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Heart of Fire

Synopsis: Imagine being a powerful demoness from Muspelheim. One day, a mischievous and stunning god ends up in your realm and before the other demons can reduce him to ashes, you decide to take him under your wing. As a handsome raven-haired Frost Giant with a silver tongue, Loki will make the perfect pet... no?

A/N: This whole Oneshot is inspired by an amazing drawing by @marietta-kerdzevadze. Y’all have to check it out here! Enjoy reading, everyone!

Words: 9041 Warnings: smut, demoness!Reader, dub-con, (reluctant) sub!Loki

This story contains themes that may be offensive and/or triggering for some readers. Please be aware that this is only a piece of fiction and make sure to heed the warnings before proceeding. For more information on the topic of dark themes, please refer to my FAQ.

The screams were always louder at this time of the day. It was when all those poor and unfortunate souls who had gone astray and found themselves in the depths of Muspelheim. And not all demons were good. Some of them sure did enjoy the smell of burning flesh.

Truth be told, most demons were not evil either. On a scale from one to ten… you would consider yourself to be a solid six. At the end of the day, what greater purpose did it serve to burn trespassers alive? You only killed to make ends meet. Out of love. Out of revenge.

But either way, that did not stop you from stopping by the fire pit every now and then. It might have been a literal hellhole but quite an adventure nonetheless. You had seen it all. Kree, vampires, gods, species whose name you couldn’t even pronounce.

“Anything interesting today?” You called out. The demon in charge of the fire pit looked nothing like you. He had two long horns sticking out of his forehead, a split tongue and reddish skin that was burning hot to the touch, and his nails, long enough to make it rather difficult for him to clasp the long leash in his fists, were sharp and black.

“The usual scum,” he replied.

You, on the other hand, were the embodiment of a goddess—a demon goddess destined to control the fires of Muspelheim. You were only one of many, blessed with both immortality and beauty. Truly the only physical trait you shared with the demon before you were your bright yellow eyes that turned red whenever you used your fire powers in any way. That… and the sharp canines that resembled the fangs of a vampire.

With your head tilted, you skimmed your eyes over what had gotten caught in the fire pit. And then you saw him. The raven-haired god with the sharp jawline and cheekbones to die for. Blue eyes bore into yours, his thin lips parting. He was sweating, on his knees, breathing heavily. He was stunning.

“Who is that?” Intrigued, you pointed at him. His eyes narrowed.

“That? Keeps rambling about being a god.”

You chuckled. “I figured this much.”

“I am a god!” He bellowed. Damn. His voice was sexy. Dark, smooth, like it was able to convince you to do almost anything. “I am Loki, the rightful king of Jötunheim and I demand—“

“Loki? You are an Asgardian god? How did you end up here?”

The demon gave you an annoyed huff. “I have no time for chit-chat. Time to say goodbye, god of whatever you are.”

Loki’s eyes widened. And for a good reason too. It would be a shame to turn that pretty face to ashes.

“Wait! I want to keep this one. Do with the others as you will.”

“You’ll stop bothering me then?” The demon growled. You winked at him when he grabbed Loki’s arm and dragged him towards you. The god stood, his expression both menacing and threatening. A smirk tugged at the corners of your red lips. Three, two, one…

A dagger materialised in his hand the very moment your eyes turned bright red. You leaned back almost casually when he drew back but just before the tip of the blade could penetrate your skin you breathed out a surge of fire, melting his weapon down.

Loki let go of it just before it could singe his skin. The shocked expression on his face was priceless.

“Cute. You’re gonna be a fun pet.”

“I am no one’s pet,” he growled, making you grin.

“That’s where you’re wrong. You are my pet now.” You paused, eying him up and down. He truly was nice to look at even despite all the sweat making that raven hair stick to his skin. “So… You’re a Frost Giant then? King of Jötunheim? You’re not going to like the heat around here. It’ll be difficult to keep you cool but we’ll figure something out. Come with me. Let me show you your new home.”

Still hostile and even more reluctant, Loki, much to your surprise, indeed followed you. He was smart. He probably knew that his usual tricks wouldn’t get him very far as of right now. He was observant, biding his time. You would have to be careful with this one—but you already knew exactly how to keep him in check.

Whatever he had expected to see in your so-called home, he appeared utterly confused by his surroundings. Your domain wasn’t exactly a palace but it was yours. There was no paint on the cave-like walls, no paintings or pictures that would have made the place more homely.

You had a queen-sized bed with pitch-black velvet bedsheets, a dressing table with a mirror and a dark purple velvet chair, and a wardrobe twice your size to store your personal items and clothes. Apart from that and the lit candles in the room hanging from a chandelier on the ceiling, it must have felt incredibly impersonal to him. Well, Muspelheim was not Asgard, after all. Odin had made sure of that.

Loki strutted further into the room, clearly suspicious of what he would be met with next while you rummaged through a drawer in your wardrobe. Soon, your fingers closed around the leather collar that you had once used for the shape-shifting creature you had kept as a pet in your childhood. You smiled to yourself. The leather was enchanted, it would block magic of any kind, including Loki’s seidr.

Quickly, you moved around him, slinging the collar around his neck. He spun around fast just when you clasped the collar shut and the metal locked in place, molten together in a way he would not be able to take it off himself. Something told you this was not the first time he had gotten collared, in what way, however, you were more than anticipated to find out. He did look like the type of god who got himself into trouble, after all.

“There we go. Nice and tight.” You winked at him, clearly fuelling his anger. Fuming, he clawed at the leather, attempting to pry it off to no avail. It was a fraction of a second later he realised.

You chuckled. “You didn’t honestly think I’d let you keep your magic, now did you? See, I know I am way more powerful in this realm than you are… but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid. I’m not going to fall asleep next to you knowing that you have the strength to kill me.”

“A pathetic collar is not going to stop me from doing just that.” He spat.

“We’ll see. Now get out of those clothes. They’re dirty. And you are in desperate need of a shower.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Take your clothes off,” you repeated slowly. “Let me take a proper look at you. I’m gonna see you naked sooner or later anyway and I will get you out of these clothes. Don’t make things difficult. I’m gonna treat you nicely if you behave.”

Loki growled. It was an almost animalistic sound that sent pleasant shivers up and down your spine—and a jolt of electricity to the spot right between your legs. You decided to wait another moment for him to comply but either way, you had no desire to rip those clothes off of him. You wanted him to obey you on his own accord—because he knew what’s good for him.

“No?” You asked when he just kept staring daggers at you instead. “Very well. You can sleep on the floor then. I’m not letting you into my bed like that. I might be a demoness but I do appreciate hygiene. The washing chambers are over there. There is no cold-water but judging by the way you smell, I wouldn’t recommend that anyway.”

“Lovely. Very charming.”

“You’ll get used to it.” You smirked at him. Knowing that Loki would be unable to do any harm with that collar on, you walked past him and sat down in front of your dressing table to remove your jewellery and accessories to get more comfortable for the night. Your fisher net gloves came off first, followed by your ruby drop earrings and your snake-shaped necklace. Intimidation was key—besides, you liked looking badass.

Curious as to what your new pet would do in the meantime, you watched him pacing back and forth through the mirror. The glances he kept giving you were delicious. You’d only love to find out what was going on in that pretty head of his. Perhaps in time, he’d even grow to love you. All pets did, eventually. Asgardian gods were no different than bloodthirsty wolves if you gave them love, food and kept them warm—or cold, in his case. There was one, crucial distinction though. Loki was a man. And there was nothing that would stop you from fucking him on every possible surface of your home sooner or later.

You chuckled when eventually, he gave in and strutted into the washing chambers, albeit not undressing right before you. You wondered how soon he would realise that he had no clean clothes to put on once he had taken that shower—and that without his magic, you were the only one who could help him out.

“Good morning,” you mused. He did look adorable asleep, like a vulnerable young man who had been through way too much. You wondered just what exactly that was.

Loki had been fighting sleep for hours. Evidently, he did not feel safe enough to close his eyes around you but eventually—and perhaps after he had realised that you had let him off the hook for the day—his worn-out body won the battle and he succumbed to sleep… even if he had done so on your dressing chair. Well, that would change soon enough.

What did Frost Giants slash Asgardians eat? Muspelheim hardly offered fresh fruit or vegetables. As a demoness, your diet mainly consisted of different kinds of meat which you sometimes ate raw too and the bitter weed that grew in the heat of the fire realm that you used for salads and garnish.

You didn’t know what Loki liked, so you went to get a bit of everything Muspelheim had to offer, returning to him with a selection of bread, bilgesnipe milk and various meat spreads. Sweets on the other hand were hard to get a hold of. Perhaps you’d find some at the market.

Loki glared at you as soon as his conscious mind had reminded him of where he was, and, much more importantly, what he was now.

“I doubt it was comfortable to sleep in a towel all night. I got you some trousers.” You said, handing him the pair. It was made of leather and would compliment his strong legs… and that gorgeous behind.

Loki furrowed his brows, taking them from you hesitantly. “Just trousers?”

“You won’t need any other clothes, pet.” You winked at him. “Besides, you’ll get hot around here eventually. Especially being a Frost Giant. You should thank me for not having to sweat through all those layers of clothing you arrived with here.”

“Where are they?” He snapped. “That was fine Asgardian leather!”

“Calm down. I’ve sent them away to be cleaned outside the city. You’ll get them back… at some point. If you behave,” you added quietly. Loki glared at you once more, the hostility radiating off of him like the surging fire in the pit.

He moved to put them on, presumably wanting to lock himself in your washing chambers to do so but this time, you were faster. Your patience was growing thin and your arousal kept growing. You wanted this man, wanted to taste every fibre of his being. You’d make him want you sooner or later too. For now, you would just have to show him what life with you would hold in store for him.

Grinning wickedly, you pulled away the towel before he had a chance to react. When he tried to reach for it, you burned it before his eyes, making him breathe out angrily. With his free hand, Loki attempted to cover up his private parts and failed rather comically.

Even if its flaccid form, his member was quite impressive. A little longer than average and just the perfect girth to wrap your hands around… or your mouth… or your warm and wet walls.

You took his hand in yours when he opened his mouth to protest, moving it away to take a proper look. He truly was a god. Grabbing his collar when he attempted to lunge at you, you heated the leather just enough to give him a warning. Not hot enough to hurt him but hot enough for him to hesitate.

“Loki…” You began sternly, “I have been really patient with you. But it’s about time you start obeying me. You should be grateful, you know. I took you in, saved you from being burned alive which, I can imagine, is one of the worst fates a Frost Giant can suffer, and I have been nothing but nice to you so far. Continue with this attitude and I promise you’ll get to know a different side of me.”

“It is unwise to threaten a god, demoness.”

“It is unwise to threaten a demoness, Loki”, you countered calmly. “And I expect you to call me ‘mistress’ when we are in public. In private… I’ll let you call me by my name… if you behave.”

“You never even told me your name.” He bellowed.

Smiling weakly, you gave it to him. There was a probability it was dangerous to give him your true name—names held power, after all. But he was yours and he was not going anywhere.

“Now be a good pet,” you continued. “I just wanna see what my new toy has to offer. Please?”

Smirking, you ran your fingertips over his soft member, the velvety skin making you bite your lower lip. He responded to your touch almost instantly. Loki groaned when you repeated the motion, watching him twitch until eventually, he started growing hard.

“There we go…” You murmured. You licked your lips now, eager to see him come undone for you. In the future, you’d make him earn his pleasure, you wanted him to know his place after all but for now… for now, you were almost desperate to see what he was like when he drowned in the sensations you made him experience.

“You will regret this.” He growled, his attempts to stifle his moans failing with every single stroke of yours that now followed. Working him up, your smirk grew wider when you noticed that Loki began to buck his hips unwillingly, seeking the blissful treatment you were bestowing upon him.

“Take… your… hands… off me…” He breathed out. You chuckled.

And then, he threw his head back, giving up all that control that he so desperately held on to. Perhaps it was in the heat of the moment, his body aching for your touches, realising that you were making him feel good even if his mind was fighting it.

His lips were parted, you could see his Adam’s apple bopping when he swallowed thickly. Watching him greedily, you sped up your movements. You reached for his balls with your other hand, massaging them gently. Loki’s moans grew louder until finally, tensing up, he came.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as his orgasm rippled through him and his hard throbbing members twitched in your grip. His seed came spurting out of the tip, staining both his bare stomach and your hand. You stopped your movements for a second, careful not to overstimulate him and far too mesmerised to do anything but observe this beautiful man during one of his most intimate moments.

And then, after a few more strokes to make sure you got every last drop out of him, you drew your hand away. You resisted the urge to lick your fingers clean and taste him. Another time. Instead, you wiped them with the small hand towel on your dressing table and then handed it to him so he could do the same.

“Did that feel good?” You mused. Oh, if looks could kill. Loki positively looked like he was about to murder you… or pounce on you. One of the two. Perhaps even both at the same time. You hummed contently. He would get the opportunity to do the latter soon enough.

“You can get dressed now… if you like.” You winked. “I brought you breakfast. I’m not sure what you normally like to eat so I brought a bit of everything.” Genuine surprise flew across his face when he noticed the jute bag full of food but only a fraction of a second later, his hostile demeanour returned.

“Well I’m not hungry”, he snapped.

Your expression faltered. There was something about the hatred in his voice that made your heart clench.

You cleared your throat, scaring the odd feeling in your chest away and motioned for him to follow you. “You might change your mind at the market?”

Right before he could step through the door, however, you stopped him and reached for the silver chain you had brought with you this morning. A silver chain that came with a hook on one end. A leash.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I can’t have you running away, now can I?”

“Know this. Once I have found a way to free myself, I will make you wish you had never been born.”

You knew better than to wait for Loki to move back and make things difficult for himself. With but a quick motion, you attached the leash to his collar and then eyed him up and down. He looked outrageously hot. Barefoot, with those tight leather trousers and shirtless, his raven hair falling over his shoulders and complimenting his pale skin, the leather colour around his neck, attached to the silver chain in your hands… and those reddened cheeks that were still flushed from his orgasm.

“Let’s go.”

You could tell he was about to protest once more, so you took the decision from him—this time. He would have to keep up with you anyway.

The building you dragged him through resembled an underground castle more than a place for demons and other humanoid creatures to live in. It wasn’t renovated or painted—instead, there were carved walls and a dirty ground, torches lighting the way and casting eerie shadows.

So when you stepped out into the light, Loki squinted. You smirked. Muspelheim’s sunlight was a little different from Asgard’s for sure. It was reddish more than anything—drowning everything in an orange hue. It was what you would consider a beautiful warm day. And it was hot. Hotter than what your new pet was probably used to.

The further you took him, the more Loki began to pant quietly. Another five minutes passed until he was covered in his own sweat. Stopping dead in your tracks, you eyed him up and down, concern washing over you. Well, you hadn’t expected him to succumb to the heat this fast.

“Are you okay?”

“You are walking me on a leash like a dog, half-naked,” he spat with narrowed eyes, “What do you think?”

“I meant the heat, Loki,” you replied warningly, “I don’t want you to faint on me.”

“As if you care.”

“Believe it or not, I do.” And that was the truth. You liked the hostile God of Mischief and all of his snarky comments—even if you wished he would trust you enough to know you wanted to keep him safe here.

“Come on. The market is that way. The merchants have awnings, you can recover from the sun underneath.”

You pulled at the leash when he refused to move, dragging him forward. You had to admit, it was both empowering and arousing to watch him in this compromising position.

The first couple of merchants sold things you didn’t really need. There were tools and other trinkets for home building, things that served no purpose if you didn’t have the intention to melt them all down to make your own stuff out of them.

You were much more interested in the food and the foreign artefacts. There was one seller in particular who always found the rarest things around Muspelheim—and he passed them on to others, in exchange for the right price.

Excited, you stopped in front of his stall, curious as to what he had on offer today. He greeted you briefly, avoiding exchanging more than a few necessary words with you. You sighed. They were all the same.

“Who is that then?” He suddenly asked, pointing at the man you had on the leash.

“That?” You grinned. “My new pet. His name is Loki.”

The merchant raised his eyebrows. “Nice to meet you, Loki. Got lucky, huh?”

“Lucky?” He repeated incredulously, yanking at the leash, almost costing you your balance.

“You would be dead by now if she hadn’t picked you up from the pit.” Loki frowned. But when he sought out your glance, you avoided him and instead pretended to be interested in the little snow globe on the table.

The God of Mischief turned away. A few moments of silence followed.

“Where did you get that?” You suddenly heard him say. “That book is from Asgard’s Royal Library.” He pointed at the book, a reproachful tone playing in his voice. You raised your eyebrows, curious to know what had caught his attention. It was an old book with a few ripped pages and a battered spine.

“You’d be surprised about how many things end up in this realm.”

Loki picked it up, studying the back of it briefly. Whatever it was, his eyes lit up like those of a kid setting eyes on a Yule tree for the first time.

You smiled. “Do you want it?”

Loki snapped his head in your direction, quite possibly looking for the catch. When he didn’t respond and merely stared at you, you sighed, retrieving the satchel on your left thigh.

“How much?”

“Ten gold pieces.”

“Ten? Are you having a laugh? Five!”

“Seven!” The merchant retorted. You rolled your eyes.

“Six. And you’ll also give me that lovely green bookmark over there.” You had noticed it before already—and you had a feeling Loki would like it. Besides, it would come in handy once he had that book in his possession.

“Fine,” he spat when you handed him the money. “Bloody outcasts…”

“I’d be careful if I were you. Have you not heard the rumours of me walking through walls? Would be a shame if I had to come visit you at night to slit your throat.”

The merchant turned pale. You glared at him, turning on your heel and tearing Loki with you, away from the stall.

Even though the days were short on Muspelheim at this time of the year, you knew you should head back home soon if you didn’t want Loki to suffer from a heatstroke even if he looked adorable with those flushed cheeks.

You had been showing him around the realm for hours, stopping for lunch and a break at the only cool water fountain there was. Loki had not missed a single opportunity to mock you and insult your intentions—but he had been grateful for the water.

Back in your living place, you took the leash off him, allowing him to roam the cave-like room freely. You could tell he was tired though. The heat had worn him out—it would take him a lot longer to get used to the temperatures in this hot realm. You would have to think of a solution. Perhaps you could even get him some ice. It was expensive, of course. In a world of fire like this, ice was a rarity and incredibly hard to source, sustain or even get hold of.

“You like to read and evidently, you like the taste of chocolate”, you started. “How is beyond my understanding, that sweet stuff is disgusting but you do. Tell me more about you, Loki. What was it like to grow up on Asgard?”

“It was dull and disappointing. Outsiders are not exactly welcome in this realm.” He responded. You raised your eyebrows. Was he referring to himself? He was a prince. Son of the mighty Odin. You didn’t like the bearded Allfather but at least he kept the nine realms in check.

“I am going to get washed,” he announced then, disappearing into the washing chambers. You considered joining him for a moment but, given the attitude he still met you with, perhaps you should take things slowly.

In any case, he had enjoyed how you had played with him today even if you were very well aware that he would never admit it. And his reactions… so very sweet. He looked adorable when he fought to remain in control only to give in eventually once he had realised that it was pointless to resist, pointless to struggle… that you had only wanted to make him feel good.

The time would come when you would ask for something in return. First, you had to make him grow used to you though—just like a real pet.

“You could at least make it comfortable,” he complained when he stepped out of the washing chambers again, all the sweat from the day washed off of his body. Today, he didn’t hesitate. Almost superciliously, he strutted towards the bed and made himself comfortable. Granted, you had been occupying the dressing table, still, you were quite surprised that he had given up the protest about his sleeping situation so soon.

“It’s a leather collar, it should be comfortable. Why? Is it irritating your skin?” Frowning, stood and joined him on the bed, leaning in closer to inspect his throat. Your fingers ghosted over the soft material.

“Now don’t act like you care.”

Your gaze softened. “Loki… you’re my pet. Of course I care.”

“I’m not your pet,” he growled.

“The longer you are in denial, the harder you are making this for yourself.”

Loki shot you a menacing look. For a second, it was utterly still.

“Why did he call you an outcast? The merchant?” He suddenly asked then.

You looked away from him, avoiding his curious glance. “None of your business, that’s why.” You paused. “Let me put some cream on.”

You took a deep breath before climbing out of the bed to retrieve the medicine. Much to your surprise, Loki stayed put. You sat back down on him, leaning forward and screwing off the metal lid.

The cream was cool, it would soothe his skin overnight. Loki was watching your every move like a hawk—but he didn’t object.

“Better?” You asked once you were finished.

When he nodded, you smiled triumphantly. You set the cream aside, blew out the candle on your bedside table to drown you both in complete darkness and cuddled up to him. You could practically feel him tense up but when he realised that you were just getting comfortable to sleep—and, evidently, would use him as a pillow—he actually began to relax.

You smiled. Perhaps there was hope he’d come to enjoy his new life with you after all.

Loki was still asleep when you woke up the next day. And even in his sleep, he didn’t quite seem to be able to shake off his constant unease and vigilance. You did not doubt for a second that if you were to attack him, he would strike back in an instant—and you were sure he was aware of that too.

Careful, as to not wake him, you crawled out of bed and disappeared into your washing chambers to run yourself a nice hot bath. It was lovely… knowing that there was someone outside of the room, someone you could say “Good Morning” to. Smiling to yourself, you climbed into the stone tub once it had filled up—it was almost boiling, the perfect temperature for you, and sank back into the soothing warmth enveloping you.

Loki was without a doubt one of the most fascinating beings you had ever encountered. And now he was yours… all yours. With a sigh, you slid your hand between your legs, closing your eyes and picturing his face when he had come undone for you on your dressing chair. You recalled how hard and soft at the very same time his velvety skin had felt when you had jerked him off, remembered his heavy breathing and those delicious sounds he had made.

Your middle finger circled your clit, working yourself up until you grew wet. It was then you heard movement outside the washing chambers, sheets ruffling and then, footsteps nearing you.

Your face did not move a muscle when Loki stepped inside, his blue eyes instantly taking in your naked from submerged in the water. You had had to force yourself to move your hand away from your aroused cunt.

“Sleep well?” You asked, the corners of your mouth twitching. Loki did not answer. Instead, he strutted further into the room as if he owned the place, swallowing thickly the longer he blatantly stared at your exposed body.

“Would you like to join me? I’ll make sure to cool the water down so it’s comfortable for you?” You offered.

Loki scoffed in response. “No.” Instead, he opened up the heavy metal tab and began to wash his face. You chuckled. He sure was resisting his own pleasure. Unfazed, you stood in the tub. The warm air around you dried your skin almost immediately.

“Would you mind handing me a towel, pet?” You asked when he stood straight, noticing your change of position. He took a deep and sharp breath in, his eyes taking in every single inch of you… there was lust sparkling in them.

And then, much to your surprise, he did what you had asked him to do.

“Thank you. “ You gave him a genuine smile. “I was gonna go on a quest today to find you some ice. There’s got to be some way to keep it from melting.”

“I could make sure of it if I had my magic back.”

“Nice try, Trickster. But that’s not happening any time soon.” Drying yourself off, you stepped out of the tub. Loki did not move an inch out of the way.

“So?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “Did you sleep well?”

Unceremoniously, you let the towel drop, eyes locked with his. Loki swallowed once more, apparently determined to win the stare-down contest.

“I preferred the bed over the chair,” he finally said, making you smile.

“Hmm…” You took a step closer, cupping him. He breathed out, lips parted in a way there was no doubt he was anticipating whatever you’d do next.

“I want you to sleep with me, Loki. Let me fuck you.” You purred. Loki tensed up, his cock twitching against your palm. You grinned. Oh, he liked the dirty talk? You would give him dirty talk.

“I know you enjoyed what I did to you. The way I made you feel. You know what I am capable of and I have seen the way you look at my naked body. There is a part of you that wants this… that wants me. Don’t you want to feel it? My cunt clenching around your cock while you’re buried deep inside of me, milking you? Let me fuck you, Loki… please…” You repeated. You almost, almost, sounded innocent.

Loki was breathing heavily at this point, making you chuckle. As much as he resisted, it was surprisingly easy to get him all worked up. The sexual tension was tangible. Physically, you were more than just compatible and both his and your nature were urging you both on to act on the growing arousal between you.

Finally, you closed the remaining distance between you two and wrapped your hands around his neck to pull him close. Your lips came crashing down on his, luring him into a seductive kiss. It was the moment he reciprocated, moaning into your mouth, that you knew you had won.

Loki stood there almost paralysed when you began to tease his lower lip with your tongue, demanding entrance. His hands came up to take a hold of your naked waist when you deepened the kiss with your eyes closed, bathing in how the God of Mischief made you feel.

“Bed…” You breathed out against his lips, burying your hands in his hair and, not once breaking the kiss, dragged him back to bed where you pushed him back so you could crawl on top of him, straddling him.

The leather collar around his neck made you wanna pounce on him all the while he was looking up at you with those blue eyes full of longing and desire. He was covered in sweat already—you knew it was due to the warmth in this realm and yet, you’d take a wild guess he was feeling hot for entirely different reasons right now.

Grinning down at him almost devilishly, you moved your palms all over his exposed chest, feeling his muscles dance underneath your touch. You undid his trousers once you reached the hem of the fabric, slowly pulling them down just enough to reveal his hardening length.

He twitched when your fingertips brushed against him, only this time he would feel a lot more than just the skin of your palms.

You hummed at him, stroking him gently a couple of times. You were soaked—both from your solo fun in the bathtub earlier as well as the pending promise of getting to make this man underneath you yours.

Once he was hard and your fingers were coated with his precum, you grabbed a hold of his wrist and held them down to the sides of his head. He could break free, of course—you were not going to underestimate his physical strength—as for right now, however, he didn’t quite seem to want to get away from you; and that filled you with even more lust.

You kissed him again, almost devouring him on the spot all the while your slick lips kept brushing against his hard length. You were careful, yet impatient at the same time when you sat down on him slowly, impaling yourself on his cock until you had him sheathed deep inside of you.

It was like your bodies were made for one another. Moaning, you broke the kiss and threw your head back, enjoying the feeling of being joined with him before you started riding him like there was no tomorrow. There was no room for tenderness, no room for taking things slow.

You wanted Loki so much it almost physically hurt. This was savage, ruthless fucking, taking pleasure from your pet and rewarding him by returning the favour. Meanwhile, Loki’s gaze was fixed on your bouncing breasts. His pleasured grunts turned you on even more as you watched his hands curling into fists and when his eyes met yours, something inside both of you snapped.

This was right. This was unlike any sexual experience you had had before this. Circling your hips, you kept fucking him hard, right until the first whispers left his gorgeous lips. He was begging.

“Yes… please… don’t stop… don’t… stop…”

You had absolutely no intention of doing so and you could tell he was getting close fast—but so were you. Being on top and in utter control, you knew exactly how to angle yourself to have his cock hit all the right pleasure spots. But, before you were going to give him his release, you wanted more.

“Touch me, Loki…” You let go of his hands, not thinking twice about him obeying you just this once. And he did. Loki appeared to be almost in a trance when he reached out for one of your breasts, kneading it diligently. You whimpered when his thumb began playing with your nipple, his free hand sneaking down to where your bodies were joined to seek out your clit.

Of course he knew exactly what brought a woman the most pleasure down there. Who knew how many women he had brought joy before you but that did not matter anymore—he was all yours now.

Urging him on, your moans grew louder the more he massaged your sensitive bundle of nerves, figuring out quickly what you enjoyed. The closer you tumbled towards your orgasm, the louder Loki was panting, close to finding his own release.

“Don’t you… dare… cum before me…” You breathed out. By now, he was thrusting up to meet your frantic fucking, eager for the pleasure sparking between you to reach its peak.

“Oh… yes, don’t stop… please… Loki… don’t stop! I’m gonna… oh… shit…” You fell. Into the abyss, into utter darkness and light both at the same time. Your climax held you in its steel grip, making you clench around Loki’s cock, milking him for all he was worth. You kept riding him nonetheless, almost desperate to reward him for his obedience. Moving his hand away from your clit, you intertwined your fingers with his, leaning over him and looking him deeply in the eye.

“Cum for me, Loki…” You whispered, hungry to see him come undone for you again. Loki obeyed for the second time today. He closed his eyes, pressing his head into the pillow and exposing his collared neck to you as he came, his cock twitching against your walls, filling you up with his seed.

With but a couple more thrusts, you allowed him to ride out his orgasm and then collapsed on top of him, using his chest as a pillow and listening to his rapid heartbeat.

The next couple of days were filled with surprisingly pleasant silence, sex, getting used to one another’s presence and more sex. Loki was now… less hostile towards you, even though that did not stop him from making snarky remarks and as usual, making things difficult for himself. But whenever the two of you made passionate love, he was putty in your hands, eager to please you and desperate to find relief.

You had managed to elicit a few more details about himself even though for the most part, your pet was still a mystery to you. You decided it would add to the thrill. You quite liked his mischief and his spirit. There was, however, part of you, that longed for him to trust you fully, to acknowledge you were going to care for him. At times, Loki still looked at you like you were going to stab him in the back one day.

What was a lot more concerning, however, was how quickly he heated up every day. Drenched in sweat, he’d return to your home exhausted and panting—he just refused to admit it, still looking for a way out.

You had spoken to some demons at the market and one of you had guaranteed to find you ice that could be jinxed with seidr by a powerful witch from Anaheim so it would not melt in the heat of Muspelheim.

Loki only glared at you when you attached the leash to his collar and led him outside after the demon had contacted you again. You made sure that your pet could stand in the shade, protected from the sun.

“Thirty-thousand,” the demon said. “Ten-thousand as a deposit now so I know you can pay me in full.”

You almost choked. “Thirty-thousand? Have you lost your mind?” Hesitating, you took a glance at Loki who was already a sweating mess again. No. There was no way you could let him suffer like this day in and out. You sighed.

“Fine. But if you are screwing me over, I will make you wish you had never been born, is that understood? I expect this spell to work and to get quality wares for this price.” You snapped. You could practically feel Loki frown at you.

“It’s not melted yet, has it?” The demon nodded and when he turned away to move the handcart towards you, you pulled out the highest number of gold coins you had ever spent out of your satchel. This was your savings, almost all of it. The remaining twenty-thousand you would have to find a different solution for.

“You are hardly rich. This is a ridiculous amount of gold to spend on something as simple as ice,” Loki said matter-of-factly. You sighed once more, paying the demon and gently tugging at Loki’s leash so he’d follow you.

“I know. But this is Muspelheim. I am glad they could locate a witch to cast a spell over it in the first place. And if that’s the price I’ll have to pay to keep you cool and comfortable, I will do so.”

Loki’s frown deepened.

“Help me with the cart, will you? It’s heavy.” Too stunned to speak, so it seemed, Loki nodded and started pulling it along with him, returning to your living quarters.

Once you were back, you shivered when you touched the ice with your bare hands. “Such a fine line between life and death,” you said, chuckling. Loki said nothing in response, instead simply sat down on the pile and let out a breath of relief.

“Will you be fine with this?”

“It will keep me alive.” Your heart clenched. He could have said “Thank you” at least.

“You’re welcome, pet. But I’m afraid the ice will have to stay out of bed. The cold doesn’t favour my body just like the heat doesn’t favour yours.”

“It would make for a fair exchange.” He mocked.

As if to make a point, you took off your shirt, embracing the warmth and revealing your naked chest to him. His eyes darkened.

“It’s getting late. Help yourself to some bread and meat.” You sighed. “I’m getting ready for bed.”

Loki’s gaze, however, was still fixed on you, making you smirk. “Unless you’re hungry for something else?”

Biting your lower lip, you watched him swallow and reached for the leash to pull him close to you. His skin was cold from sitting on the ice, yet it seemed for the moment he was more than just willing to part with it for a little while.

Still smirking, you pushed him down on the bed, ignoring his mumbled protests. Your skirt came in handy today, especially because there was no need for underwear in a warm realm with no winds. You climbed atop of him, hovering your cunt right above his face.

Your dominant glance was all you needed to communicate to him what you wanted. And with Loki glancing at your pussy hungrily and licking his lips, your felt yourself growing wet already.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,” he hissed.

“Yes what?”

Loki growled. “Yes… mistress.” He added reluctantly.

Smiling triumphantly, you sat down on his face, letting his tongue dart out to taste you. His lips felt like Valhalla on you, even more so when he wrapped them around your clit and started suckling on it. He ate you out like you were his last meal, like you were the best thing he had ever tasted in his whole life. Perhaps you were. Perhaps he was quite fond of you after all. During sex, it sure did feel like it.

Rocking your hips to create more friction, you buried your fingers in his raven hair, urging him on. Loki fucked you with his tongue, pampered your sensitive nub, lapped up your juices thirstily. He had you on the brink of orgasm in no time.

Digging his fingers into your butt cheeks, he almost appeared in a frenzy—so much that when you wanted to lift yourself up to let him breathe properly for a moment, he held you down like a starved vampire.

Loki moaned when you came on his tongue, drinking you up eagerly. Pleasure washed over you like liquid fire, numbing your senses, your cunt pulsing against his mouth. Loki made sure to swallow every drop of arousal you offered him, helping you ride out the wave of lust until it had faded away entirely.

It was only then he allowed you to get off his face so you came to sit on his lap. You pulled him into a sitting position, right into your arms. Your gaze was so full of love for him that there was no way in the nine realms he did not realise how you felt towards him.

“Your turn,” you then said with a wink. Loki leaned back again and, for the first time since you had taken him in, smirked at you. It was an invitation, a challenge. And you were not going to miss out on it.

Returning his smirk, you moved down to remove his trousers when suddenly, there was a blood-curling scream right outside your living quarters. Alarmed, you jumped up.

“What was that?” Loki asked.

You shook your head. “I have no idea. Stay here.”

Not caring about your nakedness, you made your way over to the entrance and peeked outside. Chaos. Utter chaos. Fire, smoke—more than usual—and high-ranked demons running amok with machetes and swords in hand, sliding other demons’ throats. Your eyes widened.

You had never seen such high-ranked demons around this part of Muspelheim before. Not since…

Breathing in sharply, you stopped one of the demons you regularly bought goods from at the market.

“What are they doing here? What is happening?”

“They’re cleansing the realm from lower life forms. You’ll be among the first, outcast.” You tensed up, flinching when you felt Loki’s presence behind you.

“I told you to stay where you are,” you hissed. Stomping past him, you got dressed and then frantically looked around your place. Your most meaningful belongings would have to do. For now, you had to flee. Quickly, you started packing. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…

“You are not a demon…” You suddenly heard someone say through gritted teeth.

“I can assure you I am much more powerful than a mere demon,” Loki responded threateningly.

“Loki, no!”

“Oh, I am certain you will burn all the faster then. How powerful can you be if you’re kept on a leash like a dog?”

Dropping your bag, you sprinted towards him just when the demon conjured up a wave of flames. Loki covered his face, stumbling back and dropping to the ground.

“Loki!” Panicked, you rushed over to him. Much to your relief, once the fire dissolved into thin air, he appeared unharmed for the most part—that was until you saw his forearms were burnt badly. And it was not the only damage the demon had done.

Loki’s collar had come off. Your lips parted. Now he would leave you too. And if he was anything like what you expected him to be, he would take revenge and kill you before those high-ranked demons got a chance to do so. But at least he had his seidr back and would make it out of here alive.

“Outcast…” The demon spat when he spotted you. Weapon drawn, he approached you with fast steps, ready to slit your throat. You ducked away, escaping the blade by mere inches and bumping into Loki who was already on his feet again. But before you could fight back and attempt murder yourself, the God of Mischief wrapped his arms around your middle and turned you both around.

Next thing you knew, you were tossed through a portal shimmering in different shades of green. Ice cold air enveloped you, the both of you hitting the hard ground. It took you a moment to realise that you had landed in the snow.

Panicking, you stood back up, brushing the snow from your body. The sudden change of temperature came like a shock to your body. Shaking like leaves in the wind, you looked around. You were not on Muspelheim anymore. This… this was a realm of ice.

“W-where are we? Did you bring us here?”

Loki was entirely unfazed by the cold. He nodded. “This is Jötunheim.”

“Jötunheim? I will be dead before sunrise!”

“It is in fact daytime,” he mocked, watching you panic before him. “I’d expect a little more gratitude,” he said then. “I just saved your life.”

You clenched your fists. “Gratitude? I could have killed him, Loki, you were the one who was useless before he melted off your collar.”

“And who put the collar on me?” He snapped, his loud voice echoing through the cold air. Daggers materialised in his hands, not because he meant to attack you but to intimidate you. You scoffed. You knew it was stupid of you to use your powers now that you were in a realm of ice, for you would need them to stay warm for as long as possible—but this was to prove a point.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you breathed out a surge of fire. This time, however, Loki didn’t even flinch away. He smirked when you realised that his weapons were still intact.

“Heat resistant blade. I am not making the same mistake twice.” He had barely spoken the words in full before he backed you up against the bottom of a cliff, pressing you against the frozen rock.

“Oh, how the tables have turned, no?” Loki chuckled, grabbing a hold of your chin to force you to look up at him. You swallowed thickly.

“You’ll leave me out here to die now,” you concluded bitterly. Much to your surprise, however, Loki frowned at you.

“I will do no such thing. In the end, I suppose you did keep me alive in his hellhole. Letting you keep your life in return would only be just. And I have grown to enjoy the physical aspect of our little… arrangement.” Loki chuckled when you didn’t know how to respond. “You did not truly think you could make me your pet, now did you, demoness? In fact…” He grinned. “It appears you are my pet now.”

You shivered. Whether it was from the cold or Loki’s threat… or promise… you were unsure.

“The higher-ranked demons tried to kill you. Why?” He asked then, tilting his head. “They kept calling you an outcast.”

You sighed, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm. There was no point keeping it from him anymore now.

“Because I didn’t conform to the rules of the society those demons have created centuries back. I don’t want to be a pet to a higher-ranked demon, a brainless wife who spends her days pleasing her husband… or work myself to death for them. My reputation sank until no other demon wanted anything to do with me anymore. When the council gave me one last chance by offering me a place in a harem for a council member, I refused and I was cast out. According to the greater population of Muspelheim, I no longer belong to society.” You paused, glaring at him. “Are you happy now?”

“So you decided to enslave others yourself? By keeping me? You have no idea what I am capable of, pet. I warned you back then. I warned you not to get on my bad side and yet here we are now.”

“I didn’t seem to be on your bad side only an hour ago, with my cunt on your face.” You spat.

Loki’s expression darkened, his entire demeanour changing.

“Kneel.” He demanded.

Your heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“Kneel before me.” His tone allowed for no contradiction and strangely… you found yourself compelled to do as you were told. You were at his mercy now. He was right. The tables had turned and he now held your life in his hands.

Angry at yourself because of the tears forming in your eyes, you sank to the cold ground, your knees burning as soon as the ice came in contact with your bare skin.

“I treated you well,” you pressed out. “When we slept together I believed you don’t despise me as much as you pretended you do.”

“I don’t.” Surprised, you looked up at him.

“I felt lonely. When I saw you… in the pit… it was almost like I found a missing puzzle piece. I was enamoured with you, p-… Loki. I will not apologise for making you mine.”

“You did make me yours,” he whispered in response. You frowned. W-what? “I told you I quite enjoyed the physical aspect of your idiotic demonstration of power over me.”

“Don’t make it out like I’m weak!” You hadn’t imagined it then. Loki did feel something for you, regardless of whether that was purely physical or… or more.

“You are weak here, pet. This is my birth realm. You are a helpless little demoness who should be begging me to take care of her.” Loki paused, struggling with himself. “In any case… I would like to uphold that part of our arrangement. Only now the roles are reversed. As it should be.”

A sob escaped your lips. The cold was beginning to take a toll on you, clawing at you. It felt like the icy air was attempting to scrape your skin right off of you, tearing you further to the cold ground. And then, suddenly… peace. No pain, no discomfort… only the unbearable cold.

“W-what…”

“I cast a spell that will keep you warm enough to keep you from perishing in this realm. Come on now. We need to find shelter. It’s a long journey to the palace.”

“Palace?” You were still processing his words. A spell… he was keeping you warm, keeping you from dying… you bit your lower lip.

“Oh, have you forgotten?” Loki smirked mischievously. “I am the rightful king of Jötunheim. And you, my pet, will come to enjoy your new life here. Sooner or later.”

You gasped for air when a presumably heat-resistant collar materialised around your neck, attached to a leash whose other end he was holding.

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