#jotun loki smut

[clandestineloki]

Cold Flower (NSFW)

A/N: My public apology for going dormant on Tumblr for nearly 5 months.

tw: jotun!loki dom!loki, sub!cottagegirl!reader, loki’s cock is big but his size kink is bigger, corruption kink, praise kink, manhandling but very cutely if i may say!!, unrealistically fast paced because loki is horny ) >:D

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The grass tickles your ankles as you step through the bushes, careful not to step on any pretty flowers in your path.

Sunset is nearing, and you've only gotten so much as a few ferns. But you don't mind. The forest will bloom when it wants to, and even if you haven't collected any flowers for your work you're having a wonderful time looking around at all the birds and the deer and the butterflies and nature; just getting away from the busy life in the village is enough of a treat.

Stepping through a clear patch, you look around for any deer traps. What deer traps? The ones that have hidden nets that burst out from the ground like flytraps and scoop up any poor being that just happened to be there, leaving them trapped up in the air by a rope tied to a tree.

Now that you think of it, a clear patch in the middle of the forest means one thing: a deer trap has been set off already.

Right above where you stand.

Realizing the danger of being anywhere near a threatened or harmed deer, you’re ready to bolt out of the woods when you look up, and see a net that’s filled with leaves, branches, and stray grass reeds.

And dangling out of the net is a leg— a leg that looks less like a deer’s… and more of a person’s.

You gasp in horror. Someone’s caught in it!

Running around the tree, you find the rope suspending the trap buried in the ground. You rummage for your shears and hastily cut it, grabbing the rope to pull it down with your weight and let the trap sink to the ground slowly.

When it does, you run over, cutting away as much of the net as you can, digging through the leaves until you reach someone covered in an enormous fur cape.

You gingerly pull it back, and stare in awe.

It’s a man, with dark hair and sharp features, no doubt very handsome despite the scratches and cuts he’s sustained. The linen top he’s wearing is littered with twigs.

Softly, you brush away the twigs when you touch his wrist and freeze.

And quite literally, because his skin is as cold as ice.

Almost as if he were a corpse.

“Sir! Sir! Please wake up!”

When Prince Loki’s eyes open and adjust to the glare of the sun— and the silhouette blocking it out— his breath hitches.

Is this Valhalla? Am I… dead?

Surely, he must be. For above him kneels the most beautiful girl, almost shimmering in the golden light, it’s definite that you’re an angel.

“Hello? Sir? Can you hear me?”

An even lovelier voice for a radiant woman. He nods, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank goodness!” You lean forward, brushing away twigs from his face and cloak. “I thought you had died! I hate those deer traps, they’re dangerous and they're so hard to see! It almost killed you! Are you alright?”

“Yes- Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”

It’s as if he spoke without thinking, eager to hear more from your pretty lips. You catch your breath, kneeling back down, and he sits up to get a better look at the captivating face of his savior.

“How long have you been up there?”

Loki brushes his hand against his cheek. “I'm not quite sure- ah-”

He hisses when his fingers graze a wound on his temple, and he retracts his hand to find a few specks of scarlet.

“Probably not long, I'm still bleeding,” he shows you his hand, and you gasp.

“Oh, no,” you take a closer look at his face. “My house isn't far from here, I can help you clean up and get some rest. You must be exhausted. Are you alright with some porridge and biscuits? They're all I have the ingredients for and the farmers’ market is a bit far so I'm sorry if...”

Loki honestly can’t concentrate on what you're saying. He nods along, but he's rather focused on you.

As he tags along behind you as you retrace your steps to your home, Loki whispers a thanks to whatever Gods led him to be graced by your beauty in this moment, regardless of the circumstance. He had just been hunting for sport, unaware of the trap that had pulled him up into the tree so suddenly and rendered him unconscious.

Now, he's found something— no, someone— better; a much more rewarding, delicious little prey.

“I just realized I haven't introduced myself."

Loki looks up just as you say your name, timidly holding out your hand. He takes it after a moment.

“Loki,” he replies, once he finds it in himself to speak.

“Like the prince?"

He recoils a bit in surprise. “Yes- Yes, like the prince. Uh-"

“How are you feeling?" you ask, dabbing the cloth lightly against his wrist.

“They don't hurt if I don't move."

“Okay. Let me know if it does.”

Loki nods, watching you silently tend to his wounds, before he hisses softly.

You flinch, pulling away. “Oh, I'm sorry-"

“You really don't know who I am?” Loki asks.

A second passes as you look down at him, brows furrowing as you sit down next to him on your bed.

“I can't recall. Sorry, have you ordered flowers from me before?"

“You run a flower shop?”

“Yes, that's why I was in the woods. I was looking for fresh flowers and came across you up in that trap.” You tilt your head. “What were you doing in the forest, anyway?"

“I was... hunting for deer, and the last thing I remember is hearing something above me snap.”

“Hunting… Is that what you do for a living?”

“Well, no. My brother and I do it for sport."

“Oh."

Loki stares at you blankly. “My brother, Prince Thor."

You nod.

Loki chuckles. Your pretty little head hasn't registered it.

He leans in close, brushing his lips against your ear, and whispers very slowly:

“I'm Prince Loki."

And the reaction he gets is the cutest. Your lips part as your eyes widen, to which he grins.

But he doesn't expect you to fling yourself off the side of the bed and onto the ground, bowing down to him.

“Your Highness!” you squeak. “I'm so sorry, I didn't know!! I-”

“Darling, please," he chuckles, shaking his head. “That isn't necessary-"

“I'm so sorry, I'll get some tea, do you want anything from the market? Please, allow me-”

Loki bends down, lifting you off the floor in a princess carry and sets you down on the bed.

“Please, don’t stress yourself. You saved my life.”

He takes your hand, kissing it softly as he smiles up at you.

“Thank you, pretty angel.”

Your eyes widen as you stutter out tiny breaths. Norns, aren’t you the most adorable?

“I don’t think you believe me.” He stands up, pretending to be offended by your silence.

“No!” you cry . “I mean- I do believe you! It’s just- I was surprised, I didn’t think-”

“Didn’t think what? A prince would just be out in the woods for no reason?” He laughs, leaning down to you. Before you can respond, he chuckles again. “That’s alright,” he steps back, “you just need a little… evidence.”

Loki closes his eyes, and lets himself shift into his true form: blue skin, dark green patterns across his biceps. He hears the tiniest gasp of amazement from you as the magic also heals his wounds and cuts (and hopes that he’ll hear more of those cute noises very soon).

When he’s done transforming, he opens his eyes and stares down at you.

Dear Norns.

He knew he was already taller than you in human form, but this was just delightful. You’re much tinier than him, staring up at his stature with those wide doe eyes of yours.

“You are-” you blink a few times in shock. “You are the Jotun prince.”

He smiles even wider. “That’s right.”

“And… I… just saved the Jotun prince.”

He starts laughing, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Clever girl.” He knows he’s downright cruel, teasing you just because you’re so cute. “And do you want anything in return for ‘saving the Jotun prince’?”

“Well, I don’t know-”

Loki walks closer to you, and stands between your legs as he drops his cloak to the floor and leans down, drawling his next words very slowly.

“You deserve something… special. Something downright… pleasurable as a reward for saving my life. Something that you’ll remember for the rest of yours.”

He chuckles darkly when your breath hitches in realization.

He wants to make love to you.

“What?”

He pushes you down on the bed, trapping you in with his large body as he takes your wrists in one of his hands.

“You’ll feel undeniable bliss. I’ll take you over and over and over again until I’m sure you’re truly satisfied, because you’re such a sweet little angel saving my life and cleaning me up and looking so fuckable.”

You mewl, no doubt keening from his dirty words. He cups your chin.

“All you have to do is say yes. You don’t even have to do anything~”

His thumb brushes over your quivering lips, and push into your mouth. Loki grins as you look up at him, nodding slowly.

“Use your words, angel,” he teases, pulling his thumb away from your mouth.

It takes you a few moments to catch your breath. “Okay…”

He wanted to make you beg. He wanted you to say please, please fuck me so he could flip you over like you weighed nothing and take you over and over again like you’d asked but the way you whimpered withered away the last of his patience.

He had to make you his.

Loki captured you into a passionate kiss, muffling every last sound your pretty lips made so that only he could hear. He pulled away only to push you down on the sheets again, forcing his tongue into your mouth as you twitch in his hold, unable to comprehend how dizzy you are from just a kiss.

The two of you pull away for air as his dark green irises watches your eyes glaze over with submission. He grins, unbuttoning his white button-up and tosses it elsewhere.

He grins as you stare at his chest. Your tiny hands reach for him, tracing over the markings and patterns.

Loki hisses, taking your hands in one of his. You whimper as he stares down at you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, “Did that hurt?”

“No, no.” His voice softens as he leans in, kissing your nose gently, his other hand pushing your dress up your thighs. He kisses your cheek, then presses his lips against your ear. You shiver at his ice-cold breath.

“It doesn’t, angel. It’s just that if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to resist flipping you over and pounding you into the sheets until you’re dripping with my cum and you can’t think.”

He pushes his knee against your crotch, making you squeak like a pathetic little mouse. Loki grins.

“I will be doing that, mind you,” he teases. “But I simply have to get a taste of your pretty juices first~”

Your skirt bunches up against your twitching hips as Loki stares down at your dripping cunt.

“Oh," Loki chuckles. “You're already wet for me, angel, isn't that adorable~?"

You mewl, bashfully covering your face as he grins at your embarrassment.

“Stop teasing..."

Loki shakes his head, pouting in mockery. “Only if you stop being so cute when you're flustered. But until then…”

He places his hands on your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he lowers his face to your mound.

“... I'll enjoy fucking you until you submit to me.”

Your eyes widen as he licks your folds very slowly, and you whine shakily.

“Prince Loki..."

Loki grins, kissing your pretty cunt wetly and pushing his tongue into your dripping hole. And your helpless whimper of pleasure as he devours your pretty pussy whole is the cutest and most captivating noise he's ever heard.

He draws it out of you again, and again, and again, drinking every bit of your slick, even if poor little you are just getting wetter and wetter.

You're panting now, and Loki is equally as short of breath, only ever breaking away from you to watch your pretty face scrunch up so cutely. Loki licks his lips, nibbling on your thighs and making you squeak and tremble in his icy grip.

“You're such an adorable little angel," Loki grumbles. "Makes me want to eat you up like a little mouse, hmm?”

He holds you down firmly as your moans tickle his ears. The way your little hole squeezes around nothing is just so cute, he just has to stuff you full after he makes you come far too many times than you can handle.

“Aww,” Loki chuckles as you whimper breathily, thighs thumping helplessly against the bed. “Little angel can’t take it anymore?”

He brushes a blue finger against your dripping folds, sinking into your hole for the millionth time making you squeak and sob in sensitivity.

“P-Please…” you mumble, glazed eyes pleading for a moment of rest.

He sighs, forgetting you’re just a pure little thing having her first time, and gently scoops you into his arms to press a few kisses to your cheek and whispering your name.

“Have I thanked you enough already~?” He teases, and you nod, nuzzling into his hold though you shiver lightly.

Loki’s heart skips a beat. He feels you cling to him tighter and he feels your little ass grinding against his cock.

“Well,” he muses, “I believe my kingdom will be overjoyed to find that an angel like yourself saved their prince, hmm?”

“Huh?” you ask, still pleasure-drunk as you settle into his lap, as if you perfectly fit in his hold.

“I said,” Loki chuckles his icy breath tickling your face, “My kingdom would be overjoyed to find a pretty thing like you saved the royal prince, wouldn't they?"

“Mhm..."

“And they'll throw a week-long celebration...” he continues, trailing kisses from your cheek to your shoulder. “All for you~”

“R-Really?” you gasp as he begins sucking on your skin, sure to leave marks after. “A whole week? That's too much-!”

Loki laughs against your shoulder, holding your hips down so he can feel your hips grind against his cock. “Nothing is too much for a perfect little angel like you~"

Loki licks the bite mark he's so carefully placed on your skin, then looks up at your glazed eyes and twitching pout.

“Would you like to come back with me to the palace?"

The look of confusion and bashfulness across your face makes his cock twitch against your bare folds.

“Me?! With you?!"

“Do you abhor the idea of that?”

He knows he's being mean and he knows you don't hate the idea, but Loki just can't resist seeing you so embarrassed and stuttering to apologize.

“No! I didn't mean that! I was just surprised-"

Loki shakes his head with a little chuckle, and brings you closer to his face to kiss the crease between your eyebrows.

“I know, I know. I was just teasing."

“Don't be mean like that!”

Loki laughs darkly when you cross your arms.

In a flash, he’s got you on your hands and knees before your pretty head can even figure out what’s going on.

“And if I do, what are you going to do about it?”

You shiver at the dark growl in his voice.

You're so far deep in this haze all you can see is blue.

“Your highness-!”

Loki presses your chest against the bed, leaving your pretty ass on display, purely his for the taking.

“You’re just a little mouse that can’t hurt anything, hmm? Just so innocent, and weak, and ready to be ravished.”

A cold, thick finger traces your wet folds, and you whimper, burying your face in the sheets as he tickles your hole until you’re shaking with need.

“Maybe I’ll take you back home with me… and make you my wife.”

Loki shoves his finger all the way in, knocking the wind out of you because you swear you can feel him in your tummy.

“Your- Your wife?” You ask, voice higher and breathier.

“Yes~” he mocks your airy voice. “My pretty wife, who won’t have to get her pretty hands dirty ever again, who I’ll take care of, and protect, and fuck every single night.”

Loki curls his finger, reaching that sensitive little part in your cunt that effectively leaves you a mumbling, drooling mess on him.

When he’s gotten you wet enough, he draws his finger back (to his cute little angel’s momentary dismay) and forces your thighs apart with his body, the head of his cock twitching against your folds.

Loki will forever remember the gasp you let out when you feel just how big he is.

“Do you want to be fully mine? Do you want me to fuck this little hole of yours with my cock until you’re screaming for me?”

You whine at his dirty words, slurring something that sounds like a yeah, and he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

“Really?” he chuckles, fingering your little hole one more time to slicken your folds. “Do you think I’ll fit~?”

And with the dirty wet noises that tickle his ears as he sinks all the way in he gets his reply.

“Oh?” Amused, he runs an icy finger up and down your bare back. “She can take it, after all. What a good girl~”

Loki barely gets the praise out before the prettiest whimpers fall out of your mouth like sweet honey, your poor cunt clenching down on him as your voice gets higher and breathier by the minute.

“Please-” you hiccup, turning to look at him with those pretty teary eyes.

His vermillion eyes stare you down cruelly as he grinds his hips down into your ass, making your head fall onto the sheets as you slur out a moan.

His cock feels so heavy inside you and by the way he laughs quietly you know he knows just how big he is compared to you.

And the way he pins you down harder lets you know he loves it.

“Oh, you just feel so good around my cock,” Loki groans, pulling back and thrusting into your leaking little pussy.

Poor you, already sensitive beyond imagination as this handsome blue prince ruins any other man for you with the way his cock stretches you out better than anyone ever will.

Not that anyone else will get the chance to. Loki’s decided it: he will take you home to the palace and make you his wife, and everyone will bow before their new princess.

Loki can't resist you any longer. He beats your poor cunt like the beast he is until you're whimpering and bucking against him helplessly.

“Feels... weird..." you shudder and gasp, tears leaking from your eyes as he sinks deeper into you, his huge cock hitting all the good spots inside you as your pleasure takes over your senses.

“Oh, is she close? Is this perfect little cunt going to come all over me?”

Loki's dirty words make you whimper and nod dumbly.

“Yeah," you sob.

Loki laughs at how blissed out his little saviour is and stops,pulling out slowly and groaning when he hears the sinful squelching as your juices drip onto the sheets. He turns you on your back, pinning your wrists to your sides, and captures your lips in his as he sinks into you once more.

“I missed these pretty lips," he smirks into the kiss, taking you for himself.

“Y-You just kissed me a few minutes ago..." You sigh dazedly, though you love the attention he's giving you.

“Still can't get enough of you. You're just so sweet~" Loki licks your lips, thrusting harder and making you squeak and link your fingers through his.

“Say my name."

“Loki...”

“Gods," he throws his head back, almost moaning at how submissive you sound. “Surrender to me, darling."

His hands snake down to the back of your thighs, lifting them and pressing them to your chest, quickening his pace.

Your eyes scrunch up as you nearly scream in pleasure, wriggling away as if you could escape from him.

“Surrender to me, angel~" he grins, kissing your neck and marking you up. “A pretty angel like you deserves to be pampered like this every day. Imagine that? You'll never have to lift a finger, I'll do all the work, I'll do all the fucking.”

Loki accentuates that last word with a hard thrust into your hole, making your eyes blur over with tears as you mewl helplessly in the Jotun prince’s tight grip.

“Awh, don't cry," he teases, kissing your nose when he gets a sinfully great idea.

He stops his movements, making sure he's buried all the way inside you before he flattens his tongue against your soaked cheek and licks your tears away.

You gasp, stunned for a moment before you keen and twitch helplessly, whining loudly as he does the same to your other cheek.

And your poor little cunt just clenches down again.

Loki growls, his primal instincts taking over because you're his ideal mate and you're nothing like he's ever seen. The sounds in the room get filthier and filthier as he loses control and rams into your poor hole.

“What do you say, angel?" Loki asks, letting go of your wrist before his hand makes its way down to your clit, rubbing the little bud and making you scream and tremble in his arms. “Be my- fuck- be my bride? Be my pretty little princess?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, chest heaving as your eyes flutter shut.

“Are you close?"

“Mhm..."

“Cute little mouse," he chuckles, pressing open mouth kisses to your neck as he rubs your clit. “Let go for me now, angel."

It’s a sight from heaven as you orgasm all over him, soaking his cock with your juices and helplessly thumping your thighs against the bed because Loki won't stop thrusting in and out of you.

Loki growls, pinning you to the bed. He stills, and you gasp at the feeling of his warm, thick cum filling you up. It makes you feel even more full than you already do and it makes you dizzy with even more pleasure.

It becomes too much for your melting brain to handle when he pushes deeper into you and you gasp, attempting to kick him away.

A firm, cold hand grabs your ankle and spreads you wider, and you whine shyly when he grins at you with a cruel glint in his eyes.

“Stay with me, darling," Loki teases, gripping your hips possessively and holding you still on his cock so he can finish filling you up.

It feels like hours before he breathes again, but it's only been seconds for him, already wanting another round with you.

But the prince resists, setting your sore legs down slowly and carefully sliding out of your cunt.

You sigh in exhaustion, but your breaths falters in embarrassment when you feel just how much he pumped into you, dripping out of your twitching folds and onto the bed.

A tiny drop even lands on your ass and Loki chuckles at your wide eyes, leaning down to kiss your lips and whisper a dirty promise that he'll fuck you down there too next time.

“Next time?” you ask, lips parting.

“Yes," he teases. " I've decided it, you're never leaving my side, my guardian angel~”

And he scoops you into his side, letting you rest before he has a few more rounds with your pretty hole— then he'll take you back home to the palace and convince you to stay. He'll show you the library. He'll let you lose yourself in the royal gardens all day if you wish! As long as you return to his chambers each night and let him please you the way you deserve to be.

But he's fallen for you already and the whole kingdom will burn in a blaze of sapphire dust if anything or anyone ever keeps him away from you.

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The Most Beautiful Flower

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

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

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

Word Count: 3,6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Alright, my love."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blinked. Oh...

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

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IN SHADES OF BLUE

PAIRINGS: Jotun! Loki Laufeyson & Female Reader

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

WORD COUNT: 3,061

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

MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s your favourite colour?” 

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

He doesn’t have time for that.

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

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

“Everybody has one.” 

“I’m not sure that’s true.” 

“No?” 

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

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

“Tell me then.”

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

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

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

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

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

He doesn’t think that they could. 

“Do you not like blue?” 

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

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

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

“But not you?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank-you for telling me.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only a select few.”

“Other lovers?” You smirk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that a promise or a threat?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 29 here/ Series Masterlist

Chapter 30

Summary :The supposed last day at the tower goes eventful as a plan goes awry and in order to make you feel better Loki shows you his jotun side.

Warning: 18+, Smutty jotun Smut, Long chapter, almost 6k words, HUGE Canon divergence (Just me making shit up),sex, mention of stalking, mention of psychological torture, mention of physical and sexual assault, angst, insecurities, ptsd, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, soft precious bean loki, polite bean Loki, Dalia, Melissa

(gif will make sense at the end)

"Hey you, follow me" Natasha said to you sternly so you looked at Loki and he looked away to not raise suspicions, you were already standing too close to him as it was. You followed her immediately to not piss her off or anything,

"Why were you talking to him?" She asked you as you tried to match her walking pace.

"Ummm Loki?" You asked her just to be sure and she glared at you,

"Who else was there with you?"

"Uhhh no one..well i was just curious about why his fiance was leaving so abruptly"

"What did he say?" She asked inquisitively and you gulped.

"He said that she's no longer his fiance and that he's not in love with her" she stopped, turned her head to look at you for a few seconds before she started to walk again. Hmm Black widow was a gossip girl, you were surprised by the knowledge

She took you to a space that looked like a locker room with bunch of lockers and you watched her walk towards one of them to key open one of them and then she took out a ziplock bag, it had your phone as well as your personal documents like your passport and keys etc that had been confiscated when you had came here.

"Steve said you can leave if you want but he'd rather have you stay and meet him tomorrow" your heart stopped momentarily as she started to speak because you didn't want to leave just yet.

"Ummm I'd stay to see him tomorrow" you told her so she shrugged, giving her an awkward smile you then proceeded to turn around to walk out but then she spoke again.

"Do you like him?" She questioned you nonchalantly as she went through the belongings in some other box she had picked from some other locker.

"What? Who?" You turned again to look at her but she was not looking at you.

"Dalia..Tony's PR agent, she is auditioning women for a fake public relationship for Loki. Nick wants him to join the team and Loki seems enthusiastic and wants to redeem himself so he will have to go under rigorous training. Dalia thinks having a partner that is from earth will have a positive impact amongst the people of earth" she looked at you as she finished her sentence and you gulped in nervousness.

"Isn't it deceiving? Fooling the people of earth with a fake relationship and getting them invested in it?" She smiled as you said that

"That's just how it has to be sometimes, who knows.. the couple may become real eventually, want to throw your name in the hat?" She asked you so you pretended to think about it. Ofcourse you wanted to throw your name in the hat.

"She won't pick me…I'm just …me" you chuckled nervously and she looked at you from top to bottom before she went back to messing with the belongings of God knows what person.

"It is not up to her, Loki agreed to this under one condition that he'd get to choose the lady of his choice..and i have noticed how you look at him"

"When is the audition?" You asked her to end the topic because she was starting to make you more and more nervous.

"In an hour.. a few of Tony's friends are coming" she airquoted the term friends and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, Tony's friends usually meant supermodels. Supermodel like Melissa.

"Ok I'll give it a try" she nodded as you said that and you turned to leave before she'd say something else.

You had to find Loki and tell him about this but he was in a meeting with Dalia and her team, an hour later you put on the same black dress you had worn at the party, did your makeup and went for this supposed audition, you noticed like ten other women in the hallway and then you saw Melissa there, of course she was there, you tried to not kill her right on the spot and decided to ignore her, surely Loki won't pick her right?

All of them looked like angels and then there was you, standing out like a sore thumb, you used to dance in school and college so you had given dance auditions before but you had no idea what was this even about?

One by one several women went in and immediately came out but none of them were leaving because they were told to stick around until the end.

The woman sitting next to you, her name was Rita, she was new in NYC and has been to one of Tony's lavish parties or two, she was 5'9 brunette and she wanted to work in movies eventually. Girls like her always fueled your insecurities because they always seemed as if they knew what they wanted and they knew how to get it, meanwhile you were thirty and had no idea what you were doing in life, you were floating aimlessly before you had found Loki, at least your love life seemed to be on a better track as compared to before.

"Aren't you too old to be here?" You heard Melisaa's voice so you looked at her, you didn't look thirty , that was one of the things you liked about yourself, you never seemed your age since as a child, always a few years younger so it was infuriating that she was picking on that.

"Aren't you too vapid to be here?" You heard Rita answering so you looked at her and smiled, she gave you a smile in return

"Besides he's like thousands years old" you mumbled nonchalantly and Melissa groaned before she went back to fixing her makeup.

Unlike other girls Rita didn't seem too obsessed with herself and she clearly didn't appreciate such remarks and stood up for you when she didn't have to.

"Is he really a thousand years old?" She asked you.

"More than that"

"How do you know that"

"Oh I read about him" she smiled as you said that

"Oh i didn't prepare at all, i should have come prepared" she chuckled nervously and now you felt bad for her. She didn't even know what she was getting into.

"Well he's Loki, he likes the color green more than anything, he's got all these magical powers that are beyond this world and i have heard from someone around here that he doesn't like those who are shallow from deep within so you're good to go" you said to her so she smiled before she got up and hugged you, so you told her good luck when it was her turn to go in, her audition or whatever it was lasted longer than other girls and you were the last one to go in.

As you entered Loki's eyes widened and you could tell he was nervous, he did notice your scent when the last girl Rita had walked in but he thought he was overthinking. What were you doing? You shouldn't be here at all.

"Ahhh y/n..sit down " You nodded as Dalia said that, she and her assistant were behind this desk, there was a chair farther away from where they were sitting, you could feel Loki's eyes on you and you didn't know if he was upset or happy with this step you had taken. You had no idea what you were doing here.

"I think as far as I know Loki has picked already who he wants but now that you're here we will give this a try y/n" Dalia let out an exasperated sigh so you looked at Loki and he gave you a look as if asking what the hell you were doing.

"Yeahh what do I have to do?" You asked Dalia and she looked at the woman sitting next to her then she asked you to stand up so you did

"Too short" she mumbled in her mouth and wrote down something on her notepad. He was almost a foot taller than you so she wasn't wrong but she didn't have to rub it in your face.

He then stood up and walked towards you and stood next to you. He had his black Asgardian ensemble on, you had seen the fit before and the color suited him so well. If you had no idea who he was or didn't know him as well as you did you would have been nervous as hell right now just standing in his presence.

"Smile and pretend to be in love" Dalia said to you, Loki wrapped his arm around your waist so you looked to the side and he leaned into you .

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked you and he sort of seemed upset by your presence here. Wait, Why was he upset?

"I thought you'd want me here" you mumbled while they clicked pictures after pictures, those pictures were going to be super ugly, you never looked good in motion.

"I don't" he whispered softly, he wasn't trying to be rude or hurt you but your eyes teared up anyways. You suddenly felt out of your element, the one person you thought would appreciate your presence here had just said to you that he didn't even want you there.

"Well there's chemistry for sure but her looks are ..just not it" Dalia said so Loki glared at her intensely.

"Her looks are perfect so how about you shut your mouth and move to the next process?" He said to her and she looked down, clearly embarrassed.

"I am sorry" he whispered in your ear before he kissed your cheek briefly and stepped away to go back to his seat. You were asked to leave after that so you did just that, unlike other girls you weren't asked to stay back. After a few minutes, Loki, Dalia and her assistant came out of the room and into the hallway.

"Thank you all for coming, but only one girl can win the opportunity to take part in this project and Loki will announce the name of the girl he has chosen" She announced so you crossed your arms as you waited for him to speak, his eyes met with yours and he quickly looked away as soon as he announced the name..

He picked Rita, the woman sitting next to you, he didn't pick you, he picked Rita. Rita was so happy, she was practically jumping in joy as if she had bagged the role of a lifetime, she turned to you so you snapped out of your thoughts and hugged her to congratulate her, then she got up and walked towards Loki and she asked him if she could hug him so he smiled and gave her a side hug. You allowed the hurt to sink in and as other girls were leaving, cursing Rita and what not, you followed them as well.

Why didn't he pick you? You made it so easy for him so why didn't he pick you? Your heart beat sped and you felt the panic increasing so you quickly took the elevator to your floor and almost ran to your room.

Loki knew he had hurt you with this decision but he was never going to pick you for this, he wished you had talked to him about this before you decided to join this stupid insulting audition. He wanted to go talk to you immediately but he had to attend the couple training session with Rita,

"So how did you know so much about me?" He asked her to break the ice and she smiled, she seemed okay, she wasn't anything like Melissa in the least but he wasn't going to walk this path all over again.

"Actually I knew nothing about you, the girl I was sitting with, y/n , she told me, bless her, she was so nice" he smiled as Rita said that, of course you did, you must have felt so nervous of everyone around you, he knew you well enough to know that but that didn't stop you from being kind to her.

"Lady Rita I need you to do me a favor"

After that humiliating ordeal you had returned to your room, showered and changed into a tshirt and shorts, and then you stood there in utter disbelief as you tried to wrap your head around what had just happened. You were brushing your hair when Loki appeared out of nowhere.

"I know you are upset with me–" he spoke immediately but you cut him off,

"How could you not pick me Loki?" You glared at him so he walked towards you, the black Asgardian fit made him look deadly but you weren't going to get distracted by his beauty, you were officially having your first fight with him right now.

"I pick you every day–" you cut him off again because the smile on his face was infuriating..

"I made a complete fool of myself out there Lo"

"You shouldn't have"

"Yeah I fucking shouldn't have" you raised your voice and you saw his jaw clenching, he stepped closer to you and grabbed your chin between his fingers before he made you look at him.

"Do not fucking swear at me darling"

He cupped your cheeks between his palms and kissed you softly to calm you down and it sort of worked as your chest stopped huffing and puffing with anger, he understood your plight and what you were feeling at the moment, he would have felt the same if he was in your place.

"I can't do this publically, I can't let those mortals know that you are my everything when half of them are out for my neck" you looked into his eyes, the fear was evident, you finally grasped why he wasn't keen on picking you as his fake partner, he was protecting you from the people out there who were going to harm him and the people he loved.

"Ohhhhh"

"Yes. Ohhh" you breathing calmed down slowly and you took a step away from him.

"What about Rita? Isn't she going to be in danger?" You asked him

"She will be in danger, that is why I have asked her to quit, made her realize that this job wouldn't be worth losing her life" he told you so you nodded. He did the right thing, he absolutely did but you still felt awful about the whole thing and you weren't able to just switch off the way you felt.

"What about Dalia?"

"Told you I would put my foot down this time, I do not need a partner to win the hearts of the people of Midgard, I need to redeem myself and repent for the hurt that i have caused them and I will do it on my own" you looked down and nodded as he said that.

"I wouldn't have looked good with you anyways" you turned around to go to bed but he immediately grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest.

"What did you say darling?"

"Nothing..I just don't feel good right now, can you leave?"

"No I won't leave when you're feeling this way, especially when I'm responsible for it"

"You're not responsible for my insecurities Loki " you wiped your tears as you sniffled and his heart clenched. You put yourself out there and he wasn't there to support you, he couldn't have told everyone what you meant to him but and he knew you understood his side but it must have hurt regardless.

"I am sorry I wasn't there to hold your hand when you needed me to" his eyes welled up as well and it made you cry even harder "You have no clue how much I appreciate you being here for me, since the very first day, you know what you mean to me don't you?" He mumbled softly as his thumbs wiped your tears,

"But I'm not good enough"

"Who says that hmm?"

"Frigga did, Dalia says the same, and people will say the same thing when they find out about us, if they ever will" you sniffled again like a child and his heart broke at the sight, he knew the pain of not being able to feel enough in your own skin and he knew there was no other way to make you feel better then doing what he had in mind.

He took a step back from you and morphed into his jotun form slowly, the clothes he had on crumpled on the floor leaving him all naked and suddenly his temperature lowered down to the point where you could feel the icy cold air around you, you opened your eyes and you had to crane your neck up to even look at him now.

His Ruby eyes were staring back at you, you had never been this close to him in his natural form before so it took a bit of adjustment but seeing him like that only made you feel smaller, not in a bad way though this time. He was not a human or an Asgardian, he was a pure Frost Giant and you didn't think you had allowed yourself to fully register that fact before this moment.

Giants were the part of of conspiracy theories and folklore but you had one standing in front of you now, your eyes trailed down and the sight of his huge cock made you feel bashful so you looked up again and walked closer to him, he didn't flinch away when you traced your fingers on the marks over his chest but his breath hitched at the contact.

"Did I hurt you?" You asked him softly,

"No that feels good" his voice had gotten even deeper in this form, his teeth were sharper as well and you knew they very well held the strength to rip you in shreds if he wanted to do that.

"What do you think those mortals will say when they find out about our affair? A pretty little mortal like you allowing herself to be ruined by a monster that looks like me? What do you think they will think of us then?" He said firmly, you were more than willing to be annihilated by him but he was no monster.

"You're not a monster Loki, you're my baby" you looked up at him as your hands caressed up, he couldn't find a hint of lie in your words, he knew you loved him wholeheartedly but you weren't the only one feeling insecure in this relationship, a part of him always feared you won't enjoy touching him in this form but he could smell the desire radiating from you, the way you looked at him made him feel good , even if for a moment you made him want to remember who he was born to be.

Your lips could barely reach below his sternum so you pressed a soft kiss on the steel blue skin and your hands moved up slowly until you had your fingers curled around his neck, he let out a small animalistic growl as your fingers caressed the raised ridges that were covering every inch of his skin.

"You see me and touch me as if I'm worthy of your touch, as if I'm worthy of your affection or have earned the right to put my filthy hands on you" he murmured so you placed your thumb on his lips.

"You are worthy, you're worthy of every little affection i could offer you lo" you whimpered as his words pierced your heart, you never wanted to him to feel this way and it hurt to hear him talk like this, it must have hurt him the same to hear you deprecate yourself like this.

"I am not, these hands of mine--?" He wrapped one of his large hand round your throat, they were so big that his fingers almost met each other at the nape of your neck, you gasped at the sudden feeling "These hands have hurt people and killed them, they carry the blood of those innocent souls but nothing matters to you hmm? You love me so deeply and I love you my darling"

You mouthed the words i love you but no sound came out, you felt hypnotized by his gaze and his complete self.

"I truly wish I could have announced to all of the realms that you, you my precious princess were all mine and that I am blessed to have you but I can't, I can't put you in harms way my darling, but I need you to know that I am yours in every fucking way a man could be taken and owned by a woman"

"I know lo.. I know I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" you placed your hands on his and he immediately let go of your throat, he wasn't hurting you, not even close, he was barely holding you so you wrapped them around your throat again, he took a deep breath at the sight of your small frame cowering against him.

Sometimes he couldn't believe you even allowed him to touch you let alone permit him to do anything he wanted to do with you.

"You don't see it do you?" You whispered softly but a moan escaped your lips as his thumb brushed over your lips.

"See what?"

"How magnificent you are in every way Loki?" You looked up at him as you got out of his hold and walked closer to him until you were squished against his large frame. Your fingers trailed up from the back of his hands to his forearms and then they caressed his strong biceps before you moved towards those defined shoulders, your thumbs rubbed over his clavicle bone in a back and forth manner.

You wanted to study every inch of his skin, learn what made him tick and squirm in this form, he really enjoyed when those ridges were being touched, he had them all over his skin, even his cock, you bit on your lips at the sight of his hard on, there's no way he'd ever fit inside you right? You didn't think he would.

You got on your tiptoes as your arms wrapped around his neck but you still couldn't reach him so you could kiss him, a smile curved the corner of his mouth as he watched your futile attempt to leap at him. He quickly placed his palms under your hips so you jumped into his arms and he pressed you against the nearest wall, his lips latched onto yours in an instant, he tasted different somehow, so cold but so sweet, as your tongue slipped into his mouth you felt those sharp teeths and understood the damage they could cause to a fragile mortal like you but you knew he'd never hurt you.

Not unless you'd ask him to do so..

Just being in his giant godly arms, being pressed against his body so intimately while he kissed you passionately was enough to make you drip in your panties. This felt like a surreal dream and you never wanted to wake up.

Your fingers caressed over his scalp and he moaned into your mouth as you rubbed those thick ridges of his skull. His lips latched onto your neck as you ran your fingers over his head

"Sensitive?" You mumbled in his ears so he nodded.

"Do you like touching me like this?" He asked you and all you wanted to do was wrap him in a fluffy blanket and show him how much you enjoyed this side of him.

"I could do this forever lo, can I touch your cock?" He almost whimpered as you said that and grabbed one of your hands to place it on his cock, you had never seen anything like that, not even in your dreams, he was the size of your forearms and the sight made you blush.

He moaned as you worked him up and down slowly, he looked different and felt different but you felt the same with him, you got the same feelings, you just knew you'd recognise his soul no matter how many forms or shapes he will morph into.

He was your loki, your sweet precious baby.

"Do Frost Giants mate with humans?" He took your shirt off as you questioned him, no he wasn't going to fuck you, he was pretty sure you won't be able to handle him like this but he wanted to do a little something to please you both, he wanted to touch you like this, have his cold rough skin rub against yours, he wanted to make you feel good because you were making him feel heavenly.

"Mmmm I don't know darling but we will figure it out" he put you down on the floor and his fingers hooked around the waistband of your shorts as well as the underwear, he pulled them down at once so you stepped out of them as they rolled around your ankles.

The size difference was throwing him off and everytime he focused on it he only got more aroused. Your hands clutched onto his shoulders as he rubbed your wet lips back and forth, his thumb played with your clit simultaneously, your head rolled back against the wall as he worked his magic. His touch was so cold, every hair on your body stood up as he his fingers played with your cunt.

"You're so small my darling, you have no clue of my self resistance and what it's taking for me to not devour you this very moment" you heard him whisper but you could only moan in response, you wanted to feel that finger slip inside you but he had other plans, he switched positions with you so he was against the wall, then he turned you around and then bent down a little as he placed his cock between your thighs, you gasped as you felt his length rubbing against your wet dripping cunt.

"Goddd lokiii" you moaned as he humped his hips back and forth, your thighs were tightly shut together to aid his movement but aside from that you had to do nothing, you just had to stand there like a rag doll and take the mind numbing pleasure he was offering you. He put aside your hair and you felt his lips on your neck, he grabbed the skin between his teeth and nipped on it slightly as he continued to hump against you.

"Is this okay my love?" He questioned innocently as if he wasn't destroying you with every thrust of his hips, he was ruining you completely and he wasn't even inside you in his natural form just yet. The animalistic urge to be fucked by him was strong but you knew you won't be able to take him all the way in.

"Please don't stop lo ..oh god please..keep going..yeahh ..just like that" you mumbled incoherently so he turned you towards him and then continued to do the same thing, every time his cock rubbed against your clit the pleasure built more and more and you knew you won't be able to hold it in for long.

Back and forth he kept moving until your mind and body both were a wrecked mess in his arms.

As you came, your body convulsed with the intense release, he had one of his arms tightly wrapped around you while he held your throat with the other one to keep your head stable, sure he had made you cum plenty of times before but making you lose your mind when he looked like that felt cathartic to him. You wanted to touch him, you wanted to fuck him like this and the thought was enough for this moment. This was his first sexual experience in his natural heritage and he couldn't have been more blessed that it was with you.

Once you calmed down you didn't waste a second but grabbed his cock in both of your fists and began to fondle him, the groans and moans he was emitting sounded heavenly, the definite growl that escaped his throat when he finally came made you realize again that he wasn't human at all and that he belonged to some other species altogether and you were doing filthy things with him, it felt forbidden in a way and maybe this was the reason you never fell for an ordinary man, you were supposed to find him all along.

He came all over you as he exploded there wasn't a inch of your breasts that wasn't covered in his cum,

"You're so cold Loki" he braced himself against the wall behind as he watched you rub your cum with his fingers, his eyes transfixed on the movement of your fingers. How could you be this way and then ever doubt that you didn't belong by his side forever?

You just made love with a monster like him but he was the one ruined forever.

"So Sweet..like cantaloupe" his eyes widened as you licked your fingers clean and before he could say anything you grabbed his arm and started to walk towards the bathroom, he couldn't help but watch your arse jiggling with every step.

After the shower you made him sit down on the couch and then not to entice him again you put on a underwear and the black tunic that he had dropped when he had morphed into his precious self, then you sat on top of him, you wanted to be filthy with him again, ofcourse you did but you had to adore him in a non sexual manner, you needed him to know how much you loved this side of him.

"Hiii" he chuckled as you said that,

"Should I change myself?" You shook your head as he said that.

"Can you stay like this just a little longer?" You mumbled against his mouth as you kissed him softly. When you pulled away his eyes were teary and then your big burly man proceeded to place his head down on your chest. Your fingers curled around his nape and a few moments later he looked up again,

"Do you miss my hair?" He asked you so you smiled at him.

"Noo, not really, i like this change baby" he placed his head back down on your chest and allowed you to caress him and love on him as much as you wanted.

He must have thought you were trying to comfort him but the truth was you weren't able to stop touching him and his beautiful skin, he seemed so ethereal you never wanted to look away from him. He looked so strong and intimidating but in your arms he was just your pretty baby and you wanted to protect him from his own cruel mindset he had regarding his heritage and the prejudices he held against himself.

"What were we fighting about?" He chuckled as you asked him that.

"Mmm I am sorry i made you feel that way princess, I would never do that on purpose"

"I know lo..I just lose my mind when I see other women around you"

He wrapped his arm around you so you sat on him in a fetal position and rested your head on his chest, your fingers linked with his and you noticed those permanent darkened nails.

"I might have to leave tomorrow lo, Steve is coming back with Bucky" you said to him and he was immediately concerned, he didn't want you to leave and he needed you to stay right here, by his side, he knew he had to come up with something especially now that he knew that you were willing to risk everything to stick by his side.

You didn't remember falling asleep on him but you woke up the next morning itself, he wasn't there with you but had left a note.

"My beautiful girl, I love you, now and forever, never forget to remember that"

He must have returned to his room, you looked at the time and it was 8 am already so you quickly got ready, Captain was supposed to be back by now.

As you stepped out of the room you immediately bumped into Captain America himself and he seemed happy for a change,

"Y/n"

"Captain..how's uhh.. where's your friend" you asked him as you rubbed your arms together in nervousness.

"He is in the medical room, thank you y/n, you have no idea what you have done for me" you smiled a little as he said that. You kind of felt bad, you didn't come here to help him with his friend, you came here for yourself "Is there anything I can do for you?" He asked you so you shook your head and then his phone started ringing so he gave you a look before he walked away.

Maybe you should have told him that you wanted to stay but why would they allow you to stay here for no reason? You really wanted to go see Loki but he wasn't in the living room or the dining area, you were about to go back to your room but then you saw a woman approaching you and then she was taking you through the same hallway you had been to yesterday for the audition.

When you entered the room you saw Loki, Dalia and her assistant again. What were they up to now?

"Sit down y/n" Dalia said without even glancing your way, the chair was placed right in front of the desk this time so you sat down.

"Have you ever done this job before?" You looked at Loki as she said that. What job?

"Doesn't matter, that's enough of a waste of my valuable time here, appoint her, I'd rather have her follow me then a complete stranger" you looked at him confused as he spoke to Dalia.

"You know her?" She asked him confused so he glared at her.

"She has been living here for almost a week now, we met her yesterday, do you not remember that?" He asked her sternly and you saw her sweating abruptly.

"Okay but we have to ask her if she–" Dalia said to him and he turned away from her and took a complete turn in his chair to ignore her. His behavior amused you because he was always polite with everyone but knowing Dalia and the way she worked he was probably just done with her.

"Go ahead Dalia, ask her, I am not your boss or your supervisor here if I remember correctly" he said to her and you got more confused, what was happening? She sighed before she turned her attention back at you,

"Now y/n if you choose to accept this job opportunity your work here would be to assist Mister Loki here with his- as he states personal needs, the job would require you to relocate here and live here so there's no delay whenever Loki is in need of you. You'd also help him accommodate with midgardians rules and customs so he understands this world better and is able to improve himself with the knowledge, is that clear to you?" You looked at her shocked as she finished, your eyes met with Loki and he was smirking but when you said nothing he was starting to panic. He made all these plans because he wanted you to stay here, he forgot to ask if you wanted to do so, you were lying to your mom all this time and he wasn't sure if you wanted to continue doing that.

"Ummm I already have a job in Minneapolis… I understand the requirement of the job, i will be his assistant right?" She nodded as you said that "Okay ummm can we discuss the salary please?"

Now you would have done it for free, ofcourse, but turns out you did need money to survive and to be able to afford basic things in life.

"Sure, here's the number as of now, your caliber at this position and if slash whether Mr Loki is satisfied with your work then we will reflect upon any future raises, promotion etc" you looked at the number on the slip and your eyes widened, this paid more than any job you have ever had in your life.

You pretended to act casual and looked back at her, trying to appear as confident as you could before you spoke. The smile alone on his face was worth the step you were going to take,

"Well moving here temporarily or otherwise would be a hassle but I think I'll do it.. I'll take the job"

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Tome of Fate

Masterlist

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Chapter 5 (finale)

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

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

Words: 2013

Warnings: drunkenness, smut (18+)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Loki, there are no dragons in Jotunheim."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[justasecretwriter]

H-Hi it’s m-me again. ☺️ I really loved the jealous Loki one you wrote a-and I’m glad my request helped you in some way. It made me really happy to read that.

S-so idk if you can tell but I am a bit shy… c-could you do a Loki x Reader where the reader is r-really shy around everyone a-and Loki just loves to t-tease her by whispering h-his dirty thoughts into her ear making her jump, squirm, blush, m-maybe even drop stuff to the point attention is brought to her. B-but when he gets her all alone sh-she opens up… like… becomes r-really submissive a-and I guess obedient? Is that the right word? She is less bashful and more open with j-just Loki. M-maybe some thigh riding and d-dirty talk w-while th-they have sex? I-it can be in his Jotun form too… I just think he i-is so pretty that way…

Stutter (Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader)

Title | Stutter

Summary | Reader is very shy, but her crush for Loki is no secret and he loves to tease her for it.

Pairings | Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader

Genre | Fluff, Smut

Story Warnings/Kinks | Shyness, Stuttering, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Cursing, Sex, Jotun Loki (yes that needs a warning all on its own), Degradation, Praise, No Vivid Mention of Sexual Protection (make with that what you will)

Translations | None.

Author's Note | Cupcake, you're adorable. Don't ever change. I love this request and I hope it lives up to your expectations 💕 I am working on your other requests as well, so those should be out soon!

Words | 2,353

"Do you want anything else on your pancakes, Y/N?" Steve asked, flipping over the golden breakfast in the pan. 

"Ooh! Chocolate drizzle?" She loved Hershey's syrup on her pancakes. Actually she loved Hershey's syrup on nearly anything. 

Loki leaned close to her ear from behind. "I could think of a few things I'd like to drizzle on you." 

Her face immediately engulfed in heat as he smirked and went back to cutting up a banana for smoothies. He loved doing that, teasing her and making her shrink with shy embarrassment. He knew she didn't really mind; she would have told him to stop, he knew.

"Y/N? Did you hear me?"

"Hmm?" She spun around towards Natahsa, blushing again when she realized she'd tuned everything out. 

"I said I'm going to lunch with Clint but I should be back tonight if you want to watch that movie you mentioned."

"Oh, s-sure."

"Why don't you ever Netflix and chill with me?" Loki teased, making her look at him in warning as her ears warmed with blush and she felt herself shrinking. 

Steve slid her stack of chocolate pancakes over the table and she caught them with a smile, immediately beginning to eat her favorite breakfast. She groaned with the first bite and Steve laughed while Loki leaned close once more.

"I definitely want to hear more of those noises tonight." 

She gasped, dropping her fork and blushing as soon as Loki laughed hard, holding his stomach and nearly doubling over as she tried to compose herself. 

He finished making his smoothie and was about to leave but then he whispered in her ear, just one more time to fluster her again, "If you uh, change your mind, you know where my room is." He winked as she choked on her pancakes for a minute, and he left. 

The day went smoothly. You weren't technically an Avenger, but they liked to call you an honorary member. You were their assistant and publicist. Essentially, you were damage control. You were the new Pepper Potts. 

You had paperwork to file and phone calls to make, as well as some emails to reply to before Natasha got home for the movie, so she worked away in her office. Peter Parker popped in for a little bit and talked with her. He was always easy to talk with because he was equally as shy as her. 

She couldn't quite remember if she'd always been shy or if that developed when she was younger. She didn't really notice it until high school when people started to tease her for it all the time. As an adult, there was less actual teasing and more side looks and awkwardness. 

When Natasha got home, she snuggled up with her on the couch and Clint sprawled across the recliner to watch some horror film that had caught Y/N's eye the day before. It wasn't a bad movie, but towards the end, she had a hard time staying awake. She came really close one time but her phone buzzed with a text message. 

She unlocked it, squinting through the dark to read. It was from Loki. 

    Come to my room when you are done with the movie. 

She felt her face heating up as if on command. She knew Loki teased a lot to the idea of them being together, but he'd never actually made a movie; he'd always left that up to her, and god knows she couldn't do it. She decided to not respond, to save herself the embarrassment, and locked her phone back. 

By the time the movie ended, Natasha and Clint were asleep. So, she grabbed some blankets and threw them over each of them before making her way to the elevator and up to the floor, Loki stayed on, the floor just above her own. 

Pausing just outside his door, she took a deep breath. She'd always had a crush on Loki, it was common knowledge. He was tall and handsome, intimidating and protective of her. He never judged dher shy nature, but rather embraced it, maybe even too much but she didn't mind. 

What if he wasn't about to make a move on her and she was overthinking this entire thing, about to make a fool of herself for being nervous. But… What if he was about to make a move on her? How would she even react? Would she freeze up? Faint? Suddenly she was sweating the thought. 

Finally, she just knocked and braced herself. 

He opened it almost immediately, smiling and stepping aside to let her in. "Hello," 

"Hi," She murmured, stepping inside. She'd been in Loki's room before and always loved it. His room was warm looking and comforting. 

"So, I wanted to speak with you about something." He said, sitting on the large bed. "Sit," 

She sat next to him, listening immediately, and he grinned. 

"Always so obedient, aren't you?"

The blood rushed to her face and she squirmed. Why did him calling her that affects her so much? He raised his hand and brushed his thumb over her cheek, caressing her ever so gently. 

"Are you like that for everyone or just for me?" He murmured, still caressing her cheek and suddenly making her squirm. She tried to think, but it suddenly dawned on her. She only reacted that way around him. 

"Jus' you," She whispered, not meeting his eyes. She saw him smile and then he touched her chin, making her look up at his face. 

"Yeah, I figured. You're a good girl, aren't you Y/N? My good girl?"

She nodded immediately, not wanting to make him upset with her in any way. 

"Why is that?"

"B-because I trust y-you?" 

His eyes burned into hers and she watched as his eyes darkened. He moved the hair out of her face and then his fingers went down to her lips, forcing her bottom one into a pout. Her breathing was shaky and she squirmed again. 

"Tell me to stop," He whispered, leaning towards her face, eyes trained on her lips. 

"I don't want to." She replied.  

He sighed and pushed his lips into hers, kissing her hard and desperate. He cupped both her cheeks and kissed more desperately, direly trying to get closer to her.

She whimpered as she tugged at his hair. 

"Do you want this?" He murmured, panting.

She just whined again, chasing his lips in desperation. He moved back to look her in the eyes.

"I need you to tell me kitten."

"Yes," She mumbled, avoiding eye contact and squirming. Grabbing her chin, almost harshly, he pulled her eyes up to his.

"Kitten, I need you to answer a few questions first." She stayed silent so he continued. "How do you want it?"

Suddenly her face lit up with blush so he knew he needed the answer far more than before. She immediately pulled from his hand to stare at her lap where she played with her fingers.

"Y/N…" His voice was dark and it made her shiver. "I need to know the best way to make you unravel."

As he spoke, he leaned over and started kissing and biting at her ear and neck. She whimpered again. When she did, he groaned and suddenly the breath on her neck felt cold. She opened her eyes just in time to see the blue fading from his skin.

"What was that?"

"Uhm…" He bit his lip. "You know of my Jotun heritage?"

She nodded. 

"Well sometimes when I get turned on, I get a little distracted and it peeks through."

"Is it v-very difficult to hold b-back?"

"Sometimes,"

"Then don't,"

"What?"

She kissed him, grabbing his hair and squirming to get her words out. "That's how I want you. Pretty and blue."

He groaned, kissing her back and then, to her surprise, whining as he pulled her closer, onto his lap.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded, nibbling on her lip.

"Okay, but only if you tell me how else you want it too."

She wanted to pout since it almost felt like she'd gotten away with not speaking her kinks aloud.

"Fine," She whispered. "I-I-I want it rough."

"Rough?"

"Like…" She sighed. "Like I want you to be big and… intimidating? I l-like feeling small with you."

His face broke into a smile as he started shifting into his Jotun form. His beautiful blue skin was chilly and his gorgeous red eyes stared into hers.

"Okay, I can do that." 

Excitement flooded her and her face lit up.

"But you'll have to earn it."

"W-what?"

He smirked devilishly. "Sweet, sweet Y/N… I want you to earn it. You want to feel good? Do it yourself." 

Loki's voice got deeper as his eyes got darker, his entire demeanor changing.

"I don't understand." She admitted.

He took hold of her hips, shifting her so that she was just sitting on one thigh of his, and then he rocked her hips back and forth. Immediately she let out a moan as she realized what he meant. Her clit rubbed into her panties and pressed against his thigh, sending tingles up her back.

"Loki," She whined.

"You can do it," He whispered, kissing her neck. "You're a good little obedient whore, aren't you?" 

Moaning loudly, she started rocking her hips hard, trying to do whatever she could to make him keep talking.

He laughed gently. "Eager are we? Eager and excited and all mine. You're going to cum on my thigh, you hear me, kitten? Only then will I fuck you."

Whimpering again, Y/N started rocking faster.

"Oh good kitten. You must really want me to fuck you, huh?"

She nodded, grunting and almost shaking from how good it felt. She grabbed his shoulders to brace herself as she noticed the wet patch forming on his pants.

"Loki," 

"God yes, say my name." He kissed her lips, biting and growling. "I love all those little noises you make darling, they are exquisite."

"I want you!" She cried, panting.

"Aww, poor baby." He mocked, suddenly bouncing his knee up and making her shout his name. Putting her face into his neck and hiding, she cried with every bounce of his leg. 

"Please," She whispered. "Please, please, please!"

He groaned and she felt him twitch in his pants. Never stopping her hips from their motions, she put her hand in between them to palm the ever growing bulge in his pants. 

"Fuck!" He cried, starting to breathe heavily. "Oh, you minx." 

His hips bucked into his hand before she felt the growl in his chest. Taking her hips in his hands and spinning around to press her against the mattress harshly. 

"You want to be fucked so bad? Fine. I'm going to fuck you until you can't feel your legs anymore."

Whimpering as he pushed himself between her legs, he started pulling her pants and panties off at the same time, his blue skin cold against her. He moaned when he saw how wet she already was, practically dripping. 

"Oh, you little whore. Look at you, all wet for me. It is all for me, isn't it?"

"Yes!" She cried, desperate for him. "Please, Loki!"

With just a snap of his fingers the rest of their clothes were gone. He'd wanted to strip her of her clothing slowly, to tease her, but he didn't have any patience left. He needed her, now.

Reaching between them, he pumped his cock fast and hard, panting and grunting as he rubbed against her folds, making her mewl. She threw her head into the pillow, biting it to try and lower her moans. 

"Oh no, you don't." He kissed her hard, his cold breath tickling her as he slid his tongue into her mouth, devouring everything she'd give him. He was going to ruin her before the night was out. 

"I told you, I want to hear all those pretty noises you have for me. And I'm going to take them from you, one way or another." With that, he plunged deep inside her. 

"Oh god!" She yelled, writhing with pleasure beyond anything she'd ever felt.

"Who's your god?" He growled, pounding into her and panting. 

"You are! Oh fuck, you are, Loki!"

"Oh kitten," He buried his nose in her neck, kissing up and down softly as his hips slowed but didn't soften their blows into her. Hitting her spot and staying there longer, she felt her legs tensing quickly. 

"Norns kitten, you are so fucking tight. Such a good girl for me," He whispered in her ear, moaning as she clawed down his cold back, feeling along the lines that spread around his body. 

He started fucking her a little faster again, making her moan loudly. Wrapping his arms around completely and biting her ear, he groaned. 

"Loki," She whined. "Loki, I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah?" He panted, and she nodded, searching for his lips. He kissed her with passion and with love, so much love. She felt it dripping from his lips as his hips stuttered against her, making her entire body tingle. 

"Cum with me, kitten." He moaned before whining and giving her one last hard thrust, sending his cold seed deep inside her. As she felt it hit her cervix, she started cumming too, nearly vibrating around his cock. 

He groaned as he felt her squeezing him, and then they collapsed into each other. 

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[lady-rose-moon]

A very blue surprise || Loki || Kinktober 2022 || 18+ ||

Part of my Kinktober Masterlist that you can find ~here~

My main Masterlist can be found ~~here~~

Summary: after a party, you come back to your bedroom to rest and your husband is there to greet you in a unique way.

Warnings: || 18+ || Jötunn Loki, smut, size difference, smut

You have been married to Loki for years now. You knew every secret that he held, even the ones closest to his heart. The traumatic secret of his true birth was his most hated secret and, for him, you kept it.

Today was your birthday and you had just left the festivities to get some rest so that you could return to your duties as a Princess of Asgard the next day but you were stopped in your doorway when you saw your husband standing by the couch. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, the Prince could be found reading books anywhere around your shared chambers, but today was different. 

He was standing by the couch with his back to you, a torch burning on the wall which gave you a clear view of the side of his face. It was blue. Your heart fluttered as you closed the door to your chambers and made your way over to him. Only when you stepped closer to him did you realise that he looked a foot taller than he had before. You gaped at your husband and rested your hand on his shoulder. 

“Hello, pet,” the God purred and he turned to face you. 

Norns, you swore, staring up into your tall husband’s ruby red eyes with pure need. You reached up and cupped his cold cheek, smiling when he leaned into the caring touch. “You’re beautiful,” you whispered, watching as his cheeks turned the most beautiful shade of purple.

Loki cleared his throat before grabbing your arms and staring deep into your eyes, “that isn’t the word we shall use, darling. Handsome, possibly. Deviant, yes. My beautiful girl, let me introduce you to the art of sleeping with a frost giant.”

You smiled as Loki began to lead you over to the bed, pulling the curtain across the archway so that you were shrouded from view in the main areas of your shared chambers. Astoundingly, Loki almost reached the bedroom ceiling and you were surprised when you saw him changing the room to accommodate his size but not yours. 

You were unsure when you saw how large he was that his cock would even fit between your legs but once you were on the bed, legs spread and the Jötun knelt between your legs, completely naked, you found that you wouldn’t mind the sting or the stretch if it was Loki. 

“Are you sure?” he whispered softly, blue fingers delicately caressing the soft texture of your skin beneath him, “I am much larger in this form than before.”

You sighed happily and softly dragged your foot up the coldness of his calf, “with you, Loki? I think I will be able to manage.”

The God’s eyes darkened and he growled, nudging your legs further apart before sliding his finger down your body to circle your clit while he pressed a gentle kiss to your breast, his mouth encasing the warmth of your nipple as his finger stimulated your desperate clit. You moaned and your hips ground against his finger. Norns, even his expert fingers were bigger, it felt like the size of his cock!

You whined and squirmed as Loki took careful care of your aroused body, his tongue flicking over your nipple as his finger lazily rubbed your clit. Another finger nudged at your weeping entrance and you whined, your hips lifting as you wished that your husband would just fill you already! The finger slid into your tight cavern and you moaned in bliss at the cold feeling rubbing against your warm, twitching walls. 

“Norns,” Loki whispered, intrigued by the feeling of your warmth around his finger, “you’re going to feel so perfect around me, my darling wife.”

You whimpered and nodded eagerly, offering yourself to him as his finger deliciously thrust in and out of your desperate cunt, guiding you to your first orgasm with the aid of his other finger on your clit. You moaned and your toes curled as you felt the electricity slowly running up your legs but before you could release, Loki withdrew his fingers and smirked at your disappointed whine.

"Now, now, pet," the God cooed softly, pressing a soft kiss to your nose, "you're not allowed to cum anywhere other than my cock, do you understand?"

You nodded excitedly, listening to Loki shuffle about while your eyes drooped and you enjoyed the blissful memory of being full of his finger. Moments later, you felt the nudge of something cold and huge at your entrance and your eyes opened quickly to take in the sight of your handsome Jötunn husband gently pressing his cock into your tiny hole. You scrunched your brows together as the intrusion stung but you enjoyed the blissful feeling of Loki's cock penetrating you.

You barely heard Loki whisper a spell before his cock started to sink in deeper painlessly and you moaned as you gazed up into the ruby red eyes of your beloved. He looked so blissful, so happy to be in you like this, he was also incredibly big even through the spell.

When Loki bottomed out, you smiled as the God moaned and threw his head back, "Norns, Y/N, you're so deliciously tight. I can see the bulge of my cock through your skin."

He could. You could too. You gazed down at your stomach and moaned in bliss at the sight of his huge cock bulging out of your stomach. He felt fantastic and that was only multiplied through the God slowly beginning to thrust into your tight hole, causing your head to be thrown back into the pillows as you cried out to Valhalla about the pleasure.

Slowly, Loki built up the pace of his thrusts and you moaned as his hips slapped against yours and he easily held your hand beside your head. "Gods, Loki!" you cried out, your hands curling around his blue ones as you met the Jötunn's gaze as he continued to ram into you. The pleasure was amazing, mind-numbing, in fact. You moaned in delight at the feeling, swearing in all of the languages you knew as Loki's cock brushed against your g-spot constantly and one of his fingers fell to your clit, circling it as your legs shook and his cock twitched inside you. 

The harder that the thrusts got, the more drunk on his cock you felt. Loki hissed as he felt himself nearing his orgasm, his head thrown back as his finger picked up the pace on your clit, noting how your legs shook perfectly under such stimulation. 

"L-Loki," you moaned, unable to think straight through the mind-blowing pleasure, "I'm gonna cum, husband, g-gonna c-cum for you!"

"Cum," he growled, eyes shining with lust as his orgasm crept closer. His finger continued its assault on your clit and he savoured the unfiltered moans that fell from your lips.

As your orgasm ripped through you, your brows scrunched and you moaned blissfully, shuddering as Loki's cold lips met yours and you felt his cold cum seep into your awaiting channel. You both relished in your shared orgasm for a moment before Loki gently flipped you over onto your hands and knees.

Without being able to see your husband, you were slightly nervous but you trusted Loki more than you trusted yourself. When you felt his cock at your entrance again, you moaned and relished in how easily he sunk in. His hard cock settled inside you again and you moaned before something prevented it. His fingers pushed into your mouth, pushing down on your tongue as he began to thrust into you from behind. You moaned around his fingers at the feeling of his cock ramming in and out of you.

He was so cold. So very, very cold and you could feel the cold seeping into your mouth and your lips slowly going numb around his delicious fingers. 

The wet sound of his cock pumping in and out of your cum-filled pussy turned you on beyond belief. He was just so handsome and he was so generous for giving you the blessing of being fucked by his Jötunn form.

"Fuck, pet," Loki hissed, his eyes shut as his hands held your hips and his cock disappeared into the tightness of your cunt repeatedly. His orgasm hit him harder than it did before and he relished in the pulsing pleasure through his cock and your twitching cunt which welcomed more of his cum.

As he slowly withdrew his fingers from your mouth, you felt that your lips were completely numb from the cold. With further examination, your abused cunt was also very numb from the coldness of his cock.

The moment you felt yourself being cleaned up gently, you opened your eyes and smiled at the Æsir version of Loki carefully cleaning everything up and applying lotion to soothe you. 

"That's my good girl," Loki praised with a smile, "you did so well."

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[mischievoushiddleston]

My Frostgiant

Warnings: Smut

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Y/N looked around the dining room, but couldn't spot Loki anywhere. She knew that he often ate alone, but then at least he told her, after all she was his best friend. She got up and went to Thor, who was talking to Volstagg, Hogun, Fandral, and Sif. Loki's brother looked up at her and smiled. "What a pleasure to see you Y/N, do sit down..." he said, drinking his mead.

"Where is Loki?" she asked directly, raising an eyebrow.

Thor shrugged his shoulders. "We've been training all day, so I haven't seen him...he's probably in the library."

"Come on, sit down, Y/N and celebrate with us," Fandral said and she looked at him firmly.

"I'll go find Loki," she said simply and turned to leave, but heard what Fandral said with a laugh.

"What she finds so special about him...probably she is in love with him..."

"Don't be such an idiot...they've been friends since childhood," Thor replied and Y/N shook her head and sighed as she left. Fandral had right that she loved Loki, but it meant nothing since he would never return her feelings. She walked down the corridors to Loki's chambers and knocked on the door. When she still heard nothing from him some time later, she entered. The room was dark and she could barely see.

"Loki?" she asked anxiously.

"Go..." she heard Loki say and she went in that direction, but tried not to stumble.

"Are you okay?" asked Y/N softly and saw him stand up, but still couldn't recognize him.

"I said go..."

She stopped and looked in his direction, confused. "Loki, are you okay..." she asked again, stepping further towards him, "Please, I want to see you..."

"I...you have to go," he repeated, but she shook her head.

"Not until I see you and know everything is okay," she said, hearing him inhale loudly.

"I'm a monster..." he said softly.

"No..." she replied in a low voice, "You are my best friend, Loki, you could never be a monster, so please...show yourself to me."

He lit the candles with his Seidr and Y/N gasped when she saw Loki. His skin was completely blue with marks all over it and his eyes were red. She was not afraid of him, but was still surprised that he looked like that. "Now you see me..."

She stepped forward and raised her hand, but he stepped back and stopped her. "My skin could burn you," he said, but she shook her head and put a hand on his cheek.

"See? Nothing happened..." she said softly, "But how is that possible?"

"Odin took me from Jotunheim back then, after the war...I am Laufey's son, a monster..." he said, looking away from her and closing his eyes. She took a deep breath and stepped closer to him and stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his and gently caressed his neck, but then Loki grabbed her hands and pulled her away from him.

She bit her lip and blushed as she looked down at the floor. "I...I'm sorry," she said, taking a deep breath, "No, I'm not really sorry...I wanted to kiss you."

Loki furrowed his brow in confusion. "You wanted to?" he asked and Y/N nodded, "Why?"

"Because...Because I'm in love with you," she admitted quietly, rubbing her arms.

He stepped toward her. "Even if I look like this?" asked Loki, placing a finger under her chin so she was looking at him.

She nodded and glared at him. "It doesn't change who you are, Loki," she said, raising her hand to stroke his cheek. "I want you." Y/N stood on her tiptoes again and kissed him softly once more. He did not kiss her back.

"You should stop...I can't be gentle with you in this form..." he said against her lips.

"I don't want you to be gentle with me..." she said, stroking his markings with one finger. "You're beautiful..." He stopped her, reaching for her wrist.

"I won't be able to stop until you are pregnant with my child," he tried again to deter her.

She gasped when he said that. "Then do it and show everyone that I'm yours," she said and he growled before placing one hand on the middle of her back and the other in her hair as he began to kiss her possessively. She held onto his shoulder, trying to find her footing. Loki lifted her up and carried her to the bed and dropped her on it. She crawled back and saw him crawl after her and grab her ankles and pull her to him. He kissed her again and let a hand go under her dress and she moaned as she felt his cold hand on her thigh.

"Take off your dress" he ordered her and sat down on his knees. Y/N sat up and pulled her dress over her head as he pulled his shirt over his head. Before she could do anything, her back was pushed back onto the bed and he kissed her passionately. She moaned at the feel of his cold body and stroked through his hair, but he grabbed her wrists and placed them on the pillow above her head as he let his lips roam down and suck and bite at the skin of her neck. She moaned loudly and also in surprise at that.

"Loki!" she moaned and he licked over it. Y/N could feel her starting to get wetter. He kissed down her body before pulling down her panties. Without hesitation, he leaned down and began to lick her pussy. She immediately grabbed his hair and moaned as he stroked his fingers over her pussy. He finally looked up at her and saw her throw her head back and arch her back. Loki thrust his fingers inside her, enjoying her moans. He curled his fingers inside her with each thrust and began sucking on her clit. "Norns...Loki!" She began to feel her orgasm building inside her, but then he stopped and sat up. She looked to him in confusion and watched as he unzipped his pants.

"When you cum, it will be around my cock," he said, leaning over her. Loki kissed her passionately and she moaned into the kiss as she tasted herself against his lips. He reached for his cock and rubbed it against her pussy, making her gasp. He looked at her as he began to thrust into her and she clawed at his back as she felt him inside her. Loki gasped as well when he felt her warmth around him. He began to pull out of her again and thrust back into her quickly and deeply.

"You're so tight," he moaned, reaching for the headboard as he thrust hard into her. She arched her back with each thrust. Loki leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, making her moan as she felt his cold mouth. He let one hand wander down and began rubbing her clit. Her climax began to build inside her again and Loki moaned as he felt her tighten. She came unexpectedly and Loki thrust deep inside her as he filled her with his cold cum. He didn't stop, however, but continued to fuck her and Y/N moaned loudly. Loki thrust into her repeatedly and she clawed hard into his back so that she would leave marks there.

He sat up on his knees and continued to thrust into her at a different angle and against her G-spot. With each thrust he pulled her against him and made her claw into the varnish. She could feel her second orgasm building inside her shortly after. "I...I'm cumming, Loki," she gasped breathlessly, closing her eyes.

" Cum for me," he commanded her, and she did so immediately. Loki thrust into her hard as well, filling her with his cum one more time. He kept fucking her and she didn't remember how many times she had cum or he had filled her with his cum, but she felt so full. Y/N was exhausted and closed her eyes. Loki pulled out of her and she looked at him tenderly.

"Stay like this," she asked him softly and gently, holding him tightly. He nodded and smiled gently at her.

"All right..." he said, lying down and pulling her to him, gently stroking her back. "Are you okay?"

She hummed. "Yes, more than fine," she said, looking up at him and raising her hand to caress his cheek....

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[ladylovesloki]

Black Tulips: Ch 6

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence, Death, Fluff, Smut

Summary: Loki and co. get to Jotunheim to save you. Will they succeed?

One more chapter to go, thank you all for reading 💚

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…“Loki. God of Mischief. Son of Odin and Frigga..Brother of Thor..Prince of Asgard..” 

You snear at her “King of Jotunheim”…

Hyllárra drops you in shock, “impossible.”

You’re coughing, some of the furs had fallen off of you and the cold felt like it was stabbing you in the chest every breath you took.

“Prince Loki? Of Asgard? That is your jotun love?” Hyllárra asks again staring at you in amazement.

You clear your throat and catch your breath, “…yes…and if it is him that’s here, he won’t stop until he has me back.”

“And if I kill you now? Your heart is slowing mortal…” she sneers at you.

“Then he will kill you all..the lives of your people wasted over what?..”

“Hyllárra!!” The Asgardian’s are just outside the cave, Prince Thor is present!”

Hyllárra just continues to stare at you and without breaking eye contact with you addresses the jotun, “bring me the rope, let’s see what our visitors have to say.”

They tie your arms behind your back and put a rag over your mouth, Hyllárra gets behind you and gives you a shove so you start walking forward. It’s getting colder and colder the closer you’re getting to the opening of the cave. You can’t see anything over the towering jotun’s guarding the cave but then the crowd parts so you and Hyllárra are up front. And then you see him, in all of his blue glory. And boy…does he look upset.

He makes eye contact with and you see his gaze soften in that moment but then he switches back to the all powerful God of Mischief, his face showing nothing but determination and his red eyes burning with anger. 

“Prince Loki, I must say your mortal is a smart one. If I would’ve known the flora were for you I would’ve made sure to kill her champion and throw the flora in the fires lighting my bedchamber. She is rather adorable, a shame she won’t survive our home much longer.”

“Release her to me. Now.” 

“Now why would I do that? What is a mortal worth to the princes of Asgard?” Hyllárra taunts.

Thor steps forward, “My lady, my father Odin wants to offer our resources from Asgard to assist you in rebuilding your realm. Too long have our realms fought against each other for reasons that we can’t even remember. Let this be the start of a new age for our people, release the girl to my brother and we can begin anew.” 

Hyllárra looks down at you and then back to Thor, “how do I know you won’t slaughter us as soon as I hand her over.”

“No one will attack from our side unless provoked, we collected a flower from your home that saved my brothers life don’t forget. We wish to repay the debt.” Thor insures.

“Hyllárra! You cannot be considering this! An alliance with Asgard?! With the betrayer prince that killed his own father?! Our King?! Let us kill the mortal and be done with it!”

The outspoken jotun removed his weapon from his side and moved to strike you, before you even processed what was happening the jotun stops in his tracks. Hyllárra shoves you behind her and the jotun falls face first into the snow, a dagger sticking out of his back.

You look over at Loki. His stance clearly showing he was the one who released the dagger.

“Release her to me. Now.”

“Loki enough…My lady..” Thor tries to calm the situation.

“Hyllárra..my name is Hyllárra, stop calling me lady.”

“Alright..Hyllárra...order your people to stand down, one more attack on lady y/n and I will not hold my brother back from slaughtering you all. Asgard wants to make peace with Jotunheim…Please, I know this will be difficult, the first steps always are..but let it be steps towards peace.”

In that moment you realize why Odin would choose Thor to rule, man can give a speech.

The voices around you are starting to sound far away, your vision blurring and you’re pretty sure your body is starting to sway..“Y/n…y/n!”…the voices sound closer and your vision sharpens slightly as you try and get your focus back, you look up and Loki is staring at you.

He takes a step towards you, “I’m not going to ask again..release her to me..” his red eyes move to stare at Hyllárra. He doesn’t want to do anything to jeopardize you and realistically, he’s still not at full strength yet. Having back up from his brother and company gives him more confidence in his odds but he won’t risk you.

Hyllárra looks down at you, she notices your lips turning blue and cracking from the cold, blood frozen on your upper lip from your bleeding nose. Your mortal body slowly losing the fight against a realm that is not made for such fragility.

She leans down so only you can hear her, “I respect you mortal..I wish we met under better circumstances..” she looks over to Loki, “I have your word, no harm comes to my people if I release her to you.”

Thor interjects, “you already have it!”

“Not you!” Hyllárra is looking at Loki.. “you..God of Mischief and Lies, I want your word. Swear it on your beloved’s life.”

.. “I swear it on her life, I will not harm you or any of your people if you hand her back to me…alive.”…he adds the alive part at the end…just to be clear.

“Stand down.” Hyllárra commands her men, “we are going to hand the mortal over peacefully and I expect aid from your realm..my people have suffered for too long..”

Aurvandil steps forward, “Hyllárra…are you sure this is wise? We cannot trust Asgard.”

She looks over to the princes one more time, “I believe a new golden age is approaching, not just for the realm eternal. Prince Thor is right, let our first step be towards peace.”. She looks down at you again, “good bye mortal, I don’t believe we will meet again.”

You nod at her since you can’t speak with the rag in your mouth, your feet are numb and you’re shaking so badly you can’t keep steady on your legs. Hyllárra cuts the rope on your wrists, removes the rag from your mouth and picks you up.

Loki moves forward quickly towards Hyllárra, he looks up at her while he takes you from her, on alert just in case she makes any sudden movement to harm you. As soon as you are in his arms he whisks you away and addresses Thor, “I’m taking her back immediately.”

Thor nods, “I am going to stay and speak with Hyllárra to see what we can arrange for now as far as aid until we can speak with father and the council for the future. Take care of your lady, I will see you shortly.”

Loki nods and calls to Heimdall for the Bifrost, you get swooped away and you see about a second of it and then pass out.

You wake up and you recognize Loki’s room, he’s sitting in the chair next to you. Still blue.

Red eyes staring at you, he looks just as angry as he did on Jotunheim.

“Hey…” you shyly speak finally.

“What were you thinking?..you almost died…you were moments away from your heart stopping…if Thor and I hadn’t gotten there when we did…”

He puts his head down and takes a breath.

“I’m sorry…I don’t want to seem ungrateful, you and Hogun saved my life but you out of all people should not have gone to Jotunheim..

“You were dying! What was I supposed to do? Just sit there and watch you waste away? Sit by your bed and wipe the sweat off of you and ignore the way my heart broke every time you called out for me and could do nothing to help you?! What should I have done, huh?”

“Not go to Jotunheim! You should’ve let my brother risk banishment again! You know father would’ve sent him to Earth to learn his lesson and then forgiven his golden son before Thor’s feet even hit solid ground! You should not have put yourself at risk for me!”

“Why?!”

“Because I’m not worth it you foolish girl!”

He takes another deep breath to calm himself, “your life is the most precious thing to me, if you had died…” he puts his head down, staring at the floor.

You shakily move the covers off of you, kneel on your knees and grab his face.

“You were worth every moment, everything I experienced would be nothing in comparison to the pain I would feel if I had lost you. Your mother protected me with her magic, I had Hogun and you…I knew you would come and save me. I love you Loki, I would go to Jotunheim again and again to pick as many of those stupid flowers…anything to keep you with me.”

With his red eyes filling with tears he raises his hands and cups your cheeks, kissing you gently.

When he closed his eyes his tears fall, spilling onto your hands still holding his face. He continues kissing you until you have to pull away, your lung capacity still not where is should be. You lean back and cough a little and he looks to you with concern, “get back in bed, you need more rest.” He pushes you softly backwards and helps you settle back in bed, covering you with warm blankets.

“Will you lay with me please?” You ask him, you know he’s still a little angry and hurt but you wanted him to hold you. 

“Of course.” He removes his shirt and gets in bed, settling you on his chest. 

“Thank you for coming for me..” you say into his chest.

He uses his finger and lifts your chin so you are facing up looking at him, “thank you, if not for you I would’ve succumbed to my illness. You saved my life, I will be forever in your debt my love.” He kisses the tip of your nose and then your forehead, places his hand on your head and pushes you back on his chest.

“Rest my love, we’ll speak more tomorrow.”

Thor and crew returned from Jotunheim unscathed with a list of the most pressing needs of the jotun people. Most of the main city was destroyed during Loki’s attack with the Bifrost a lot of people homeless, living in hill sides and measly huts they managed to get material to build. Some using the pieces of rubble from the old city ruins to rebuild the best they can. 

Odin went to Jotunheim himself with a troop of einherjar with him, he agreed with Thor and recognized immediately how much help the jotun people needed. He even invited Hyllárra and some of her most trusted men to Asgard. They found that any true leader of Jotunheim had not survived, anyone who would step forward as King after the death of Laufey would either be killed by their men or killed from a challenger fighting for their own right to rule.

Odin decreed that Hyllárra would be Queen of Jontunheim, they will assist her in properly building a structured system so she would be protected and unchallenged. Once she has the support of her people then Asgard will pull back it’s political involvement. Odin also agreed to assist in the rebuild of their main city and villages that surround it. It was truly sad to see the state of the world, it was in a bad way even before Loki’s attack. Women and children barely surviving, Men killing each other over power, the jotun population was dwindling.

Before the delegation from Jotunheim left Hyllárra requested one more thing, “I wish to see the mortal.”

You were awake and eating your midday meal when the einherjar came to take you to the council room. Loki of course accompanied you, you still weren’t steady on your feet so he kept his arm around your waist as you walked.

They einherjar guarding the doors open them as soon as you arrive and you see Odin, his councilmen and Hyllárra with some of her men.

Odin addressed you, “Lady y/n, Loki, thank you for coming. Hyllárra wished to see you before she and her councilmen return to Jotunheim.”

You look at her in surprise, “oh..hello again..” you address Hyllárra.

She smiles, “hello mort… Lady y/n” she winks at you. “You look much improved since I saw you last. Are you well?”

“I’m much better thank you..definitely warmer.” You laugh with her.

“Yes, I can see that. Before we departed I wanted to thank you, if not for your determination in saving your beloved we would not have made peace with the realm eternal. Because of you, my people have a chance of surviving and thrive into this new age.”

You look up at Loki, smile and then look back to Hyllárra ,“I just wanted to save him, I’m glad that it resulted in all of this.”

She smiles at you again, “now we have an alliance with Asgard hopefully we will see each other again, until then I wish you well.”

You nod at her and smile, you look over to Loki silently telling him you needed rest again, he nods and looks over to Odin.

“Thank you father, was that all? My lady still needs rest.”

“Yes Loki you both may go. We will see you at the feast later this evening.”

Loki opens a portal just outside the council room directly to his chambers, “would you like to take a bath darling?”

“Oh yes please!”

You go to his bathing chambers and undress while Loki gets the massive tub prepared. 

“Alright my darling, come here.” He removes his clothes as well.

He lifts you in his arms and together you get into the massive tub. 

The water was nice and warm and he added some tonics to it that soothed away your still sore muscles. Loki gets behind you and starts to wash your body with a cloth, “how are you feeling my love?”

You turn your head a bit to look at his blue face, “I’m feeling better, you?”

He releases an exhale, “I feel better, I feel my power returning but…”

“You’re still blue..”

You feel him nod, “I’m still blue. It seems I cannot keep my glamour intact, I was able to hold it for a little this morning but it keeps fading.”

“Give it time, not that I mind..I think you’re beautiful like this.”

He hums behind you, the sound making you turn around in his arms so you are facing him.

“You are beautiful Loki, I need you to know that.”

He gives you a small smile, “if you say so darling..”

You tug is hair, “I know so..” you wrap your legs around his waist and kiss him.

“We shouldn’t…you are still healing.”

“So are you but I think some sexual healing is exactly what we need.” You continue to kiss him, you slide your tongue in his mouth to try and get him to respond.

His resolve broke and he moans in your mouth as feels your pussy rub against his hardening cock.

“Mmmm are you sure my love? I can wait..I just…” you kiss him to silence him, at the same time you reach down and grab his fat cock and rub it against your entrance. You thrust your hips forward and you finally feel him breach you.

“Ohhh…so tight…so hot…my love your pussy feels…ohh Gods…y/n.”

“Fuck Loki..” his cock was a shock of cold at first but then every thrust made you feel so much pleasure you were close to tears.

“Loki..Loki…you feel so fucking good.”

He turns you both so your back in against the edge of the tub and he starts to thrust into you harder.

“Y/n…youfeels so good…I’m not going to last much…mmhmm..longer…ahh..”

Between his words and the temperature difference from his cock and your pussy your orgasm ripped through you. You can feel yourself convulse around him, it felt like it lasted forever and all you could do was hold on for dear life as he thrusted. His hands were now braced behind you on the tub so he can have more leverage. Your hands are wrapped around his neck, legs still wrapped around his waist. 

His thrusts get slower and you feel him start to shake, you turn your head to kiss his ear and whisper, “baby?…” his shoulders start to shake… you try and get his attention again. This time you turn his face towards yours and you see he’s crying.

“Hey…what’s wrong?”

“I almost lost you…” his thrusts stop completely and it was like the damn broke, he sobbed and sobbed and all you could do was hold him.

“Shushh…shushh my love..I’m here.”

“I need you to promise me you won’t do something foolish like that again..”

“I can’t promise that, I will never promise that..I love you Loki and I protect you as fiercely as you protect me.”

He closes his red eyes and leans his forehead on your shoulder.

You push him off of you and he looks confused, you move you both over to the bench inside the tub and sit him down. Once he’s in position you grab his cock again and sit in his lap putting him inside of you.

He moans when he enters you and you grab him by the face, “I love you..always.”

“I love you y/n…always..”

You ride him soft and slow and then he grabs your hips and starts to help bringing you to a faster pace and harder thrusts.

“Y/n…I’m going to cum..ahh..fuck…”

“Cum baby, cum in your hot pussy. I’ve been waiting to feel you for so long..please..”

Again the hot and cold difference made another orgasm hit you, when he cums his essence his cold so it cools down the fire burning inside of you. The feeling was intoxicating. 

“Ohh…by the nine..we’ll have to revisit that…your pussy feels like Valhalla..”

“Oh yea..we’re definitely doing this again..”

You look at his face and smile, “I love you.”

He smiles, “I love you.”

To be continued…

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[simplyholl]

Frozen Stiff

Summary: Captured by the Frost Giants, your time on Jotunheim gets interesting.

Pairing: Jotun Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Loss of virginity. Size kink. Somnophilia.

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You really did it this time. Your father instructed everyone stay in their homes this night. Loki, king of the Frost Giants had warned your father, King Erik, king of the elves that he would be coming through Alfheim. If anyone was caught outside, they would be considered an enemy, and taken prisoner.

Your father’s royal decree had went in one ear and out the other. You were considered a trouble maker. Not because of anything you had done consciously. Trouble seemed to follow wherever you went. You were so unlike your sister, the future queen of Alfheim, and no one let you forget that.

She was tucked away safely in her chambers with the door locked. Here you were, hiding in the bushes outside the palace. You wanted to get a good look at the Frost Giants. You had never seen one in person, and you didn’t think the view from your chambers would do them any justice.

Loud footsteps echoed throughout the forest as they stomped through. The trees were shaking with each step they took, the force of their large bodies leaving holes in the ground where they walked. They were approaching quickly. You really should run back in the palace, but you were frozen. The first few Jotuns walk by and you’re stunned.

They are even bigger than you imagined. Then you see him, King Loki. He struts through and a wild thought comes to you. He’s beautiful. You had always been taught that the Frost Giants were ugly beasts that would take misbehaving children in the night. They seemed nice enough. King Loki had even given your father warning before passing through. He and the last three giants walk passed you and you count the seconds before you can run back inside.

Woof

You look beside you terrified. Your sister’s dog, Arnie, pants beside you, tail wagging.

Woof

He barks again. You grab him, trying your best to shush him. But it’s too late. He’s gained their attention. They turn back around, looking toward the bushes you are hiding in. You sink lower to the ground, trying to shove your body under the bush. You close your eyes, hoping if you can’t see them, they can’t see you.

But their footsteps shake the ground as they come closer. “What have we here?” One of them growls, picking you up with one hand. “We found a spy, your highness.”

“Bring him to me.” King Loki demands. You squeak as you are dropped from one huge hand into another. You shiver, the temperature of his skin is colder than you could have imagined. “Not a he, but a she.” He says amused, as he looks closely at you.

“What are you doing out here, little mouse? I warned your king that we would take anyone we found outside prisoner.” You swallow, trying to seem braver than you felt. “My father, King Erik, he did command the whole village to stay inside, your highness. I was simply curious and I wanted to see you for myself.”

Loki looks at you in the palm of his hand, amusement dancing on his features. “Your father, the king? So that makes you a princess? Are you the heir to the throne?” You shake your head. “No, your highness, that would be my sister.” You introduce yourself hoping it will get you out of this situation.

“A princess for a prisoner. What an interesting day it’s turning out to be.” He sneers. “No, wait!” You protest. He closes his hand around you, silencing you. When you arrive in Jotunheim, you are brought to a room with a giant bed, huge fluffy pillows, and a roaring fireplace. King Loki places you on the bed.

“This isn’t normally how I treat my prisoners, but you are still a princess. As long as you obey me, you may stay in this room and avoid the dungeon. You are free to walk around, and I will let everyone know that no harm is to come to you. Am I understood?”

“Yyyyesss” You stutter, you had been freezing the entire trip. You run to the fireplace, rubbing your hands together in an effort to get warm. Loki studies you, his red eyes lingering on your sheer nightgown. You really didn’t plan on getting captured when you went out, so you didn’t bother with putting on a proper dress.

You regret that decision now as his gaze lands on your breasts, heaving on your shaking form. He could see everything through the nightgown, and he was already looking, so you didn’t bother with attempting to cover yourself. “I’ll have someone make you proper clothing. In the meantime, there are extra blankets in the closet.” He walks out, leaving you with your thoughts.

Months had passed and you were settling into your new home. No one treated you like a prisoner, and you decided for once in your life to stay out of trouble. You had been given a job in the palace kitchen and you were making new friends. You were actually starting to like it here.

You giggle as your closest friend Marta, asks about your sex life. As a princess, you had to save yourself for whoever your father chose for you. You knew very little about the act itself. But Marta filled you in. She answered every question you had without judging you, and she even gave you some tips. The most shocking part was learning that a male might want to kiss you between your thighs. Marta told you there was nothing like it, so you couldn’t help fantasizing about it the rest of the day. When you laid your head down to rest, your tried to think of more questions for Marta.

The door to your room squeaked open. King Loki walked in, shutting it behind him. He gently removed the blankets from your sleeping form. You were wearing the nightgown from the first night you met him. He reaches out, his long finger grazing your nipple. The chill from his skin causing it to harden under his touch. You sigh from his attention, but don’t wake up. He carefully spreads your legs, laying down between them. His cold tongue meets your center, and you buck your hips toward him. He takes this as an invitation, long tongue lapping between your thighs.

You jump up, searching your room for him, but he’s not there. It was all a dream. You confide in Marta about it and she says it must be your conversation. It made its way into your subconscious. But you didn’t talk to Marta about it the next night when you had it or the next night. Weeks had passed and still, you had the same dream every night. It made it awkward for you when you had to serve King Loki his meals.

“King Loki has requested you serve his dessert in his chambers.” Marta told you, handing you the tray piled high with pastries, cakes, and fruit. You knock on his door, waiting for his instruction to enter. When he calls for you to come in, you bow to him. “My king, I’ve brought your dessert.” He’s propped up on his bed, gesturing for you to place it on a table by the window.

He’s so big, he nearly takes up all the room on the large bed. His muscled blue form has been the object of your fantasies for a while now. “Remove your dress, and get on the bed.” He demands. You drop the metal tray on the table. “Excuse me, your highness. I must have misheard you.”

He pats the bed, “You heard correctly, little mouse. I know you desire me. You dream of me every night. I’m only rewarding your good behavior.” You fight the urge to pinch yourself. You must be dreaming. “How did you know about that?” You manage to mumble. “I know all, little one. You can hide nothing from me.”

He beckons you with his thick finger. You do as he instructed, removing your dress and getting on the bed with him. He lifts you with one hand, hovering you above his face. “Wha- what are you doing?” You stammer. “I’m having my dessert.” He quips placing you on his mouth. His long, cold tongue covers your center. You shiver from the chill. His velvety muscle curls beneath your clit, flicking it.

He treats you like a porcelain doll, holding you as if you might break. He could easily crush you without trying. You really were like his own personal doll. He enters your untouched flesh with his tongue, rocking you back and forth on it. Your small hands wrap around his fingers, trying to ground yourself. He drinks you like it’s water, the icy muscle tipping you over the edge, making your toes curl.

He suddenly tosses you on your back, his bulky form trapping you beneath him. He settles between your thighs. They start aching as he spreads them as wide as he can. It’s still not wide enough to accommodate him. So he pushes your knees to your chest, his gigantic cock nudging your center.

The thought of ruining such a small, delicate woman driving him mad with lust. “I’ll split you in half, little mouse. You would like that wouldn’t you?” Your still dazed from your orgasm, so you only hum in response. “My sweet princess is cock drunk and she hasn’t had any cock yet.” You nod, reaching for him. “I am the first to touch you, correct?” Another hum to confirm.

You gasp when he dips a large finger inside you, curling it upwards. “I have to get you ready.” He explains. As he works his skilled finger inside you, you rock your hips, hungry for more. You whine as he removes his digit from you, but you’re not left wanting for long. He thrusts into you, and you scream. He stretches you, and you try to adjust to his size. You feel him bottom out and you wiggle to get more comfortable.

Tears fall down your cheeks, the stinging not subsiding. “My poor princess. I’m too much for her. It’s only the tip, my sweet girl.” He gently traces the outline of his cock bulging in your stomach. Loki presses on it. “I can see myself protruding out of your stomach, little one. Do you know how feral that makes me? Such a small creature struggling to take the head of my cock.”

He tilts his hips, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. Goosebumps line your arms when you feel his breath on your ear. “You’re doing so good for me, my little princess. You feel incredible. I’ll keep you forever, my little plaything.” You whimper at his words, a gush of arousal soaking him. He moans, looking at your fucked out expression. He wraps his enormous hand around your waist, thrusting you down on him, faster.

Loki roars as he releases inside you. He pulls out, spreading your now limp legs. “I want to see me dripping out of you.” He lowers his head, black tresses covering your stomach as his icy tongue laps at you once more. “What a delicious mess you made.” He coos.

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[joyful-enchantress]

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

banner created by the amazing @springdandelixn

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

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

Word Count: 3182

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His heat.

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

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

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

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

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

————

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

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

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

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

Your heart broke for him in that moment.

“Why does it last so long, Loki?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What…?” He looked at you, perplexed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

————

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

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

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

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

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

Was this it? Was tonight the night?

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

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

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

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

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

You could do this.

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

"Loki... can I come in?"

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

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

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

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

Good thing you had no plans of going back.

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

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

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

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

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

And that was all the permission he needed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you didn't dare.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His rhythm became sloppy and you knew he was close.

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

He looked away from you, ashamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Darling?"

"Yes, Loki?"

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

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

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

Spring was definitely your favorite season.

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[clandestineloki]

cw: tub sex (slightly big tub fit for two people and loki's monster cock), fingering, praise kink, overstimulation, soft but mean!dom loki, subspace subspace subspace

"ssh," loki chuckles, kissing your forehead and laying you down, his cock sliding out of your spent hole. you whimper, sensitive from all the orgasms he just gave you.

"i know, i know, i did very well," he teases, knowing you don't have the strength to hit him with a pillow. you laugh, though, and your chest heaves as you catch your breath, your thighs still twitching from overstimulation.

loki giggles, brushing some of your hair back as he kisses the spot under your eye. "i'll get to running you a bath, dear. get some sleep for now, little dove~"

you smile and nod, and he puts on a pair of pants as he heads into the bathroom.

a few seconds pass and you suddenly get this impatient feeling, one where you want him to come back and smother you in kisses and whispers and hugs and all the love he can give... what is this? why are you suddenly so clingy now?

whatever it is has you hopping off the bed and picking up your robe, tying it around your waist as you walk to the bathroom, half-hiding by the door frame as you meekly watch your lover turn on the tap to fill the tub, his back to you as he waits for it to fill up.

it's quite fascinating to watch him do this, you've never seen him set up your bath before. usually you fall asleep or are just too weak to get up, so you have no idea what loki does that makes these baths so relaxing.

he fishes through the drawer and pulls out a jar of flower petals, scattering them in the water.

it makes you think of how well he takes care of you, always insisting it's the least he can do to repay you for "being such a sweet angel" and "obeying him like a good girl". though you protest every single night, he never seems to give in, pressing a finger to your lips to silence your whining.

you peek a little more as he takes a scoop of some bath powder and salt and pours it in the tub, a light fizzing sound tickling your ears sweetly.

loki stretches, groaning lightly as his back muscles tense, and he turns to you.

"oh, hello there~"

he grins cheekily, and you gasp, almost darting off in embarrassment, ashamed you got caught. but he's quicker, and vanishes from his spot just as you feel two arms wrapping around you from behind.

"loki-!" you yelp. he laughs loudly, lifting you up over his shoulder and lightly squeezing your butt. you squeal, only making him more amused.

"there we go," he huffs, setting you down on the counter. "now, what is my darling, sweetheart, pretty angel doing out of bed?" he pecks your lips, waiting for an answer.

"i just wanted to watch you," you mumble.

"mm." he nods, though he doubts that's all to it. "this came unprompted, love?"

"yeah," you hum, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer. "just wanted to see you."

he tilts his head curiously as you sink into his bare chest. "you just wanted to see me? it hasn't even been a minute."

you don't reply. he senses something a little different in the way you act, but he pulls back, kissing your nose and lifting you up into a princess carry anyway.

"well, do you still want the bath?"

you nod, clinging to him tighter. he sighs fondly, making his way to the tub and setting you down in the foamy water.

god, it feels super warm against your sore hips and legs. you whimper in satisfaction, sinking further into the tub as loki laughs.

"feels good, baby?" he asks, and you nod, ever so grateful.

loki takes off his pants, sitting down behind you and sighing in relaxation.

he opens his eyes and laughs when he sees you almost fully soaked in the water, sighing again at the refreshing feeling. you rise back up, eyes squinted, hair wet and covered in orange petals and he internally swoons at just how cute you are.

"how are you feeling?" loki asks, moving to hover above you.

"okay," you mumble shyly, smiling up at him.

"just okay?" loki kisses your neck, reveling in the way you try to hide your tiny noises of pleasure.

his fingers trace your thigh as he sucks at your sensitive spot just under your jaw.

"well, i hope you can take my fingers for just a bit more, i'd like to give you a little... reward~"

your eyes widen as you feel his fingers just barely grazing your most sensitive areas. "reward? but we- we just-"

"ssh," he soothes you, nuzzling into your neck. "i know, but i can't help it when you're being so good for me."

he reassuringly squeezes your hand, before pushing your chest so you fully lay back on him. "stay still for me, angel."

"o-okay," you mumble, and he laughs, playfully nipping your cheek, then tracing his tongue over it and doing it again while his fingers slowly work their way inside you.

"is that alright?" he asks lowly, his fingers completely still inside you as he gauges your expression.

you whimper, his voice making you pulse around his digits. "still- still okay," your legs twitching from the slightest stimulation.

loki chuckles, his kisses moving slowly towards your ear as he sucks harder, seeing that you're already so sensitive. he can't not milk you until you're crying, he just can't, you're just too irresistible.

he feels you weakly grip his thigh the moment he moves his fingers inside of you. this must feel heavenly for you, he thinks with a smirk, as you shiver and mewl weakly.

"loki-!" you cry softly, eyes burning with pleasure as he nudges at your sensitive spot again and again. he goes in deeper, eliciting another broken whimper of his name as a singular tear leaks from your pretty, glassy eyes.

you come within seconds, already so sensitive from earlier, and in the perfect headspace for a single touch to make you go crazy and mumble little loki, pleases, and sob softly, no more-

"hmm? more?" he asks teasingly. he knows what he's doing to you, tiring you out until you can't object so he can towel you off and bring you back to bed and use you as his cute little cocksleeve until you pass out, dripping with his essence and twitching in pleasure, the pillows wet with your tears.

he knew what you wanted from the start, even before you did: from the moment he saw your tiny frame in the bathroom doorway. that meek energy he could practically feel, the shy submissiveness in your eyes that he knew all too well, that gives him the sign to make you forget anything but his name and the way he makes you feel.

he's built it up all this time: pampering you and treating you so delicately, kissing you and praising you until you ultimately melted in his arms and gave in to that warm feeling blooming inside you.

it's all planned, except for the way his heart beats so loudly whenever you do anything so adorable.

that's new every single night.

that's why he makes sure to only ever give you the best things, like a nice, soothing bath and more orgasms than your poor little hole can handle.

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[holdmytesseract]

Catch Me If You Can

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

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

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

Word Count: 2,2k

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

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

A cakewalk.

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

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

It got cold.

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

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

Nothing. Yet.

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

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

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

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

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

You smirked; quickly making a sharp left turn.

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

Exactly where I wanted to lure him.

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

Got you.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

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

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

And then everything happened fast.

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

"Got you, my queen."

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

A dark velvet voice purred from above you.

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

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

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

"Mhh," you purred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Focus, Y/N, focus.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You watched your husband's head snap into your direction; fierce ruby eyes scanning the area. He froze in all his movements for a moment; just listening and observing, before he started to walk straight towards the tree you were hiding in.

You prepared yourself for the final step of your plan; getting into position and loosening the rope attached to your belt.

When Loki was in earshot, you reached above yourself and broke a twig into two, gaining his attention. After all, you needed to make sure that he was walking past this oak.

He took the bait.

Smirking, you climbed into position and directed your gaze beneath you. The king had learned to move quietly as well, but nevertheless you could hear his heavy boots crushing the small twigs and leafs underneath their weight. After all, he was taller, stronger and bulkier than you.

His steps got closer and closer, until he was right underneath the branch you were sitting on - and that was your sign.

You jumped - and landed directly on your husband.

The force of your jump swept the Jotun king off his feet, causing him to land on his butt with a yelp for the second time today. Loki didn't hurt himself, but was way too shocked at what just happened to react. When his brain finally caught up, you had already tied the rope you carried with you around his wrists. Makeshift cuffs.

"Got you, my king," you said with a smile; copying his words. "Again, might I add." You winked at Loki; standing up.

The king sighed and shook his head. "What a tragedy... The best warrior of Jotunheim, defeated by a woman... But your victory is highly deserved. You always had the upper hand."

Loki stayed quite for a moment, before he gazed up at you and gave you a smouldering look, accompanied by a sly smirk. "I came here to win, but..." He inhaled deeply; licking his lips. "Losing to you, my darling wife is so much more fun..." He wiggled his eyebrows and lifted his cuffed hands.

He really likes this.

You giggled and bit your lip. "Uhh, does the powerful king of Jotunheim likes being cuffed?" A dark, sexy chuckle left Loki's lips, which almost caused your knees to buckle. "If it's by his queen, then yes." An idea formed suddenly in your mind at his words. You smiled.

"Be careful what you wish for, husband," you leaned down to whisper into Loki's ears. It sent a shiver down his spine. You could tell.

You reached for the loose end of the rope and tucked at it. "Stand up, prisoner. Time to bring you back where you belong to." You winked at your husband; telling him subtly to play along, if he wished to - and he did. Following your orders, he stood up. "Yes, my queen."

You led him through the Asgardian woods then, back to the palace. It was pitch-dark when you reached the majestic building. Without further ado, you brought him not to the dungeons, of course, but to your chambers...

As soon as the thick, wooden door fell shut behind you and him, your lips were on his; kissing Loki passionately. With one hand still wrapped tightly around the loose end of the rope and the other resting on the strong muscle of his right pectoral, you pushed him backwards; navigating your husband where you wanted him to be - on the bed. Loki let you, of course; was way too lost in the kiss - until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, causing him to fall back.

Ruby eyes stared up to you as he chuckled. "I see I am back where I belong..." Loki mirrored your words and climbed further onto the soft mattress; smiling smugly. "I like that. Do I get a reward now for all the efforts and exertions I had to endure on this little... chase?"

"A reward?" You asked; rounding the bed.

"Oh yes."

"Hmm..." You hummed in a thinking manner; climbing on the bed, too. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" The question had barely left your lips as your hand landed on his muscular thigh. Loki's eyes snapped to where your palm met his flesh. He grinned.

"Can't you tell, my queen?"

Loki's breath hitched; hips involuntarily bucking.

You knew, of course, exactly what he meant. The tight leather loincloth around his hips didn't leave much... space after all.

"Oh, I can tell, prisoner. It's quite obvious, but..." You let your hand glide upwards; ghosting shortly over the obvious evidence.

"I'd like to hear you say it," you purred.

You smiled; pushed him back on his back. "And what would you like as a reward?" "Untie my hands and I'll show you." Loki winked.

Loki took a deep breath; smirking. "Mhhh, a woman who knows what she wants... I like that, too." He adjusted himself on the bed; tried to seductively lay on his side - which wasn't easy being handcuffed.

"May I receive an reward for my fearless bravery?"

Biting your lip, you climbed on top of Loki; settling on his lap - which caused an almost obscene groan to leave his lips.

"No."

Your answer was short and strict and before Loki could blink or even react, he found himself cuffed to the big, comfortable bed; wrists strapped to the bedpost.

"You see, prisoner... I won this little game. Fair and square. So, this..." You gestured towards him, then placed your pointer finger on the skin between his pecs; slowly running it down his chest and abs. "This is my reward. Tonight, I am in control."

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[thirsty4villains]

Cool Heat

Summary: You're an assistant for the Avengers. Loki has been hiding up in his room for the past week. You go to check on him and he's reverted back to his Jotun form, but he's not quite himself. The two of you discover that Jotuns go into cycles of heat, and Loki hasn't been in his Jotun form for over a millennia...

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Mentions of dubcon

Tags: Loki lives in Stark Tower with the Avengers, PIV, smut, humor, romance, Jotun!Loki, dom!Loki, spanking, more tags to be added

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Notes: THANK YOU GUYS FOR BEING SO PATIENT, I'm sorry this chapter took so long to roll out. Real life stuff, I hope y'all understand. Please enjoy!

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CHAPTER 4

You woke up feeling more rested than you did most mornings. If you knew Loki was this good at sex you may have hit him up earlier. Asshole or no, he knew what he was doing. Last night’s events replayed in your head repeatedly: your dream that wasn’t a dream, your conversation, and ultimately the conclusion. They spun around in your head as you tried to assess because it was hard to believe that you had sex with Loki. You also wondered, was it wrong that you weren’t angry at him for having sex while you were unconscious? It definitely wasn’t right of him, but you’d been feeling so lonely and horny – horny for him – that you didn’t care. You quite enjoyed it, actually.

After mulling these thoughts, you took a shower, got dressed, and threw the sheets in the washer. It was nearing 11:00 am on a Tuesday. Shit, you were supposed to submit some reports to Coulson by nine!

You ran to the elevator and went back up to the penthouse. Gathering your paperwork and opening your laptop, you opened up the S.H.I.E.L.D. database and began uploading the work you should have submitted two hours ago. Thankfully, there were no text messages, emails in your inbox, or missed calls on your phone, so Coulson must be preoccupied this morning. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice the time stamp that read 11:28am.

In this moment you were eternally grateful the majority of your work was remote because if you came into S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters three hours late because you slept in, Fury would have your head.

With that problem finished, you went to check on Loki. Back down in the bedroom areas, you stood in the hallway and knocked on his bedroom door. A sense of deja vu swept over you.

“Come in,” the god’s voice said behind the door.

The knob turned and you entered Loki’s room. He sat on his bed, staring at the wall opposite him. He seemed not all there.

“Loki?” you asked. “How are you feeling?”

“Not worse, but not better, either.”

“So you’re still..?”

“Still enormously frustrated sexually? Yes.”

A wave of insecurity washed over you. “It wasn’t… bad, was it?”

He shook his head. “Quite the contrary, it was exactly what I needed. I felt better, instantly. But it came back as soon as I awoke this morning. The fundamental issue I am facing, however, is this dreaded blue color – and these horns. I cannot will this form away with magic no matter how hard I try.”

You apologized for his state.

“Are you not disgusted by me?” the god asked. “After last night?”

“I already told you that it’s okay, you weren’t yourself,” you said.

“I also meant… after.”

“Like, the actual sex?”

He nodded.

“Are you not disgusted by this brutish, carnal form? How rough I was with you. These horns… these claws…” He sneered after looking at his own nails.

“No.” You blushed. “It was really hot, actually.”

For the first time in days, he laughed an actual, genuine laugh. “Sincerely? You human women are so strange. No Asgardian woman in their right mind would bed a Jotun.”

“Their loss,” you said.

He furrowed his eyebrow at you but also, perhaps there was a hint of a smile?

“No matter, my predicament is… URGH!”

Out of nowhere, Loki curled his right hand into a fist and punched the wall. Little pieces of drywall flew outward. Loki retracted his hand and a fist-sized hole was left behind in its wake. He dusted off a thin layer of powder from his knuckles.

You jumped back. “What was that?!”

Loki’s shoulders heaved. “I don’t know! That’s the problem! I don’t know. I have no clue why this is happening now, and why it’s so drastic. I get these changes in mood, like I’m nothing but an adolescent again who cannot even master his own emotions. I feel virile yet emasculated. We had intercourse, so why was it not enough?”

He punched the wall a second time. With gritted teeth and labored breaths he stared at it and you were unsure if the god was lost in thought or would lose his temper entirely. You watched his pecs and the dark blue ridges upon his body move up and down with his breaths. His lean arms, the biceps on them; those horns, those eyes…

Okay, snap back to reality. Loki’s having a crisis. Sex is the only thing that made him feel himself again, even if it was just for a few hours. Like he said, he was in heat; maybe just one go isn’t enough to get the job done.

“Well, we know what we have to do, then.” You outstretched your arms, offering yourself.

He turned from the wall. “What are you –”

“What position do you want me in, Loki?” You interrupted, asserting yourself. You fought the blush creeping up your cheeks. “On my back? On my side? Do you want me to blow you first? Pick one. You want to fix this, right?”

Loki stood there in shock; examining your face, your body language. Or was he checking you out? He dropped his fist that was prepping to punch the wall and his lips stretched into a devious grin.

“On the bed, all fours.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” you replied.

Stripping yourself of your clothes, you approached his bed, staying in the crawling position upon his mattress.

To your side he stripped as well, and he was already rock hard. That blueish purple cock sprang from his pants, rearing to go. He climbed onto the bed behind you, examining your backside. You jolted forward as his cold hands touched your thighs. You’d forgotten how cold he felt. His icy fingers traced the smooth skin of your legs.

Then out of nowhere, he spanked you. A cold, red handprint decorated your bottom.

You gave a small screech, jolting forward again – both from the low temperature and the sudden smack.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm,” you muttered, nodding.

Another smack, and this next screech was mixed with a moan.

“Your assertiveness was quite endearing, but remember your tone when speaking to your king.”

He spanked your ass again.

“My – my king?” you asked.

“Yes, your king. Did I not mention to you the other day that I was kept as a bargain by Odin? I wasn’t any Jotun child, I was Laufey’s son, the king of the Jotuns.”

Another spanking. You felt yourself grow wet amidst the pain.

“N – no, you didn’t mention that part.”

“Though I failed to conquer Earth, and Thor is the first heir to Asgard, since Laufey is dead I am still a king in my own right – of Jotunheim.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, my king.”

He gave you one last spanking, a lighter smack, a playful one. “I forgive you,” he said, lowering himself over your back, so his lips could graze your ear. He placed his hands on your butt, to soothe the irritated skin. The iciness felt good but you also squirmed due to your skin being so sensitive there.

With his new position, his cock rested against your cunt. You prevented yourself from lurching forward. He rubbed the cold member against your lips.

“Now your king shall claim what is his.”

Without further warning, Loki penetrated your opening, sinking completely within you. His chilly member made you clench around him. You gasped as you acclimated to him. Oh god, he was big. You didn’t know how you could forget since the last time you fucked him was literally hours ago, yet you were still in awe. His cool, dextrous fingers brushed your hips, finding the perfect place to grip in order to rail you. Then, he moved within you, and you already felt your juices coating him and your own thighs. Completely at his mercy, you allowed him to take all of you, as you kneeled on the bed, all fours, like an animal. He slipped in and out of your cunt at a deliciously fast pace, hitting the right spot every time. Your arms barely kept upright as you tried to keep up the weight of yourself and your balance as the god of mischief rocked your body.

While fucking you, Loki removed one hand from your hip to grasp your hair and tugged. Your head tilted backward so that you were forced to look straight forward instead of below. On one hand you could count how many times you were in Loki’s room, and you didn’t realize until now that he had a mirror mounted above the bed frame, so when he pulled your hair you were forced to look at the scene. You, your tits hanging, on hands and knees, and the blue god of mischief with one hand fisted in your hair and his cock taking you for all you’re worth. His mouth flashed a devious smile as your eyes connected through the mirror, and his red eyes gleamed of hunger and dominance. He tightened his fist in your hair and spoke.

“Enjoying the view?”

In your pleasure you found it difficult to form words.

He spanked your ass. The combination of that, your hair, the view ahead, and your cunt sent sparks through your body. A high-pitched moan escaped your lips.

“I asked you a question.”

Your legs quaked like jello, but you managed to say: “Yes!”

The light in the god’s eyes danced. Another smile graced his face, “Good.” 

He released your hair. Your head fell forward again, your arms collapsed underneath you, and now your face was buried in the mattress. With nothing but your ass in the air, Loki continued to drive into your pussy, chuckling at the state of you; tired, splayed out, and completely surrendered to him. He gave another playful spanking on your behind.

You gathered the blankets underneath, balling them in your fists as Loki delivered your pleasure unto you. All you could do was hold on, listen to the sounds of his hips slapping your skin and the wet noises of furious lovemaking, and praise his body into the bed. Your legs, before jello, were now an autumn leaf shaking in the wind and you knew you were so close. Loki dug his claws into your hips, claiming you once again and you were gone. Shouting into the blankets, your cunt tensed before finally releasing, and you climaxed on the god’s cold, pulsing cock; riding the waves and yet somehow keeping your ass in the air.

Your climax, however, was the catalyst for his own and Loki burst within you, sending a final few thrusts into your hole. He filled you again, uttering his own release to the heavens. Then you both collapsed onto the bed.

When he found the strength to roll off you, you excused yourself to his bathroom to clean up. After that, as well as re-brushing your hair and getting dressed, you entered his bedroom again to find him on the bed reading a book. Loki was still naked as the day he was born. One long, lean blue leg was crossed over the other as he lay back. Your eyes traced the ridges of his Jotun form up along his toned body, then up his face and ending at the curve of his horns. His eyelashes fluttered against his ruby-red eyes. How in the world did he see himself ugly in this form?

You spoke up: “It’s getting close to afternoon. I’m gonna make breakfast. Want anything?”

Loki looked up from his book and nodded. “Yes, I’ll be up in a minute. I’ll have whatever you are having.”

“Cool,” you said, returning upstairs to the penthouse.

In the kitchen you pulled out the cookware and ingredients to make scrambled eggs and hash browns. The items sizzled on the pans, filling the kitchen with the aroma of eggs, potatoes, and spices. Your stomach growled in approval and restlessness. Loki joined shortly behind you, now clothed in his usual garb of black and green. His horns stood high and mighty, even regal, atop his head, cutting through the air.

“This is the first time I have been out in this state at midday in nearly a fortnight,” Loki remarked. He looked around the room, almost as if he’d forgotten what it looked like bathed in noon’s light. 

“That’s rough. I’m sorry,” you said. “How do you feel now?”

“Better – much. I had thought I would need intercourse once and this would go away. Now, I am not so sure. I am hoping… soon.”

You nodded. “Yeah, especially since we don’t know when the others will come back from that mission, and if you’re still ‘sick’,” you airquoted. “...by the time they get back, I’m pretty sure they’re going to start getting nosy, maybe even suspicious.”

Loki growled, not enthused by that thought. A slight tingle tickled your southern area. Instantly, you wondered: were you an asshole for being attracted to his irritability? It’s not like you meant to, but the growling was, well…

“Do you need help with the cooking?” Loki said, interrupting your thoughts.

“Yes, thank you.” Good distraction from that moral dilemma. Thank you, Loki. “Actually, could you help clean up? Put some of the things away for me while I watch the stove?”

The god nodded and proceeded to help with his tasks. Cabinets were opened and closed as he put the spices away, he went and washed the silverware you weren’t using anymore, and threw the eggshells and other trash in the garbage. The food would be ready in just a few minutes.

The kitchen grew quiet again when he finished. So quiet, you thought he may have slinked off somewhere – to the bathroom or something. Until you felt a pair of hands on your hips.

“And you are well after our encounters?” he asked, his voice low and husky. His cool breath tickled your ear. 

One of his hands moved lower, cupping your ass slightly. A jolt of electricity flowed through you. He had you pinned between his front and the kitchen counter.

“The eggs,” you said in protest. 

“What about the eggs?” he quipped, squeezing you lightly.

“They’ll burn. Don’t distract me.”

“Then don’t get distracted.”

Loki proceeded to move his other hand to your other ass cheek, kneading both hands on your behind through your shorts. His mouth lowered closer to you, gliding his cold tongue against your neck. The hairs on your arms stood on their ends, goosebumps budding. The god licked slowly, deliberately. You shivered and Loki chuckled lightly against your skin. He bared his teeth -- his fangs -- and grazed the points over your carotid.

You tried to pay attention to the cooking food; flipping over the eggs, watching the potatoes, adjusting the heat as necessary. However, you were facing much difficulty ignoring the rising heat within your body.

Loki switched between teeth and tongue, lapping and nipping at your neck. You gasped when he bit your earlobe, smoothing over the pain with another lick. One of his hands moved to your front, sneaking underneath your shorts and underwear to play with you. His fingers toyed with your slit, wetting them in your slick and using his lubricated digits to circle your clit. You did your best to not lurch into the hot stove with his cold hands pleasuring you. Your hands gripped the handle on the oven as you moaned aloud.

“I told you not to get distracted,” the god teased. You opened your eyes – which you didn’t realize you’d even closed and quickly removed the eggs from the heat. The ends browned a bit, but they were nowhere close to burned; just a bit more cooked than you’d like them to be.

Your hands returned to the oven’s door handle, bracing yourself so your legs wouldn’t give in. Loki teased you mercilessly: one hand on your ass, the other playing with your clit, and his mouth, tongue, and lips attacking your neck and ear. You could already feel the hickey forming.

“Turn your head toward me,” the god urged.

You did, and met his gaze. He stole a kiss, deep and wanton, and cold; deliciously and illicitly cold. As you kissed, you realized this was your first one with him. A bit backwards, given you’d had sex twice before even kissing, but not unwanted. No, not unwanted at all. His kiss made you lightheaded and shivery, especially as he dove his tongue into your mouth. All this while he massaged your clit, soft and engorged and wet.

When the kiss broke, you took the hash browns off the heat too. “It’s hard to not get distracted when I can’t even see what’s in front of me.”

“Well, there’s no more distracting then, given the food’s done.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Loki yanked your shorts and underwear down your legs. They pooled at your ankles. He barely gave you any time to shake them off before parting your legs for him, exposing your opening for him, and he entered you swiftly. You gave a choked sound as you adjusted to him, his thick, chilly, irresistible cock planted within you. His hands moved; one on hip and the other under your shirt to pinch your nipples.

“I thought you were good,” you croaked.

“Oh, I’m more than good now,” Loki uttered as he began to move within you.

“I mean… We just fucked… not even twenty minutes ago, and already… Mmmf.” You bit your lip as he hit that sweet spot within you.

“What can I say? I finished cleaning up, then I began watching you. Your shorts barely covering your ass, accentuating your thighs, how your hair cascades down your shoulders. Something like a switch flipped inside me. I had to have you. You won’t deny me now, surely?”

“N – no.” Your thighs pressed together and your eyes shut closed. With anyone else this would be too much, but with him you didn’t find yourself growing tired, nor sore, nor overstimulated. Something about Loki, his touch, his voice made you want his sex just as much as he required it for his sanity.

So he fucked you there, on the kitchen counter, in front of the stove. The god of mischief thrusted into you, his chest pressed against your back. The chill of his skin radiated from his chest through your shirt, and of course his cold hands on your breasts and cock buried inside you aroused your senses and your attention. He drove his cock upward, and the best you could do was hold on for dear life as he fucked his divine jotun lechery into you. As they did when you were taken from behind, your thighs shook, your pussy clenched, and with a snap Loki spilled his frigid seed into you. His fingernails dug into your hips and teeth sunk into your neck as he completed his final thrusts, filling you with his load.

The two of you took a moment to catch your breaths. His chest rose and fell against your back, his wintry breath panting upon your skin. When he removed himself, a wet plop noise sounded as his cock exited you. His seed within you trickled down your legs, droplets of him dripping onto the tile floor. You moaned impatiently upon his removal, as you were still flushed with arousal. 

“Patience, woman,” the god spoke. “I am not yet done.”

Without warning, he grabbed you and moved you to an empty space on the counter. Placing you with your back against the granite, he lined his still erect cock with your entrance. His hands grabbed your ankles, resting them on the dip of his shoulders and again, he drove into you.

You screamed.

The frost giant god railed you with his cock, with complete and total access to your cunt, filling you to the brim. Within seconds, he hit the sweet spot within you at the perfect, fast, desperate pace, and you came on him. Your walls pulsed and contracted as you rode his cold member through your orgasm, screaming at the ceiling of Stark Tower. All the muscles in your body relaxed and you finally opened your eyes to see the face of a demon grinning lasciviously at you. His raven black hair rested upon his shoulders, a pretty contrast to his sapphire skin, and you watched him as he fucked you to a second completion.

A third time today – or was it fourth, since technically you fucked after midnight last night, and then this morning, and now… Your brain was too addled but yes, four was probably right. For a fourth time today, Loki came inside you, his member pulsating within you, ejaculating and filling you once again.

He bent down and bit your neck before separating. His scarlet eyes roamed over your body, entirely used and spent. He chuckled to himself. You must have been quite a sight at the moment, with your hair every which way and utterly drenched of him.

With a flick of his wrist, a golden hue emanated from his hands and then disappeared – the mess with it. All of his cum – on the counter, inside you, on the floor, vanished as if it had never existed. With a light head you carefully sat up and jumped down from the counter.

“You look like you’re about to faint,” Loki said.

“I’ll be fine, I just need food. It’s not customary for me to fuck multiple times before breakfast. I’m on an empty stomach right now and I just came three times in half an hour.”

You redressed yourself and plated the food. “Great, well, it’s almost cold now. You interested in cold eggs? ‘Cause that’s what we’re getting.”

“Are you saying you regret our tryst?” he teased.

“No. Yes… I don’t know. No, no I don’t regret it, but I don’t want cold breakfast either!”

You plopped your plate on the dining table harder than was necessary and sat in the chair, ready to eat your sad breakfast.

The god flicked his wrist again, and instantly steam emanated from your food. The smell of warm food filled your nostrils again and you devoured your breakfast.

“Would a ‘thank you’ hurt?”

“Fank you,” you said, mouth half-full.

Loki quirked an eyebrow at the utter impropriety. He redressed himself and joined you at the table.

“We are probably going to need to fuck once breakfast is finished. I’m already feeling the urge again.”

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” you muttered. This was the worst best problem you’ve ever encountered.

And he was true to his word. When the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher, Loki had you on the counter again.

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[lokisprettygirl]

Hear me now (Jotun Loki x Female reader AU) (18+)

Read chapter 27 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 28

Summary : You ease Bluey's insecurities in the best way you know how.

Warning: 18+ Smut, Sex, Freezer sex, it's happening you all, insecurities, self deprecation

Your eyes teared up as you heard his voice so weak and sad. 

"Why would you say that?" You caressed the marks on his cheek and he smiled but he surely didn't reach his eyes.

"I just, why would you want this when you can have something better? Something more normal, more acceptable?" He looked at you and you just wrapped your arms around his neck, then you placed soft kisses to comfort him.

"I fell in love with you bluey, I fell in love with this, I didn't know if you could ever look like us and I never cared for it because it didn't matter. It never came to my mind" you placed your head down on his shoulder and caressed the marks that ran from his delts to his forearms. 

"But you didn't know, now you do. Do you still want me like this instead of this?" He shifted back to his human form and your voice choked on a sob at the action. You got up from his lap and ran towards the bathroom. You wanted to comfort him, you didn't want him to hurt like this but how were you supposed to do it when his words cut you deeply. You loved him in his natural form, just the way he was born to be. He was beautiful, enigmatic, exotic and one of his kind, and that wasn't just because of his looks. It's just how you saw him, there was nobody else who could compete with him, not even his own human form. 

He quickly got up and turned into his jotun form again when he realised his mistake.

"Darling I'm sorry" you heard his sad little voice on the other side, so you opened the door quickly to run into his arms. He lifted you off the floor while his arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

"I am sorry, I didn't want to upset you" he whispered softly as he placed soft kisses on your neck.

"I'm not upset bluey, I'm just hurt that you think that..that you in your natural state doesn't deserve to be loved or picked over everyone else because I would pick my Bluey over anything in this whole universe, and that's my truth even if you don't believe it now" he pulled away from you and got down on his knees, then he wrapped his arms around you tightly as he sobbed his heart out. You didn't stop him, you just knew that this insecurity that he had wasn't new, it was several years of build up so you just wanted him to let it all out.

"I believe you darling, I do believe you, I love you, I was just afraid that you'd want to see me like that more and less of me like this" 

You dropped down on your knees as well and cupped his cheeks.

"I was thinking about something this morning. I really wanted to take you with me to Natasha's party. I didn't want to leave you alone here, I wanted you to join our friend's party but not once I thought of taking you there as anyone other than this, other than my Bluey, I pictured you there with me, I imagined holding hands and dancing with my blue handsome sexy god, not anybody else, I wasn't thinking about you looking different. I was only thinking about other people accepting you instead of wanting to hurt you or harm you" 

He wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head between the crook of your neck "You don't even know how beautiful you are to me Bluey, you accepted me just the way I was, never tried to change a thing about me. So is it really hard for you to believe that the woman you love might just want the same?" He shook his head as you said that. He does believe you, you're the only thing he believes in.

"Sorry, I am so sorry darling" he mumbled softly so you placed soft kisses on his neck again, that always calmed him down .

"Don't be baby, it's okay, I just want you to know how much you mean to me blu, you have been hurt before by Priscilla I know and I don't know what happened in your past but I know that you were made to feel this way. I'll never ever even think about–" 

Before you could finish your sentence he kissed you, he didn't want to hurt you any further. He didn't mean to insinuate something, he should have known that his precious girl would never pick anyone over him, not even his more acceptable form.

You wanted to use all the fancy words, write the essays and poems to describe his beauty but you weren't capable of giving him such a gift, you just hoped that he knew what he meant to you and how much you loved him in all his godly glory.

"Are you feeling okay now?" You asked him softly and he nodded so you smiled. 

"They let you off work early, didn't they? it's just 1 pm" he mumbled and you nodded.

"Thanks to the assjerk Tony stark I get to cuddle you and spend more time with you" he picked you up as you said that, making you giggle in response then he laid you down on the bed,

"Maybe I should take the work clothes off" he shook his head as you said that.

"Mmm if it was summer I'd get you all bare myself but I don't want you to freeze and I don't want you to move away so it's a no from me" you chuckled and snuggled into his chest while his fingers trailed over the side of your waist.

You wanted to take him to Bruce and Nat's engagement party but after the conversation you two just had, it didn't just feel right to ask him that.

Now that he knew how you felt about him and how you wanted to take him to the engagement party, he really had to think about what he would wear, he sneaked out of the bed, hoping you won't panic but just to be safe he wrote a note. He changed his form, went to Phil's, gave him a heart attack and then Phil took him to get something fit for an engagement party. When he came back you were still asleep and he smiled, he was glad because he really wanted to surprise you in the evening.

Around 6 you woke up and hugged him tightly as he was right next to you.

"Will you be okay here?" You asked him and he nodded. You got up as you had to leave in an hour. When you went to shower, he got himself dressed up. Phil got him a black t-shirt with a dark green blazer, and a fitted black trouser. He didn't have much time and he has never been to an engagement party before but he figured that Phil knew better.

When you came out your eyes widened, he had morphed into his human form, his hair was a curly mess but he was combing it. He looked really handsome you couldn't deny it, but what was he doing?

"Bluey?" He turned to look at you and smiled.

"It's Luke my darling, I am your date for the evening" your eyes teared up at the gesture. You walked closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck

"I do like your style Mister Luke umm?" 

"Luke Laufeyson" he finished your sentence and you chuckled "And unfortunately I can't take credit for it, it's all Phil's doing" 

"You went shopping?" You asked him and he nodded

"Don't worry darling, I want to do all those things that you mentioned. I want to go out with you and join our friends on such an auspicious day. The world is not ready for Bluey but it sure can be Luke right ? You accept me the way I am and that's enough for me" you hugged him tightly, his words soared your heart, you sighed as he caressed your back softly

"Besides I'm still the same bluey darling, your bluey" you pecked on his lips, it was different kissing him like this, but it was him and you did love his every form. He could turn into a giant worm and you'd still love him, you hated worms so that was something because no matter what shape he takes, your Bluey would be in there eager to give love.

"You are the best, remind me if someday I start acting as if I'm not the most blessed person on earth, wait no, not earth, whole realms, how many are there again?" You asked him and he smiled. He loves you so much. His little darling.

"Nine my sweetheart" he chuckled and you gasped. Nine realms, trillions of people and he chose you. Blessed indeed.

He didn't just shop for himself but also got a matching green dress for you, it was cold out there so he also put a long overcoat on you..

The party was at Bruce's house and at first Nat and Bruce seemed so confused but when you told them, they truly were mind blown. Nonetheless they were happy to have the whole gang together. You looked around and recognised some doctors from the facility. It was awkward but you tried to keep your focus on your man. He was a sight to behold even in this form but damn you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss his blue skin and red glowy eyes. You couldn't wait to get him home and shower him in three months worth of love, you were done taking it slow, it's been three days and you craved him desperately so you were going to feast on him tonight.

When you two got back home, he perceived your mood really well. The erotic caressing all the way back home, the flirting, the naughty whispers in his ears were enough of an indication.

 You looked at him as you stood next to the freezer, his eyes seemed so soft, so full of love, as if it was hard for him to contain all those feelings he felt for you in those tiny irises.

You took off your heels slowly, then slid your coat down slowly. The cold air hit you suddenly, making you shiver. He walked closer to you and pressed you against the freezer while his lips clashed with yours. It made you burn and freeze simultaneously, he smothered you but also liberated you. He made you levitate as if you were in a beautiful vivid dream but at the same he kept your feet firmly planted on the ground closer to the reality. And for once your reality was much more beautiful than any dream could ever be.

"Bring him back" You cupped his cheeks and pulled away just to whisper between the kisses..

"Bring who?" 

"Bluey, bring my Bluey back" you whispered again and you gasped as you felt his cold lips all of a sudden and his marks on your fingertips, he picked you off the floor and tried to lay you down on the bed but you stopped him.

"Not in here" you said so he looked at you confused, his eyes were wasted, his eyebrows raised as you climbed inside the freezer, trying to be as seductive as you could, then you laid down. He took his blazer off and you gave him the space to climb in and on top of you. You grabbed him by the round collar of the tshirt as you kissed him, you both needed this and it just felt right. You couldn't go one more night without quenching your thirst for him. You took his shirt off and he pulled down your panties hurriedly, then you helped him with the trousers and he flipped you around so he could unzip your dress. He didn't even take it off, he just pulled the straps down to let your breasts spill out of the confinement.

His cock rubbed against your wet soaking entrance and you both moaned in unison, it felt too much but then it didn't feel enough. You wanted more and you got it as he pushed his thick girth inside you in an one quick motion. 

"Ohh bluey godd yess please yess" one of your hand grabbed the edge of the freezer while the other one wrapped around his neck caressing those ridges , he growled and purred all at once, then he placed his hand on yours and wrapped it around his back. He wanted all of you to be touching all of him, he didn't want anything to take that away from him. 

His hips pumped in and out in a fast paced motion, the sound of his cock moving in and out filled your ears, your breaths collapsed on top of each other, you don't know how he did it but you were sure he used his magic to close the glass door of the freezer, he wasn't scared anymore, he'd willingly live in hel as long as he had you in there. 

"Fuck darling I love you look at me I love you, yes I love you" he mumbled between the kisses that never stopped coming. That small compact space felt like heaven and you were being consumed by him. He was everywhere and he was all inside you. This was the best you have ever felt in your life and in that moment you just wished you could have frozen time in a bottle and make the world still so nothing would disrupt this paradise.

"I love you blu, I love you more than I ever thought I'd love anyone" you hands trailed down his back and you squeezed his ass, he pressed his head between your neck and got up on his knees. 

His strong hands ripped the dress in half, the show of immaculate level of strength made you gush and bite on your lips, that was your man and he was absolutely perfect. His hands found your bosom and he gave it a small squeeze, the sound of your moans made him growl in your ears.

"I can feel you constricting me so firmly my love, suffocating every inch of me with your warmth. If that's how the death would come for me I'll take it..norns yes I'll take everything you'll give me" you pressed your fingers on his lips, you could feel him twitching inside you and you both were on the edge. 

"Ohh Blu fill me fill me up with your seed please yess fill me now, I have starved for long enough" and how could he have not given you what you asked him for? He cried your name out as your walls gripped around him at the same time. It was beautiful. It was the most beautiful union you have ever known of. No cinema, no songs, no poetry could have compared to this one precious moment. He collapsed to your side, whatever space was left. His cock still sheathed in you, your breaths were heavy, you couldn't even see your ceiling anymore because the door was all foggy. 

This is how you saw him the first time, in a small metal box, since the very first moment you just felt it in your heart that he was the one you have waited for all your life, that he was the reason it never worked out with anybody else. You never believed in soulmates. What does that even mean? But in that moment he truly felt like one, he felt like that missing part of you that you found because of a fateful stroke of luck.

Life was okay. It really was ..for now.

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[hrefna-the-raven]

Tome of Fate - Vol. 2

Masterlist - Loki masterlist

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 5 - 6 - Bonus chapter

Warnings: smut (18+)

Words: 3090

Chapter 4

You tossed and turned but sleep never came, your thoughts turning around Loki. You got up and wandered down the hallway, it took some time but you eventually found his chamber, knocking hesitantly at the door. The only response you got was a faint snivelling, so you took a deep breath and just entered.

"Please go away", Loki's murmured, wiping his tears away.

"Oh Lo", you breathed, climbing on his bed.

He forced a weak smile as his eyes met yours. You had seen his memories, seen what he had done and yet here you were. A shaky breath passed his lips as he felt the warmth of your hand on his cheek, leaning into your gentle touch. Emerald mist swirled around your hand as you reached out to touch his mind with your seidr. Feelings of love, genuine and unyielding, seeped into his tormented mind, mingling with the burning desire to be with him again. Loki groaned, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions, and broke the connection. His hands cupped your face, pulling you close to him, unable to resist the magnetic pull of your love and the undeniable passion that simmered between you. You straddled him, pushing him down, your mouth back on his, deeping the kiss this time as your tongue pushed passed his lips. Loki moaned into the kiss, his hands caressing your body while his doubts slowly ebbed away. In this very moment, all felt right, even perfect, two souls meant for each other, joining again in a heated embrace. Your fingers snapped and yours and Loki's clothes dissolved in a green mist. Loki wanted to get up but you kept him down, a wicked smile gracing your face.

"Let me take care of you, my prince", you whispered, moving further back.

You dragged your tongue along his hardening member, earning a delightful hiss from the prince, before your lips wrapped around the tip, sucking gently. Loki's lips uttered your name, accompanied by some unfamiliar words that you assumed were from his native language, as you gave his cock a few more tentative licks before taking as much as possible in your mouth, sinking down teasingly slow. As his fingers clenched the sheets, his mouth hung open, and his crimson eyes fixated on your every motion. A hum of pleasure escaped you as you felt his coolness against your tongue, pressing it against the underside of his shaft while moving your head up and down. Although you weren't able to take all of him, it was evidently enough to drive him wild.

"Princess, please, I can barely hold back", he moaned, his cock twitching in your mouth as you eagerly sucked on it, feeling his restraint weakening.

You released his member from your mouth, licking up that last drop of precum leaking from his tip before you crawled seductively towards him, maintaining eye contact.

"My prince", you purred, "I've seen you holding back, I know you can."

"I can't, not with you, you, you're", Loki stuttered, his mind failing to find the right words.

One of his hands found its way to your lower back, pushing you down on him, you gasped as you felt your slick folds pressed against his erection.

"I'm what my prince?", you asked, grinding your hips against him.

"Please", he whimpered, both hands gripping your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your supple skin as he held you in place. His pleading gaze searched yours, as though begging for a mercy he knew he wouldn't receive.

"I'm yours", you purred, leaning down to plant gentle kisses on his chest, "completely yours, Loki Laufeyson, if that is what you desire – now and for all eternity."

Loki growled softly, lifting you slightly before pushing you down hard a second later, his cock slipping inside you, filling you almost painfully. You moaned his name, consumed by the exquisite sensation of him stretching you. One of his hands moved up to your chest, lightly pressing against your heart, while the other guided your movements as you rode him slowly. It was as if some mysterious force had taken hold of you, compelling you to mirror his actions by placing your hand on his chest as well.

"My prince, I'm yours", you breathed, feeling your imminent orgasm as Loki increased the pace of your movements.

"As I'm yours", Loki replied, a primal growl escaping his lips as he reached his own release, filling you with his seed.

A tingling sensation enveloped both of you, though there were no visible signs of your usual seidr. Yet, you could both feel an ethereal connection forming between your hearts, hands still pressed on each others chest. As you came undone right after him, a faint glow emanated underneath each others hands, accompanied by an intense yearning while a soothing warmth permeated your beings before both of you collapsed onto the prince, breathless and exhausted.

"What just...", you took a deep breath, "happened?"

Loki wrapped his arms around your tiny frame, hugging you as he placed a loving kiss on your forhead.

"I formed a bond with you, my princess", he spoke serenely and continued upon witnessing the bewilderment flicker in your eyes as you grappled to comprehend the significance of his revelation, "we, I mean Jotun, have the ability to choose a profound bond with someone, a bond that lasts a lifetime. Once we do, we can never be with another until our death."

Tears welled up at the corners of your eyes as the weight of his words sank in.

"And you chose me?"

You finally moved, weaving your seidr to clean both of you as you curled up at his side, your face nestled in the side of his neck. Your warm breath fanning over his cold skin sent a shiver down his spine. In that moment, you truly felt your souls intertwined, the bond that was just forged which surpassed the boundaries of your existence. He turned around, tilting your head up so he could look at you, crimson eyes staring into the depths of your soul.

"Of course, my princess", he whispered affectionately, a tender smile gracing his lips, "I desire only you, what we have, I've never felt it before, not with anyone, and what happened in that village, it will never happen again."

"Loki", you sobbed, tears cascading down your cheeks.

The prince let out a soft hum, surrendering to the delightful tingling sensation of your bond. Never before had he felt such certainty in his life, not since that first day you spent together in the library. Your kindness had captivated him, drawing him towards you as if your hearts were destined to be entwined. The two of you lay on the bed, wrapped in each other's arms, reveling in the joy of finally being together after months of separation. However, a nagging thought began to creep into your mind, disrupting the peaceful moment.

"Loki, if we're bonded...", your voice tembled, "what if our fathers..."

You didn't dare finish the sentence, memories of the king of Vanaheim's proposals flooding your mind. The fear of being married off for political alliances loomed over you, especially considering your age and the possibility that your own father might soon make such arrangements. Loki sighed, knowing instantly what occupied your mind for he feared the same. Having just completed his training and with the winter solstice festivities approaching, according to Jotun traditions, he was expected to choose a future wife at the beginning of the new year.

"I will discuss this matter with my father tomorrow, seeking his consent to formally seek your hand in marriage. Should he grant permission, I will then formally ask for the Allfather's blessing at the end of the winter solstice ceremony, as Jotun tradition demands."

"What if my father refuses to agree?"

"Then I will relinquish any claims to the throne of Jotunheim and we will leave the nine realms", he gently kissed your lips while his fingers tenderly caressed your silky hair, "I am willing to do whatever it takes to be with you, without hesitation."

And with the prospect of becoming Loki's wife, you finally succumbed to a peaceful slumber, the most restful sleep you had experienced in months.

The next day started off hectic, Loki was already up and gone before you even woke up. You wouldn't be able to see him until the festivities began, so you occupied yourself in the library. Afterward, you returned to your chamber to prepare for the celebrations. A servant awaited you, informing you that the prince had suggested a particular outfit for you to wear. This news brought a smile to your face as you ran your fingers over the intricate fabric of the dress. It was an elegant black dress crafted from thick linen with gilded plates stitched down the sides of the bodice, accentuating your figure. The v-neck was adorned with a golden piece of fabric shaped like a rounded kenaz rune, contrasting against the dark cloth. The dress was accompanied by a weighty silver necklace featuring intertwined snakes, one with ruby and the other with emerald eyes. As you put on the dress, you admired your reflection in the mirror, a smile playing on your lips as you recalled the events of the previous night. You asked the servant to braid your hair in a style similar to Loki's and requested that she apply makeup in accordance with Jotun tradition for this particular celebration. The servant responded with a gentle smile, ready to fulfill your wishes.

The air was filled with the delightful aroma of mead, caramelised nuts, and roasted meat, blending harmoniously with the enchanting melodies of the traditional Jotun songs. Several grand bonfires were scattered throughout the expansive space next to the palace. Upon entering the festive area, you immediately sensed a slight change in temperature, as if it had been magically adjusted to ensure the comfort of guests from other realms. The goosebumps and shivers that had accompanied you vanished, leaving you in awe of the mystical ambiance. Your eyes wandered across the lively scene, taking in the vibrant sight of Jotun, elves, dwarves and Aesir, all engaged in dance or animated conversations. However, your heart sank when you failed to spot your beloved prince amidst the crowd. Disheartened, you contemplated seeking solace amidst the various groups of people when suddenly Thor caught sight of you and beckoned you to approach. Despite the unease twisting in your stomach on spotting Odr standing next to your brother, you summoned your best facade of politeness and greeted the Vanir prince with a curtsey, concealing any trace of disappointment behind a forced smile.

"Ah my dearest sister", Thor gave you a reassuring nod, "we were just discussing your presence. The prince inquired about your whereabouts, and it seemed quite urgent, likely related to the Yule feast."

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, recalling the prince's rude remark during the aforementioned dinner. Neither you nor Thor had any desire to engage in conversation with the Vanir prince ever again. However, decorum and the diplomatic protocols of such celebrations obligated you to at least lend him an ear. Later on, both you and your brother would surely devise a plan to avoid him for the remainder of the evening. Odr humbly bowed and gently held your hand.

"My cherished princess", he spoke with confidence, "I wish to offer my sincerest apologies for my previous impolite comment during our last encounter. Being here and partaking in the festivities alongside the realms has made me realise how unjust it was of me to pass such harsh judgment on Asgard's allies. Might you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

He gazed up at you, his eyes brimming with optimism and an indistinguishable emotion that unsettled you. Having engaged in enough mischief, you were familiar enough to know that this expression, despite its ambiguity, signified trouble.

"Your Highness", you withdrew your hand from his grasp, "I believe it takes true courage to openly acknowledge one's mistakes. Rest assured, I bear no ill will towards you and accept your apology", you offered a gracious nod, "but please understand that my brother and I must see the Allfather and Allmother. However, I hope we can continue our conversation later."

"Oh, I'm certain we will, my dear princess", Odr playfully winked at you, "I'll be patiently waiting for you."

You linked your arm with Thor's and led him away. Once you felt you were at a safe distance, you halted and cast a concerned glance at your brother.

"He's plotting something", you muttered anxiously, your fingers restlessly playing with the clasp that held your fur cloak together.

"I don't trust him either", Thor agreed, "let's take our places beside mother and father and wait for the ceremony to commence. I'll keep a close watch on the Vanir prince."

Both of you made your way to your seats in the spectator stand, politely nodding as you passed the king of Vanaheim on your way. Just as you were about to approach your mother, a loud, resonant battle horn echoed through the air, interrupting any conversation. Your eyes snapped towards the entrance of the cleared area in front of Laufey's throne. A group of warriors emerged, their arrival accompanied by the primal rhythm of drums. And leading them all, you spotted your prince. The sight of him took your breath away, looking so different from his usual self. Despite being smaller in stature than the others, he stood tall and commanding in black leather armor adorned with gilded plates, mirroring the intricate designs on your own dress. A white fur cloak draped over his shoulders, accentuating his presence. His long black hair was intricately braided, with an unknown animal skull perched atop his head. The crimson intensity of his eyes seemed to glow against the stark black paint that adorned his face. He looked like a true warrior, his true essence expertly concealed beneath his untamed appearance, and you nearly gasped when he gave you a playful wink as he passed by. He then knelt before King Laufey, proudly presenting his sword.

"Rise, my newly anointed warriors", Laufey spoke proudly, "Utgardhall welcomes you. May you protect our realm with strength and honour!"

The warriors stood up in unison, pounding their right fists against their chests.

"For the glory of the Jotun! For the glory of our King!"

One by one, the warriors departed until only Loki remained.

"I, prince Loki of Jotunheim, wishes to make a request", he respectfully bowed and continued as his father nodded, "according to our tradition, as the sole heir to the throne, I must choose a wife, a new queen for our realm."

You held your breath, instinctively clutching your brother's hand, giving it a firm squeeze that elicited a chuckle. Thor was unaware of the deep connection you shared with Loki, but it was evident to anyone with eyes that you harboured a profound affection for the prince. Loki turned towards your parents, extending his hand as he knelt down.

"Honoured Allfather, honoured Allmother, I humbly beseech you for your daughter's hand in marriage. I pledge to forever honour and fulfill her every need as the future queen of Jotunheim."

The surrounding crowd gasped in astonishment at the unexpected announcement, whispers quickly spreading through the gathering as they eagerly awaited Odin's response. Your father rose from his seat, his expression stern and inscrutable even to you. He exchanged a quick glance with your mother before finally addressing Loki.

"Loki, son of my dear friend Laufey", he paused, "are you willing to fulfill your responsibilities, not only as a future king of Jotunheim, but also as the betrothed of Asgard's princess, second in line to the throne? Will you honour and love my daughter through all of times?"

"I promise to be the husband that Asgard's most beautiful and clever princess deserves", the prince nodded.

"You have my blessing, Loki Laufeyson, but ultimately it will be my daughter who chooses her future spouse", Odin spoke, motioning with his hand for you to speak.

You released Thor's hand and stood up from your seat.

"I accept the marriage proposal from the prince of Jotunheim!"

The crowd started cheering but went silent when Odin held his hand up.

"In that case, I am more than pleased to welcome the pri-"

"I object to the marriage of the princess of Asgard to the prince of Jotunheim!"

The crowd gasped, people turned to see who had dared to interrupt the Allfather.

"And I challenge prince Loki to a holmgang, here and now. The winner shall be granted the honour of marrying the princess!"

Odr confidently stepped forward, his sword poised towards Loki, a self-satisfied grin adorning his face. A wave of unease washed over you from the depths of your being, causing a sickening feeling to settle in. This situation could only lead to trouble; Odr would never challenge Loki without a well-thought-out plan, and knowing Loki, it was bound to be something incredibly nefarious. You desperately wanted to cry out, but your body wouldn't obey you. Tension filled the room as the challenge hung heavily in the air. The king of Vanaheim, realising the gravity of the situation, stepped up from his seat. He knew that if this duel were to proceed, it could lead to disastrous consequences.

"Odr, as your father and king, I command you to step back!", the king bellowed, his voice booming with authority.

He hoped his words would reach his son, calming the storm of emotions that raged within him. But Odr stood strong, his gaze fixed on Loki, his hatred palpable.

"No, father, this is something that must be settled. The prince made this personal by trying to take my rightful bride away."

"She was never yours, son, be reasonable! You're destroying your future!"

"I accept, prince Odr of Vanaheim, although the princess can not be the prize of this duel.", Loki finally responded, drawing his sword.

You cast a pleading glance at your father, hoping he would intervene. Unfortunately, he simply shook his head. Loki's acceptance left him with no choice but to allow the duel to proceed immediately. The tension in the room escalated as Odin, the Allfather, rose from his throne. His voice, like rolling thunder, filled the hall.

"Very well, if both parties are willing, let the duel commence."

"Alright then, prince Loki", Odr positioned himself for combat, "then let's fight until one of us drows first blood and for honour."

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