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gaily-daily-musings · 6 months

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There's a man on the steps of his sanctum. He's been knocking for a while now and doesn't seem to be leaving. Stephen Strange frowns. He senses no extraordinary energy from this man. His clothes are plain and simple. The man is the exact sort of unassuming person you would expect to be a trap of some sort.

“Doctor Strange!” The rapping comes again. There was an underlying sort of pleading, just west of desperation. This, if nothing else, made sense. One did not come to the Sanctum Sanctorum without cause.

It is about thirty minutes after the man arrives that Stephen finally decides to let him in. Hopefully he didn't do too much damage. He opens the door and steps aside, inviting him in. The man does not look around in awe or wonder the way any other person would when visiting the sanctum for the first time. Instead the man locks eyes with Strange and holds his gaze.

“My name is Mobius,” the man begins. “Thank you for seeing me. I know you're a busy–”

“Why are you here?” For half an hour Stephen had tried and failed to sense anything about the man. For all intents and purposes Mobius appeared normal both inside and out. Yet still something whispers in the air around him.

"I want to get to the end of time."

He says it so seriously that Stephen gives a little laugh. “Can't help you I'm afraid.”

But Mobius shakes his head. “It's important. I need to talk to the God of Stories!”

It's this that stops him in his tracks. “The God of Stories?” The one who held the universe together? It was an old folk tale. A nursery rhyme. It wasn't real. Neither was the end of time for that matter.

Mobius must see the doubt on his face for he continues. “He's real and I'm going to find him.”

It's the sheer determination in his gaze that makes Stephen pause. It was the same sort of determination he'd shown the Ancient One when he demanded she teach him how to use magic. He gives Mobius one last once over. The man had resolve he gave him that, but he was clearly also delusional. Ever since the world discovered aliens and magic were real they'd started to believe anything. Conspiracy theories had gotten more crazy with every year.

“As I said before, I can't help you. I don't have time to chase down fairy tales.”

Mobius frowns, his stare burning in disappointment. “You're the Sorcerer Supreme. I should think you'd give a little more credence to fairy tales.”

Stephen clicks his tongue. “Be that as it may, you should probably run along now.”

He's entertained Mobius as long as he could. But he had an academy to look after; real people with real problems.

Mobius gestures to his necklace where the Time Stone used to sit aside the Eye of Agamotto. "Why do you think it's green? Or was, I mean. The Time Stone?"

Stephen raises a brow. What an odd question. "Sometimes magicks take on a certain color. There isn't really a reason why. It just is.”

Mobius smiles gently, like Stephen is the one who doesn't understand anything. "The flow of time is why there is life. Without it we cannot exist. The branches of Yggdrasil are always producing more as the universe multiplies and expands. Time is life. Therefore it is green."

Stephen is silent a moment. It's a pretty sentimentality. But a sentimentality nonetheless.

“It's alright. I won't bother you anymore, Doctor.” Mobius opens the door and steps out. “Thank you for your time.”

Stephen watches him climb down the front steps. He stands by the doorway, lingering. He's not quite sure what makes him pause. Mobius certainly wasn't the strangest character he's ever met. New York was full of odd people.

He's about to close the door when he hears a loud screeching. Stephen looks back quickly. Mobius has stepped off the curb and is standing in front of a car headed right for him. Stephen opens his mouth to call out but its too late. Mobius moves, bracing for impact. He closes his eyes and covers his face.

That's when Stephen sees it. A light flares up and surrounds him, wrapping Mobius up in a protective green layer. The car stops in its tracks as it crashes into the light.

After a moment, Mobius uncovers his head, realizing the danger had passed. He looks up and sees the dented car. He blinks in bewilderment. He then looks down at his undamaged body. He tests his chest and legs as if to make sure he was alright. Then he scratches his head.

“Mobius!” Stephen appears beside him. Mobius jumps back. “How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“That magic!”

“What magic?”

He truly had no idea did he? Stephen grabs Mobius by the arm and ushers him back inside. The car driver and bystanders all stare after them.

“Whoah hey! Easy!”

Stephen closes the door and whirls around to face Mobius. Without a word he throws up his hands and conjures an energy blast. Shocked, Mobius flinches back. Stephen unleashes the attack. It races towards Mobius as the man once again braces himself. And once again, just as it had before, the green light appears.

This time it lingered. Long enough for Mobius to open his eyes and catch sight of it. Mobius stares in disbelief. He reaches out as if to touch it, but it dispels before he can.

Stephen studies the green light as it swirls around and disappears. Mobius wasn't the one controlling it and yet it leapt to his aid.

“It's a protection spell.” Stephen explains softly. That in of itself was curious enough. But what gives him caution is the signature of the magic itself. Stephen recognized that magic. He had seen it before.

Loki.

Mobius waves his hand in the air as if to summon it back. But the air remains stale. Of what significance was this man that Loki Laufeyson had cast such powerful spell?

Stephen eyes Mobius again. He had missed something. “Who are you?” He asks again.

Mobius turns to look at him. He offers a shrug. “Just a guy trying to find his friend.”

“And your friend, does he happen to be the Norse God of Mischief Loki?”

Mobius smiles, his eyes sparkle with mischief of their own. “The very one.”

#lokius fic #strange contacts thor who then grills this self proclaimed best friend of loki #HES loki's best friend how dare!!!!#lokius

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mossy-fae · 1 year

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angy

#GUYS LOOK AT MY BEST FRIENDS CAT #his name is loki #cat funny #cat cute #funny cat #cute cat #fat cat #cats of quarantine #funny cats #cats #cat meme #cat memes #cute cats

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ikol-art · 6 months

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IT'S BFF TIME 💚

#verity willis #loki #agent of asgard #can I tag this as ikol loki too or? y'all love verity too yes?#the magpie who whispers #ikol art #marvel #human lie detector. the best and only friend

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joyful-enchantress · 1 year

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I'm Dreaming of a Green Christmas | Loki x Fem!Reader

banner created by the amazing @springdandelixn

A/N: Hello! This is my FIRST EVER fic and I’m so excited to share it! I wrote it as part of the Winter Warmers collection that @lokisgoodgirl so graciously opened for contributions. I hope you enjoy!

Update: I wrote a companion piece to this! See how their story continues in Evergreen.

Genre: Friends to lovers, fluff, humor, suggestive thoughts, slight angst (if you squint)

Word Count: 2k

Loki Laufeyson.

The man of your dreams. Or, should you say, the god of your dreams.

Ever since he had reluctantly joined the Avengers last year, you couldn’t get him out of your head. The jet-black hair that fell in cascades, providing a brilliant contrast to the alabaster skin of his face, stretched tautly over sharp cheekbones and a chiseled jaw. You’d idly wondered if you could indeed cut yourself on his cheekbones – and what his jaw might taste like – and you were slightly embarrassed at just how badly you wanted to find out.

Then there were his eyes – were they emerald green? Or perhaps ocean blue? You could never quite decide. Their gorgeous color seemed to ebb and shift just as much as the crystalline tides. Regardless of their color, they always appeared to be sparkling with mischief; glinting with the thoughts of his next scheme. And Loki usually wore some kind of impish smile to complement his twinkling eyes; you swore the way his lips twisted into those cunning smirks could bring you to your knees – not that you’d be complaining about being in that position…not for him, anyway.

Sigh. Your thoughts hadn’t even wandered below his neck yet, and you were already in need of a cold shower. Was he even aware of the hold he had on you?

Sometimes, you suspected that he knew. You were fast friends after he joined the team and moved into the tower, and not long after, you began to consider him your best friend. The two of you spent countless hours together – almost every free moment you both had to spare. Your time spent with him came with inevitable physical contact - innocent brushes of fingertips as you’d both reach for the last snack, warm hugs, and intimate contact while sparring. Sometimes, even, the occasional wrestling-match-turned-tickle-fight. Each touch, no matter the context, lit your skin on fire, burning with your desire for more. The conversations you had with him were often laced with innuendo; he’d make a suggestive remark and his lips would curl into a devilish grin as he watched the blush blossom over your neck and cheeks.

But – you told yourself – it didn’t mean anything; that’s just who he was: a relentless flirt. He’d often brag of his sexual exploits back on Asgard (which would also cause you to blush and choke on your drinks), and it was clear that Loki Laufeyson had quite the queue of women at his bedroom door, hoping for the chance to spend a night of passion with him. Perhaps there was some mild attraction, but there was no way he would ever have genuine interest in someone like you. How could he, when he was so damned perfect? And you were, well… you.

Last Christmas was his first “Midgardian Christmas” as he liked to call it. You had fond memories of showing him the traditional customs – decorating, wrapping gifts, watching Christmas movies, drinking hot chocolate, and you even got him to join in on some Christmas caroling. Your favorite memory from last year, though, was when he showed you his apartment at the Avengers tower. You had been inside before, of course, but he was so excited to show you how he decorated it himself, using what he learned after you had dragged him along with you to help decorate every other nook and cranny of the compound…

“Do you like it, darling? Did I live up to your rigorous standards?”

“Loki…” you gasped, “This is breathtaking!”

He beamed. “Well, I did have a masterful teacher.”

There was that damned smirk again.

“You’ve given it your own… flavor, too, I see.”

“There was no other option, Y/N. Midgardian Christmas decor consists of entirely too much red for my taste,” he remarked with a cringe. “It really is quite tacky. I’ve taken a more… elegant approach.”

“But what about holly berries? Candy canes? Poinsettias? Red ribbon, even?”

“What was that song you taught me last week? White Christmas? Well in here, darling, we have a Green Christmas, take it or leave it.”

Pulling yourself back to the present moment, you chuckled at the memory. Of course he couldn’t stand to see so much of his brother’s colors in his own quarters. Loki’s room was immaculately adorned with festive decorations, and not a speck of red could be found. The green fir tree in the corner was spectacularly embellished with glittering bulbs of the brightest emerald, silver, and gold. White lights and silver tinsel added to the sparkle, and nestled at the precipice was a beautifully ornate silver spinning wheel, a symbol of his mother, Frigga. The windows in his room were frosted, even though it hadn’t snowed that day, and when you approached them to investigate, you noticed they were not cold to the touch. Loki had frosted them himself, using his power as a Jotun, and then used his seidr to seal them so the frost would not melt, nor would the unwelcome chill seep into the cozy room. Hanging in each of the frosted windows was a green wreath, each one complete with a golden bow and a flickering candle. His usual black furniture and rich, emerald green soft furnishings throughout the room brought the entire look together. It was warm and inviting, but also strong and dark – just like him.

Here you were, daydreaming of that Green Christmas last year, and the nights you would have liked to spend in his room… in his bed.

It just wouldn’t do any more. Being best friends wasn’t enough; you needed more. Christmas was all about letting people know how much you love them, right? You resolved that you would tell Loki your true feelings for him on Christmas Eve.

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Christmas Eve arrived in the blink of an eye, and you’d never been more nervous in your life. You had rehearsed over and over again the words that you would say to him, but you feared it wouldn’t be enough. Or maybe it would be too much? Would it scare him away? Would you lose his friendship, that was so dear to you?

Stop it. You could do this.

You picked up the emerald green box adorned with a golden bow, which contained your gift for him. You had gotten him a simple and elegant tie clip, made of platinum, with a single emerald inlaid on the end. It had made you think of him right away when you saw it in the jewelry store, your mind immediately wandering to the thought of him in his all-black suit and tie combo, with that tie clip displayed proudly against his chest.

With the gift box in hand, you began your pilgrimage to his private quarters, where you had plans to do your gift exchange. As you approached the door, the flutters in your stomach increased their tempo from allegro to prestissimo; the blood pounding in your ears rose to a deafening crescendo. You audibly exhaled, trying desperately to catch your breath, and your hand trembled as it made its descent to give a shaky knock on the door. Your body was a perfect symphony of nervousness.

Loki promptly answered with his signature bright smile and twinkling eyes.

“Come in, come in, darling!” He beamed as he wrapped you in a warm embrace and placed an innocent kiss to your cheek that set your insides ablaze, “I’ve just finished up a fresh batch of hot chocolate for us to share.”

“Thank you, Loki, that sounds wonderful.” You placed his gift under the tree, next to a slightly larger one that you presumed was for you.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?”

Dammit. You had tried your best to cover your nerves, but he knew. He always knew with you.

“Yes, Loki, I promise everything is fine,” you assured him with the best smile you could muster, “but I do actually have something to talk to you about, if you wouldn’t mind sitting down.”

“Of course, darling, what is it?”

He made his way over to the sofa next to you, his brows knitting together and his oceanic orbs swirling with concern.

Here goes nothing…

“Loki, you mean so much to me; you’ve been my best friend at the compound practically since the moment you arrived. You’re my favorite person to spend time with, no matter what it is we are doing together. In fact, even when I’m not with you, I find my thoughts drifting to you, frequently during the most inopportune times. You’re often the last thing I’m thinking about when I drift off to sleep at night, and the first thing I’m thinking about when I wake up in the morning. I can’t keep pretending any more, Loki. I’ve fallen in love with you; irrevocably, maddeningly in love.”

You were avoiding eye contact, your fingers twiddling nervously with the hem of your skirt. The silence was deafening. Was he going to say something?

Just as you gathered the nerve to look up at him, you noticed that he had risen from the sofa and was walking towards the tree, with his back to you. Now you’d gone and done it; he was completely uncomfortable, avoiding you, even. You stood up from your seat on the couch, and began walking towards the door, rambling along the way.

“I - I’m so sorry, Loki. I’m sure that was uncomfortable, and maybe crossed a line and I just hope we can still be friends, but I understand that you need some space and I’ll — “

You gasped as a strong hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, preventing you from leaving and interrupting your nervous rambling.

“Y/N, just wait a minute. You didn’t open your gift yet.” His eyes gazed at you softly as he handed you the green box you had spotted earlier under the tree.

Your small hands shook as you pulled at the ribbon and lifted the lid, revealing the most beautiful gold necklace, with a single charm hanging from the chain – a dazzling emerald, surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds.

“Loki…” you whispered, “It’s so… it’s stunning, but it is too much!”

“Read the note, darling.”

You retrieved the small piece of paper that was placed strategically underneath the beautiful necklace, and unfolded it. You were greeted with Loki’s familiar handwriting.

Merry Christmas, Y/N. I’m so incredibly grateful that you’re in my life, and it is my highest hope that you will allow me to court you, and I offer you this necklace in my colors, as a symbol of our courtship, should you accept it. I love you, darling. xx Loki

Your eyes widened as you stared from the note back up to him.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then?” he asked coyly, with an arrogant smirk.

You nodded furiously; it was as if you momentarily had forgotten how to speak.

With a flick of his wrist and a twirl of his elegant finger, you were wrapped in a tendril of green light and pulled across the floor, and right into his arms, closing the gap that was between you. Before you could express your surprise at his gesture, his hands found their way to either side of your head, his thumbs brushing gently against your rosy cheeks, and he tilted your head so that his lips could meet yours. The kiss was soft at first, your lips exploring each other gently for the first time. Soon, though, the desire you both were harboring became evident, and the kiss grew heated, his tongue prodding your lips, begging for entry, which you easily granted. When he finally released you, you were both panting heavily, trying to catch your breath.

“I hope that was okay?” he questioned, slight concern gracing his breathtaking features.

“Trust me, it was more than okay,” you quipped, tugging on the collar of his sweater, “Now where were we?”

Your lips joined in another passionate kiss, and your heart leapt with unbridled joy. He wanted you to wear his colors. He was yours.

Your wish for a Green Christmas came true.

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magpie-murder · 6 months

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Hello. I hope you don't mind I use your askbox to vent, but poeple calling MCU Loki "God of Stories" is really pissing me off. His official title is God Loki and mistagging him only clogs the tag for actual God(dess) of Stories Loki from the comics.

I don't know if poeple mistag because they think it's going to give them more engagement (hello, this is Tumblr, not Twitter or Instagram), but this practice is both extremely annoying and counterproductive. Poeple who use the Enchantricks tags don't want to see Loki/Sylvie content, and Loki/Sylvie shippers have their own tags so mistagging is absolutely useless and only brings negative engagement. Same goes for every characters who get mistagged. Sylvie fans don't call her "Lady Loki", I don't think a single B-15 fan is going to call her Verity in the long term (we all have our HC names for her anyways ^^), etc...

I really wish poeple understood that. I've only seen anti-series fans complain about that, but as a fan of both the series and the comics, when I go to the God of the Stories time, it's to look at pictures of AoA Loki. Mistagging is just like putting a mess on the library shelves, it is lazy and serves no other purpose than annoy the next user.

yes, holy shit, i hate it. i'm genuinely leaving the fandom over this, ditching this blog and making a new one and everything. the only thing that stuff like this does is demoralize people.

our discord server is trying our best to implement a new comic loki tagging system because of this crosstagging problem. not a lot of people are using it yet, but these are the tags we're trying to get people to use in addition to normal comic book tags (it would help a TON if people went back and added these to their old 616)

#the echo of a scream — kid loki (comics only)

#moon queen and magic theatre — god(dess) of stories loki (comics only)

#the magpie who whispers — ikol/agent loki (comics only)

#human lie detector. the best and only friend — verity willis (comics only)

#váli.txt #ask and ye shall be answered #the echo of a scream #the magpie who whispers #moon queen and magic theatre #human lie detector. the best and only friend #loki agent of asgard #loki aoa #kid loki #god of stories #loki god of stories #god of stories loki #verity willis #loki comics #aoa loki #loki

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wheredafandomat · 1 year

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The Ropes

Dads best friend Loki! x female reader

18+ | despite the name there aren’t actually any ropes 😭 contains smut - age gap but reader is a grown woman capable of making her own decisions

It had been just over an hour of greasing palms and avoiding Loki. It was your dads annual gala and he was finally introducing you as a partner. You focused on smiling brightly at his guests, most of which were other wealthy businessmen who could easily be manipulated by the faux promise of them potentially being able to see up your skirt one day, something you’d bare in mind once you eventually took the company over; your dad always did want an early retirement. The only man not perverse enough to hand over a fortune for a date with you was none other than Tony Stark which was unexpected considering his track record. The walls talk. He often told you you reminded him of a younger version of himself. Minus the beard you’d often laugh to which he’d reply something about both of you growing up rich, not wealthy. You never truly did understand what he meant by that. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you were actively trying to avoid a man double your age after he walked in with a stunning blonde on his arm. Surely you couldn’t blame daddy issues when daddy hired maids to look after you in the comfort of the manor you were raised in; you’d blame your own immaturity. Rich not wealthy, the words reverberated through your head.

“I’d like to make a toast” your dad announced, tapping a glass as he gathered everyone’s attention including Loki who’s eyes met yours before turning to your dad. “I want to welcome my newest employee, my partner, my darling y/n” he beamed, gesturing for you to join him. With a smile of your own, you made your way towards him, kissing him on the cheek.

“Thanks daddy” you grinned, spinning to face the photographer.

“Loki, join us” your dad called out to the man too enthralled by his whore date to even notice there were pictures being taken. Your eyes followed him as he walked towards you, standing on the other side of you as the three of you posed for the picture.

“Smileee”

Snap

A few pictures later, Lokis hand left where it held the small of your back before he turned towards your dad who was speaking to him. You could barely hear them, too focused on the loud beating of your heart at Lokis previous closeness, the smell of his cologne, the betrayal you felt at him bringing another woman. Of course you could never be together publicly, how you wanted to be, he could never be yours but it hurt nonetheless seeing him like that with someone else.

“Loki I was wondering if you’d be able to show y/n the ropes” your dad requested, the sound of your name catching your attention.

“The ropes” Loki began, a small smile gracing his features as you looked at him “that’d be my pleasure” he assured causing you to roll your eyes at his tone.

“Excellent” your dad clapped “there are actually a few folders on my desk, have her file them please, wouldn’t want someone stumbling upon them. Sticky fingers these business men, sticky fingers.”

“I don’t doubt it” Loki answered, wriggling his own fingers “come on y/n, off we go.”

“And one last thing Loki” your dad interrupted, Loki turning to face him “that’s one fine lady you’ve got, she the reason you’re so smiley?”

“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell” Loki replied, turning away and continuing his walk “come on” he gestured to you. Sighing, you followed him.

Both of you walked in silence. Half of you couldn’t wait to finally be alone with Loki, you had missed him, it had been almost two weeks since you had seen him but the other half of you was furious, upset. How long had he been seeing blondie? Had he really been happier? Was he simply using you until he found someone better, more mature, prettier? Your mind swirled with questions, your heart rate increasing again the closer you drew to your dads office. What if this was Lokis way of letting you down gently, get you alone to break your heart on the one night you couldn’t make a scene. Once you both reached the office, Loki held the door open for you before making his way towards your dads desk and sitting at the chair. You looked at the files scattered along it as opposed to at Loki who was clearly looking at you. For the first time ever, he intimidated you, you felt nervous. His jaw was clenched, that much was clear and he seemed stern.

“You’ve been avoiding me” he finally spoke, a harshness to his tone.

“And you’ve brought a date” you answered with a newfound confidence as you rolled your shoulders back and straightened your posture, glaring at him.

“Well I couldn’t tell your father that the reason for my newfound happiness was his darling daughter now could I” he replied causing you to scoff as you looked away from him “besides, she’s far more interested in you than she is me.”

“Oh” you murmured, eyes widening in realisation. You stepped towards Loki, sitting at the edge of the desk in front of him.

“Anyways” he began “considering I’m supposed to be showing you the ropes—”

“You’re not my dads lackey” you interrupted.

“The first thing to note when it comes to filing is” he continued, one of his hands trailing up your thigh.

“So you’re not seeing anyone?” You questioned.

“Well, unless you count yourself” he winked, looking up at you, his hand still moving underneath your dress.

“Good” you smiled, leaning down to kiss him, widening your legs so he could position himself between them. Standing up, Loki deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing past yours as he pulled you closer towards him from the edge of the desk, you reaching up, pushing his blazer off of his shoulders. Breaking the kiss, you used his tie to pull him closer so you could whisper in his ear. “What if we get caught?” You asked licking the shell of his ear.

“We won’t” he answered “besides, this all excites you doesn’t it?”

“Who doesn’t love a thrill” you grinned, kissing him again, deeply. Breaking the kiss, Lokis lips trailed over your neck as he lowered himself onto the floor on his knees. Hooking his thumbs under the waistband of your panties, he pulled them down slowly, noticing your breath hitch when he brought them to his nose, inhaling. Your eyes fell closed as he began peppering kisses up your thighs, resting one of your legs on his shoulder as he pushed them apart, tongue darting out to lick your clit. “Loki” you moaned quietly, his lips wrapping around the bundle of nerves before he sucked causing you to take a harsh inhale. His tongue travelled lower, licking at your entrance before he reached your clit again, your knuckles white as you tightly gripped the edge of the desk. The urge to moan his name loudly threatening to evade you. “Loki, I’m so closee” you mewled, your climax fast approaching as he flicked your clit with his tongue before rolling it across it.

“Cum for me princess” he urged before sucking your clit again causing you to orgasm, thighs quivering as he rode you through your high until you pushed his head away, the overstimulation rippling through you. Retreating from your centre, he kissed your thighs again, leaving love bites before you could stop him.

“Don’t leave them too low” you interrupted, Loki looking up at you with an amused expression at your tone, clearly you weren’t on cloud nine anymore. “Last time I had to wear trousers” you added.

“Wear longer dresses then” he shrugged, standing to his feet, his erection near level to your face before you began to unbutton his dress pants, running your hand over his length.

“Want me to return the favour baby?” You smiled, licking your lips.

“No, I want you to bend over this desk” he replied.

Wasting no time, you turned over, bending over the desk as Loki pushed your dress up a little more. Untying his tie, he tied it around your mouth, needing you to not make a sound as he fucked you. There was a whole party happening only a mere dozen metres away, he couldn’t risk you both being caught. Gripping his cock, he guided the tip through your wet folds, spreading your arousal down his shaft before lining himself up with your waiting entrance. Thrusting inside, he had to bite his lip to stifle his own groan at the feeling of your walls gripping him. Moving his hips backwards, he pulled out of you before thrusting inside of you again, your walls gripping him more wantonly.

“Ah y/n” he uttered, concealing his pleasure as best he could as he fucked you. Tears spilled from the corner of your eyes as you shut them tightly, another orgasm quickly approaching you. It felt like forever since you had last felt Loki breach you, every time felt brand new, he fucked you so good, it was addictive. His fingertips dug into your hip, his attempt at keeping quiet as he changed his pace, his own peak approaching. “Fuckk” he breathed out before stilling, spilling into you as he came, your own orgasm hitting you leaving your knees buckling, legs shaking as they threatened to collapse underneath you. “Perfect, just perfect” Loki exhaled, pumping into you a couple more times as you both sailed through your highs before he pulled out. “Consider the ropes shown” Loki chuckled, removing your makeshift gag.

“Next time we have to go somewhere we don’t have to be so quiet.” You spoke, pulling your dress down.

“Agreed. Now, let’s get you cleaned up” he announced, pulling you towards the bathroom opposite, the files still askew on the desk.

I like finding random gifs like this one 😂

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