#dark!thor x you

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Size

Pairing: Soft Dark!Thor Odinson x Reader

Kink Prompt: Size [Size Kink]

Word Count: 1,956

Summary: You accept a catering job from a customer.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Lightly Implied Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Size Kink, Stalking, Smut, Darkfic, Forced Intoxication, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: entry number five and the latest of my very late week 2 fics for my kinktober celebration! mind the tags and warnings, as always, and enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics​

Thor’s… infatuation begins as all things do—small. 

 It is perhaps the turn of your head as you make his coffee—dark and sweet, the way he likes it. Or maybe the set of your mouth as you pour, full lips pressed together into as you concentrate. Small, soft hands, sweet, round face, filling his thoughts to bursting, and still he cannot get enough of you. Your flour smudged cheeks, fingers stained with spun sugar, you are as addictive as the sweets he lines up for, standing a full head taller than every other person in the queue. 

 He isn’t entirely sure when he began coming for you instead of the sweets lining the shelves and window displays of your shop. His first visit, Thor had thought of nothing else besides assuaging his craving for sweets. Now, however, his thoughts are consumed with other things—

 Like whether or not the girth of his cock will fit between your pretty lips. 

 He inhales the scent of warm sugar and browned butter, shifting impatiently. He wants to force his way to the front, demand you close down and serve only him, the way he would if he were home, on Asgard. But he knows that you require a light touch, a gentler hand. The way you peek bashfully up at him through your lashes when he finally reaches the front of the line tells him this. 

 “H-hello, um, again,” you say, a smile spreading across your full lips. Your hair is tied back with a white kerchief, but a few curls spring out to frame your pretty face. He watches your throat move as you swallow nervously. 

 “Greetings,” he replies, gracing you with a charming smile. He rubs the back of his neck a little, as his smile turns embarrassed. “I fear I simply cannot stay away.” His self-deprecating laugh earns him a sweet little laugh. 

 “Oh gosh. That’s, you’re just—“ You stammer nervously, shaking your head. “Flatterer.”

 “We had a baker, in the castle. His only task was to deliver the finest of pastries to us. I fear you have him beat on all accounts.” You shake your head, laughing again, this time with disbelief. “And that is not flattery. It cannot be flattery if it is true.”

 Uncomfortable with the compliment, you try to steer the conversation back to the transaction, the one thing Thor is trying to put off. “You’re too kind. What can I get for you today?” 

 “I shall have two of your fruit tarts. And one of these, please.” He points to a delicately frosted cookie in one of the display cases. As you’re puttering about getting his order together, Thor clears his throat. “I also come with a business proposal.” 

 You stop and turn to look at him. “Like… a catering thing?” 

 He nods. 

 “Yes. We are to celebrate the start of the harvest season, might you grace our tables with your talents?” You swallow again, teeth sinking into your deliciously plump lower lip as you slowly drop the cookie into a wax paper bag and replace the tongs on the lid. 

 “Where is it?”

 —

 New Asgard is not as glorious to behold as his home once was, but he is still impressed by the traditional architecture the remainder of his people have been able to erect. The mead hall is bright and bustling with activity, the festivities well underway. Thor watches as you flit from serving table to serving table, fussing over the plates. When you see him watching you, you smile apologetically. 

 “Sorry. I get… controlling, when I cater.” You nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I hope everything has been good.”

 “Delicious. I could not have asked for better.” He produces a goblet of Asgardian wine, and it’s massive in your small hands. “I do not believe you have partaken.” He smiles. “It is a celebration, is it not?”

 You try to put the goblet down on the small table, but Thor’s smile drops by a fraction. He sees the desire to please in you plainly, and this time is no exception as you hesitate, and then turn back to him. 

 “I’m—well, you know, I’m working, technically.” He looses a booming laugh in response.

 “If you are working, then I am your employer, am I not? Please, enjoy the evening.” He watches you carefully as you tip the goblet up to your lips. Your eyebrows rise with surprise. 

 “This is good, actually.” You sniff at the alcohol, looking up at him. “I’m not really much of a drinker,” you admit with a sheepish look. 

 “Mead. Our finest. You’ll find the quality quite different from that of your Midgardian brew.” 

 “Yes, it’s sweeter,” you chirp, taking another sip. Thor is careful to keep the knowing smile from his face. “I like it.” He chats idly with you as you finish it, draining the goblet. 

 “I must ask. What led you to this profession?”

 “Oh, um. My grandmother, actually.” The alcohol has loosened your tongue. You press a hand to your warm cheek. “I grew up with her, and she was always baking. I’m sure you can tell,” you point at yourself, a self-shame dripping from every syllable. 

 “I’m afraid I do not share that particular Midgardian sensibility,” he says casually. “My people find a,” he pauses, letting his eyes linger on yours for a moment more than was appropriate, “robust figure to be a sign of good health.” His smile widens by a fraction. “And virility.”  He turns to a passing server, and plucks another two goblets of wine from her tray. Thor presents one to you, and you’re too flustered not to take it. 

 You take a few sips, and Thor readies his timed apology. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to offend.”

 “Y-you, um, you didn’t.” You’re eager to change the subject, and Thor obliges. 

 “Would you like a tour?” He asks, the smile on his face turning proud. “I would be honored to show you.” You want to be talking about anything other than yourself, and so you nod as Thor watches you drain your second goblet. 

 “Yes, yes please. That would be wonderful.” 

 He walks you through the tapestries lining the walls of the great hall, victories and feats of valor performed by his father, his ancestors. There are artifacts on marble pedestals in the hallway, and as Thor closes the large doors behind him, the sound of festivities fades into interminable silence. You marvel appropriately at his treasures, and Thor beams at you. 

 “My father’s helm,” he replies, nodding at the golden helmet you stand in front of. “It was quite something to see him ride into battle.” 

 “These are amazing,” you reply earnestly. “I’m… I’m very sorry. About what happened.” 

 His smile turns grim. “Yes.” He grimaces. “A loss I fear my people shall never recover from.” The long hallway begins to slope upward, leading to a set of stone steps. He leads you up them, and you follow unquestioningly. His own chambers are above the mead hall, ornately furnished in the style of his destroyed home. You gape at the luxury of it as he leads you inside, your eyes moving from the brightly lit fire in the hearth to the bed, the balcony. The settees and pillows in front of the hearth make for fine seating, and there is a pitcher of wine and two glasses on the table. Thor motions for you to sit, and you do. 

 You smooth the silky fabric of your dress behind you carefully as you perch on the pillows, and Thor begins to pour you another glass. 

 “I really shouldn’t—”

 “What is another glass of wine between friends, hmm?” He asks, knowing full well that the inside of your skull must be buzzing fiercely already. Cowed, you meekly accept the goblet, raising it to your lips as he raises his. “I must complement you once again,” he says, and you fidget, drinking deeply from your goblet. 

 “T-thank you. I honestly… I can’t believe you asked me.” Thor settles himself beside you, close enough that your thighs touch. 

 “I could think of none better.” His hand falls to your shoulder, and you swallow thickly, and lean forward to place your goblet back on the little table in front of you. You miscalculate though, and almost miss. Thor quickly snatches the cup from your alcohol-clumsy fingers with a chuckle. 

“Careful, little mouse.”

 You duck your head.  “I’m—I’m sorry. I think I’ve had a bit too much to drink.” The words are slurry and heavy on your tongue, he can tell by how their edges run together, the words blurring like runny watercolor. “I—”

 “It is strong, is it not?” He hums, placing it on the table. 

 “Y-yes.” You blink up at him blearily before shaking your head. “I-I should go. Check back on the—” His hand clamps down your thigh, large enough to cover most of it with his palm. Thor squeezes gently. 

 “No, pet,” Thor chides you softly. “We’re having a conversation. It is rude to leave now.” You squeak as he squeezes again. “You know, I quite like you.” He revels in the feel of your soft skin under the thin fabric of your dress, his hand moving slowly up and down your thigh. Your eyes widen as you search for an exit, your mouth opening and closing while you try to find words to dissuade him.

 “Th-that’s very nice, but, I, um—”

 Thor chokes off your protests by lifting the goblet to your lips for you. He tilts it up as his other hand slides behind your head. Your eyes widen with shock, and you cough, sputtering as he tips the wine down your throat. Some of it runs out of the corners of your mouth as you choke on it, but far more of it goes down your throat. You feel dizzy and sick as he pulls away, swaying dangerously on the couch. 

 His hands are already working at his belts and trousers furiously, before loosing the cape at his shoulders. You lift a hand to your head as you try—and fail—to stand, falling back to the cushions. Thor hushes your drunken, mumbled protests with his own mouth, sighing as he runs his tongue along the seam of your lips. You’re so small, his hands span almost the length of your waist as he grabs you about the hips, pulling you down until your hips fit lewdly against his. You try to close your thighs around his hips clumsily. The movement forces your dress up your hips, exposing your panties as you fidget.

 “—I, wait—”

 “It’s alright, pet,” he brushes one of this thumbs across your lips, slipping it between them as you open your mouth to speak again. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” He groans at the sight of you, and slaps his cock against your vulva a few times for good measure. 

 “F-feel good?” You mumble drunkenly, looking up at him with wide, glassy eyes. 

 “Oh yes, pet,” he purrs, fisting his length in one hand. The thick, veiny length of him stretches almost to your belly button, and as he plays with the swelling nub at your center, you grow slick and whiny. Your breath hitches in your chest as he presses against your tight entrance, your cunt stretching reluctantly around his head. You whine, pressing your head back into the pillows as you huff through your teeth. 

 “T-too big, Thor—” The head pops inside and he feels you shudder, the words turning into an embarrassedly pleased moan. 

 “On the contrary pet,” he says lowly, drawing back only to drive in another few inches. “I think it’s just right.”

 fin

Hello friends! I no longer maintain a taglist, so please follow @box-of-bones-library​ for updates and new work, thank you! 

Likes and comments are amazing, but reblogs are golden! Please consider sharing my work so that others can see it too!

#thor odinson fic #thor odinson smut #thor odinson x reader #thor odinson x you #thor odinson imagine #thor odinson x y/n #dark!thor #dark!thor x reader #dark!thor x you #dark!thor imagine #smut #mcu fanfiction #mcu fic #dark!fic #darkfic #au!dark #boxofbonesfic #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #kinktober 22 #kinktober22

[michelleleewise]

Worthy Masterlist-

Pairing: Dark! Thor x female reader

Warnings: manipulation, power imbalance, coercion, drugging, abduction, stalking, mentions of past trauma, forced imprisonment, swearing, mild violence, dubcon/subcon elements, unwanted touching, each chapter will have its own warnings. Please read them before proceeding.

Summary: After your recent breakup your self esteem is at an all time low, so you take your friends advice and seek professional help, not knowing what may lie ahead....

A/N- mood board made by the lovely and talented @mochie85!!! Thank you so much!!! This is my first venture into dark stories, let's see what happens.

Again, this is a dark fic and 18+. Do not proceed if any of the warnings are upsetting.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

#dark!thor #dark drabble #dark series #dark thor #dark!thor x reader #dark!thor x female reader #dark!thor x you #dark au #thor au #thor fanfic #thor fanfiction #thor x f! reader #thor x you #thor x female reader #thor x reader #thor x y/n #thor odinson x you #thor odinson fanfic #thor odinson fanfiction #thor odinson imagine #thor odinson #thor odinson x female reader #thor odinson x y/n #thor odinson x reader #worthy #masterlist #dark fic

[smolvenger]

The Ceremony (Loki x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: You and your dear prince, Loki of Asgard, are finally getting married. But in order for the marriage to be legitimate, your wedding night and consummation must be witnessed...

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: 18+ SMUT Y'ALL ! SMUT! SMUT IN THE LAST THIRD! Voyeurism, loss of virginity, fem receiving oral, p in v sex, dirty talk, loss of innocence kink and some possessiveness kink. But lots of fluff, especially romantic, wedding fluff. Loki is a good protective fiancee/husband. I did wee research on Norse weddings but it's not about the accuracy, it's about the vibes.

A/N: This was written especially for @lokisprettygirl/ @lokisprettygirl22 (if I tag the wrong person, I apologize!) Follower Count Celebration as a submission! Wanted to try something I always wanted to write and get a new piece out there! Enjoy!

Comments, reblogs, dms, and asks about my work are always appreciated!

Taglist: @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over (with one small bit inspired by the weddings headcanons! :) ) @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

“The Wedding Night must be witnessed by the court in order for the marriage to be valid,” Heimdall announced.

There was a silence over the table where all of you sat. Your jaw dropped and the look on the face of your intended prince Loki, became pure white. The other faces at the table all remained composed. Though Thor looked down a little, blushing.

Your dear Prince Loki asked you to marry him in his mother’s garden. You kissed him and said yes as you both cried happy tears and embraced. You were not born to royalty like he. You understood that there were certain parts of etiquette that had to be upheld. Traditions that would be honored. And everything you learned so far made sense and didn’t seem too bad or out of place. Bow to the AllFather as king. Use “please” and “thank you.” Watch your words. Show respect to the Allmother Frigga. All of that was common sense.

But this…this was different.

You had never lain with a man before. You and Loki shared heated kisses and embraces, but they were always interrupted before it could go further. Sif would walk in and clear her throat. Frigga would call to talk to her son. And then hearing on the insistence of a future princess being chaste, you thought it was pure dumb luck. After the engagement, both of you agreed to wait. So, there would be absolutely no reason for anyone to object to the marriage.

But the times you imagined what your first time would be like, you never imagined it being watched by others!

“There are…ways around it, but it is how it is done…and Y/N, your parents assured us you are…untouched, yes?” Heimdall asked, despite the slight embarrassment in his tone.

“Yes…yes I am,” you confirmed.

Loki glanced at you, then he stretched out a hand to hold yours on the table.

“We…we don’t have to do it. No one should force Y/N to do it!” he argued.

“First, we must guarantee a possible heir should Thor never have one.”

Thor flared his nostrils.

“Second and more important, we need certainty of the marriage’s consummation. It could risk annulment if not-then you both will not even be considered married.”

Loki moved his chair to be closer to you and wrapped a protective arm around you. You could feel him tighten up. Like he was going to whip out his daggers and fight Heimdall there and then.

“Could I have a say in this? A choice?” you voiced out.

The idea….of people all watching then turned in your head. It was a little nerve wracking. But something else was stirring inside you. Finally making love to the most desirable man in the nine realms as people watched became suddenly…titillating. You felt your lower innards already begin to anticipate it. It was no longer dread…it was excitement.

Loki gripped your hand and arm. Both of you shared a look and then you stared out at them. Faces all turned to you. Odin was quiet and crossed his arms. Frigga only folded her hands, but her eyes were soft. Her mouth half-open as if to speak, yet she didn’t. Thor’s eyes became giant, blue plates on his face, and he listened with intensity. Now they had to listen to you- their future princess.

“I say…we should do it. We will have the bedding ceremony. It’s tradition and might as well follow it. And that way, no one will question Loki being my husband, as he is in my heart already,” you announced.

Loki relaxed- you felt the muscles from his arm and the hold on his hand soften. He even blinked rapidly and began a slow smile.

“I have my consent for the bedding ceremony,” you announced.

Loki looked at them with a nod.

“If she is fine by it, then so am I.” he agreed.

Done and done. Heimdall nodded with a small smile-it was settled with only a minor conflict. The table then moved on to discuss other things about the wedding. One minute you were discussing the consummation, and next there was discussion of what color the bridesmaids would wear, and which roast meat to serve at the feast! When they got up and left, Loki practically pulled you aside. He touched your shoulders, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Y/N. Let me know. You don’t have to please them-you don’t have to let them force you to do anything you don’t want to. Please tell me- you can always tell me your secrets, darling. Y/N- are fine with the consummation ceremony?”

“Why do you ask?” you pressed.

Loki cupped your cheek with both hands. His voice grew intense.

“I swore to you to defend you. And this includes my own palace- I won’t let any of them humiliate you! I’ll kill them if they do!” he declared.

You leaned into his touch, kissing his hand. You gave him a smile. You reached up to touch his hand, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

“Loki…I…I am fine by it. I am…you need not worry. I think it will be nerve wracking, yes. I am not out of my wits to admit it. But it’s also…tantalizing.  I like the idea of people watching us when we do it,” you replied.

You heard him let out a long exhale. Then he wrapped his arms around you to keep you close. You both looked up at each other. You could sense the adoration in his eyes. He was protective-because he cared about you. And that made you even prouder to call him yours.

“My dear lady…and soon my wife…if this is not under any pressure, and your decision…then it is yours and ours,” he said.

You gave him a kiss on the cheek. He flashed a smile that could make Jotun itself melt.

“Then…only a week?” you asked.

“Only a week.” He confirmed.

“But Loki, when I lie with you the first time…Will it hurt?”

He smiles.

“Maybe not…unless you beg me to hurt you…”

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

Seven days flew by. Before you knew it, the wedding arrived.

It was a beautiful, opulent wedding. Flowers decorated the place in every corner. There was going to be an altar, or a hörgr, placed on the throne room on a table. Even that was decorated. There were green ribbons tied around each column and table. After all, you were still marrying a prince! The guests were all bedecked in their finest clothes. Long silk gowns and velvet draping the floors. To make sure there was no doubt that this was a royal wedding.

      Your bridesmaids did their best to calm you in the other room before it began. One squeezed your hand. The other smoothed out the skirt of your dress. Assuring you it would be alright.

It made your mind wander. You were about to lie with Prince Loki for the first time in front of others. It made your heartbeat faster. But no... that was for later. Now you only had to stand by at an altar and make vows before the AllFather. That was all. Nothing complicated.

“I heard that prince Loki himself is nervous! Pacing about the halls in his cape! All because he wants to be good for you! He’s the same as you are now!” one gossiped.

“Really?” you asked.

“Yes, really! Everyone gets nervous on their wedding day, Y/N!”

You did notice a little crumb on your dress from when all of you had snacks of bread, cheese, and grapes to keep you satiated before the meal. You laughed and wiped it off.

Your own gown was a white one- to represent innocence. Virtue. Though now that you were about to become a princess it sparkled everywhere in the long, full skirt. It was as if you were made of diamonds. But there was a touch of sensuality to it. The sleeves fell off your shoulders and revealed your neckline and collarbones. You had to smile at the big of cleavage it did show. To give Loki especially what he had to look forward to. Tonight, and all his nights.

Then it was announced for the marriage ceremony to begin. Your own parents went over to stand by you to give you away. to stand in the front row. To see you, their dear little girl, on her big day.

Servants held out lit candles for everyone. Thor's own seemed tiny in his big hands. Only Loki and Heimdall, who was performing the ceremony, did not hold any. Loki, bedecked in his armor, a smaller version of his helmet (he was worried if he kissed you, the larger helmet would knock down and whack you on the head before everyone watching), and green cape, turned to Thor.

"Brother, do not fret. I'll do the fretting for you!" Thor assured like a puppy wagging its tail. Thor couldn’t whisper if he tried, but his tone of voice was soft.

"How do I look?" Loki asked, rechecking to make sure his armor was clean for the hundredth time.

"Like a groom!” Thor assured him.

"Good..."

Thor patted a large hand on his shoulder. Then at the presence of so many flowers, the god of thunder sneezed a sneeze that could rattle bones into his arm.

      The guests all took their places, standing around the great throne room. They began to murmur like an audience to a new play. Then a few lutes, woodwinds, and a harp began playing. It was finally time.

Down went wedding party. Walking slowly to savor the occasion. They stood in their places before the altar. The guests all smiled brightly.

But none as much as Loki when you walked out.

  You walked down. You wore a veil over your face and saw it through that filter of white. But thin enough you could distinguish everything. It glittered like snow in the moonlight. You sensed that the guests smiled at you.  Your mother and father escorted you down there. You saw the court shifting their faces. Just to get a glimpse of you walking by.

 But you saw Loki at the altar through it. And feelings overflowed your chest to see him.  Despite the trembling in his hands, when you walked out, he instantly relaxed. Both of you locked eyes. You saw a small ghost of a laugh that made his shoulders drop. The gold among his green and black robes seemed to glow even more.

You noticed Thor in his long, red cape and silver breastplate next to his brother. Odin in his own armor and Frigga with her hair done up and standing bedecked in a gold dress and an elaborate necklace beaming at you. Odin looked a little bored, but what did you care? You were marrying the love of your life! You would deal with your father-in-law’s nonsense later.  

As you approached it, you handed your bouquet of flowers to a bridesmaid. Loki was standing taller when you got closer. His cheeks were red. You felt him warm up as you approached him. Then he took the veil and, with his powerful hands, lifted it from your face.

      All the eyes were on you and your own bread was curdling in your stomach. But as you looked into his eyes, you felt it was all worth it. You had never seen Loki beam so happily in ages. Your father gave you a kiss on the forehead from over the veil.  He placed your hand on Loki's. He then looked at the prince. Loki gave your father a wink and then both of you turned to face Heimdall.

You felt the god’s fingers between yours as he held it. You were entering this union together. IT was all you felt. It was like the world was just a buzz. The ringing of bells heard only in the distance. You turned your head to admire his handsome profile, and he looked back at you. For only a second, it was as if the two of you were alone in the realm. Then with an exhale, you both turned towards the altar.

"Dear people of Asgard, we are here to witness the matrimonial rite of Prince Loki, God of Mischief and Y/N. Now-make your vows to each other,” Heimdall intoned with his own powerful baritone, he raised a hand.

You both turned to each other, holding hands before the altar. Loki looked at you with his beautiful, blue eyes, and though they were wedding vows, they seemed to come naturally as if they were words just appearing in his mouth.

"I, Loki, do swear before the AllFather and AllMother, take you to be my wife, my friend, my lover, and my companion. From this day until only death parts us. Before our family and friends, I pledge you my fidelity, refusing all others as long as we live. My softest words and tenderest embraces. The protection of my crown, my magic, my sword, and my body. In battle and in peace. In sickness and in health. In joy and in sorrow. I shall respect and love you boundlessly, no matter what may happen to me or what you may do. I shall support and cherish you each morning, day and night.  From this hour, as long as we both live."

The words from him sounded so lovely, you felt a small tear in the corner of your eye. But your smile never dropped.

With a steady voice, you said your own vows back at him. There was an exchange of swords between your families and Loki’s-to symbolize the protection you would give each other. Heimdall’s then brought two rings, conjured by magic. You each slipped a ring on the finger of the other. Perfectly fitting gold bands, golden as his helmet, as light, as warmth. Both of you peeked down at the pretty bands and how they matched each other. For both of you knew, two souls so in love they merged and melded as one.

“AllFather and AllMother, protect and bless them, guide them in their new union…” all began to pray.

There were a few final prayers and a hymn. Incense was lit in honor of Freya, the goddess of love, along with an offer of flowers. Then Heimdall turned you both to face the palace. Heimdall was a serious man, but you heard his voice declaring with joy from behind you.

      "The AllFather and Allmother Now, before all the gods, the people of Asgard, and -I now declare you both-Prince and Princess of Asgard. Husband and wife. Now...seal your vows with a kiss before all."

Loki turned his face to you.  You felt his hands go to your waist pulling you closer. He kissed you there in front of everyone. You felt his tongue push forward. and you let a small sound at the feeling of it. Definitely a more sensual kiss than the normal chaste pecks he would give you in his family’s presence. You could taste cinnamon on his tongue and feel the slight brush of his long eyelashes against your face from how close he was. Then he let go. 

Everyone raised their candles and cried "All praise the AllFather and Allmother. The Prince and Princess of Asgard!"

Then they blew out their candles and applauded. You and Loki held hands as music soared. Both of you walked arm in arm. Glancing at each other like excited children and then each other. Flowers petals were even thrown in your direction as you both made you way down there. Down to the feast.

 The meal was brief. At least, it felt brief for you. Talking and attending to so many people who came over to wish you both congratulations. Loki even made a toast, calling himself the luckiest man in the nine realms to be yours. There was more food than you could name. You enjoyed the foods served that you loved. Loki insisted that you have a break from talking to guests to eat your own food at your own wedding. You ate until you were full, but not surplus to where you would get sick. Good night, if you had to have your wedding night before witnesses, you were not going to vomit.

But the time was passing. Loki looked over at you. He noticed a servant take away your plate.

“My love…are you ready now….for the…the other ceremony?” he asked.

Your heart picked as if you were running, though you sat still. Then you nodded. You brought his hands to yours and kissed it.

“Yes, husband, I am,” you assured him.

Loki looked at Heimdall. He rose and all the happy chatter from the meal fell silent.  

“Now…it is time for the bedding ceremony…” Heimdall announced.

You were led into two separate chambers. Your bridesmaids dressed you out of your gown into a white robe. It was made of lace that was so light on your skin, it was a little cold. But it was beautiful, and you touched the pattern of the fabric of your sleeves to feel it. They escorted you out through the halls. You felt your blood course through you, but you did your best to put on a brace face. But there was some stifled and suppressed giggling from all of them- even you out of your own mixed excitement and nervousness.

You were led back out to the throne room. Now there were torches alight, but it was still dark. The night’s darkness had shone and spread her ink through, and one needed a lit candle to get around. There was a crowd of courtiers, all of whom were wedding guests. But most striking of all- a bed was moved to be there in that room.

It was a canopy bed with light, white drapes. enough room for the two of you to sleep-or rather, to not sleep. Thin as a summer breeze and just as delicate.  Right before the altar and there, the two thrones. The bed itself was surrounded by flowers around it, lovely white roses and a few green ones, complimenting the green sheets and green pillows. Such a bed could only be conjured there by magic, created by magic.

Loki was then given to you. He had his own silk green robe on. His raven curls dangled over his shoulders. You saw a peek of his delicious chest from the V of the robe and licked your lips. He walked up to you. He wrapped his arms in an embrace and then whispered into your ear.

“Are you ready, my dove? Are you ready?” he repeated.

“Yes…yes I am,” you answered.

There were the musicians- the harps, woodwinds, and you heard drums too. They began to play from the corner. The court gathered more lit candles-it was dark. But with music, the candles, the flowers, and the pretty bed, it did make it…romantic, oddly. It could be much worse. Much worse would be a rough, awkward tumbling before your parents.

Loki cupped your face. He looked at you- raw without all your finery. Seeing every bit of you. His eyes did have lust as they wandered to the skin that peeked from your lace, but there was more…he was quiet. His thumb traced over your lips.

“What is it?” you asked him,

You’re so…so…beautiful…so wonderful…” he murmured.

He gave you a kiss on the forehead. Then He then turned to all of them. He raised his arms out, a signature gesture with that smile that oozed charm and mischief. Such a man. No wonder it was easy to love him. And easier to marry him. Now you only had to lie with him and now that seemed easiest of all. His own voice made desire soak through you and you felt your legs squirm, a wetness growing between you as he said the words.

“Now, all of you wish to watch? Then watch. Witness just how much I love this woman. I adore her. I want her. And now that she is my wife, see how much love and pleasure I can give her in one moment…” He boasted.

He returned to you and began to kiss you. But deeper. It was a loud, wet kiss with more tongue. You could taste the feast on him, his breath. He groaned and he kept doing it, his hands wandering up your back, feeling how only one layer separated your skin from his. He removed his lips and voiced.

“And now…now your innocence is mine too…”

He pressed against you. You felt your own body against him, naturally. His hands went down to the tie of your robe. You began to take shallow breaths, your chest heaving. Loki’s eyes fluttered to see just some of how it moved with your breasts and his smile grew devilish. He only took one step away.

“All of this tucked away from me…not anymore now…let me take you in, my dear…”

He pulled on the knot once and it was undone. He then put his hands to your shoulders and gently slid the robe off. Dramatically revealing your shoulders, your breasts, your stomach. It pooled down to your feet in a puddle of lace, revealing all of you before the court.

The eyes were watching each inch of your skin. You raise an arm to cover yourself out of habit, feeling naked on the inside as well as the outside, but Loki gently removed your arms, smiling over your breasts, stomach, hips.

“You’re exquisite, Y/N…the softness…your shape…everything. And now they all will see you…and they’ll kneel before you as they do to me, it’s only what you deserve, my little princess. Let them see you…let me see you,” he whispered.

With a sigh he kissed you again, pressing his tongue further. He put his hands behind your head. You felt him get hard beneath the thin layer of his emerald silk robe. You wrapped your arms around him, you felt yourself moaning. You were pooling more to where you wondered if a bit of your desire would creep down your thigh. You felt their eyes on you-not in judgement. Maybe like Loki said- in appreciation. Seeing you as a piece of art to be admired. Seeing you as Loki saw you. A goddess in your own right, your own way.

He then picked you up- wrapping his arms around you and you put your legs around him. You let out a little gasp and he only chuckled lightly at you. You felt your own folds opening right before his body and you shuddered, and he did too- that most delicate, private part of you now felt against him. Made public. But in a display that was more for him than for them.

He then set you down onto the bed. Positioned to where you were lying down.

“I can’t believe you’re my husband now…that I’m married to a god…” you said softly to him.

He spread your legs with his long, beautiful hands. You peeked and discovered his own cock was getting hard under his robe.

“I may be a god, but I can show you what it is to be worshipped-my hands, tongue, and cock are your acolytes now…” he replied.

He began to untie his own robe to give him freedom.

“And they make offerings, like this…”

He dove onto the bed. He lifted your legs and plunged his tongue inside your entrance. You felt him lick up your walls-gently exploring.  The feeling of him tasting, sucking on each small bit of you. You begin to gasp and moan.  The crowd whispered lightly.

“L-Loki….it…it feels so good…where…keep…yes-oh!” you began to moan as he tasted you.

 You felt his nose and his breath there, cold against your wet pussy. He gave a peck to each part as he climbed up. Up to where the most precious bud of all was found. He began to lick your clit, slowly. But you felt a tingle all around you. You let out another moan for not only the throne room but for the whole palace to see.

“Oh! Norns-yes…please!” you voiced.

You tried to reach your hands down to feel hm, his hair, his shoulders. To never lose touch of your husband. He paused. You could feel him smile against your opening-his own altar.

“Yes-I want you- let them. Let all of them know who it is who gives you pleasure. Let them all know who it is who you belong to now. Let them all know, and anyone who tries to spoil my marriage, that no man can fuck you like I can…no man can pleasure you like me…”

You let out another moan in response. You could feel the eyes of the crowd widening. Maybe they too were a little aroused by this display. This was a ceremony- sacred and necessary. But this time it was…different. Your own pleasure was there at the center. You made another sound that would have made the AllMother herself blush. Loki’s voice rumbled through your body.

He removed his mouth. He then moved to stand up on the floor, towering over you.

You felt as if you were staring to fly when he tasted you, but you never left the ground. But you had no wings that were open. You had your legs.

He then finally undid the knot of his robe. You realized how wet you were. You ached for him. You were writhing, sighing out. You still felt your folds dripping both with desire and the teasing of his tongue.

“Loki…please….I ache for you-I want you, I’m so ready for you-fuck me into this bed and make me yours!” you mewled.

He smirked. He let his robe fall free of the knot.

“A beautiful little innocent begging for me….hm, I have both in one. A princess and a concubine. How lucy am I… How would that beautiful voice scream when I thrust inside her…”

You ached for release. You felt a throbbing inside you. How long would this take? Would you have to touch yourself before he was done?

“Here…take me…take your husband…make me-one with you. Continue this ceremony! You begged.

There were prayers given up by the crowd. Soft but present.

“Gods protect them. Gods bless them. Gods give them peace.”

There was no denial that Loki himself was a god from his body. Out came his chest-perfectly chiseled pecs and abdominals. Strong biceps and broad shoulders contrasting and complimenting his deliciously small waist. A trail of dark hair leading down to where his hard cock was against his stomach. It was leaking already-he wanted you as much as you wanted him. Maybe more.

With another devilish smile, he then leaned down and got on the bed.

“Now are you ready, sweet little dove, to take me-your god, your husband- are you ready to be my wife?”

You nodded with a whimper.

He crawled on top of you, taking a look over your body. Beautiful and all for him for the rest of his days. And norns, he was going to take care of it. He kept your legs open, then began to sheath himself inside you.

“Gods protect them. Gods bless them. Gods give them peace,” chanted the crowd.

Finally, finally he first entered inside. There was only a little pain-but you let out a shout.

“Oh! Oh-you’re! You’re so…so big! I’m so full!” you cried wantonly.

You could hear the smile in his voice.

“A large cock and a beautiful wife��what more could I want now? Yes- cry out. Tell them how much you love this cock. How much pleasure it gives you, my dear…”

He began to thrust into you. His hips snapping slowly. You were letting out gasps-it felt so good. Better than you could have imagined. You were getting dizzy. You squeezed your eyes shut except to see him. To enjoy the feeling. Each thrust to your insides, to your womb was natural. How he fits you as perfectly as the rings around your finger. A small hymn was being sung by the crowd as the music played. Gentle as a lullaby but instead was not an offering of your virginity to a god of both mischief and desire. But the volume was   matched by your whore-like moans and the grunts of Loki on top of you.

The volume of the song increased. So did his pace.

He picked it up. He lifted your leg to be on top of his shoulder. You could practically hear your skin colliding each time. He began to slam you into the bed. It seemed the altar nearby and each candle was shaking from the power of his thrusts.

“Oh! Oh-my-oh-gods, husband! You’re-oh!” you started to cry.

“Yes…yes bit by bit…I’ll-nrgh-claim you-norns-yes, here on this bed…. Have them-damn-have them all watch-yes-watch you become a wife-gods-watch me -yes-that good little princess, good little wife, good little whore, too-norns-here-taking me-taking me well-“

He then placed you to lean against the tall headboard of the bed. So you sat up, slid you up.

“Darling, uhm-what is-“you could voice.

He wrapped your arms against your waist and hit you deeper. And a finger went down to your bud, and you let out another cry.

You felt the bed shake-you heard the flowers shake with you, petals dropping. The singing and praying and music continued, already overwhelming you with the pleasure of your husband’s cock. And all of them watching you become awakened to the joys of the bedroom before all of them. For them to know how much you both loved each other. And with a gasping kiss, he began to fuck you harder, deeper.

“The-the-the beds! It’s going to-to-to break!” you fretted between each deep, fast thrust. You held onto his chest and kept him close.

“Let it break! Let it! Gods-yes, my little wife-fuck! Giving me everything-norns, gods…”

You were gasping, writhing beneath his touch, feeling it all as he pounded. He was repeating your name, his own hymn in his straining voice.

“My wife, now mine, finally mine-hela-every way mine-should-should have you on the throne too-yes-have you on my cock there, have them watch that too-nrgh!” he grunted with each movement.

And you felt something spinning inside you. You were not going to last. It was all overwhelming you. Sweet overstimulation. The drums were beating, it seemed hard, and his thrusts were getting harder. The harps played and you couldn’t make out the words of the hymn.

He was going at it. Rutting at you-showing both the grace of a prince and the power of a lover. Something was bubbling. Like the wings but about to take flight. You were starting to shake inside. It was growing, growing, you were reaching it, reaching the top. You clutched onto him as you were shaking, practically bouncing on it, the moving bed.

“Loki…I think…Loki I think-I think-I thinkIthink-I’m going to…I’m going to…”

“Then cum, princess-cum for your husband-for them-or-would you-nrg-rather I stop-stop letting you enjoy this!” he hissed out.

“N-no! Please! Please don’t stop! Please! Please-don’t stop! Don’t stop don’tstopdon’tstopdontstopson’tstop-“ you were begging.

He was pounding into you at a faster rate than you thought. He fingered your clip, circles matching the speed of his cock.  He gave began to repeat your name. Like a growl, and then his voice increasing in volume. You were spinning, thrown out of control, bursting up, and up

“My-My prince! I-“

You felt something in you-then you let out a last voice into a scream.

You felt it burst on you. Your first climax. You felt him give another quick thrust and he came too with a cry. Then he held you, his thrusting slowed. You nestled into him. Your pussy was shaking and quivering harder than you thought it possible.

As the witnesses all watched-the members of the court. Feeling this spectacle. Right here in this bedroom. There was a last verse of the hymn. Then a final repetition of the prayer as you felt his seed spurt inside you.

“Gods protect them. Gods bless them. Gods give them peace.”

Loki then looked up. You brushed his black locks to see his lovely face. He was all flushed, full of bliss. Enjoying the high as you were. You could feel the coolness of his sweat and his own body heaving as he caught his own breath. He pulled out but remained close to you. He whispered into your ears.

“How are you?” he asked.

“I’m…I’m okay,” you replied.

He pressed his forehead against yours.

“I love you so much, Y/N. I’m glad. For this…for you…”

You pressed back. You closed your eyes and smiled.

He went back to the group. He offered you the blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders. Warm and safe.

“Give us some water-a rag! Bring us our robes!” he ordered.

He kissed your forehead and held you close.

“You…You were wonderful, sweet Y/N…that was incredible-you did well…” he said.

The robes were returned and there was a wet rag. He cleaned you both up from between both legs. After putting your robes back on, he looked at them.

“I’d like us both to retire, please. Now. She needs some rest after today-and so do I.”

As you walked out, you both still locked hands-anchoring each other. Finally, you were both alone in his chambers. Once the heavy door was shut and you were surrounded by his favorite dark green walls, you both sighed.

He led you to sit down on the rug and made the fireplace start a pretty flame by just flicking his wrist. He brought a thick blanket wrap around the both of you.

“Here…let’s have our own little celebration-just us…wine?”

“I’d love some wine,” you agreed.

He then used his seidr and conjured two glasses of a dark, garnet colored wine. He gave you a smile.

“Here…let’s have a toast…”

He chinked your glasses.

“To the Princess of Asgard….my wife. And the start of our lives together…”

#carrie writes #loki imagine #loki smut #smut #loki my beloved #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #mcu loki #loki odinson #thor the dark world #loki x y/n #loki x reader fluff #loki x female reader #loki tom hiddleston #loki x you #loki mcu #loki of asgard #marvel loki #loki god of mischief #loki fluff #loki fanfic #loki (marvel) #loki #loki marvel #loki x reader smut #loki x fem! reader smut #loki x y/n smut #loki x fem! y/n #loki x fem! reader #loki x fem! y/n smut

[beheworthy]

#thor #thor odinson #sif #jane foster #thor x jane #thor the dark world #chris hemsworth #jamie alexander #marvel #marveledit #thoredit #chemsedit #dailyavengers #dailymarvelstudios #marveladdicts #fyeahmovies #moviegifs #i miss you :( #how could chris say that for you

[glorystark]

His Saviour | Part 1

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You disobey one of Steve's orders in a mission but you don't think about the consequences...

Warnings: (TRIGGER WARNING!) mentions of self harm and suicide, mentions of killing and torturing, pure Angst no happy ending, mentions of injures, dark!Steve Rogers, swearing, minor spoilers of Black Widow, Steve being an asshole in general

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Featuring: The original 6

Disclaimer: please don't read this if you're not comfortable with any of the topics below or/and if they trigger you. This is just a fiction and it's never ok to act like this. I'm not romanticizing any of these topics and this behaviour!

You are sitting in the Quinjet, observing everyone who is injured in different ways. Natasha has been stabbed in her right thigh, Clint’s left ankle has been twisted, and Bruce, although not injured, appears exhausted due to a significant code green call, during which Nat almost lost him trying to retrieve him. Thor has a few scratches on his face. Everyone’s faces show bruising in different areas, and their bodies are still aching. But you, you have been injured the most. Your right wrist is broken, and you have been shot in your left leg, though the bullet wasn’t deep and didn't cause major damage; otherwise, you probably would have passed out by now. You still have trouble breathing, and your voice is sore because one of the HYDRA agents almost choked you to death. Your face is bruised, you can only open your right eye halfway, and your lips are swollen. The numbness has made it so you can barely feel any pain. When everyone saw you upon returning to the jet, they were extremely worried. You didn’t possess inhuman powers and weren't a super soldier, but you used to be a well-trained assassin and spy in the Red Room, closely partnered with Natasha Romanoff before joining S.H.I.E.L.D. So, it was surprising for the team to see you so battered, though they understood the mission was challenging.

Everyone needed a break upon returning to the tower. Initially, everyone thought it was a straightforward mission: infiltrate a high-security HYDRA base, get two flash drives containing vital and dangerous information, and exit. What no one knew was that it was a trap, with far more agents present than expected. Eventually, you managed to escape, but only securing one of the flash drives.

As everyone settled back in the jet, Bruce finished removing the bullet from your leg and bandaging Nat’s thigh. Thor bragged to Tony about his usual lack of injuries on missions, joking that he could have taken down all the HYDRA agents that day if he hadn’t been 'unlucky', which elicited laughter from Tony. Clint checked on Nat while she recounted a memory from Budapest. Meanwhile, you contemplated going home for a long shower until you noticed Steve, whose eyes were fixed on you with intensity. Confused, you assumed he was lost in thought, but you were wrong.

“How could you be so reckless?!" Steve's voice boomed through the jet as he stood up from his seat, his gaze piercing into yours. Everyone stopped what they were doing, surprised by his uncharacteristically loud tone, given his usually calm demeanor, even when upset. You looked at him, uncertain of what to say. You understood why he was angry; you had disobeyed an order. However, if not for your 'disobedience,' you wouldn't have acquired half the information you have now. To you, this seemed like Steve Rogers throwing a typical Captain America tantrum.

“Well, are you going to answer, or are you too stupid to respond to a simple question?" he growled, advancing toward your seat.

“I wasn't being-" you began to mutter, only to be interrupted by Steve.

“Speak up," he demanded, his voice cutting you off. You met his gaze, puzzled by his demeanor.

“I wasn't being reckless; I was being thoughtful. The-" you tried to explain, but Steve interrupted again.

"Thoughtful?! You call that thoughtful?! Really, Y/n? It's clear you don't understand the difference between stupidity and thoughtfulness.” he retorted.

“Will you stop interrupting me?" you interjected, your voice growing louder as you rose from your seat. You locked eyes with Steve, standing almost chest to chest in front of each other.

“I wouldn't have interrupted you if I knew any useful words were going to come out of your mouth," he countered, finally yelling, causing everyone but you to flinch.

“You have no right to yell at me like this, Steve.” you asserted, standing up for yourself.

"I have EVERY right to yell at you, you-" he began, but you cut him off this time.

"Why are you making it seem like I committed a crime? Yes, I agree it was wrong for me to enter that room alone, but I retrieved the flash drive we needed, didn't I?" you challenged.

“That is not the point right now. The point is, I'm your captain, and I gave a strict, direct order not to enter that room, and you disobeyed me.” he stated firmly.

That was all true. When you disobeyed his order, you knew he would be angry, but not to this extent.

You sprinted down the hallway, incapacitating every HYDRA agent in your path. You tried not to use your gun too often, knowing there would likely be guards in the room.

"Steve, I found the room," you said through your earpiece. You subdued the agent guarding the room where the flash drives were, and as the door swung open, more than twenty HYDRA agents stood before you, blocking your view of the drives on the computer table.

“Y/n, what did you just say? Get out of there now! Do you even know how many agents are in there?" Steve's urgent voice echoed in your ear.

“I do now," you replied, still facing the agents, who were also eyeing you cautiously.

"Y/n, this is an order. Get. Out. Of. There. Now.” Steve commanded, his tone almost a shout.

“Sorry, Steve, but people's lives depend on this.” you declared, charging toward the agents, disregarding Steve's pleas for you to retreat.

“Steve, I really don't understand what the big deal is. I got one of the drives, and yes, I went alone, but at least I obtained something that will help us.” you reasoned, taking a seat.

“Alright, y/n, I'm definitely sure now that you are deaf. You entered a room with so many HYDRA agents-" he began, only to be cut off by you.

“They were like 10 and they were really weak-" you defended.

“They were 27 trained assassins!” he corrected, making you widen your eyes.

"And do I need to remind you that your leg has been shot, and you can barely keep your eyes open, not to mention the rest of your injuries." he added mockingly.

“Okay, Steve, I get it, and I'm sorry for being reckless. Can we let this go now?" you pleaded, sitting down.

“Let this go?!" he started laughing, though his laugh lacked any humor. Everyone looked at Steve, unable to believe his behavior. They never expected him to speak to you this way, especially in front of the whole team.

You and Steve had been friends since meeting during the Battle of New York. You had a lot in common and quickly connected. A few months later, at one of Tony's parties, he kissed you, and the following day, he asked you out. It had been six months since then, and Steve treated you like a princess. He called you his savior because you helped him adjust to life after being thawed from the ice. He adored you. You had a few minor disagreements, but they were hardly fights, more like disagreements. You could never stay mad at each other, and now you couldn't believe the man who was laughing at you and humiliating you was the same person.

"Steve, I think that's enough," Nat finally intervened, her voice calm yet firm.

"Is it really? I think baby y/n hasn't learned her lesson yet.” Steve retorted sarcastically.

“Fuck you, Steve. You can't speak to me like that. I'm not a kid. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't even have that one drive, and god knows how many people could have died. But you can't even realize that because I disobeyed ‘Captain America's orders,' and no one is allowed to disobey America's 'hero.' The only kid between us is you!” you shot back, your voice rising, though not as loud as Steve's had been.

“I'm a kid, y/n? Really? And what are you, a hero? Do you expect me to thank you now? Do you expect all of us to be on our knees thanking you?!" Steve challenged.

“That is not what I said!" you finally snapped.

The tension in the room escalated, and the team grew more uncomfortable by the second.

Steve smirked at your angered state.

“What's the matter, y/n? You seem a little bit defensive. I thought you liked being a hero. You know, because of the guilt, since you started killing and torturing people at the age of 8.”he said, still wearing the hurtful smirk on his face.

The whole team gasped, especially Natasha, whose story paralleled yours. You looked at Steve, unable to believe what he had just said.

“You seem shocked, Agent y/l/n. Oh, and Natasha, don't take this the wrong way. We all make mistakes in our life, but at least after we realize our mistakes, we try to make them up as soon as we can and not run away like a coward.” Steve continued, ignoring your reaction. You and Natasha widened your eyes, understanding what Steve was referring to."Steve..." Nat began, but Steve cut her off.

“I'm not done yet. Some of y'all look confused, well, let me explain it for you," Steve said, addressing the rest of the team.

"Steve, don't." you murmured, your voice weak now. You weren't even sure if anyone heard you, and you were right. No one heard you, but Steve who chose to ignore you.

“Our dear y/n y/l/n was a well-trained assassin back in the years with Natasha Romanoff in a place called the Red Room, which I'm sure you've heard about. Before even Natasha was out of there, Agent y/l/n found a way to leave the Red Room, a way to save every girl, from children to adults, who were mind-controlled into killing, and even worse. But do you know what she did instead?" he turned around the room, looking at everyone as if it was a show. No one said anything; they just kept looking between you and Steve. It was getting harder for you to focus on your breathing.

“Well, in case you haven't guessed yet, she just left everyone who could've been saved, even her best friend who is sitting right here with us.” he said, pointing at Nat.

“And even though she could've killed Dreykov, who was the leader by the way, with her genius plan, she didn't because she was a coward.” he said, emphasizing the word coward.

You've never felt so small and betrayed. You couldn’t believe he was using your awful past against you. When you confided in him, he comforted you, assuring you it wasn't your fault. That you’ve been through a lot and you took the only chance you had to save yourself. And now… now he was a different person.

“Cap that’s enough, it’s not our business what she did in the past. We all did something in some point that we aren’t proud of. She made up for that mistake many times now, since the battle of New York until today’s mission. I’m sure she still feels guilty and you’re just making it worse.” Tony looked at your trembling sight, standing up from his seat and walked towards Steve. The rest of the team nodding along, glad that Tony stood up for you because they were frozen themselves.

“Oh yeah Tony, you’re right I’m sure she feels guilty, don’t you y/l/n?” He looked at you as if you were a kid

Everything about him was hurting you right now. His voice tone that humiliated you in every way, his eyes that sent daggers to your way, his body that was intimidatingly towering yours, his smile which always made you happy and now it was only mocking you. Your throat is dry, your eyes are wet and you feel like your heart is going to come out of your chest in any second. You were hurt and unwell, and everyone could see that, everyone but Steve.

“Agent y/I/n do you feel guilty about your past?" He repeated his sarcastic question.

"I wouldn't worry about that too much since you have a good way to cope with your guilt right?" He continued.

You looked up at him frighteningly, understanding where he was going.

“Steve don't you dare." you whispered, finally being able to say something.

Everyone was confused since they had no idea what you both were talking about.

“you seem scared agent." Steve smirked at you sending shivers down your spine. It hurts so much more that he wasn't even using your name anymore, he felt like a stranger to you.

“SHUT UP!" you had never yelled so loud in your life, the whole jet shook. Everyone flinched but Steve. It seemed like he was waiting for this.

“Come on y/n are you that afraid of everyone knowing how you used to deal with your problems, or do you still do it?"

Everyone was quite once again, something in them wanted to know what Steve was talking about but they also didn't because of the way you reacted.

You looked at him not saying anything but your eyes were begging him to stop. You've never been in such a vulnerable position, especially considering everything you’ve been through.

“oh don't tell me you're gonna cut your wrists open again because you feel guilty you didn't get the second driver."

Everyone froze and widened their eyes, silence filling the jet. No one knew that you used to harm yourself until you started dating Steve, he was the first person to ever know. You felt so comfortable around him that you didn't want to have any untold secrets.

You thought about what if you guys break up but you convinced yourself that even if you guys separate your ways from each other at some point, you're definitely going to stay friends and he's never going to tell your secret to anyone because you believed he was a good man. You trusted him more than yourself and now he proved you all wrong.

You didn't cut anymore, because you found a way to save people. If it wasn't for Nick Fury, making you join the team you'd be long gone by now. But you didn't have a reason anymore, you were happy you had a new family and a new job, everything was perfect for you. Now you felt alone all over again and you didn't even blame Steve, you blamed yourself. You failed.

You started trembling more and started to see black spots. The team walked towards you to see if you were okay. Thor pushed Steve away, "Stay away from her," he warned, before walking to you. You heard Tony and Natasha yelling at Steve, Clint trying to calm them down but looking angry himself, Bruce and Thor asking you if you were alright, but you couldn’t hear anything anymore. It was so loud, but you only heard annoying mumbles. You let out a sob before passing out in the strong arms of the god, the last thing you saw being Steve's worried eyes…

A/N: This was my first (published) fan fiction. I apologise for any writing and/or grammar mistakes considering that English isn’t my first language. Feel free to correct me! If you enjoyed this, please let me know and let me know if you want to be tagged in the upcoming posts! (This fic will make a twist;))

#steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers #dark steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #the avengers #avengers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #tony stark #bruce banner #natasha romanoff #thor #clint barton #black widow #steve rogers angst #captain america #mcu #marvel #marvel mcu #red room #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve x reader #steve rogers and reader #angst #steve Rogers x Reader Angst #x reader #reader insert #marvel steve rogers #mcu steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction

[justjams2003]

Sweet Savagery Masterlist

All your life, Thor's blue eyes have haunted you. You believed you outran him, but now all your hopes come tumbling down.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

#thor odinson #thor #thor x reader #thor x you #dark!thor x reader smut #dark!thor x reader #dark!thor smut #dark!thor #thor smut #thor x reader smut #king!thor #king!thor x slave!reader #sweet savegary #sweet savegary justjamie2003

[frostironfudge]

Lost In Devotion (Dark!Thor Smut)

Summary: Prayers to Thor rarely go unanswered, your complaints about him get his personal attention.

Pairing: Dark!Thor x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT READ IF THEMES MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, non con/dub con, oral, main kink: electric stimulation, edging, nipple play, p in v, oral fem receiving, allusions to kidnapping. dom/sub dynamics, also this was to answer @stevesmewmew 's question to what do you think can happen with lightening on those fingers? also this is the first time i've written something with this much of dark elements, lmk what you think, also any hate will just be blocked cause i will do what is necessary to protect my space. sorta doing kinktober.

Main Masterlist || AO3 || Kinktober Materlist

Thor can hear them the whispers and chants, of the people that believe. The people that want a ravenous thunderstorm to end the drought. 

They pray to him, for a crackle of thunder, for thr glorious sight of the beacon of lightening. He smiles as he hears them. 

From all over Midgard, all around, for different reasons. 

Pleas. 

Prayers. 

Praises. 

Devotion. 

He stares around the warrior table, celebrating their win against another realm, cheers ring every few moments.  

Thor still feels incomplete in his victory. Something grounding, something— his thoughts halt, an angered complaint breaking past the barrier. 

‘This god that you dare sacrifice me too? He won’t end your pain.’

‘Thor my Sire see what they do to me!’ 

‘They try to take what is yours.’ 

‘Thor Odinson see what these people are attempting to do to me! You never called for sacrifice!’ 

‘What kind of God are you for allowing this!?’ 

‘Never visiting, why should I worship you?’

‘You are just like those other gods! Feeding off of our fears and yet not rewarding devotion.’

Thor blinks, his gaze roaming over the grand room he finds Loki perched in a corner, book in hand. 

“Brother.” Thor calls out an idea forming in his mind he’d pay this voice a visit. 

Loki’s green gaze lift from his book to catch Thor  gesturing to meet outside. The younger sibling was deciding to leave and this would be a good opportunity to not return to the boisterous event. 

The two brothers meet upon the quaint balcony.

“Is another battle upon your mind?” Loki muses, Thor shakes his head. 

“Midgard, they are choosing to sacrifice, I hear her pleas and complaints.” Thor explains, thumb tracing the smooth stone of the wall. 

“Ever the hero. What purpose do I serve in this grand plan? Shouldn’t you request the Bi-Frost be opened for Odin’s heir?” Loki raises a brow when It seems apparent that Thor does not want a certain all seer to know. 

“Ah, you want me to take you to Midgard.” He concludes. 

“I’d prefer that brother.” Thor wonders what Loki must be thinking, he himself never requested but there was something unfulfilled within his chest. Perhaps saving this maiden could quell it. 

“Alright brother, meet me in your chambers, however I have my own business upon Midgard.” Loki walks away cape drifting in the air as he moves. 

————-----------------------------------

Thor watches, impatience setting into his fingers, crackles of lightening dance on his palm. 

Loki opens up the portal to Yggdrasill. The tree stands with the branches, Thor searches, Loki walks the knowing path towards the branch of Midgard. 

“How many times have you traversed?” Thor wonders trailing behind his brother. 

Loki chuckles, “I’d rather you not know.” 

“Now where is this distressed damsel?” The raven haired brother enquires.

“I believe,” Thor pauses, offering Loki his hand and tapping into the prayers he heard from the snow capped place. 

“Very well,” Go towards there, Loki points to the branch displaying a snowy storm. 

“How shall I get back?” 

“Here, tap this seven times, you will be teleported back to your chambers.” Loki hands a trinket to Thor, beads tied together with .

“Alright.” Thor steps off, Loki watches turning to his own destination. 

The townspeople hold up flaming torches, borders of crowd, men grabbing onto a figure in scarce clothing. You shiver. 

Though Thor observes your eyes alit with a rage. 

“You think Thor will forgive you?!” You bellow, her voice the same as Thor heard. 

“Leave me!” You roar, thrashing the bindings on you tighten. 

“He doesn’t care, he hears not my prayers! What will he answer you!” You yell. 

The lightening crackles upon his fingers again. 

Thor admires your eyes showing fire. 

A thought crosses him. How would you look on the cusp of being broken by him?

You pause your fight, as gasps echo Thor stands on the rock you were to be tied upon. 

“My people.” His voice booms, thunder rumbling in the distance. 

Everyone falls to their knees, you stand defiant, still displeased. You still think he’s here to take you. 

“I have come to take your sacrifice. Comply and your people shall be blessed.” He looks over everyone, extending his arm to you. 

“Please.” Your voice thick.

His eyes shine with mirth when you take his hand. You have curses on the tip of your tongue for this townsfolk.

“Sire, they,” your eyes water,  shivers wreck though your form. 

“Fret not sweet devotee, I heard your pleas to save you. They shall perish for laying a finger upon your unwavering devotion.” He whispers in your ear, taking off his cloak wrapping it around you. 

His woodsy scent engulfs you with his warmth. 

“Perish?” Your brows raise, you never meant grave harm. 

Thor cups your cheek, a bright light taking over his eyes, the lighting and thunder boom above. Storm clouds settling in, “You called upon needing protection did you not?”

“Y-yes.” You admit.

“You have sworn your devotion to me have you not? No matter what I ask?” He tilts his head, observing you. 

Eyes tracing over your body. 

You pull the cloak over you, he chuckles. 

“I have, Sire.” 

“Then let me help you. You may thank me later in a way I deem fit.” Thor shifts back, turning to the people who decided to cause harm. 

“Turn around, sweet one.” Thor says, as you turn away. 

The haunting screams don’t last long. A dull buzz echoes as the silence is piercing only the howling wind drowns the remains of the screams the clearing held. 

Thor grabs you by the waist. 

“Lead me to your home.” He instructs. 

“You, they—,” you look at the singed bodies. 

“I tolerate not their horrific behaviours. My devotees know I only need prayer not sacrifice. Those are barbaric ways. I have different methods of prayer my dear, tell me your name?”

His hand is warm around you, light blue eyes mirthful. You give him your name, the God grins as you lead him to your home. The remainder of the village still asleep. 

Your home at the end of the border. Thor smiles admiring the quaintness. You open the door for him, biting your lip as you see the mess. 

“I believe I gave them way easily.” Thor clicks his tongue seeing the state of your upturned home. You drop the cloak to clear the small bedding for him to sit. 

“I, I wish I could have made you more comfortable, Sire.” You worry of his displeasure. 

“You may use my name, as you did in prayer.” He perches on the bed, a crackle of lightening on the make shift stove ignites a flame. You sigh in content at the source of warmth. 

“Would you, would you care for a meal?” You look up at him.

“I would, however, I wonder if you would deny me.” He muses, the temperature has your flesh peek through the thin fabric of sacrifice. 

“I do not understand? Do, do you want me to pray?” You wonder, eyebrows furrowed. 

“In a sense, sweet devotee.” Thor stands, making his way to you in long strides. 

“Tell me, have you laid with another man?” He questions, your skin heats. A bead of sweat trickles down your neck. 

Thor chuckles, “I am only a scarcely patient man, devotee.” 

“I have, S-sire—Thor,” you correct, his thumb brushes over your jaw, he grasps it observing your features, tilting your face side to side. 

“Lay down, I want you to pray to me. No matter what do not stop.” He instructs, “If you stop, I will not reward your devotion. Do not question me, follow my word.” 

You look at the bed, “I,” 

His eyes are alit again, “As I say devotee. Lay, down.” 

You scramble, laying on the bed, the tongue you were taught, the hymn of his praise.

Thor smiles, making his way to you, bending your knees, your words falter, he squeezes your inner thigh in warning. 

You swallow cold air greets your drawn apart thighs, Thor settles between them. 

“Th-Thor…” you pause again, as his lips trace your inner thighs.  

“Devotee. Do you not want to thank me? I protected you. I’m simply taking what is mine. What you promised to me. What you have vowed in those sweet hymns.” He explains. 

“This?” You look at him, he cups your mound, middle finger on your bundle of nerves. A current pulses from his finger on the nub you keen as the sensation travels up your stomach. 

“Continue my sweet devotee, your voice called upon me. I am simply rewarding you.” Thor’s eyes are a thin rim of blue, the electric sensation returns your hips lift. A moan escapes your lips. 

“So responsive.” He gleams, your wetness pools on his palm. His tongue greets and you fumble over your words again as he hums against your entrance. 

“Divine.” He commends, “However, I never asked you stop the hymns.” Your stomach tightens. 

“Seems you have a lot to learn.” His hands trace up your sides, you begin to sing again. 

“Continue.” He grasps your breasts, nipples hardening, his thumbs and index fingers pinch each a jolt of current moves through the nubs, you moan the words, Thor grins wickedly, watching you lose focus. 

“I see you enjoy that, making a mess of my armour.” His thigh flush against your core, the leather coated in your arousal. 

You gasp as the current jolts again, his mouth latches onto one nipple and his fingers return to your clit. He suckles on your nipple as the other and your clit are subjected to the torturous electric current, your hands move to his hair. 

Thor enjoys the struggle of wanting to push him away and pull him closer. He switches to the other side, your hips have you rut against his palm as the current evokes a need within you. 

“Keep singing sweetness,” Thor’s hands roam your body, random jolts against your clit or nipples, he enjoys each time you stumble over your words. 

The current spreading through your inner thighs, lips wrapped around your clit, your voice grows breathy, your hymn turn into begs, two thick digits enter you, your walls squeezing around him, tongue flicking over your nub. 

Preens, and whines fill your home, Thor’s groans against you, as though he begins to unravel the taught thread holding you at the seams. 

His fingers rub over a spongy spot, he chuckles, the current from his fingers cause you to moan his name, your hips lift his ministrations upon your clit do not relent. Thrusts of his fingers don’t stop every flick over the spongy spot accompanied by his electric current. 

You’re a withering mess, every time you feel he will let the coil snap allow you into bliss he stops. You beg, beg, beg. 

He relents not, enjoying the way he has you dancing along the edge with him. His own length hard, aching. 

“Do you want release, devotee?” He moves away from you. 

“Please, please, Sire.” 

“Apologise then,” he grabs your breasts, you cry out, tears escaping your eyes. 

“Sire—,” your voice breaks, his lips wipe the tears. 

“Aw, devotee, you wondered what kind of god am I? Very benevolent when I am not accused.” The fingers inside you return, the current jolts through you, thumb circling your clit, bliss is within reach you sob as he stops yet again. 

“Oh sweet thing, you tears have me so hard. Apologise. I shall give you what you want and more.”

“I-I’m sorry Sire, I didn’t I was being—,” You moan, gooseflesh raises, he isn’t touching you yet you feel the current hum, building in crescendo as the coil winds in your stomach. 

“Keep apologising.” Thor warns, watching you writhe and hips lift, cunt clenching around nothing. 

Mewls, moans and breathless apologies fall from your lips, you look so beautiful he thinks, he continues letting the electric current lead you to bliss. 

Your orgasm hits with a cry, your arousal seeps all over, coating your thighs and the sheets. 

Aftershocks wreck through you, a thin rim of blue enters your hazy vision, then you are turned upon your hands and knees. Then you feel a burning stretch. 

Thor’s girth and length massive, he sinks inch by inch. Moaning at your tightness. Hands gripping your hips. 

“Might have to keep you for myself, devotee. A cunt as sweet and tight. Oh sweet, sweet darling.” Thor chuckles, you moan as he bottoms out, he presses his palm over your lower abdomen. 

He presses a chaste kiss to your mid-back. What should be a soothing gesture only spurs on the current across your skin again. 

“Feel myself right there.” He groans as your cunt spams to squeeze his cock. 

“Want to milk me don’t you? Look at your pretty tears, all for your god, your saviour. You asked for me correct. Here I am.” He begins to move, first slow then he begins to speed up.

“Y-yes.” you whimper, his grunts only having you grow slicker, aiding his movements.

“Prayed for this haven’t you, prayed for me to fill your darkest day. Here I am.” 

Wet squelches and skin slapping he guides your hips to meet his thrusts. Your moans echo in the silent night, thunder rumbles outside. 

Thor pulls you against him, your kneeling, his cock splitting you apart, massive you can’t form a coherent thought, his hands seize your breasts playing with your nipples. 

He tugs and pulls, the current returns and he chuckles darkly. 

“Oh you love it, your cunt loves my ability, just wants to keep me inside her. Fuck,” Thor keeps thrusting into you. 

He’s going to keep you with him. His hand returns to your clit, tapping with each tap a current filled jolt. 

You scream his name as each tap on your clit is in sync with his cock hitting the spot inside you, your walls spasm pulling him back inside. Wanting to place him there permanently. 

Your lips part for a prayer of his name and plead for him to guide you to the bliss. Your arousal gushes around his cock, you moan more as the electric jolts keep spasming your clit. Arched against him lips parted in a silent cry as your orgasm takes over you, toes curling. Making you thrash in his grip. 

His warm seed coats your walls, his lips spill praises, “Such a pretty cunt, all mine for taking, milking my cock, filled with my seed. Perfect little sacrifice for a god aren’t you?” 

Thor moans into your ear, you’re breathless pleas music to his ears, you feel so full, hazed mind. Craving the release craving the reward. Craving him. He keeps thrusting as if he never reached his peak. 

“I’m not yet done, devotee, you promised. Whatever I wanted.” He cups your jaw, kissing you sloppily, hips still moving against you, his free hand taps the trinket seven times. 

You feel a softer mattress under your knees, your eyes open in the midst of his claiming kiss. Your home no longer present, the walls in colours of red, grey and gold. 

“My little devotee.” Thor chuckles, “Welcome to your new home.”

-x-

#dark fic #mcu fanfiction #dark mcu #dark marvel #dark avengers #dark thor #thor x you #thor x reader #thor odinson x you #thor odinson x reader #frostironfudge #marvel #dark thor x reader #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth smut

[michelleleewise]

Worthy

Pairing: Dark!Thor x female reader

Warnings: dark content ahead. Abduction, forced imprisonment, angst, anxiety, panic, drugging, unwanted touching, somnophilia, forced orgasm, mentions of birth control, swearing, crying, spanking, throwing things

Summary: realization settles into you as Thor comes back...

A/n- sorry this took a bit to get back to but I'm here!!!! Graphics by @firefly-graphics

Part Five -- Part Six-

You slowly open your eyes seeing darkness. Am I dead? You thought, slowly shifting under the heavy blanket as you turned your head, your eyes beginning to adjust seeing the whiteness of the walls. "Thor.." you whispered screwing your eyes shut remembering where you were...what he had done when the click of the door made you freeze, a shiver running up your spine hearing it swing open, the light switching on making your eyes pound behind your eyelids. "Muffin...are you sleeping?" You heard Thor whisper. You held your breath, willing him to leave when you heard him sigh "so stubborn." He said when you heard him lift the tray from the bed.

You slowly exhaled hearing the door close, peaking one eye open seeing his back to you you quickly closed it again staying as still as possible. You gripped the sheet beneath you hearing his heavy footsteps come closer, feeling his eyes on you as he came up next to the bed. "Muffin.." he purred, slowly running his fingers along the top of the blanket. "So beautiful.." he whispered, feeling him slowly pull the blanket back, containing a shiver as the cold air hit your skin. The blanket settling at your feet you felt his fingers ghost up your calf, slowly sliding up to your knee. You felt the warmth of his other hand hovering over your shoulder, his fingers slipping under the thin strap of your dress he pressed his large palm against your skin.

A whimper involuntarily passing your lips feeling his hand slide down cupping your breast under the thin material. "Mm...so sensative." He whispered, slowly kneeding your breast In small circles, his other lifting your knee before traveling up your thigh, squeezing gently he parted your legs as his fingers continued up, you screwed your eyes shut feeling them ghost over your core. "Open up for me my flower." He whispered, your back slightly arching as his fingers slid down through your folds, opening you up as he spread his fingers slowly moving up and down. "That's it muffin...your so wet already." He purred gripping your beast tighter while his other hand found your clit, rubbing small circles around it. You felt a tear roll down your cheek at your bodies betrayal, you didn't want this...didn't want him...but his touch ignited your skin, awakening a deep ache inside you.

You exhaled a deep breath through your nose as he fingers sped up, rubbing your clit hard feeling the coil in your stomach tighten, another whimper leaving you when he tweaked your nipple, a sharp pain shooting through you "come for me muffin...I know you want to." He whispered, sliding his fingers down, slowly pushing one of his large fingers inside you, his thumb continuing its work on you clit as he curled his finger up making you gasp "that's it...let me feel you." He said as you felt your orgasm wash over you, clenching hard around his finger hearing him moan. "Mm I cannot wait to feel you clamp that pretty pussy around me." He growled, sliding his finger in and out slowly before pulling it out. You cracked your eye open seeing him bring it to his lips, licking your arousal from it. "You taste divine muffin." He moaned. taking a deep breath he grabbed the blanket, pulling it back up around your chin.

You quickly closed your eyes, feeling him press his lips to your forehead "soon muffin, you will be mine." He groaned slowly standing up. You tried to stay as still as possible hoping he would leave now that he was done when you felt a pinch in your arm making it jerk slightly "its ok love, just a little preventative measure." He said rubbing your arm "Maybe we can discuss a family later on." He continued. You felt bile rising in your stomach, the anxiety in your chest growing too much to contain feeling your limbs tremble as you heard his footsteps walk towards the door "I will return with dinner muffin." He said as he grabbed the abandoned tray, biting your lip you heard the door open and close, the lock clicking into place.

Throwing the blanket off you ran to the bathroom, dropping to your knees you expelled everything that was left in your stomach, which wasn't much as you wrapped your arms around your middle. Your stomach churning again as you shifted feeling your arousal between your thighs you pulled the dress off, crawling to the tub you climbed in turning the water on as hot as you could handle letting it wash over you, needing to burn his touch from your skin. You brought your knees to your chest hugging them to you as sobs shook your body. Humiliation ran through you at your bodies willingness to give into him, as much as your mind fought it. You looked up blinking the tears away seeing the white walls of the bathroom knowing...you had to get out.

You sat on the bed, staring at the wall trying to think of a way...there had to be...when you heard the lock click on the door, your body stiffening when you heard his footsteps "ah muffin, I'm glad your awake, I brought you dinner." He smiled setting the tray down in front of you. You had an idea, granted probably a bad one but you were wiling to try anything "I'm not hungry." You said flatly as he stood up "love you didn't eat breakfast, you need to eat this isn't healthy." He scowled crossing his arms. "I don't want anything from you." You snapped looking up seeing anger in his eyes "you will eat" he said sternly making you shudder. You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for what may happen as you got up grabbing the tray.

"I said I'm not hungry!" You yelled, throwing the tray against the wall hearing the dishes shatter as they hit the concrete floor, food sliding down the wall as you looked back over to him, anger spread across his features as he looked at the now destroyed food before turning his gaze back to you "everything I'm doing for you and this is how you repay me?" He asked quietly stalking closer to you "i told you I don't want anything from you! Your fucking dillusional!" You yelled trying to push him away from you but he was a brick wall. you hoped maybe if you could distract him long enough you could grab the keys but now you weren't so sure.

You watched him hook them to his belt as he walked over to the tray beginning to pick everything up so you took your chance "you know i was wondering, is your brother single?" You asked watching him stiffen as he stood up "I bet he's pretty good in bed." You snarked bracing for your opportunity as he set the tray down tuning back to you "probably better then you.." you were cut off as the back of his hand met your cheek knocking you down "is that what you want muffin, to see whose better?" He sneered grabbing a fistful of your hair pulling you to your feet making you wince. You reached out trying to grab the keys as he pulled you towards him "I would be more then happy to give you a demonstration." He growled, your fingers brushing over the metal ring as he spun you around, shoving you face first into the mattress.

"T..thor....wait!" You yelled, trying to wiggle free when he grabbed your wrists pinning them behind your back with one hand, the other holding your head down to the mattress "I can assure you my brother would not be as kind as I have been to your insolence." He growled kicking your legs apart "i..I'm sorry Thor...please.." you pleaded feeling his erection press into your backside. "I have been patient, but I do have limits muffin." He said releasing your head, you froze feeling his large hand begin kneeding your ass "I believe a punishment is in order, wastefulness is unacceptable." He said lifting the bottom of your dress.

"I think five is sufficient, and you will count them or I'll start over." He said sternly. "What a.." you were cut off as his hand came in contact with your cheek, sending a jolt up your spine "count!" He yelled slapping you again "o..one.." you whispered as his hand came down again hard "t..two!" You yelled as your skin prickled "will you waste food again?" He asked slamming his hand down hard in the same spot "t..thee...no!" You yelled trying to squirm away from him, his grip on your wrists tightening "will you eat what I give you?" He asks landing another hard slap "f..four y..yes!" You yelled feeling tears well in your eyes "and you'll be a good girl and do as your told." He growled as his hand landed the final blow "aahh....f..five...yes!" You yelled, your head dropping to the bed as the tears flowed from you.

You jolted forward feeling his fingers traveled between your thighs, slowly moving up and down "mm..I think you enjoyed that." He purred leaning over you "your so wet for me muffin." He whispered in your ear placing a kiss on your shoulder. He released his grip on your wrists, taking a step back you sank to the floor, knees hitting the concrete making you wince. "Now, you will clean up your mess and maybe if your good ill bring you a book to read while I'm at work." He said unclipping the keys from his belt as you glared up at him...you were so close...

"Oh and another thing, if you mention my brother again there will be another punishment, and I will not go so easy on you again." He said unlocking the door "do you understand muffin?" He asked opening the door, his tall frame taking up the entire space "y..yes thor." You said grinding your teeth "I think I prefer sir." He said smiling watching you "yes...sir." you said. "Very good muffin, I will be back and we'll try this again, with a better attitude yes?" He said raising his eyebrows "yes sir." You said putting your head down. "Good girl. Now get to work." He said closing the door, the lock clicking into place.

You sat still staring at the floor, trying to shift you cried out at the sting on your backside. You crawled over to the mess that was your dinner, slowly picking up pieces of broken glass, none of them bug enough to fight him off with. You sighed setting everything on the tray, laying down on the cold floor you stared at the door. "There has to be a way." You whispered bringing your knees to your chest, trying to think of another plan.

@springdandelixn @mochie85 @chemtrails-club @slytherclaw1227 @irishhappiness @kats72 @prettysourabbie @siriusly--gay @friendlyneighbourhoodgothicpagan @haidim84 @presidentlokis-hornyhelmet @silverfire475 @chaotic-cinnamonroll95 @gay-punk-redneck @nia021 @candybabysworld

#dark!thor #dark!thor x you #dark!thor x female reader #dark!thor x reader #dark!thor x y/n #dark!thor drabble #thor odinson fanfic #thor odinson au #thor odinson x you #thor odinson fanfiction #thor odinson imagine #thor odinson #thor x f! reader #thor x female reader #thor x you #thor x y/n #thor x reader #dark drabble #dark thor #dark series #mcu au #marvel au #thor drabble #worthy #series

[smolvenger]

Reunion (Loki x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: The sacred timeline is destroyed. And your missing, mischievous lover has returned. A confrontation and a fear of abandonment and betrayal with his return still bring about the passion you have for each other.

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Smut! Smut! 18+ (P in V sex, dirty talk, doing it in an office). Discussions of the fear of death, abandonment, and being cheated on- but don’t worry Loki is faithful to reader and would never. The Loki and Sylvie relationship is made platonic as it should have been all along for the sake of the fic. Not as super revised as usual but it's not a rough draft, I just wanted this out quickly while we had the first episode as our main focus.

Comments, reblogs, dms, and asks about my work are always appreciated!

Taglist: @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract (smut starts at the line "Too long- Too long" and ends at "At once, he pulled himself up" for your comfort, bestie) @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr @meowmeow-motherfucker @marvel-fanfic-lover @animnerd @twhiddlestufftuff

@goddessgirl143 @lunarnights95

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

A/N: With all the gifs out, I got the inspiration from the first episode. Wanted it out before the rest of the series makes me disappointed so I can go to delulu land again here. I hope you like it!

“OB! Better hurry up before your latte gets cold!” you called out. In your hand was a paper bag with the warm food and the other was a cup holder with the big cup of coffee. It’s a sweet smell just under your nostrils. 

It was a messy room with clutter on the floors and tables. They were all broken gadgets- more than you could name. All for that circular little room like OB’s circular little glasses. Well- it was understaffed. Only dear Ouroboros, or OB as everyone called him, fixed all that technology for the TVA. He was on the other end of the room piecing together a broken tempad. He then jumped around, grinned, and began to prance over to you from his main desk. The man was as happy as a squirrel it never occurred to him that he was lonely, overworked, and sleep-deprived. He insisted on working constantly without breaks- so you always thought he could use some caffeine and a bite to eat. 

“Oh! Y/N! Hello! Let me hurry over!” he chirruped.

 You set the bag and the cup on the desk before him, glad to see him so happy over your delivery.

“Here- it’s a large vanilla latte but I added two shots of espresso. I know you always pull all-nighters. And here- here’s your breakfast. I added a pastry in as well too. You could use the sugar rush.”

He peeked into the bag. He pulled out the food and began to unwrap it, his smile going up to his ears.

“Oh my gosh! A ham and egg on toast and a chocolate croissant!? My favorites! Oh- thank you, Y/N!” he said.

You smiled up at him, placing your hands on the desk.

“No problem- anything for the hardest worker here!” you responded.

He took a first sip, his eyes always bright. He let out a satisfied exhale from the delicious taste. Then he peeked over up at you, both hands on the warm cup.

“How are you, Y/N!? I don’t mean to pry but there’s this rumor I heard from B-15! Is it true? I heard you have a boyfriend! You never told me a word about thim-how is he?!”

It hit you like a kick in the ribs. You paused. Letting out a deep breath-suddenly the mood darkened. But, you could not pretend, even with OB, that you were worried about your lover. Your mischievous, divine lover. 

“OB, I know you’re not going to believe me. I know it’s kind of frowned upon- but it’s allowed. But my boyfriend he’s…he’s a Loki.”

“A Loki?” he repeated.

“Yes- The Loki. The one who tried to invade Loki- the one we all caught. I mean- he’s been here a while. I got to know him and…well, we fell for each other,” you explained. 

“Oh! Wow! Well-how does it work, an agent and a Loki?” he questioned.

“We- we find a way. I’ve just been-been worried about him. He had to go- go take care of something. You know the whole thing about timelines being messed with and the other Loki running around causing trouble? Something is up- something serious. He’s been gone for a bit- it’s been a few days. I haven’t heard anything directly from him. He could be dead by now. And there’s something else. The other thing is…is…”

You put a hand over your mouth, the gripping, biting urge to cry hitting you. But it was too strong. Your anxieties were a dam long contained and here they were out. OB set down his coffee to listen to you. Then you continued, the most private fear of yours confessed. 

“The Loki is a woman Loki. He’s with her to take care of this issue. That’s all I know. But it’s been a while- he’s still with her. And she’s powerful and strong and pretty and good at everything and perfect…. and how could I ever compete with her- and he’s-he’s already tossed me aside by now and left me for her by now and-”

Your voice cut off. You felt yourself about to cry. You squinted your eyes shut and looked down, putting your hand to your face-hot and tight. Finally, you lowered your head to the desk and began to cry.

“Oh- Y/N! It’s okay! There-there! You know even that kind of betrayal is low for a Loki! I don’t think most would even think of doing that- their trust is hard to earn! It will work out- shh, shh” he consoled, patting a hand on your back.

You returned up from the desk, tears streaming down your face.

“Oh- Y/N! Here- have some tissues!” OB offered. 

He got out a little plastic box from the corner of the desk. You pulled out one of the white tissues and wiped your eyes.

“Oh, Y/N. No wonder you’re worried. If you ever get sad about him or scared- you can visit me!” he offered.

“Even with all your work?” you asked, sniffling. 

“Oh, even with all my work! It’s nice to have company sometime!” he answered, nodding his head.

“Okay, I will…”

“Worst Case Scenario- I can fix a taser and just do it on him!” he offered. 

“Thanks, I’ll aim for the balls,” you replied.

Both of you broke into a bit of laughter. Then you said your goodbyes, and OB went back to work on the tempad with the sandwich in his free hand. 

You went about. Wiping tears off your hand. Maybe it was good to do just some office work. Focus on that- yes. It was comforting- to have something to consume your thoughts, your worries. If there was still a heart beating in his lover’s chest or if it stopped. Or if he abandoned your bed for the embrace of someone else. 

But then you heard- Kang was killed. The sacred timeline destroyed. It was an emergency, yet every single agent was running like a chicken with their head chopped off. 

Everything was going into chaos. The sacred timeline was destroyed. Everything was now free and open. Every timeline was shattered and now anything and everything could happen. Ravonna shoved paperwork into your chest.

“Here- Y/N! Take these and get them to HR! Now!” she requested. 

You clasped a file full of paperwork. Then you set off, clutching it to your chest. The view of the tall buildings, statues, and everything always makes your chest soften with its beauty. The bright lights. The sheer size of the place. You let in a deep breath to admire the sight. 

There was a noise. Footsteps. Intuitively, you turned your head for the sound. And the source ran before you.

Loki.

His shirt was a little torn in his rolled-up sleeves and his eyes wide, but it was him. His shirt was sweaty and tight. Buttons askew. His curls wild and free. He was more beautiful than you had ever seen him before. 

He paused, screeching his steps to a halt. You let out a small scream in spite of yourself, dropping the papers to your feet. Down they came in a cascade to the floor. You covered your mouth.

“...Y/N…” he panted out.

“Loki…is it…is it you…”

From the back, there was a voice crying. “There he is! Get him!”’

He looked in a panic and then turned around.

“Y/N- I’m-I’m-I missed you. I love you-but-but-but-”

More charging footsteps. He looked over at the balcony.

“Meet me down there!”

In a heartbeat, he threw himself over the balcony. You ran over.

“Loki- no!” you cried.

You looked down and saw him fall down through the air- but you knew the air would land him. It would be soft. Mobius ran by you- eyes wide. The agents, armed and ready. You peeked as he fell down, down, down. 

Not after- no- not after this time! To lose him again!

You ran. You chased him until you were breathless. Things were falling. TVA agents went after him. But you were steadfast- your heart racing in your ears. What mattered more was him. Timeline be damned- it was already. There was nothing else to do now, that mattered- but him!

You sprinted down the steps. Ran harder and faster. Tears threatening to come out.

He’s back- he’s back- he’s back!

“Loki! Loki I’m here! Don’t you-don’t you dare you fucker- you bastard, I’ll-” you cursed, breathless as you reached the last steps and got out to the floor. 

You looked around the place- searching, searching everywhere. Technology was malfunctioning- sparks flew from computers and screens. Agents everywhere still scattering. Alarms still went on, blasting into your ears. Agents were running all over the place. You looked around-seeing everything. Checking every room as people ran about. As a group gathered to watch the timeline break into pieces on a screen- you didn’t hear him behind you.

You felt two strong arms grab around you and pull you to a corner- a hand over your mouth so you couldn’t scream. Someone got you! But you could smell his sweat, his scent. Your eyes turned over-it was none other than your beloved Loki. 

“Y/N- here- we have to hide!” he said.

He practically dragged you over to the next room, shutting the door and locking it. It was a smaller, private space. A TVA office room was abandoned. Nothing but desks full of papers and computers but not a soul. Only the giant screen above detailing the sacred timeline’s downfall. Though you still heard alarms. The bustle of people from just outside. So much going on. But it was background noise to you now. You stood your ground, your hands gripping the skirt you wore for work. 

Loki went over and hugged you, your hands went up to embrace him back but were frozen mid-air.

“I needed to help the timeline!” he cried, releasing the hug. 

“You are needed here!” you insisted.

“Kang is at the loose- he has variants! I’ve been betrayed-”

“You think you’re the one betrayed!? What’s this I hear about a woman Loki you’ve been with?!”

“Wait- you mean Sl-”

In a heartbeat, you raised your hand and slapped him hard across the cheek. His head switched to the side, and the click of your hand hitting hard against his face echoed in the empty office. He caught it and nursed it with his hand. Tears fell down you again.

Then he quickly leaned over and grabbed yours. He pulled you to him, forcing you to look him in the eye. The red light of the alarms all over the office- turning red, then the familiar wan yellow of work. It glowed against his white skin, making him seem even more beautiful. 

“Y/N, I swear to you on my mother’s grave-she is no more than a sister to me! We worked together. No more than that. She kept telling me to shut up about you. Because-because I missed you so much and kept telling her how wonderful you were! I thought we could work together- but she didn’t. She did the one thing I begged her not to do- she broke the timeline- And now- now everything’s fallen apart-”

“I waited all this time and not a word from you!” you shouted. You didn’t care if it was petty. If it was being a helicopter girlfriend. You had stuffed your worries inside you for too long, and now it was out in the open. “Loki- I Was scared for you! You could have died and I would have never known!”

He put both his large hands on your face. Looking right at you.

“Y/N- with all of my heart- I am so sorry I vanished.” 

You had no words. He kept speaking to you, soft despite the chaos. Your mouth opened a little, but you had no words. You saw Loki was crying a little too as he continued. 

“If I could write to you- teleport to you- drag myself to your feet and beg for you I would! If I could even teleport to look at you- one tiny glance at you. To say one word to you- I would. It was impossible. But the stakes were high. I had to hurry. I did this because I feared for the safety of every person here- and most of all for you! Do you understand how scared I was when I saw how powerful Kang is!? That his variants could hurt you?! Norns- thank norns. I’m alive to see you again. To see you, hear your voice, touch you- Y/N, you’re safe-that is all I want. For you to be safe. Can you forgive me?”

You raised a hand to touch his.

“Loki, I…I…I’m so sorry I yelled-I…I forgive y-”

You never finished. His lips cracked onto yours.

 He groaned and you settled into it. He was needy- desperate. Too long, too long. You had forgotten how much his lips, his touch made you weak and craving more every time. His hands all over you. He turned you around, so you felt his erection against your covered ass. So he could kiss you, touch his hands over your breasts. He was kissing every bit of your neck he could, almost like biting into you- devouring and savoring you all over again like the first night you joined. He pressed his hips a little further so you could feel his hardening and you let out a gasp.

“Hel, do you feel what you do to me-even now-they’re all out to prune me again, to catch me, and all I want is your sweet warmth inside me-”

There was a slight explosion upstairs. The building shuddered. He kissed you further. Grinding a little into your hips. You felt your own panties suddenly dampen as if you stepped in a lake. You let out a gasp. He kept kissing you- his hands all over your nice, professional blouse and dress. Fingers wide to touch you, memorize you again. You turned around tugging at him-kissing him so much. Feeling his holster on his back-running a hand through his soft, beautiful curls you loved so much.

“Y/N-Y/N please-please-take me inside you- now-It’s been too long-”

“Yes- Yes, I will,” you voiced.  

The floor was shaking a little, there was a rumble like a small earthquake. People’s desk decorations, plants, and photos, were beginning to wobble if not fall over. He gathered your skirt up.

“Quick- be quick darling-they’re looking for me. We don’t have time,” Loki rasped.

He pulled you down. Holding you so that he laid down and you were on top. You clutched at his buttons. Hands shaking, ripping them apart- displaying his body, so pale, muscled, beautiful. His large hands went up to your hems, your tights. He grabbed your legs so hard- so close to him. Never to leave. Fingers digging into your skin. 

“Gods- my beautiful, desperate goddess- come on, dear- just spread your legs-now- hurry-”

You could hardly breathe as he took your skirt and bunched it to your hips. Exposing you to him. You began to grind on him- keeping yourself in the heat of your desire for him. And his for you, nearly ripping it further. He then took his hands over your breasts, your shirt-ripping buttons that came off-they splattered on the floor. Your chest exposed like his.  He kissed and touched your breast. Then in a split second, his hands went to your soaking panties.

“Nrgh- this- now this is what I need-no-no time- forgive me-again-”

 He then moved his hands up and his strong arms flexed as he ripped your panties in half.t- ripping so that your pussy was out and exposed. With trembling fingers, you went down to his pants. Quickly unbuttoning it. He adjusted his hips so that he was out.  He adjusted himself quickly, so his cock came free- so large and hard.

“Darling-just-just let me- let me-here-” he breathed out. In a second, he pushed your hips down so he sheathed inside you. You let out a gasp- he fit well- already all of him in. 

You spread your legs and got on him. Immediately setting at a pace. Fast, desperate. There was another shudder and papers flew. He began to thrust. Your breasts bounced in turn- it was hitting the right spot, a deep spot. So quick and deep, you were letting out moans. But with the alarms and cacophony of sounds you blended in. 

“L-L-Loki-I-I-” you breathed out.

He thrust thrust thrust so fast in you- it was so out of control. You were losing your breath. Another sound of electric and you let out a moan. You took a trembling hand. You found one of his daggers, despite the pounding into your bouncing body. You took it out-holding the blade to his throat, still thrusting. 

“If-If you ever- ever cheat on me I will-I’ll kill the both of you!” you hissed. 

He only smiled as he felt the blade.

“Yes- Y/N- to be killed by-by-fuck- you. Even- Even a god would want to die like that.”

He then gripped your arm and tipped it around so that it was thrown out of your hands onto the floor. Then he gripped your hips, thrusting still at that pace. Keeping you there. His hands move to feel your skin, memorize you.

“Yes-yes-Yes there-there, sweet girl- you’ve missed this cock- I’ve missed this sweet pussy of yours-wet and desperate-”

He groaned as he thrust into you. Your breasts in your bra bouncing, almost coming out. You reached a hand down- feeling his shoulders- his exposed chest with the little hairs. His hand reached down. Your clit was swollen and ready. He began to play with it- meeting the wild, desperate pace of his thrusting. Papers flew from the desk over the floor. 

“Lo-Loki I- ah! Yes, I- ah- fuck-just-just keep…keep going yes-”

He groaned, his neck straining-

“Yes- little goddess here- I-do -I-I I- fuck-what about you and those men at the TVA-shit-leering at you- can they-nrgh- give you pleasure- no other agent- no other person- can- can dare-dare touch you-you’re mine, all mine-none can fuck you here-yes- keep-dammit-dammit- just cum, cum, my dear-just-”

He pounded you into a fury- you bounced around, so much it was getting too much, your pleasure going up, you could feel it building- you gripped onto his shoulders, feeling everything about to clench. Rising up, up, as wild as the alarms blaring around you. 

‘Yes-Yes-Loki- I’m-I’m goingtocumI’mgoingto-”

Your voice kept hitching up high, then higher. Like little gasps, almost small screams- the near release. He kept at his pace.

“Yes- yes, my dear- go-go I’m about to-yes-go with me darling- cum now, cum sweet gril-Cum, dammit-CUM!”

With a high gasp, it broke on you. Everything in your muscles released. You got dizzy. You felt his own cum shoot out inside you. Your breath was held and you felt him relax beneath you. He pulled out of you.

 At once he pulled himself up, touching your forehead. All the noise had gone- there was just the two of you now. Not wanting one bit of you apart.  

“Y/N- I promise. Nothing is going to keep my little pet away from me. Whatever happens now- we face it together.”

You nodded, nuzzling into him. It seemed the panic had settled. The alarms and lights went back to silent normalcy. Even with the chatter and footsteps, here in the little office, things seemed peaceful.

“Loki- I understand. You have great, important things. You’re doing the right thing- but…if I can be with you- if there is anything I can do to help- I’ll do it.”

“I love you so much- and I’ve missed you so much, my Y/N.”

“I’ve missed you too,” you replied. 

Getting up, you helped each other readjust your clothes. Button back each other’s shirts. He kissed you again and you both hurried out clutching hands. You didn’t know what would happen next, but his hand was in yours. That was all you needed for now. 

#carrie writes #loki imagine #loki smut #smut #loki my beloved #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #mcu loki #loki odinson #thor the dark world #loki x y/n #loki x reader fluff #loki x female reader #loki tom hiddleston #loki x you #loki mcu #loki of asgard #marvel loki #loki god of mischief #loki fluff #loki fanfic #loki (marvel) #loki #loki marvel #loki x reader smut #loki x fem! reader smut #loki x y/n smut #loki x fem! y/n #loki x fem! reader #loki x fem! y/n smut

[geminigirl0298]

ALL THE KINGS' MEN

Relationship: Dark!Bucky x Reader, King!Loki x Reader

Summary: The Odinson Kings take over Midgard, appointing commanders to help them colonize the entire planet. Commander Barnes finds you during a raid of untouched lands and claims you as his own. You endure months of torture and abuse at the metal hand of the cruel man, and are set to suffer even more when he sends you to King Loki to break you further. Upon meeting the feared man, you find that looks can be deceiving, and rumors are not always what they seem.

A/N: Thank you to my editor @green-mischief-managed for helping me with this fic! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, very NSFW. Fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), handjobs, blood and gore, torture, rape, knives, death, mutilation, choking, burning, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, vaginal sex, mentions of suicide. This fic deals with dark themes such as rape, abuse and torture. If these themes make you uncomfortable, please do not read!

Previous Chapter Masterlist

CHAPTER 16

         Lorelai.  The name rattled around in your head, pinging off your skull as you tried to discern the reason for her hostility.

         Loki’s new little friend, she said.  What was that supposed to mean?  How did she even know who you were?  And why was she looking at you like something on the bottom of her shoe?

         It irritated you, to be honest.  Derision filled yourself at her treatment, and you opened your mouth to give her a fitting reply, “I’m-”

         “Flower.”  All the tension left your body the minute you heard his voice.  His hand touched your lower back, then Loki appeared beside you.  You wrapped both your arms around his bicep and leaned into him. “Lorelai.”  

          “Loki,” she purred.  Her eyes flickered down to where you held onto his arm.  “I see you’ve brought a friend.”  

          Sharon appeared shortly after, hands folded across her chest as she took in the scene before her.  She paused a little at your close embrace with the king.  “Hey,” she whispered in your ear.  “The fuck is that?”

          “No idea.”  If Loki heard you, he did not let on.  Instead, he addressed the woman before him with a steady tone.

          “Is there a problem here?”  The look on his face made it clear this Lorelai woman had caused many, many problems in the past.  

          “None,” she told him, lifting a slender hand to caress his shoulder.  “Now that you’re here, that is.”  You shared a look with Sharon. 

            Clearly, this was the other woman those two girls told you about that night in the harem.  The red hair was a clue, but the familiarity with which she spoke to and touched him was the giveaway.  

           “I’m only here for the summit.”  Loki removed her hand, face still blank.  “I would thank you not to cause any trouble while we’re here.”  Lorelai’s face curled up into a smile.

            “Trouble?” she echoed.  “That’s more your thing, isn’t it, Loki? Though, I suppose we’ve both had our fair share of fun together.” 

            Together. You didn’t like the way she said that word.  

          “That was in the past,” Loki’s voice was curt.  “I’ll not put up with your shenanigans this time.  I’d thank you to take your leave now, as I’ve some important business to attend to.”

             Lorelai did not look at him. Her eyes flickered to you instead, running over your form once more.  Finally, she settled on your eyes.  You stared back without wavering.  She seemed to like that.  

            “You’re probably right.  It’s quite clear there’s to be no more fun between us.”  She smiled- not unkindly, which confused you further- and turned on her heel, then she was retreating down the hall in a flurry of green skirts.

              “Well,” said Sharon, breaking what was about to be an uncomfortable silence, “that was eventful.” She turned to the king then, fixing him with a cool stare.  “I hear you have something to say to me.”  

ooOOoo

          Sharon Carter was a no-nonsense woman. Loki noticed that the minute he saw her approach you.  He watched how she glared at Lorelai, whom she did not know, simply because the woman was a nuisance to you.  He watched her link her arm in yours and lead the way to the library he intended to use for their chat — though he was unsure how she knew which one — and trailed behind, feeling quite out of sorts.   

          He had grown used to you always wanting to be by his side.  It was silly, he chided himself.  Sharon was your friend.  He was your…What were you?  Your friend for sure, but something more.  Something softer, sweeter; something that—

          “I’ve been told you want to speak to me.”  Sharon’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.  They were in the library now, with Sharon leaning against the table. You stood awkwardly between them, eyes darting from one to the other.  “Out with it.”

          You frowned. “Sharon-”

          “No, it’s okay,” Loki assured you.  “It’s fine.”  He turned his attention to Sharon, all five foot eight of blonde hair and reproachful expressions.  “I wish to apologize,” he began, “for the part I’ve played in your suffering. There is nothing I can say or do that will erase what you’ve—”

         “I don’t like you.”  Loki stopped, lips paused at the beginning of the word he never got to say.  “I really, really don’t like you,” Sharon continued, “and I don’t care for your apologies. I don’t care if you feel bad and I don’t want to hear any of your rehearsed lies.  You want something from me.  Spare me the theatrics and just tell me what it is.”

            And for maybe the third time in his life, Loki was at a loss for words. He had an entire speech planned.  Of course, he meant every word.  A younger, lesser version of him might appeal to her emotions to sway her to his side. Valhalla knows he had done it many times before, but not now, not knowing what he knew.

          Luckily for him, you seemed to know exactly what to say.   You glided over to Sharon and took her hands in yours.  “It’s not like that,” you murmured.  “We need your help, Sharon.  Loki thinks that some of the commanders were stealing from Asgard.”

          “Stealing what?” Sharon wanted to know.

           “A flower.”

            Chocolate eyes swung to him.  “A flower? And what do you presume they did with this plant, your majesty?”

           “They used it to kill my mother.”  Now, she went silent, and Loki continued.  “That was why I took over Midgard in the first place.  Someone from your realm was able to steal a flower from a heavily guarded place under the watchful eye of Heimdall, and they used it to kill my mother.  After that, I decided humans needed to be put in check.”  His eyes flickered to you;  to your sweet face full of nothing but understanding.  “I was wrong.”

            “Loki just wants to help,” you explained.  “He knows what he did was wrong and he can’t take it back.  He knows this was his fault, but Sharon, things are bad.  The Commanders are afraid of Loki, yes, but they hate him.  That hatred made them kill a goddess!”

         “I agree they need to be stopped, but I’m not sure how I can help you.”  Most of the bite had gone out of Sharon’s voice, replaced with an emotion akin to fatigue. Loki concluded the babe she obviously carried was partly the reason and made a mental note to get his healers to check on her before the day’s end.  

         “We need information,” Loki told her.  “Any information.  Did Captain Rogers ever receive any shipments unaccounted for?  Ever see him meeting at weird times with anyone?” Sharon folded her arms in thought.  

         “He was off with James a lot.  If you ask me, I’d say they were secretly in love.”  You and Sharon shared a look before she continued.  “Honestly, I couldn’t tell you where Steve went.  He never brought anything strange into the house, and even if he did, I’d never ask him. I knew better than to go looking.” 

           She stopped speaking.  A flicker of doubt crossed her face. Loki pounced on it immediately.  “What? You’ve just remembered something.  What is it?”

          “Loki.”  The admonishment came from you.  “Give her a chance.  Sharon,” you grabbed her hands again, “is there something you remember?  Anything you can tell us will be of help.”

          “There’s a room back home he never let me in.  I wasn’t supposed to see it, since it was hidden.”  Loki lifted a brow. 

          “Hidden?  Hidden how?”

           Sharon’s eyes roamed the room.  They stopped on an oak bookshelf spanning the entirety of the opposite wall.  “There’s a shelf in his study. Full of books he never reads.  One day, I was dusting the books and pulled a few out.  I can’t be sure which one did it, but there was a click, and the shelf moved out of the way.”

          “What happened next, Miss Carter?”

            She shrugged. “Nothing.  Steve came back and I told him I found it and he made me promise not to go back. He put a camera in and locked the door to the study.  I figured it was more trouble than it was worth.  We did move into an old SHIELD base that was refurbished.  It wasn’t uncommon to have hidden rooms.”

           “Did you get a peek inside?” Loki asked, though he knew the answer before Sharon shook her head.  “These flowers are magic. They can live even after they’ve been plucked. If he was keeping them in there—”

           “I’m not going back into that house,” Sharon interjected.  “I’m not going back. Especially not with James there.”

           “James.”  Loki stiffened.  “James is on earth?”  He cursed under his breath. It was a terrible idea to speak to Sharon before informing you of his conversation with Fandral.  “Loki, you told me he was being sent around the realms.  How did he get back on Earth?”

          “I’ve no idea,” he answered you.  “Fandral only just informed me of this.  I was going to tell you after we finished here.”  He looked at Sharon.  “You do not have to return to Earth.  Starting today, you are officially under the crown’s protection. You can stay here or return to the palace with us when it is time to do so. Your unborn babe shares the same protection.”  

          “Who killed his father?”  Sharon asked suddenly.  “Was it an accident?  I can’t imagine it was.”  Loki’s silence was enough.  “Of course”

           “To be fair, the intent wasn’t to kill him.”

            Sharon gave him a look.  “What was the intent?”

             “Questioning,” Loki replied.  “Maybe a little torture.  Can’t always tell how these things will go.”  At his admission, he swore the woman almost smiled. The corners of her lips twitched up a bit before she pulled them back into a neutral expression.

            “Well, this has been an enlightening conversation.  I think it’s time for me to head to bed.  This little one,” she rubbed her stomach, “always has me beat these days.”

            “Do you want me to walk you to your room?” you offered.  “Or stay with you?”

              “No, I think you both have things to talk about.”  No explanation was needed to discern what she meant.  “I really need some rest.”  She made her way to the door, stopping when she was nearly out in the hall.  “Your majesty, I’ve been told you’re quite taken with my friend.  You’re both adults, so I can’t tell you what to do, but if you hurt her, I will hurt you.”  

           Loki smirked at that.  The fire he received from the blonde woman was the first thing that led him to believe a cordial partnership was on the horizon.  Her snarkiness was not unwelcome, and he might have cracked a smile had you not approached him with worry creasing your face. 

         “James is back?”  Trembling hands reached for him, prompting him to pull you close to his body.  “Loki, James is back. What are we going to do?”

          “You are not going to do anything. He cannot touch you from Earth.”  Loki rubbed his hands in a soothing pattern, up and down your arms until your shaking stopped and your forehead rested against his collarbone. 

         “He’s going to be so angry,” you whispered.  Your breath tickled the base of his throat as you spoke.  The warmth raised goosebumps on his flesh, making his eyes roll back at the proximity of your mouth to his body.  You had such pretty lips. “He’s always so mad at me.” 

         Loki cleared his throat.  He shoved his pervasive thoughts to the back of his mind and cupped the back of your head.  “He will not lay a hand on you. This I have promised you before, and I promise it to you now.”  You looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.  “James cannot make it to Asgard on his own.  Heimdall will see him coming if he tries, and he’ll be arrested at the bridge.  He will not hurt you again.”

           A tear fell from your eye.  Loki brushed it away with a gentle stroke, following it with two more.  He held your face and kissed your forehead, allowing you to cry into his brand-new tunic.  It was the first time you ever let him comfort you through your tears, and he was struck by just how much you had come to consider him.  In many ways, you were not just the woman who flinched at a touch and walked around as though in a trance. You were becoming much more, and Loki felt glad that he seemed to have contributed to that in some way.

          “Loki?” 

           “Yes, flower?”

          You sniffled. “Who is Lorelai?”  Ah.  “An old girlfriend?”  He almost laughed at the mundane word.  

         Loki did not have girlfriends or boyfriends.  He had lovers, men and women and all in between with whom he shared a mutual attraction and partook in pleasures of the flesh.  There were often no real feelings on his part.  He would ride out whatever time he spent with them until they wanted more, which he could not give, or they moved on to another. And he never once regretted letting them go.  His heart could never seem to get involved. 

       That was until he met you.

       “Lady Lorelai is an old lover of mine,” he told you.  “Troublesome, meddlesome, and as good a liar as myself. Except, she takes it too far.”

         Your brow creased with fret. “She knows who I am, Loki.  She knows who I am and I’ve never met her before.”

           “Lorelai likes to keep tabs on me. She is as proud as she is envious, and I can admit now that getting involved with her was a mistake.”  He took your hand and led you over to lean against the desk.  “You’ve nothing to worry about.  Lorelai may think she is a threat, but she has long fallen out of favour with me.  And she does not have the use of her gifts anymore.”

         “Gifts?” you repeated. “What gifts?”

          Loki lifted your hand to his chest.  He held it there, smoothing his thumb over your well-nourished skin.  “Lorelai has the ability to bend men to her will.  She is able to do so with just her voice.  Of course, it depends on the will of the man.  Lesser wills are easily broken. Stronger ones, not so much.”

          “And I suppose you were a much harder conquest?”  You looked up at him from beneath your lashes, eyes filled with a hint of teasing.  

          “I’m immune to most magic, being one of the most advanced sorcerers across the realm.”  He could not help but puff out his chest a bit.  “Lorelai’s was still tricky to navigate. After we ended things, she began stirring up trouble.  Made an inordinate amount of men do her bidding. I am entirely sure she could have caused an uprising if she wanted.”

          Alarm crossed your face then, making Loki regret his words.  “Do not be worried,” he assured you.  “Lorelai was stopped. My mother made a charm bracelet that she is forced to wear by order of the king. It dampens her magic so she cannot use it on people even if she tried.”

          “And she really can’t use it?”  The fingers of your hand, which he had not let go, were now intertwined with his.  He wondered if you even noticed.  “She really agreed to wear it?”

          Loki chuckled.  “It was that or a rather unbecoming muzzle that prevented her from speaking at all.  Vanity is as vanity does. At least the bracelet looks rich enough.”  His eyes dipped to your hands- fingers woven together as though they were the threads of life themselves.  Loki never cared much for silly displays of affection before. Now, he found himself wondering if the spaces between his fingers were crafted specifically for yours to fit. 

           “You must be tired from the journey,” he said.  “Would you like to rest before the dinner?  I can come fetch you later.”  He moved your hands to your sides- still connected- and began leading you out the door.  “I took the liberty of getting us adjoining rooms.  Please tell me if it was too presumptuous.  I just thought you would feel safer with me nearby.”

          “No, that’s fine,” you said, and he could tell by your smile he had made the right choice.  “What time is the dinner?”  

           “I will send someone to fetch you an hour or so before.  Our rooms are just down here.  Come.”

 ooOOoo

          As it turned out, Loki was right. The rest did you a world of good.  You weren’t sure how long you slept, but by the time a servant came in to wake you and help get you ready, it was nearly dark outside.

          Night descended quite differently on Asgard.  On Earth, the sun would set into a brief dusky grey before the darkness actually fell.  Here, the sky seemed to come alive.  The disappearance of the sun heralded hues of purples and blues that seemed to reflect the ocean below.  The black night fell like a blanket, dotted with stars so bright you often had to look away before your eyes began to burn.  It was truly the most beautiful place you had ever seen.

          “Lady Dee?”  The maidservant’s voice drew your attention away from the window.  “You have a visitor.  The king.”  You smiled. 

          “He can come in.  I’m nearly finished.  You can go have your supper now.”  She curtsied before you just as Loki walked in, dressed to the nines in formal garb.  His trademark smirk was on his face. 

           “Flower.”

            “Loki.”

            His eyes roamed over you from head to toe.  You were, of course, wearing one of the many new dresses he’d sent you, this one a simple gold, made of silk held up by delicate chain straps with a cowl neck.  The rest of the dress hung off your body like a waterfall, showing off just enough of your newly filled-out figure. “You look wonderful.  Something is missing, though.  Would you turn around?”

         The maidservant was long gone, the door closed to give the two of you some privacy.  Loki handed you a silver-backed mirror to hold to keep your neck in focus.  In his other hand, the necklace from earlier appeared.  He approached you from behind, so close you could feel the ends of his tunic poking into your back.

        “Lift your hair for me, darling.”  You almost moaned when you felt his breath on your neck.  He fastened the necklace with practiced perfection, and you were pleased to find it blended quite well with the dress you chose.  It sat nestled above the neckline, adding an extra air of refinement to the plain dress.  “Perfect.”

          “It’s lovely.”  Loki moved your hair back in place as you admired the jewelry.  As he did so, you noticed the bracelet you bought him secured on his wrist.  “Hey,” you caught at his arm, “you’re wearing it.”

           “I told you I would.”  He let his hand rest on your bare shoulder.  “Would you look at that,” he mused.  “They match.”

           They really did.  The emerald eyes of the golden serpents glistened in the light as though alive, and they were the exact same shade as the teardrop emerald in your piece.  “Did you do this on purpose? The necklace?”  

         Your eyes met in the mirror and he grinned.  “Maybe.”  He moved some hair away from your ear, lips encroaching on the space near your lobe.  “Or maybe, I just wanted to see my colours on you.”

        Oh fuck.  Loki had flirted with you before, but it was never as intimate as this.  His voice had never before dropped this low, nor did his eyes appear so heavy.  And his thumb had certainly never run across the skin of your shoulder and up the side of your neck as it was doing now.

         “We don’t have to attend the dinner,” he told you.  “I can always have it brought here.  It’s just a formality anyway.”

         You thought for only a second.  “You can do that?”  

          “I’m the king,” he reminded you.  “I can do most anything I want.”

           The mirror vanished from your hand.  Loki released your shoulder, opting to take your hand and give you a little spin.  You giggled as he twirled you and then pulled you against him.  Your hands went around his neck to steady yourself while his rested on your waist.

         “What do you say?” he asked.  “Do you wish to endure a boring dinner, or do you want to stay here with me?”

          “I—”

          A knock on the door interrupted your acceptance of his proposal.  The annoyance on his face as he let you go to answer the door no doubt mirrored your own. Fandral was standing at the door when it opened.  He gave you a cheeky smile before addressing the king.

         “Loki,” he greeted in that grand way of his.  “The Lady Sharon has agreed to your plan.  She thinks it best to go at once, with your approval, of course.”

         You had joined Loki at the door now.  While you weren’t sure what plan they referred to, you could tell any plans you had for the evening were now fully squashed.  “What’s going on?  What plan?”

         “I wish to search the hidden room in Rogers’ house. I sent word to Lady Sharon while you were asleep.  In honesty, I had not expected her to agree so quickly.”

         “Oh.”  That was the only word you could seem to get out in response.  “Are you going?”  You didn’t want him to go. As silly as it sounded- because you knew he could protect himself- you were worried for his safety if he were to go to Earth. 

          Loki shook his head.  “I’m not going. I’m sending a few men so as not to arouse suspicion.  They’ll be in and out and none will be the wiser, but I must brief them, meaning-” 

          “You’ll be late for dinner.”  It was much easier to say this than make Fandral privy to your real plans.  “It’s okay.  If there is something in that room that can connect them to your mother, it’s better to do it now.”  You placed your hands on Loki’s arm.  “Go on ahead. I suppose I’ll go to the dinner for the time being.”

         “I’ll be back,” Loki promised. He brought your hand to his lips for a kiss— the second that day alone— and you could not help but wonder when he would make advances towards another type of kiss.  “I’ll see you soon.  

ooOOoo

             Dinner was a fantastic affair.  Lords and ladies sat around an enormous table filled with more food than you had ever seen, dressed in the finest jewels and clothes.  Laughter filled the hall and conversation flowed.  At one point, a friendly fight broke out: two lords drunk off mead, both wanting to show off their newly crafted swords. And yet still, you were bored out of your mind

            There was a goblet of Asgardian ale in your left hand.  One of the servants kept refilling it at intervals.  The taste did not particularly delight you, but you sipped it to give yourself something to do.  At first, you were intent on waiting for Loki to return, but three courses and five ales later, you noticed the meeting would not soon end. 

           Either way, you were finished here.  You pushed your chair back and exited the dining room, goblet still clutched in hand.  A kind servant topped you up on your way out.  You thanked him with a smile and began the long walk to your room.  Maybe, if you were lucky, you would still be awake long enough for Loki to return.  You could both spend whatever was left of the night talking until you fell asleep like you did at the palace. 

         “Lady Dee,” purred a familiar voice. You paused, squinting ahead to see who it was.  Lorelai appeared before you in a green dress with her red hair done up in an exquisite bun.  You soured a bit upon seeing Loki’s colour draped all over her.  “I thought that was you.”

         “‘Tis me.”  You noted then, to your embarrassment, that your ‘s’ was a bit slurred. 

          “Why do you hold your head in that manner?” Lorelai enquired.  You did find her to be a little askew.  Actually, your entire field of vision was off-kilter, and you straightened your head with a flush of your cheeks.  “Gotten into the ale, I see.”

           You placed the cup at your side.  “I’ve had alcohol before.”

            “Not Asgardian alcohol, I’m sure.  This packs quite a punch.  Nothing on Earth can compare to it, although I suppose you might have realized Midgardian spirits have little to no effect on you.”

           In truth, you just thought you had an abnormally high tolerance. The vodka back home would burn your throat, but that was as far as it went.  “Did you need something from me?���

          “I wanted to apologize.”  She sounded so sincere you almost believed her.  “By now, you’ve heard that Loki and I were involved.  He was special to me, and it was very hard for me to let him go.  Sometimes, I get a bit in my head when I find out he’s seeing someone new.”  She paused to give you a look.  “You are seeing each other, aren’t you?”

           Your answer did not come soon enough, and she noticed your hesitancy.  It delighted her, you could tell, evident by the little quirk of her eyebrows.  “Seems I was wrong-”

           “We’re taking things slow,” you blurted.  “Loki and I.”  Lorelai laughed. 

            “Slow?  Loki does not take things slow.  He was taking me over the desk of his study daily within the first week of us meeting.”  She let out a dreamy sigh, making your stomach churn.  It also could have been the ale, but you felt queasy either way.  “He’s a very good lover.  Once, he tied me up and—”

           “I do not wish to hear of your past with Loki.  Some things should be kept private.”

           “Well, privacy isn’t always Loki’s strong suit.  In time, you’ll come to find he doesn’t mind an audience.”  She looked you up and down.  “Or maybe, you won’t. Since you’re taking things slow.”

            You rolled your eyes. Lorelai was a bitch, and you didn’t need to stand here and take this.  “I’m leaving. Loki’s waiting for me.”

            “Is he?  I just came from the library and heard him in a meeting.  Sounds like he has more important things on his mind.”  She ended her statement with a frown so sad you couldn’t tell if she was faking it.  “Why don’t you come back to the dinner with me?  I’m sure many gentlemen would love the pleasure of your company.”

          “I don’t want them.  I want Loki.”  Petulance abounded in your voice. You were aware you sounded like a spoiled child, but you could not care.  

          Lorelai hummed. “My dear,” her hands came to rest on your arms, “I’ve already told you Loki is in a meeting. He’s busy!  Why would you want to bother him?”  She let her hands wander to the end of your hair.  “He doesn’t like to be bothered.”

          “But he won’t mind,” you protested.  “He never minds me.”  At least, he never had before. 

           “This is a beautiful necklace,” she complimented.  Her slim fingers traced the chain around your neck.  “Did Loki give it to you?  He does have a thing for giving his women jewelry.”  She lifted her wrist to show you the golden bracelet dotted with rubies.  “He gave this to me.  Gorgeous, isn’t it?”

          You pushed her hands off of you.  The goblet in your hand fell to the floor, splattering drink all over your dress.  “You’re lying!  Loki’s mother put that on you because of your powers.  It’s not the same.”  Lorelai smirked. 

           “Loki’s mother enchanted the bracelet.  I already had it, because it was a gift from him.”  She twisted her hand in the air to show off the piece.  “I love rubies. He knows me so well.”

           “I’m leaving,” you told her.  “I don’t believe any of your lies.”  

              “But you believe Loki’s so easily,” she countered.  “I can’t blame you. He is the God of them, after all, and he tells them so well.  Who can blame a sweet girl like you for falling for him?”

           The way she spoke to you made your blood boil. It was as though you were a child with no brain of your own and all the naivety in the world. This woman- so proper and prim- had no idea the terrors your faced. She didn’t know of your life, or that you knew well the nature of men probably even better than her. 

          “I must go,” you announced.  “Loki and I have plans.”  You pushed past her without a second thought.

          “Wait!”  She grabbed your hand, grip strong like a vice.

          “Let go of me!”

           “Has he kissed you, at least?”  Her fingernails dug into your skin, leaving deep crescents of pain in their wake.  “Has he?”  Her lip curled, nostrils flaring into the ugliest look of contempt.  “Has he pressed those liar lips up against yours—”

          “Fuck you!”  You wrenched your hand from her grasp and ran.

ooOOoo

             Sometimes, Loki hated being the king.  He remembered the times when he was a young prince, when he coveted the throne and envied his brother’s place in line for it. He recalled all the mischief he made to get the crown.  Now that he had it, he often had vivid fantasies of stomping it under his foot.

           The crown meant power. The crown meant he and his brother were untouchable, but also in the most precarious position of their lives. Everyone wanted their favour or heads — to serve the throne or capture it for themselves. The crown was as dangerous as it was secure, but right now, all he cared about was that it had ruined his plans with you. 

         It took longer than usual to get the men briefed.  They had never been in the house before, so he had to start by mapping the area and the building.  Sharon’s intel was of good use, and he only wished he could wake her for more.  Yet, he was loathe to bother her in her condition.  Now that the meeting was over, he only wanted to see you.  

         So it was just his luck that he happened to see you walking up the hall just as he was coming down.  “Flower.”  You did not answer him.  In fact, you looked rather destroyed. 

          Long tears cut a path down your face, falling from red eyes all the way to a trembling mouth.  Your hands were clasped tightly together at your waist, and he could see a light sheen of sweat on your skin.  “Flower? Whatever is the matter?”  He reached out to you. You pulled away. 

          “I’m tired,” you said.  “I want to sleep.”  Your voice cracked with emotion as you told the lies he so easily sussed out. 

           “I do not think that is true.”  He spoke as though tending to a wounded child.  “You’re upset. Please tell me what happened.”  He spied it then— five long scratches running down your arm.  “What is this?” He gestured to the angry redness of your skin.  “Who did this?” 

           Your eyes dipped to your hand as though noticing the marks for the first time. “I ran into Lorelai—”

            “Lorelai.”  Fury burned in his chest.  He reached out to take your hand, and this time you did not stop him.  “I knew she was jealous, but I did not think she would attack you-”

           “Why won’t you kiss me?” you cried.

           Loki was so shocked he released your hand.  “What?”

           You threw your hands up. “Why won’t you kiss me?  Lorelai says you used to be all over her all the time.  She said you were always having sex, and you’re not one to take things slow.  I thought you liked me!”

          “I do!” Loki replied in a hushed tone.  “I do like you, flower. Why was Lorelai even speaking to you about me in the first place?  I told you she lies.”

          “But you said you were together!”  You wagged a finger at him, and it was then he smelled the ale on you. “You said that! So I know she’s not lying.  She also said you gave her jewelry, too, just like you did to all your women.”  You touched the necklace you wore.  “Is that what this is? A habit?”

          Never in his life had he wanted to strike a woman the way he wanted to smack Lorelai right now.  He knew he should have left her in that dungeon.  Alas, he was young, and that youth led him to convince his father to release her under condition.  She was going straight back as soon as he found her.

           “Darling, you need to tell me exactly what Lorelai said. She’s very good at twisting words and situations-”

           “Oh!” Anger flared on your face.  “And I’m just some silly little girl who didn’t know she was even Asgardian, so obviously I’d fall for it.”

          Loki gaped.  “That’s not-”

        “It’s because of James, isn’t it?” you asked, and his eyes widened at the accusation. “You don’t want to kiss me because of him.  You think I’m spoiled!  Rotten and raped and abused and dirty-” You stopped suddenly, back going rigid.

          “Flower?”  He was too afraid to touch you.  Instead, he let his hand hover near you in case you felt the need to take hold of it.  “Flower, are you okay?”

            In response, you hunched forward and vomited all over his shoes.

ooOOoo

           You had never been this humiliated.  Not even through James’ abuse, through him laughing at your pain and suffering, did you ever feel this level of mortification.  If you had to guess why, you’d say it was because you’d done it to yourself.  You drank the ale, you allowed yourself to be tricked by Lorelai and you threw up all over Loki’s shoes.

         To his credit, Loki did not flinch once.  He simply kicked off his now ruined shoes and led you barefoot back to your adjoined rooms.  From there, he instructed you to take a bath while he got some servants to clean up the mess you made. The bath did help some, but the hot, lavender-scented water was not enough to wash away the shame you felt.  By the time you were finished, you only wanted to sleep and pretend this night never happened. 

          Loki was waiting for you when you were done.  You stepped out in your sleeping robe to find him placing a tray near your bedside table.  He turned over his shoulder to look at you.  “Come.”

          You cast your red eyes down as you approached the bed.  Loki pulled back the covers without a word, allowing you to enter.  He then tucked them around you and took a seat at your side.  “Drink this,” he handed you a glass with a clear, fizzy liquid.  “It will help prevent any headaches and further nausea.  Drink it all.”

          While you drank, he took ahold of your hand.  He let his fingers hover over the marks inflicted by Lorelai, and one by one, they disappeared. It was like pulling a blanket over the lines, completely obscuring them from view until only unblemished skin remained.  “Thank you.”

          “You’re welcome.”  He took the empty glass from you.  “Rest your head.  Gentle now.”  He ran the back of his hand over your check, moving it all the way up until his palm rested on your head.  “I’m sorry I was late to the dinner.  I wish I could have prevented Lorelai from happening upon you.”  

           “It’s not your fault,” you whispered.  “I should’ve never listened to her.  I was wrong.”  You wiped a tear from your eye.  

             “Yes you were,” Loki agreed, much to your surprise.  “You were wrong when you said that I have any sort of avulsion towards you due to the sufferings you have endured.  The reason I am often careful with you, the reason I do not take liberties, is not because I find you repulsive. Rather, I want to ensure I do not cross any of your boundaries.  The speed at which I am courting you is not for lack of wanting.”

          “I never should’ve said that,” you told him, still reeling from his admission that he was, in fact, courting you.  “I was just angry.  Lorelai got into my head.”

           “As she is wont to do,” Loki finished.  “I will deal with her at a later time. Yes, I got her the bracelet.  Lorelai likes expensive things, and I often oblige to my lovers’ wants.  You have to remember this was a very long time ago.  My feelings for Lorelai were nothing but lust. Everyone I got involved with knew that.  We haven’t even spoken since we ended all those years ago.”

           “I understand.”

            Loki leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. You could not even muster up the annoyance that it was, once again, not your lips.  “Do not ever think less of yourself because of what was done to you. It was not your fault. James will be dealt with as soon as possible and as safely as possible. All of my efforts right now are diverted toward bringing him to justice without getting you more involved than you already are. Have some patience with me, and you will soon see that”.

           You nodded, unable to form any words after the complete spectacle you had made of yourself.  

            “And one more thing,” Loki said.  He lowered his face to yours, so close your noses touched.  “If you wanted me to kiss you, all you had to do was say so.”  

        And with that, he pressed his lips to yours.  

Chapter 17

Taglist: @howdidurhammergrowchris @thedistractedagglomeration @soxysarah92 @vicmc624 @mischief2sarawr @scram1326 @booksandbenbarnes @lalalalokii @marvel-universe-of-masterlists @mistress-ofmagic @lokiismygodalone @cjand10 @sweetdreams25 @justlovelifeblog @mad4marvelloki @multifandom-world8 @sallymagnoliaposts @user13cabs @my-love-of-books @benwishaw @oceanmermaidwitch @alexakeyloveloki @midnightvitality @meyocoko @dren-whalen @jbarness @kattreffic @orangechickenpillow @dreamyrainy @trickster-maiden @freshfruitforrottingvegetablez @james-bucky-barnes-bitch @dark-night-sky-99 @somegirlfromasgard @yoongissidebitchh @findmedontlooseme @xstonedxslasher @johnmurphysass @lost-forest-heart @lovecleastrange @vickie5446 @silverfire475 @trickster-maiden @megumisbabymomma @bunny24sstuff @blog-the-lilly @ari-writes-sometimes @bean-bean2000

#lokismut #loki x reader #dark bucky barnes #loki x you #loki x y/n #dark bucky x you #loki fic #loki fanfic #dark marvel #loki x female reader #loki and thor #sharon carter

[justjams2003]

Thundering return

Cha~ idfk hello:) I want more dark Thor >:( Please somebody, I need it. Or mob boss Thor, anything where he is doing something criminal >:(

Pairing: Dark!Thor x slave!wife!reader

Warnings: Mentions of previous rape, manipulation, stockholm syndrome type situation, violent sex, degrading, praising.

Summary: Thor comes home lustful after a heavy battle in need for a release. (Basically just smut)

Word count: 1.6k, not edited also it’s 1:30 am

When you first got hear, the sound of a storm made yours body quiver with fear. Fear of Thor, of his return. A clear sign that his mood is unstable and most likely you will be forced into the cross fires of that anger. You will be used to relieve that frustration, in any way he possibly sees fit.

After all, your marriage was forced. Your father and the all father coming to agreement. You were seen as one of the most beautiful maidens, creatures to have lived, right under the gods of course. And so you were married off and Thor was in complete defiance.

Yet still, he was over protective of you. Not allowed out without him by your side or a select view guards. Not allowed to make eye contact with any man nearby. Not to speak without his before-decided permission. All outfits had to be seen by him before any other could see.

It confused you at first, his quick mood changes. One moment he’d be cherishing your whole being with such devouring eyes. Protecting you at all costs and making sure not another would even think of upsetting you. You were happy about the marriage, having heard many good things about him.

But at nights when thunderstorms were booming loud and he took you without question, you put up a fight. As any other would. That would only upset him more. But soon he convinced you and made you realise this is how he shows his love. He’s tired and angry and then he turns to you to comfort him.

To you, he goes to you for relief. You can’t go on without him. He is the reason you have all these lavish gowns and feasts upon feasts. People protecting you from the horrors outside of the castle walls. You have the most handsome prince in all nine realms relishing your body. And so you realised how much you need him. Giving yourself to him fully and allowing yourself to be happy here.

So when thunderclouds began to form late in the afternoon, your heart raced wildly. Finally he is to return from his battle. He’s been gone at least two weeks now and it has been hell for you. Beyond lonely as you are usually to accompany Thor everywhere.

And so when you awoke just slightly past midnight with a huge boom and clap of thunder you immediately grew wet with anticipation. Urgently your closest maiden rushes in, slamming the doors open. “His Majesty has returned and demands your greeting at once,” she says, already helping her exit.

Thor is first in the greeting hall. His blonde hair is dripping wet, similar to how you are feeling. His eyes are filled with a dark cyclone. Just then as those tempestuous blue eyes land on your figure, a massive lightning bolt hits the ground. Illuminating the everything behind Thor, making him seem like only a dark shadow.

“Wife...” His voice is dripping with lust and yet his eyes filled with anger, jealousy and an emotion indescribable to you. Then you realise. Thor’s fighting company is right behind him. The Warriors Three, Sif and even Loki. They all respect you and fear you far too much to even look at your form.

He had called to you and you came without even thinking. Leaving in only a night gown, one made of satin and silk. Perfectly falling over your curves like a waterfall smooths over rocks. Thor grabs you, right by the waist. Pressing your body as close to him as you can.

You follow his lead, wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders. Bringing him in even closer. “We will discuss this in the bedroom.” He states, with a low growl into your ear. “For now you will stand behind me as I greet my friends for the night.” He commands to you, his voice low and trilling.

And so you listened and followed his every word. Waiting as he allows your maid to leave, commanding her to start with feast plans. He greets his friends with joyous laughter and an adrenaline filled hug. And finally when they were all gone, he turned to you.

His eyes switching from fire to lightning. He does not speak a single word but simply grabs you closer by the neck once more. His lips grapple around yours, his hands dropping mjolnir with a thud. Causing you to jump slightly and he easily takes that as an opportunity to do both pull you up to wrap your legs around his waist and devour his tongue into your mouth.

His hands squeezes onto your waist and the other holding onto your ass for dear life. Bruises will most definitely be left there within the next hour. Soon, not even sure how it was that soon, you reach the bedroom. He throws you down on the bed without much care.

“You whore!” Is his very first words, watching your every move and every curve in his body. Again a bolt strikes, he also begins removing his clothes. His cape falling, chain-mail clattering to the floor. “I spend two weeks away, surrounded by women throwing themselves at me.” His voice gruffs out as he continues.

Each time he wants to put extra care to a word thunder would boom or lightning would strike. “And I had to keep myself away from them. For your sake! To keep you happy, keep our image clean.” He explained, as if it is such a big thing to do.

But to you, it does. To you it is the most obvious thing in the world. You weren’t allowed around a select few men, not allowing you to be seduced. Thor doesn’t have that same privilege. Having to keep his mind pure without someone there to help him. Sure to others it makes no sense, but you’re so in love it only makes sense to you.

“Then the first thing you do, is show up in that! In front of Loki even!” Thor is sacred of losing you, to anybody. Especially to Loki, not that he had done much to deserve such treatment. “That...” he mumbles out, finally dropping his pants. Allowing his massive girth to show fully.

He purrs, crawling onto the bed and fiddling with the night slip. “This is not much to cover yourself with,” he seems to chuckle. Then, just to show how much stronger he is than you, he rips the garment right from your skin. Another bolt hits when he sees your body in full.

The blue light creating shadows on your perfect curve. The colour just sending thrills down Thor’s spine, his colour lighting up your body. He lets out a corrupt chuckle. “By Gods, you my dear are so perfectly crafted,” he mutters, taking in to see each part of you.

“I quite like seeing blue on you,” he announces, his cock right on your clit. Both of you slippery and so ready for each other. “Oh fuck,” you moan out feeling him rub himself on you. Feeling just how big he gets from seeing you. Then his mouth is all over your body.

Kissing and sucking on each part of flesh that will be seen when wearing any garment. Leaving hickeys that will turn blue by the morning. So that everyone can see who exactly you belong to. The whole time rubbing his girth up and down your clit and vulva.

At that point you were coming close, he knew how to get you there even if it is with just his cock. Meaning that he knows damn well just how close your are becoming. He removes himself from you. His dark eyes lit with joy at the whines that leave your mouth.

“You dark get to whine, you pretty little slut.” He warns you, flaring his nostrils with annoyance. “This is for me and me alone. You are to take my cock like the good scant pet you are.” He commands, lifting your legs around his waist, lining himself up with your hole.

“Yes, my prince,” you’ve been trained well. Knowing exactly how to respond to him. He smirks at this and thrusts himself deep inside you. He moans out, burrowing his face in your neck. “So tight for your husband,” he mutters out. You can’t help but wince and also moan from the sheer size of him.

Even after each time it is still so hard to take him all in. Your legs wrapping around him to bring him in even deeper. Have himself close to you just to ground yourself. Your head lolling back as he pounds into you. Your mind going numb from the pure pleasure.

In between he leaves praises and then calling you exactly the opposite. And finally when Thor feels himself coming closer, he lifts you up higher. To get himself deeper in you. Perfectly hitting your pelvic bone, hitting your clit just right.

“Tomorrow you will have my cum leaking out of you.” He commands, knowing full well this will go on for most of the night. Cumming deep into you over and over again. Just like now, hot liquid spewing deep inside of you, allowing you to do the same with him deep inside you.

Thor used you in every way he could that night. Leaving marks all over you, leaving your body a hot, gushing mess. And finally when he decided rest is needed, to have you looking for the feast. “You’re sleeping naked from now on.” Is the last thing he says to you.

A/N : So I missed the birthday post...because I kept coming up with new ideas. But I promise I am like,,,,, 5000 words away from being finished? It’s worth the hype, to me at least, I have bee planning it for like 3 years now. Anyways, I am a whore for dark!Thor. Which, doesn’t really fit in my story so here we are. (Thank you for all the followers btw and to everyone still supporting even though I am so inconsistent.) 

#thor fanfiction #thor #Thor Odinson #thor smut #dark!thor #dark thor #dark thor smut #dark!thor smut #thor x reader #thor odinson x female reader #thor x you #thor x y/n #thor odinson x reader #thor odinson x you #thor odinson x y/n #dark!thor x reader #dark thor x reader #dark thor x reader smut #dark!thor x reader smut #I want more dark!thor #>:(