted away when I laid eyes upon him in his glass prison.
Powerful, confident, beautiful, magnificent… Yet he was hungry, crazed and possessed. He was like a wild animal as he paced back and fore at the front of his cell. Nostrils flaring, movements sharp and uncalculated. All the leather and metal he was wearing only added to how dangerous he looked.
It was obvious that he was in heat.
A sharp nudge from the guard behind me had me stumbling closer towards his cell. That’s when Loki spotted me. His head snapped up, his movements stopped instantly while he looked me over. His eyes narrowed at me and a wicked smirk spread across his lips.
‘Finally. My next meal has arrived.’ He licked his lips hungrily. His voice was sinfully dark and sensual.
I squeezed my thighs together, already feeling aroused. I had been told that his pheromones would affect my own body.
The only reason I accepted the job was because of the hefty price SHIELD were paying me. It was no secret they had many prisoners, most of them alien. Loki was no different really. His Jotun side shining through with his biology, where he went into heat like an animal.
Every time his heat arrived, they had someone sent to him. So he could satisfy his needs for the duration. Otherwise they were worried he would escape the prison in his rage to find relief.
Part of me was regretting it, seeing him now. He was more terrifying than I originally thought, and that was before he changed into his Jotun form. But the arousal was there within me, I couldn’t deny it.
The guards’ urgency was evident as he pushed me further along, to the entrance of Loki’s cell. He typed in a code and the door opened. I was shoved inside and the door slammed shut behind me. It was a small space before another door on front of me was opened, leading me into the God’s cell. They didn’t take his power lightly.
My legs were like jelly and I was visibly shaking on front of him. He hadn’t moved from his original position at the front of the cell. He eyed me up first, like I was a piece of meat. Then when I wasn’t expecting it, he stalked towards me. Like a predator. With large, calculated steps. Each step he took made me flinch as he grew closer.
When he reached me, he towered over me in an impossibly nerve-wracking manner. Not caring about personal space at all.
It was like time stood still. His green eyes piercing into mind, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing. I could smell him from where I stood, a heady mixture of what was like snow, mint and pure masculinity.
I noticed I wasn’t the only one using my sense of smell. His nostrils flared as he sniffed me. His eyes darkening as he picked up on my arousal. Making me gulp.
Suddenly he launched for me. There was no warning. His hand was around my neck and I was forced backwards against the nearest wall, his brick like body trapped me in place. His lips attacked mine roughly, making my lips puffy almost instantly.
I couldn’t breathe, my heart was pounding against my chest. I could do nothing but take what he gave me. His teeth bit hard on my lower lip, drawing blood as he pulled back slightly to look at my flushed face. His hand tightened a little around my neck before he dropped it so he could tear at my clothing.
A small whimper escaped from my lips at the sheer ferocity of his actions. My shredded clothes were discarded to the floor without a care.
Before I knew it, I was thrown over his shoulder and carried towards the small bed at the back of his cell. His large hand reddening my ass on the way, making me cry out in pain.
He tossed me down on the bed and I attempted to scramble away, it becoming almost too much for me. But he grabbed my ankles and dragged me back towards him. I attempted to kick out, but he firmly pushed down on my thighs and forced me wide open.
Then he did something I hadn’t been expecting.
His head disappeared down between my thighs and he started to eat me out like I had been his only meal in years. His tongue was unyielding as it forced its way through my folds. The strong muscle took long, ravenous licks right up my core and across my clit that was unwillingly forced from its hiding place.
No matter how much I wriggled and moved, I couldn’t escape his strong grasp on my thighs. The back of them started to burn with how wide he had me spread.
The only thing I could do was reach down and grab his hair as he licked, sucked and bit me. Forcing me into orgasm after orgasm as I danced on the end of his tongue. He growled like a ferocious animal every time I came, lapping me up.
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take and I started begging for him to stop. But he ignored me entirely. Then out of the blue I felt a sharp pain in my thighs from where his fingers were digging into me. I looked down and saw his skin had turned blue with ridges, his nails were sharp and long. His hold on me was freezing cold and so was his tongue against me, I screamed loudly from the intense change in temperature.
As I looked back at him, I could see his blood red eyes staring back up at me. His tongue still lapping me up and making lewd noises through my wetness.
I was sure I had nothing left to give, but Loki managed to rip yet another orgasm from me before finally stopping with a smack of his lips.
‘Mine!’ He snarled.
His armour dissolved under a green shimmer as he stood up, looming over me in his gigantic form as I lay completely helpless on his bed.
He looked just as magnificent naked in this form. He was covered in beautiful ridges all over his body. But it was what was protruding from between his legs that had my eyes widen. He was huge in every sense. But his cock was also covered in bumps and ridges too. There was some pre-cum seeping from the tip, self-lubricating himself and ready to take me.
But what SHIELD failed to tell me, was the slight bulge that was near the base of his penis. I couldn’t process what it was before he sprang on me, this time he flipped me over onto my stomach. I grabbed the sheet underneath me and attempted to pull away, terrified now from the size of him. He would rip me apart.
But his cold hands grabbed me and pulled me up onto my hands and knees. The front of his body pressed firmly to my back and he nudged my knees apart so he could slide his length against my cunt.
He pressed the tip to my entrance and shifted his weight forwards, forcing his tip into me and spreading me wide. I tried to escape his clutches again, but his sharp teeth bit down hard on the back of my neck and he held on tight. I fell limp under him, his arm holding me up and I cried out in a mixture of pain and arousal. I couldn’t move from the grip he had on the back of my neck, like he was hitting a nerve that caused my body to freeze painfully.
His impossibly large length pushed further into me. I could feel every single bump and ridge against my delicate walls. When I thought he was fully in me, I realised he was nowhere near there. Whimpers and cries escaped from my lips while heavy breathing, grunting and growling came from him.
One of his hands slid underneath me, between my thighs to tease my clit. Forcing me into an orgasm. When he felt the slick from my orgasm he thrust sharply into me and finally he was fully sated in my warmth.
It took both of our breaths away. It felt like he was in my stomach. And I swear I felt him grow even larger now that he was fully sheathed inside me.
Teeth still harshly holding my neck, his hand slid up from my clit to spread possessively across my stomach as he started to rock into me. All of the extras on his cock hit every single nerve and pleasure point inside me, even parts I didn’t know existed.
Loki seemed pleased when after a few solid thrusts, he pushed me into one continuous orgasm. Constantly clamping around him, drawing him further into me if that was even possible.
That part of him near the base of his cock that I was worried about, well I was right to be worried about it. I felt it starting to swell to a ridiculous size inside me and that’s when I knew, I was locked against him.
Another that SHIELD failed to tell me, was the copious amount of sperm that erupted from the tip of his cock. Filling me up as he kept coming and coming. A lot of it squeezed out from between us, soaking the bed. I was in disbelief at how much sperm he was capable of depositing, but it just kept coming. I was sure I wasn’t imagining it when I thought that my stomach even swelled a little underneath Loki’s hand.
Loki finally released my neck from the painful grip of his teeth. I could feel it throbbing in pain. But I was too wrapped up in ecstasy to even care.
I knew I would be tied to Loki for a while. So it didn’t surprise me when he fell to his side and took me with him, his arms wrapping around me tightly to keep me snug against him. I couldn’t stop shaking, a mixture from the over pleasure and his coldness.
There was a few more things that SHIELD didn’t disclose to me. Loki had the stamina not only of a god, but of a raw animalistic frost giant for sure. Every time I thought he was going to pull out of me, he started rutting into me again. A few times his knot slipped out and I thought I would get the chance to leave, but no. He just manhandled me into another position and mounted me again and again and again.
It lasted for the duration of his heat. Which was a long and tiring 48 hours before he changed back from his blue form. I counted my blessings though, knowing that in some races heats lasted a lot longer.
But on the day that it was time for me to leave, it wasn’t going to be so easy. He was very possessive over me, something the guards had never dealt with before. Usually his meals were able to leave once his heat was sated. But not me.
He kept me tightly in his arms, even while we slept. When I tried to move he would tighten his grip and bite my neck. I was just glad his teeth weren’t as sharp in that form.
So when a guard came in and tried to manually remove me from his cell, Loki snarled in warning at him. The guard didn’t heed his warning and when he grabbed my wrist, Loki snapped and went in for the kill. Easily snapping the mans neck like he was nothing.
It caused a shit storm in the HQ. More guards came in to try and remove me, but Loki took them all out with his strength and power. Keeping me captive with him.
The only saving grace I had, was that he wanted me. So he wouldn’t hurt me. And my body wanted him all the time too. Part of me was happy enough staying with him, yet another part of me knew I couldn’t stay forever.
‘You are mine, you are going nowhere.’ Loki would tell me each time he killed a guard.
It took three guards coming in at the same time and distracting Loki so that another could rush in and electrocute him. It caused Loki just enough pain so that I could escape with the guards. When the cell doors slammed shut behind me, I felt odd.
A mixture of relief and freedom… Yet also sadness and longing as I looked back at Loki, who was already coming round from his electrocution. He looked angry and sad at the same time.
‘I’m sorry.’ I mouthed to him before I was marched away.
I was given clothes, food, had a medical and then I was paid my hefty sum of money for doing what I said I would. And then some extra for dealing with him at his worst. I was told that he had never reacted like that before. They apologised, but I brushed them off. Glad to have more money that would set me up for the rest of my life.
On my way out of SHIELD HQ, one of the men who worked on security came over and started ridiculing me. Saying they watched the entire thing on camera, laughing that I was a monsters whore. I felt so angry at his words I punched him square in the jaw. But that angered him and he retaliated, about to hit me back.
Then out of nowhere there was a blast of ice that overcame him, turning him into an icicle.
My eyes widened and I looked to my left, to see Loki there. Only his hands were blue as he used his frost powers. But they turned back to normal when he quickly walked over to me.
Alarms were ringing all throughout the building, alerting of Loki’s escape.
‘L… Loki.’ I gasped out when he reached me and put his arm protectively around my middle, pulling me flush against his body. He gripped my chin with his fingers and held tightly as he leaned to kiss me, making my heart flutter.
‘Mine.’ He growled over my lips.
#one shot#Loki#Tom Hiddleston#Highly dub-con#dub con#smut#jotun smut#Jotun!Loki#frost giant Loki#rough
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