Love Burns- Part 3 of the Love Series (Loki x Female Reader)
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Days turned into weeks and every single morning when he opened his eyes, Loki was disappointed to find that the ground had in fact not opened up and swallowed him like he had hoped overnight, no matter how much he pleaded to the gods to end his misery.
Over the first few days, he had to endure family meals and it was usually the only time he saw you each day. Even though you never once acknowledged his presence, he was still pleased to be able to be given the chance to look upon your face. If Odin had any indication of the awkward tension that surrounded each meal, he never led onto it. Frigga on the other hand continuously darted her eyes between all three of her children as she studied the changes between the relationships. You never spoke to Loki anymore. He never stopped staring at you. You and Thor would be affectionate one moment and distant with each other the next.
The newlyweds had been home for just over a week when Odin called Loki into the throne room one afternoon and announced that he would be taking Thor’s place on the diplomatic missions over the coming weeks to allow him and his bride time together to “establish their marriage dynamics.” It was difficult for him to keep his composure at the thought of what all that could entail and could only picture his brother’s hands all over you. The way the two of you whispered to each other during meals or private walks in the garden nearly made him violent.
After arriving back in Asgard late the previous night after a rather lengthy trip to a neighboring realm, it felt like the rising sun came much too soon as Loki forced himself to slip from his bed. With a heavy heart and a nervous stomach, he made his way down to the private dining hall for the royal family for breakfast. When he noticed that you and Thor had not yet made it down yet, he wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or saddened that you weren’t there. Once he sat down, he was shocked when Odin began to partake without the rest of the family.
“Are the happy couple not joining us as well, father?”
Odin didn’t seem phased by Loki’s question and his mother chimed in instead.
“Our dear princess hasn’t been feeling well over the last few days and they have chosen to take their meals in private for now.”
The look of confusion on his face turned to one of hurt as he took in the suspicious smirk on the queen’s face. Surely, it couldn’t mean what her expression was implying. While he knew you had a duty to fulfill, he refused to believe it would happen this soon. As soon as he was finished eating, he rose from the table and quickly made his exit whether it was proper or not.
“Are you sure it was her?”
“Of course, it was! I know what our princess looks like, Ingrid!”
Upon hearing the title, Loki froze in place around the corner from the gossiping servants and listening intently to their conversation.
“What makes you think that was the reason for her visit to the healers though?”
“Why else would he bring her in after being violently ill for days now? Her chambermaid said she hasn’t kept any of her meals down all week and barely leaves the bed. Besides, why else would the two of them visit the infirmary under the cover of darkness and have need of the imaging machines if other than a secret ultrasound that you don’t want anyone to know about?”
“Well, I certainly am not surprised that she could be carrying this soon after the wedding. I mean, if I was married to someone as handsome as Thor, I wouldn’t leave the royal chambers until I had an entire litter of the prince’s babies!”
After hearing enough, he stepped around the corner and made his presence known. The sound of him clearing his throat behind the girls startled them enough to both let out a small shriek before dropping into a formal bow. Loki towered over them with his hands tucked behind his back as he glared at them both. The longer he stood in silence, the more their legs shook in fright with their heads bowed to the floor.
“It’s a shame you care more about discussing matters that do not concern you than the tasks you have been assigned to. I’m sure you can easily be sent to work the fields and more suitable replacements for your positions could be found by sundown. Is that something you would like?”
When both girls stayed silent, he lowered his voice and no longer hid his anger.
“You will speak when your prince has addressed you! Now I won’t repeat myself again... Is that something you would like?”
“N-n-no, Your Highness.”
“Good. Now if you are both done giving your energy to rumors that involve the privacy of your princess, I strongly suggest you return to your duties and make sure to give the royal family the respect they have earned. Is that understood?”
The girls could only nod in response.
“Get out of my sight!”
He didn’t think he had ever seen a member of the help run away from him that fast before. Loki had a reputation for being a snake and it wasn’t for the typical reasons of backstabbing and dishonesty. The Dark Prince had prided himself on his tactics of stealth when it benefited himself and those he loved, and it often gave him an advantage when he needed it. It wasn’t the first time he had snuck up on the hired help and it certainly wasn’t the first time they had felt his strike in anger and the venom in his words.
Once they were gone around the end of the hall and he was alone once again, he thought back over their words. Had you truly been that ill in his absence? Was there any chance that they were correct in their assumptions? Before he gave it a second thought, he found himself heading straight for the east wing of the palace and took the stairs two at a time to the private chambers of his brother and his new wife. Knocking on the door to the main sitting area, he fully expected a servant to open the door, but was surprised when Thor personally greeted him.
“Brother? You shouldn’t be here…”
Loki glanced over his shoulder into the room to try to catch a glimpse of you.
“Mother said Y/N was sick. Is she alright?”
Even though he nodded, he saw right through his brother’s lie. The exhaustion on his face told a different story and he found himself slipping under his arm to enter the room. If only he could see you and make sure you were truly fine, he might have a chance at calming his fears.
“Loki, wait. She doesn’t want to see anybody right now. You need to leave.”
Crossing the sitting room, he glanced into the open master bedroom door and noticed the blankets on the bed disturbed, but there was no sign of you in them. The thought of the acts that took place between those silk sheets created an inferno in his chest. Whipping around to face Thor once more, he went straight to the point of his visit.
“Is it true, brother? The palace is ablaze with hushed whispers that your new wife is already with child.”
The second his expression shifted and his eyes widened, he knew his answer.
“So, it’s not just a cruel rumor then? The golden boy is at it again! I bet you couldn’t wait to get your hands on her, could you? It wasn’t enough that you got the throne and the title and the princess. You had to ensure that Odin got his heir as soon as possible! No wonder the two of you never step foot out of these chambers!”
As Loki stopped and took a deep breath to fill his lungs for another verbal assault, Thor put his hands up in defense and spoke to his brother in a low but firm voice.
“Loki, you need to stop this at once. You know not what you speak of, brother.”
That only seemed to fuel the flames.
“Know not what I speak of? Do you take me for a fool, Thor? Is she or is she not with child? Hmm?”
He watched him stumble over his words before trying to piece together a response.
“Well, yes… but it isn’t what you think.”
His frustration boiled over and he threw his hands up in the air as he paced the floor in front of the nervous god in front of him. If he hadn’t been so angry, he would have noticed the way Thor tried to keep him calm and continued to shoot glances towards the closed bathroom door on the far side of the master suite where his true focus was set at the moment.
“So it’s true then… Well, I hope you aren’t expecting me to shower you in adoration at the news that you are to be a father! She’ll never love you, you know? You are simply fulfilling a deed she was bred to complete in the name of Asgard! Mother and Father will be so very proud of you, Brother!”
“LOKI, THAT’S ENOUGH! The marriage was never consummated!”
His mind filled with confusion until he saw the pained expression on his brother’s face and felt his hand rest on his shoulder.
“I’m not the one becoming a father, Loki…”
At the same second that understanding washed over him like a frigid plunge into a raging river, he watched Thor’s focus drift to something over his shoulder and he felt your gaze on him. Slowly turning around with a panicked expression painted on his face, he locked eyes with you from across the room as you stood in the now opened doorway to the master bath.
Still in your dressing gown from the previous night’s rest, your hair was disheveled and appeared to have not been tended to in days. He immediately noticed that your eyes were swollen and red from crying and you had never been so pale before. You truly were ill, and he now knew that it was from you experiencing morning sickness… with his child.
“… get out.”
The words were so soft that he wasn’t sure if he had imagined them or not. He had just processed the movement of your lips when the words came out louder this time.
Your body began to tremble, and your blank expression fell, leaving one of heartbreak and rage. All he wanted to do in that moment was run to you and hold you in his arms. As he took a single step in your direction, it was enough to cause the dam to break and you gripped the doorway to hold yourself up. With all of your might, you repeated the two words one last time, your voice cracking with emotion as it came out as a broken shriek.
Loki began to cry as well, and he had forgotten his brother was even still in the room until he used brute force to spin him around and push him towards the door. He stumbled and barely caught himself before colliding with the opposite side of the hall.
When he turned around to face him, he expected to be met with anger. The emotions on Thor’s face was the last thing he thought he would see.
And now my heart is filled with warmth after the final..
D(oc)tor Strange: Multiverse of Madness (2022)
No thoughts, head empty, just the look of childlike wonderment on Loki’s face when he realizes he can whack Miss Minutes with a magazine😊✨
Here some spoilers without context 😌
Loki explaining To Mobius
Mobius to TVA
Loki to Lady loki
And some parallels 😌
Ep 2 spoilers
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Paring: Loki x Fem!Reader
Word count: 3.3k
Summary: After Loki refuses to fuck you in his Jötun form you decide to take things into your own hands. Will you finally convince him?
The link to the website mentioned is here - https://bad-dragon.com
Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18+) fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), BDSM (choking, spanking, general rough sex), unprotected sex, anal (blink and you’ll miss it), breeding kink, use of sex toys, Jotun!Loki, monster fucking I guess?
You had seen Loki in his Jötun form before, but only briefly in your time together.
There had been the time when he had been fighting on a mission and specks blue rippled over his soft skin. Another time you were showing him how to have a snowball fight and ‘accidentally’ hit him in the face with snow, turning his cheek a shade of sapphire.
But you had a favourite memory of him in his true form. It had been the middle of the night, you’d woken up in your large bed alone with Loki nowhere to be seen. You heard the shower running in the connecting bathroom and decided surprise him by joining him, he did always love your presence in showers and baths with him.
Stepping into the bathroom the door was left open just a crack, as you wiped the sleep from your eyes you blurrily made out Loki standing there naked underneath the cascading water of the shower.
As your eyes adjusted to the light you saw him standing there nude under the water facing the wall towards the shower head. There was no steam and the bathroom was cold bringing you to the realisation that the water must be freezing.
Silently you take in his wet black hair hitting his shoulders, the water beating down over his entirely blue skin. The lines of lighter blue almost appearing as tattoos, they traveled over his entire body including his face. Stepping out of your silk night dress you place it quietly on the floor, stepping into the shower.
As you quietly step towards him he turns away from the wall, unknowingly facing you as his eyes remain closed so not to get water in them.
Your breathing growing heavier as your eyes roam down his torso, as muscular as he usually was the sapphire shade seemed to highlight his toned body. Continuing down you take in his length, you’d seen him naked a hundred times, but never like this.
The patterns etched into his skin even covering his cock, which in this light even unaroused looked much bigger than usual. Your breathing growing more urgent as you long to touch him, as you reach out to touch him in a curious fashion his eyes snap open, suddenly aware of your presence.
His red eyes appearing startled by his naked lover standing before him, if you didn’t know him better you could have mistaken his look for anger. You let out a audible gasp as your eyes meet his for the first time.
‘Darling.. I..’ He stutters out, his eyes meeting the floor, looking slightly ashamed.
You jump into his arms and wrap yours around his torso, bumps appear on your skin as you step underneath the freezing water. He reaches back and turns the tap up to a warmer temperature, as you step onto your tip toes placing a kiss on his soft azure lips.
As the room fills with steam and with the heat from your body pressed against his, his skin resumes its usual colour.
‘I apologise my love, I didn’t mean for you to see me in this state’ he gestured to his skin that continues to shift back to its usual light colour.
‘Loki, your beautiful and I mean..’ your words trailing off as blush covers your cheeks.
‘I wouldn’t mind touching you like this as well as just seeing’ you giggle out as Loki smiles politely back at you.
‘Pet I’m afraid that this is one wish I cannot grant’ he says as he brushes your now wet hair from your face, his skin now entirely back to its usual, almost translucent, colour.
‘Why?’ You question pulling a cute pouty face that you know he can’t resist.
‘Because, sweet thing, I wouldn’t want to hurt you. I’m not sure I could contain myself. Also I don’t share my Jötun form with anyone, you could say that i am ashamed of my true appearance’ he says trailing off at the end of his sentence.
‘I don’t mind if you hurt me’ you say as your arm wraps around him gliding down his torso towards his length.
‘And I think your beautiful in whatever form you take’ you say as your hand slips lower, wrapping around his rapidly hardening length.
‘Darling, I..’ his sentence ceased by a strained gasp leaving his lips as your hand begins to pump up and down along his shaft.
You place soft kisses down his torso as he lets out a deep moan. Kneeling, your hand continues to pump his length, placing kisses up his thighs. As you place a final kiss onto his tip you taste his salty pre cum stain your lips.
His hands running through your hair encouraging you to make contact with his throbbing length as you softly kitten lick his tip.
Your soft licks stopping as you place his length into your open mouth, sucking in time with the pumping of your hands. His head falling back against his shoulders as your speed increases, his growls spurring you on feeling your warm wetness pool between your legs.
His hands tighten in your hair, signalling that he was close to his climax, as you hollow your mouth more, his tip reaching the back of your throat causing you to let out squelching gagging noises around his cock. His eyes falling to meet yours as you look up at him as he grinds his length further into your mouth.
‘Darling, look at me as I ruin that little throat of yours’ he says between bated breaths.
Your eyes dart up to meet his as he pulls your mouth further down his shaft, taking in all of him. His hand in your hair tightening once more as the warm liquid spills down your throat. His growls echoing off the walls of the shower as he comes down from his high still in your mouth.
As he heaves for breath you suck him into your mouth once more cleaning the last of the cum from his length, releasing him with a pop.
You stand up to meet him as he presses a passionate kiss onto your lips.
‘Your such a good girl for me my little princess’ he says between kisses.
‘Are you sure I can’t change your mind?’ You ask fluttering your eyelashes up at him.
‘Not in this instance I’m afraid my little love’ he says, continuing to kiss you.
‘Now, let’s get you back to bed’ he says as he grabs a towel, wrapping your body in it before carrying you back to bed, tucking you both in as you fall asleep against his chest.
In the days and weeks following, you practically beg him to fuck you in his Jötun form, his answer always remaining the same, no.
After that night you grew almost obsessed with it, he was beautiful in his other form but you wanted to experience all of him. You almost managed to convince him a few times but he grew too scared of hurting you after a short amount of time, something you found entertaining considering the amount of pain mixed with pleasure he had given you in your previous sexual encounters with him.
After a while you gave up asking, and although you usually lived with him on Asgard, this week you were visiting earth staying in a apartment you shared together when you traveled. A few weeks ago you had recalled a website you’d once seen before you met Loki, Bad Dragon.
You opened up the page and scrolled through all of the options. After a while you settled on one that looked most like his cock, you customised the colour to match his Jötun form and used the customisable option to draw the patterns on it the same as you had seen on Loki’s skin.
After contemplating your choices for a while you decided to buy it, naturally you chose the largest option they had to match Loki’s truly enormous length.
After a few days of waiting you received a text telling you that your package was going to be delivered today, with Loki out on a mission with Thor and the others you thought that this must be the perfect time for it to arrive considering that you were trying to keep it as a small secret from your lover.
After excitedly pacing by the door the parcel swiftly arrived. Eagerly opening the package you take it out and marvel in all its blue veiny glory, admiring how close a likeness it was to Loki’s Jötun form.
Moving to your shared bed you pull a bottle of lube out from the draw in the cabinet beside your bed. You quickly take your all of clothes off, dropping them onto the floor as you lie on your back with your head against the pillows.
Placing some of the lube onto your fingertips you begin circling your clit, your breath immediately catching in your throat as your wetness builds ready to take your highly anticipated toy. You dip two fingers into your warm entrance letting out a quiet moan.
Lifting the toy to your heat you drag the head of it over your clit, gliding it through the synthetic wetness you placed there. Dragging it down through your glistening folds you dip the tip of it inside yourself, a louder breathier moan leaving your lips as you push it in deeper, feeling as if the toy is splitting you in half.
After a few pumps inside yourself you adjust and settle into a rhythm, looking down watching the toy move within you as you imagine the body you wish it was attached to, Loki.
The bumps and grooves on the toy similar to the veins on Loki’s cock stimulating you further as you feel your climax build, your walls contracting around the toy.
As your moans build louder you don’t notice the door to the apartment open as Loki walks into the entrance hall.
Quietly putting his weapons down in the hall he hears noises coming from your shared bedroom. Making his way to the door you left ajar in your excitement the sound of your moans fill his head, causing him to immediately harden within his constricting leather trousers.
He silently pushes the door slightly further open to take a better look at his lover, taking in the sight of you writhing with pleasure against your shared sheets.
His eyes traveling down your body as they meet your throbbing heat, your entrance spread wide as the huge toy opens you to his view.
After a few seconds of watching you he realises that the toy closely resembles his cock in Jötun form, slightly too closely for it to remain a coincidence specially considering all of your requests for him to fuck you in his true form.
Using his magic his clothes vanish as he stands in the door way of your shared bedroom. His hand working up and down over his length as he watches you writhing in the pleasure he wishes he was providing you with. As much as he loved watching you he felt a pang of jealousy spread over him. He knew it was stupid to be jealous of a toy you had created in his likeness but nevertheless, jealousy spread over him like a plague traveling through every cell. Your moans still filling the air as you almost reach your climax, it’s in that instance you feel a cold kiss press against your open inner thigh.
Your eyes opening startled by the unexpected presence between your legs your eyes meet Loki in his Jötun form between your legs. His red eyes filled with lust as he takes control of the toy, thrusting it in and out of you pulling truly explicit moans from your throat.
‘Is this what you wanted little pet? For me to fuck you with my large Jötun cock? To see a monster filling your innocent little cunt?’ He growls out in mock anger.
His pace increases, as with one hand he fucks you with the toy, his other hand circling your clit with his long fingers.
‘Don’t you dare cum on this useless Midgardian toy, if you refrain from this I will show you how it feels for your earthly little quim to cum all over my Jötun cock’ he says with a growled tone as he thrusts the toy even faster within you as he watches you try to stall your impending orgasm.
You try and follow his orders but as much as you try, you feel as if maybe he wants to make you cum as his pressure on your clit builds rapidly pulling screamed moans from your throat.
‘Loki, I can’t.. I’m going to..’ you stutter as one hand grips the bed sheets and the other reaches down to try and stop Loki’s movements against your clit.
‘Don’t you dare little one’ he says as his cool mouth meets your clit, continuing to pump the toy in and out of you.
With the feeling of his cold tongue circling your clit you tighten around the toy cumming all over it and Loki. Your hands reach down for him as your eyes flutter open, coming down from your high.
‘Loki.. I.. I’m sorry..’ you say shyly, you recognise the look spread across his face, pure aroused anger.
Without a word he pulls the toy from you, placing it on the night stand as he kisses and bites his way up your body. He wraps a large azure hand around your throat, placing one kiss onto your lips.
‘What did I say little one, my only simple command. Or maybe you wanted to be punished?’ He asks before he slaps you firmly across your cheek causing a pink blush to spread across your face. Immediately after he presses a harsh kiss into your lips causing you both to moan into the kiss. You had always felt tiny compared to him, but now with him towering above you in his Jötun form, you truly felt microscopic underneath him.
With his free hand he reaches down to his sapphire length, pumping it a few times before running the tip over your dripping sex.
The lines on his length were exactly as you remembered them, you memorised every inch of his remarkable body towering above you with his hand wrapped around your throat.
Without warning he sheaths himself inside you, his freezing length feeling even bigger than the toy that had just made you cum.
‘Oh my god.. Loki’ you moan out, his grip increasing on your throat, your words turning to silence under his grip.
Giving you no time to adjust he begins to relentlessly pound into you, your wetness audible with every thrust as your eyes roll back and your head falls further back into the pillow.
Feeling your second climax already building and your heat gripping around Loki he releases your throat. His hands working their way down to your hips, gripping you tightly as his pace increases. You almost scream as your feel his cock beating against your cervix, the feeling verging on pain as your eyes fill with tears.
Now with your body pressed firmly under him, you realise that this situation was exactly what Loki was trying to avoid, he was hurting you. But in his Jötun form his primal urge had taken hold, there was no way of stopping him even if you wanted to, but luckily even enduring the pain, stopping him was the last thing you wanted.
Your hands wrapping around the back of his neck playing with his hair as he uses his grip on your hips to move himself in deeper. Your legs pushed back almost to your shoulders, his lower abdomen rubbing against your clit with every thrust, threatening to pull your orgasm from you.
Feeling you tighten around him he lifts your body with almost no strain. He flips you over onto your hands and knees, your ass pointed up towards him as you arch your back. He kisses and bites down your spine, as he reaches your ass he bites down harder leaving teeth marks in your soft skin.
Kissing further down he places his lips to your heat, spread open before him he licks a stripe over your clit to your entrance, tasting your hot liquid dripping from you. Without warning be licks another stripe from your clit all the way over both of your holes causing you to gasp. He moans at the taste of you, his low sounds vibrating within your core.
Kissing back up your spine he grasps one of your hips, his nails digging into your skin as he plunges back inside you. His other hand wrapping around the back of your neck, forcing you further into the bed.
‘You asked for this little mortal, I’m going to breed you, my little human will provide me with an heir’ he growls into your ear, his length hitting all the right spots within you making you almost delirious, too cock drunk to protest.
His grip on your hip loosening for a second as spanks your ass hard, as you buck against his length in shock you hear a dark chuckle from behind you before he resumes his grip on your hip. His other hand moving from the back of your neck to the front, gripping your throat once more almost cutting off your air supply.
He pulls you up to him, your back pressed against his chest as he sits you down on top of him still on your knees.
You begin to feel his length pulsate within you, using your body like his own personal toy as you bend easily to his will.
‘Cum for me little mortal, let me feel your release on my true form’ he demands, his hand slipping from your hip to rub quick circles into your clit, maintaining his relentless assault on your sex.
Your orgasm washing over you, you feel yourself gripping his length as you squeal out in pleasure, one of your hands darting to his around your neck, the other pressing against his thigh to hold yourself up.
As he feels you cum around him, he releases inside you, his cold liquid coating your walls, his cock pressed into your cervix holding you against him so that none would escape.
Your mutual heaved breaths filling the now quiet room he kisses down your neck as he releases your throat. As he surveys your body he notices the marks he’s left on you. His hand around your throat had left a bruise, the teeth marks in your ass almost bleeding.
‘My love, are you okay? .. I’m sorry’ he asks and then immediately apologises. Looking behind you, you capture his lips on yours, kissing him deeply.
‘I loved it Loki’ you say with a giggle.
‘Maybe we could do it again? Perhaps in a few days once I can walk again’ you joke, making him laugh in turn.
‘Whatever you wish my darling’ he says kissing you back.
Removing his length from you, he places you down in the bed, taking care of every bruise and bump he had left on your skin.
As he kisses the marks and soothes your aching muscles he begins to shift back into his Asgardian form.
‘No, don’t! I like you like this, you look pretty’ you say as the blue returns to his face, smiling up at you as he rubs an Asgardian lotion over your skin.
Curling up in bed naked together your fingers trace the patterns on his skin as you snuggle and giggle together.
After a few hours you both fall asleep, Loki keeping the bed cool from the warmth of the thick duvet as your wrapped up sleepily in his arms.
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Our Last Night
Request by Anonymous
A loki/female reader sad story where they are pretty sure they’re facing a battle they won’t survive, so they know this may be their last night together, so they intend to make the most of it? Don’t hold back the sexiness, please? Thanks, and I really enjoy your stories. -C
This was it; you stood on the precipice of the unknown as you and the rest of Asgard's forces prepared for what was assuredly going to be the end. The dark elves had pushed your fellow warriors to the brink and though they were never going to give in to defeat, the odds were no longer in your favor. There was never a certainty in battle, but even Thor was sure that soon you would all be in the halls of Valhalla as there seemed no way this would not end in total destruction of your people.
“My fellow warriors,” Thor addressed the crowd, eating and drinking what would probably be their last meal, “I can say with all honesty that I have never fought besides more valliant and ferocious men and women in all my years. As I look around, I am proud that I have been able to lead the best that Asgard has to offer. You have made our ancestors proud and though we are facing insurmountable odds come the dawn, I know you will do our people justice in fighting till your last breath. We shall go to the halls of our fathers with honor, taking as many of those bastards with us. Let them see the true might of Asgard!”
The crowd raised their drinks and cheered loudly as they were filled with encouragement from their king. Even though you were moved by his words to give your all in the name of your fellow man, there was still that feeling in the back of your mind that knew you would not live past the battle tomorrow and it was hard to imagine all the things you would be leaving behind.
Downing the rest of your drink in one large gulp, you stood and made your way outside the large tent. The night was warm and the stars shone bright through the cloud free sky. You looked up and admired the beauty of it all, knowing it would be the last time you would ever be able to enjoy this view. A breeze blew through your hair and you tucked a stray piece behind your ear as someone was approaching you that you hadn’t noticed yet.
“Why is it that we never appreciate the simple things around us until we are certain it is going to be taken away from us?” a voice questioned from behind you. Turning, you came face to face with the God of Mischief himself.
“Because it is the mortality of it all that shows us what is most precious to us,” you replied with a warm smile. “It is when we are most afraid in those final moments that it forces us to examine what we put value to and what we will miss the most.”
Loki made his way to stand by your side, truly speechless at the raw honesty in your answer. “I suppose I never thought of it that way,” he agreed pensively.
“Walk with me, will you?” you asked and he nodded his head in agreement.
Both of you meandered through the war camp in silence for a bit. Loki moved closer to your side and you smiled as you enjoyed his company. Your prescence was calming to him as he thought of what was going to happen soon and he wondered how you were seemingly so calm.
“Are you not afraid of what is to come tomorrow?” he asked quietly after some time.
You faced him and stopped, pausing as you thought how to best answer his question. “It is hard not to be a little afraid when facing imminent death,” you admitted, “but I will do what I must and I have accepted what is to come. I will give everything I have and go out with pride if I must. I have no regrets, though there are things that I will miss.”
“And what would that be?” he curiously asked as you moved forward again.
“I will miss the feeling of the sun on my skin,” you smiled at the thoughts visualized in your mind's eye, “I will miss the sound of laughter in the halls as we eat and drink together, I will miss what my life could have become in the future. But, even above all of that, most of all I will miss you.”
The statement hit Loki in the chest like a punch as he realized what you had just said. The threat of death was knocking at the door and the only thing you cared about was not being able to be with him any longer. All the good times you had shared together as comrades had not only affected him, but you as well and he wondered what could have happened between the two of you if there had been more time.
Your bravery touched Loki in a way he had never known. Being here with you, watching as the light from the moon glistened through your hair and shimmered over your features as death was breathing down both your necks, he wanted nothing more than to have a taste of what could be.
Watching him, you were overcome with feelings that had always been there, but you had told yourself it wasn’t the right time. Facing your own mortality made you realize that it was him, it was always him that you had wanted, but never had the courage to pursue. There was nothing stopping you now and you had to at least give it a chance.
In your walking, you had come to a small clearing just outside of camp; the rustling of the grass in the night breeze drowned out most of the sounds of war preparations, leaving only the sweet chorus of the creatures of the wilds singing their nightly songs. It was just the two of you in the bright moonlight in your own little world. You stood face to face with the only person you wanted to be with as the world crumbled around you and you were at peace.
Loki watched you closely and realized you were so near to him now. Without thinking, you laced your fingers into the back of his hair and pulled his face to meet yours. Silently, you delicately pressed your lips to his and he reciprocated the advance by wrapping his arms around you. No thoughts, no worries, only the embrace of feelings.
“If this is my last night here on the plane of existence,” he breathed, “then I want to spend it with you. I don’t want to have any regrets.”
He pulled you again into a kiss, wrapping his arms around you tighter as he held you to his chest. “No regrets,” you whispered into his mouth. “Let us forget the entire world for a moment. Sleep with me; let me know you intimately before we go to our doom.”
You backed off from him a bit and undid the lacing on your leather top, removing it and letting it fall to the ground off your fingers and you held his gaze. The moon shone off of your bare shoulders making you glow like an ethereal being; Loki could not believe how beautiful you looked right at this moment.
“I could not think of a better way to go, my dear,” his words were soft and full of feeling.
Grabbing his hands in yours, you pull him to you and began to undo his own clothing as you locked your lips onto his again and again and again. The moment his skin touched yours, you felt a spark like an electric shock to your heart that had you losing yourself in him and he in you.
You both tumbled to the ground in a mess of limbs and smiles. It did not matter that the ground was hard or that you were outside, you could only feel him. His lips trailed down from your mouth to your neck where he lingered as he sucked gently as your fingers traced circles onto the muscles on his back. Your gentle touch was sending Loki into a tailspin.
Pushing himself on top of you, he moved you to lay back against the ground as his lips trailed lower down your body. Everywhere they went it lit up your skin like fire until he reached your breasts. Your nipples were already hard from his touch as he took one into his mouth while the other he used his fingers on.
Your fingers ran through the back of his head, embracing him in a loving way as he went to work. "Oh my, you are so good at that,” you purred into his ear as you closed your eyes and simply allowed yourself to enjoy the sensation and the wetness between your legs grew.
You couldn’t take it anymore and you maneuvered yourself with a roll, putting Loki onto his back as you got on top. The urge to feel him inside of you flooded your being and you wanted nothing more than to ride him. Loki was surprised with the precision at which you moved him to his back, but he had no qualms. Quickly you undid his trousers and pulled them down, throwing them away from you and releasing his throbbing member before you undid your own and took them off as well.
Using his chest to help you steady yourself you lowered yourself onto him and easily he slipped inside of your wet core. He groaned loudly as the feeling of your walls stretching to fit all of him in sent shocks of pleasure down his spine. You repositioned yourself so that your hands rested behind you on his legs. Slowly at first, you began to rock your hips back and forth, grinding on his pubic bone to help bring you closer to your release.
As Loki looked up at you, your head tilted back as you rode him, the moon silhouetting your form, he was overcome with such passion for you he could hardly breathe. You were his own personal goddess and he wanted nothing more than to bring you immense pleasure. His hands found to your hips and gripped them tight as he moved them along with you.
“Gods, you look beautiful on top of me,” he growled with lust.
You ran your fingers through your hair and pushed it back over your shoulders and out of the way. A thin layer of sweat sparkled over your torso and you could feel yourself drawing closer and closer to that sweet release. Loki noticed you pick up the pace a little and knew you were getting close. He sat up and wrapped his arms around you, rotating you while he was still inside you so that now you were on your back. He wanted to do the last bit of work to make you cum.
Grabbing one of your legs, he moved it up from under him and pushed it onto his shoulder so that he could pound into you deeper and deeper. Oh god he felt so good as he continued his steady rhythm.
“So close,” you moaned and then you felt it, that warmth growing at the base of your spine.
“Cum for me, my love, cum for me,” he panted, muscles straining hard.
Several more strokes and that was it. Your head flew back and you gasped as you came hard and fast. Loki could feel your walls clamp down hard as your orgasm shook through you and he too was come undone with a groan. His body shook along with your own until both of you fell into a pile on the ground of limbs and fluttering kisses.
Loki turned over onto his back and adjusted himself to be comfortable before he pulled you to him and held you in his embrace. Both of your glistening bodies were pressed tight together as you both rode out the last of your pleasures. You gazed back up at the sky; the stars felt as if they were burning brighter than ever before now as their last hoorah before they would soon be gone as the sun would banish them away.
This must be what Valhalla feels like, you thought to yourself. You closed your eyes for a moment, just filled with emotion for the man laying at your side. There was something bittersweet about finally getting to be with him when it was too late, but you were grateful to at least have this fleeting time with him rather than nothing.
Suddenly, you felt Loki move beside you making you look up at him concerned that he was going to leave. “Don’t go, my love. Please, let us stay here until we can’t any longer,” you implored him, but he had no intention of going anywhere from you.
“I am not going anywhere, my sweet,” he reassured you as he pulled you in even tighter to his arms. “It’s only you that I want to lie with as the world caves in.”
HI AGAIN IT'S CAL HOW ABOUT ONE WITH LOKI FINDING OUT YOU HAVE A PRAISE KINK AND HE USES IT WHEN HE WRECKS THE ABSOLUTE SHIT OUT OF YOU
a little drabble of sorts! because i'm getting back into writing after a whole semester of Not Writing™️. NSFW under the cut, as always.
You're so, so close.
You're almost completely silent. Loki holds you so tightly and so close to his own body, thrusting into you slowly. His arms are around you; one holds you by the waist (you can feel his wedding ring on your skin; it's cold, but you don't mind) and one holds you up to his chest, hand on the back of your head, so that your head is nestled into the crook of his neck. You're almost hugging. But, of course, you're doing more than hugging.
You whimper, shaking in his grasp. The pressure in your lower stomach is dangerously close to breaking, to spreading across your body. It's a warmth, an electric current. "L-Lo..." you whisper, "'m.. 'm close... s-so..."
Loki hums. You can hear the satisfaction there. "I know... That's it, sweet girl," he murmurs.
He hears the way your breath hitches, the way you go tense as the air in your lungs leaves you. He can feel the way you grip him tighter. He hears you moan out the smallest little "oh".
His smile grows. "Hmm, it seems... like my sweet girl... likes to be praised." His phrases are punctuated by his thrusts into you. "Don't you?"
You can barely manage a nod. But you do, and you are able to whisper out a little "uh huh". Your legs are shaking and twitching just the tiniest bit.
"Come," he says, "come for me. Come on, angel. Be a good girl. Make me proud — oh—"
As soon as the words "make me proud" leave him, you're coming. You're gone, lost in the euphoria of release. You bite his shoulder. He holds you through it... thrusts through it.. while you sob out your little whimpers of pleasure for only him to hear.
He gasps, breath trembling from the force of it. "That's it," he gasps, "there you go... that's my girl..."
He has already made the mental note. She likes that. She likes that... a lot.
There was a split second when Mobius asked Loki if he was an analyst where my brain was like, “weird compliment and you haven’t even said hi to him yet but sure, continue.” I wish I could go back to that split second and never leave.
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Pairing: Loki x Fem!Soulmate Reader
Summary: Loki's a bit drunk and seeks out your love.
Warnings: Cuteness overload.
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“ANOTHER!!” you heard Thor from the other side of the room, recognizing immediately the laughter that belonged to your dearest boyfriend, who was drinking next to his brother.
Another party Tony threw in the tower to release some tension and stress, working rather well so far, you even got to see Natasha flirt with Dr. Banner, you were totally going to tease her afterwards.
“What is he doing?” Pepper came your way, two drinks in hand which she handed one to you, all while giggling at Loki, “Just being himself” she couldn’t believe it, the infamous god dancing? “I don’t remember him like this” you laughed and patted her shoulder, “I cherish this moments, when he can just laugh and allow himself to be goofy, Thor does even more than me, I love seeing them together just having a good time as brothers” Loki caught your loving stare, smiled and shushed everyone until the room was silent.
Then he resumed singing:
I stormsvarte fjell jeg vandrer alene
Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem
I eplehagen står møyen den vene
Og synger: når kommer du hjem?
Never breaking eye contact with you, barely keeping his balance, but holding the notes amazingly. When he finished he fell on Thor’s side, belly laughing and just being genuinely happy, “I love him so much” you sighed taking place next to Natasha, “When he’s like this he’s even likable” you threw an olive to Barton, “Don’t be an asshole, Loki doesn’t need to be drunk to be likable!” they laughed, of course they wouldn’t understand.
“Y/N!!” Loki’s cheerly calling your name made you look behind you, Thor helped him move to you by holding him up by his shoulders, then sat him to your right. Loki immediately pulled you flush against him, nuzzling his face in your hair and the crook of your neck.
“Y/n! you heard me sing?” he was just like a child in this state, he was so careless and cute, “Yes! My love, that was amazing!” he pulled your legs up to sit across his lap, rosing the tip of your nose with his lips, “Jeg kan ikke tro at jeg har deg i livet mitt” he whispered lovingly, “Min elskede, du er det beste som noen gang har skjedd meg” you answered back.
“Can we go? I need you all to myself” he kissed your neck, right under your ear, “Go? Already? I thought you were having fun” he whined, hugging you tighter, “I need your cuddles, and I want to feel you” he kissed your cheek, “And feel your weight on top of me” another kiss to your bare shoulder since the dress you wore was sleeveless, “And I want your kisses, your hugs, your smell” he loudly smooched your lips before looking at you with his irresistible frost giant puppy eyes, “I want you, pretty please?”.
He damn knew you couldn’t say no to him, “Well guys, we’ll take our leave, see you tomorrow” as soon as he heard you he teleported himself with you still on his lap, only to re appear in his bed, your body straddling his.
“What do you need min elskede?” he smiled as you leaned down to pamper his face with kisses. His hands wandered down to grab hold of the hem of your skirt, slowly pulling it up as his knuckles brushed your thighs, then your belly, until he completely discarded it.
“I love when you wear my colors” he purred burying his face in between your breasts, your underwear was forest green, laced, just like he likes it.
“I know baby” he purred into your skin, he felt so comfortable with you. "I love you Y/n" he gasped and acted like he just realized that.
"Me too my love" he took off his dress shirt and threw it away, your skin totally against his. It was something of the closeness while being naked, not as a sexual thing, but as a intimate contact moment between you and him, it just felt right.
He sighed and let out a moan, carrying out a jawn in the process. "Wanna sleep, my love?" He hummed in yes before he looked up and made kissy lips, he looked so cute! "One more kiss and then is pajama time" you pecked his lips but he pulled you by the nape of your neck and kissed you in a far deeper manner.
"Nooooo, kiss me, kiss me more my love...please?" Your heart clutched, who were you to say no? So, you accommodated yourself in his lap, gently making him look up at you and started spreading kisses all over his face.
He giggled wholeheartedly, roaming your back with his hands. "Sleepy?" You asked after he let out a jawn, followed by a few kisses to your collarbone. He groaned in response and with a flick of his wrist he changed both of you into pajamas.
He had been working so hard lately, it seemed fair that you spoiled him a little, "My love, why don't we...you know" you traveled down his torso, but he stopped you, "Not tonight my love"
"But your needs, you've been working so hard, it's only fair" he stopped you with a kiss, "I only need you in my arms, so come here, I want cuddles" you crawled up to him, failing onto his chest thanks to him. Actually, you ended up sleeping on top of him as he wanted.
He pulled you closer, if that was even possible, mumbled a few things you couldn't understand, and when you asked what he was saying he just shook his head, placing kisses all over your neck then your lips.
"I love you so much my beloved" he smiled against your lips.
"I love you more, my dearest".
“Jeg kan ikke tro at jeg har deg i livet mitt" (I can not believe I have you in my life)
“Min elskede, du er det beste som noen gang har skjedd meg” (My beloved, you are the best thing that ever happened to me)
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Paring: Loki x Fem!Reader
Word count: 5.4K
Summary: Working as a cam girl always has its challenges, but when you start your new job at Stark Industries you never expect to meet your biggest fan, Mr Mischief.
Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18+) unprotected sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), sex work as written by an actual sex worker.
11pm, the same time every day, time for you to greet the world. You’d been working on webcam sites for the last two years. Originally it had been a short term thing, something to kill the time while looking for a more permanent job in your skill set, but who would have guessed that sex work would have been the perfect solution. You had a group of loyal fans, always logging on at the same time every day to see you, sometimes even just to talk to you.
Loki had been hauled up in his room for the last few months, ever since the incident in New York he had found it difficult to be himself anywhere other than his private quarters. Following the lead of his brother and abiding by the orders of his father had ended with him living with the rest of earths greatest protectors. He had been placed on the same floor as the rest of the ‘undesirables’, the most dangerous and occasionally untrustworthy of the team. Loki’s room was at one end of the hall, Bucky’s in the middle, Thor’s next to his, to keep a slightly distanced eye on Loki, and Bruce at the other end, who although being very much part of the core team was placed with the troublemakers with the reasoning that no one would protest much if he lashed out in one of his outbursts and accidentally injured one of them. He hated it, he hated living here with these people, he hated earth and it’s customs, strangely he even hated being away from Asgard, but there was one earthly thing he definitely didn’t hate, you.
Every night at 11pm exactly he’d settle down in bed, the laptop he was supplied by stark in his lap as he’d log on to watch you. He’d mostly stumbled upon you by accident, while learning about the primitive Midgardian technologies he’d found the browsing history of the previous owner of the device. Your beautiful happy face popping up immediately, capturing his interest in you instantaneously. You were wearing his favourite outfit today, a sheer, pink, feather fringed babydoll dress with matching lingerie. Your hair curled and your makeup done to perfection as you giggled and flirted your way through the incoming comments.
“Hi Mischief!” You giggle out his screen name excitedly in reply to his comment.
In the moments you acknowledged his messages he swore that he could feel his heart pounding within his chest, beating with desperation against his rib cage. Just as quickly as you said his name, you’d moved on to the next comments, replying in real time. Loki tipped regularly, easily edging into the hundreds with every tip, often more than most girls could hope to earn in a whole night. He had no use for Midgardian money, his magic could provide him with everything he wanted anyway so he never hesitated in using the card that had been set up by Stark for him, to buy necessities, to make you happy. Although he had only seen you through a screen he just knew that you understood him, that you of all people on this wretched planet would care for him. Even though he only knew you by your screen name, Cherry.
“Only 50 more tokens until a group show everyone!” You stated, bouncing excitedly for the camera as the tips rapidly rolled in. “Anyone that tip’s can see the show” you continue as you quickly hit your target, aided by Loki. “We’ve hit target already! Oh my god guys I can’t believe it. Okay, here we go!” You say in your sweetest voice as your room switches to private, pulling in all of tonight’s gifters. “So do we want the purple one, or the larger pink one tonight?” You ask as the viewers vote. “Ugh as if that was even a question you dirty boys. The pink one it is” you say, placing the toy on the bed next to you.
Pulling the babydoll dress over your head you caress your curves, pulling the straps of your bra down your arms slowly, teasing the camera. Loki had been hard from the second you started your show, even your soft bubbly smile was enough to arouse him, but in moments like these he swears that he could burst right on the spot.
Unclasping your bra you pull it from your chest, nipples pebbling instantly as you discard it to the side, beginning to pull down your panties. Turning your back to the camera as the fabric travels down your legs, you shake your ass as you gaze into the camera over your shoulder, the comments chiming like crazy on the screen.
Turning back, sitting on the bed you slowly open your legs, spreading yourself wide for the camera with a light blush spread across your face. The tips immediately pick up again as your nimble fingers explore your clit, rubbing soft circles into your bundle of nerves, moaning at the feeling. Your little moans and gasps felt like a personal calling to Loki, echoing through his mind as if they were a symphony that he could never hear enough, a prayer that he’d replay in his mind in the most painful of moments.
“You look beautiful like that, pet” Loki types, eagerly awaiting your reply as he begins to palm his length to the sight of you. Your attention is caught up with slipping the head of the large pink vibrator into your entrance, he’s certain that you’ve missed his comment.
“Mhm.. thank you Mischief baby” you reply through moans as you slip the toy deeper into your walls. The sound of your voice moaning out his pseudonym forcing his orgasm from him right there and then. Almost no friction needed as his white hot liquid spills over his abdomen and chest, leaving him twitching in his palm. He could swear that he’s never cum so hard as he does when watching you as he continues with your show, remaining just as hard as he was before.
Before long you can feel your orgasm build, bouncing up and down on the vibrator, your chest and ass jiggling with evert sultry grind.
“I.. I’m going to c..cum, please come with me baby” you ask with your sweetest pouty face, begging the audience to climax with you. Loki is already easily on his way to his second orgasm by the time your first arrives, stroking his hand at a rapid pace up and down his length, his breath hitching in his throat as he suppresses a moan.
“Fuck, I’m cumming for you baby.. oh my god” you moan out as your orgasm washes over you, much more staged than you would if you were alone, but no less enjoyable. Loki’s vision almost blacks out as he orgasms a second time, willing himself to keep his eyes fixed on your face as it contorts with pleasure. Pools of cum leaking onto his chest, joining his earlier spend as he rides out his orgasm within his hand, wishing that it was inside of you, filling you up.
Once you had come down from your orgasm you stayed to talk to your viewers, most of them leaving your room once they’d watched you and had their fill until the loyal few were the only ones left. Loki always stuck around after he’d cleaned himself up, the blissfully fucked out look on your face and your messed up hair making his heart giddy imagining that he had done that to you.
“It looks like it’s just you and me left now Mr Mischief” you giggle as you shuffle closer to the camera, a more intimate angle as if you were there only for him. He’d found himself so caught up in watching you that he’d hardly noticed the others leave.
“I’d love to see your face one day Mr Mischief, I’m sure you’re totally handsome, a man as sweet as you must be” you flirt. Your reference to his earlier comment making his heart almost stop, you remembered him, his comments, his presence, you. “But no pressure baby, I’d just love to see the beautiful face behind the screen and all of the lovely gifts” you say. Lokis brain absolutely freezes, desperately wanting to show you who he is, but also dreading your reaction when you find out. His silence lasts too long, all words escaping him as you blow him a final kiss, say your goodbyes and end your live stream.
11pm, Loki had waited all day to see you. His brother had been pushing him to join in with one of Starks ridiculous parties all day. He planned to make an appearance close to the end of the night when the majority of the guests were sufficiently inebriated.
11:10pm, still no sign of you, his palms twitching and his jaw grinding with anticipation. All he wanted tonight after this long fustrating day was to talk to you, to see your smile beaming back at him even just through a screen.
11:30pm, if he hadn’t been staring at the screen so intently he would have been pacing the room. You’d never been late before, there had been times when you’d been ill but you always let your followers know, he was genuinely worried about you.
11:58pm. An hour, a whole hour since he’d opened up his laptop to see you, bouncing like an excitable puppy. Before long he could hear his brother beckoning him to come and join the party that was raging downstairs.
00:00. Loki had finally succumbed to peer pressure, dressing in his black suit and quietly joining the party.
Walking downstairs with his too casually dressed brother, he was met with guests, quickly surveying the room for a corner to sulk in. There were the usual faces, the rest of the hero’s he, at best, sporadically socialised with along side businessmen, party animals and diplomats alike. He was a prince after all, the party was a true mixture of every walk of life.
Living down the hall from Bucky, Loki knew that he was some what of a ladies man, usually spotted with some impossibly tall, blond on his arm. Like always, Bucky did have someone on his arm, shorter than his usual type, impeccably dressed and well spoken. Even before you had turned around, he had recognised your laugh, the shy giggle that echoed around the room bringing you to the centre of attention, the gaze of every man and woman alike settling on you.
“Cherry?” He muttered in a whispered tone, almost a whimper, immediately regretting his words as they left his mouth. You spin around elegantly, your hair swooshing over your shoulder as you turn on your pointed heel to face him, your hand releasing from Bucky’s arm as you turn. He didn’t know what he expected he saw you, you were much shorter than he had anticipated, next to him anyway. But you were perfect, every inch of you sheer perfection as his azure eyes scanned your face.
“What was that Loki?” Bucky asks, looking perplexed as if he had heard the name before and was wondering how and why Loki was calling you that exactly. “This is Y/N, our new social media manager” he continues, introducing you both.
“I can think of something I’d like her to manage” Thor drunkenly mumbles out under his breath as he continues to nurse his drink, although he said it in a hushed tone, his voice could still be easily heard over any of the surrounding guests.
“Please, excuse my vulgar brother” Loki says, his hand reaching out as a peace offering. “I am Loki, Prince of Asgard, it’s a pleasure to meet you” he continues, struggling to control his hand from shaking as your grip meets his. Could you tell? Could you tell that his knees were weak even just seeing you? That his palms had grown sticky with sweat and that he felt flustered and hot like his suit was a cage wrapped around his body? He prayed not, focusing on the hope that you wouldn’t be immediately appalled by his previous indiscretions.
“Its lovely to meet you Loki” you say as you shake his hand gently, his cold skin on yours sending a shiver up your spine. “Or your majesty? I’m not sure what to call you, should I bow? I’ve never met a prince before” you joke, Loki laughs along with you, your smile immediately settling him. Sheer relief washing over him as you seem unshaken by his presence.
“Loki is just fine and I assure you that the pleasure is all mine” he says as you break the handshake. Just as quickly as your attention is drawn to him, you are pulled away by Stark, keen to introduce you to the rest of the team that you’ll be working with. After a few hours you need a break, waking towards the balcony before being pulled off down a darkened corridor by Bucky.
“I’m sorry Y/N, I honestly don’t know how to apologise enough for him calling you that” Bucky apologises. You’d been talking to him for years, he’d been one of the first private shows you’d ever done. He was kind and sweet and although you’d seen the things the winter soldier had done, Bucky was clearly not that person. You’d quickly grown attached to him and done something that was heavily discouraged as a cam girl, you agreed to meet him. After a few dates it was clear that you were better as friends, you helped him talk to women, he was a little rusty to say the least which was unsurprising considering that his last date was somewhere in the 1950’s. In return, he helped you get the job you’d always wanted, a key roll in a large company, something you’d dreamed of ever since you graduated. He promised to keep your alter ego safe, he swore that he hadn’t told anyone, so how did Loki know? Although things hadn’t worked out romantically between you and Bucky, you had slept together and as he apologised to you, you could almost feel the jealousy radiating from him.
“Doll you’ve got to believe me” he insists, pulling you closer to him.
“It’s fine Bucky, honestly. He could have been talking about cocktails for all we know, don’t worry” you say trailing your fingers down his arms, warm skin on one hand and cool metal on the other, an action that seems to have calmed him a little. “Let’s just go back to the party, okay?” You ask as you press a kiss to his cheek causing him to blush.
By the time you had rejoined the party it was well into the early hours of the morning, most other guests had departed. Bucky had warned you that the festivities occasionally end up with party goers attempting to lift mjölnir, apparently tonight was one of those nights.
“Ha! Engi ór þú eru worthy ór mjölnir” Thor drunkenly mumbles out, laughing at the Midgardians and hero’s attempting to lift his hammer while they look at him perplexed.
“Brother, none of the guests here will understand you if you insist in speaking the old tongue” Loki chimes in, looking impossibly cool, leaning back watching the spectacle taking place. His eyes quickly caught by you and Bucky entering the room together.
“Maybe our newest recruit should try” Thor says, gesturing for you to try and lift the hammer.
“If none of them are worthy there’s no way I am. Maybe your brother should have a go? Isn’t he a god too?” You question, much to the surprise of the rest of the room. Loki could feel his heart swell, not only did you think of him but you insinuated that he of all people would be worthy of welding his brothers hammer. Weather or not you knew the weight of what you were saying was uncertain, but either way he felt himself stand prouder at your words.
“Lady Y/N, do you know what my brother is the god of?” Thor slurs out, the rest of the team mostly distracted by their own conversations at this point.
“Uhm, I’m afraid I don’t know” you reply slightly sheepishly, almost embarrassed that you didn’t know. He could have been the god of saucepans or cutlery for all you knew. In the course of your conversation you had noticed Loki become fidgety, almost nervous as you walk closer to the two brothers, Bucky still glued to your side.
”He’s the god of mischief, doll” Bucky sneers out, the two of them were vague friends, bound together by their living proximity but still closer to acquaintances.
“Mischief?” You repeat, almost choking on the sip of your drink that you had just taken. “He’s the god of mischief?” You continue. You knew it was too good to be true, finding a job like this, you knew there must be a draw back. How could you ever have thought, even for a second, that him calling you your screen name was a coincidence, fuck. To Loki, hearing you call him ‘mischief’ in person was even sweeter than through a screen, the title melting from your lips like sweet honey. To everyone else, you must have sounded like a unsophisticated idiot choking on your drink.
“And occasionally lies” Thor interjects, clearly too inebriated to notice the tension that floats heavily in the air. Growing more agitated by the second, Loki shuffles on his feet trying to think of any way he can escape.
“I think Loki is too sweet to be the god of lies, although the god of mischief is believable” you say, coming out more flirty than you intended but nevertheless still true.
“If you think my brother is sweet then I am certain that you should try to lift mjölnir, you must be some kind of goddess for thinking of him as anything other than a trickster” Thor mutters, lifting mjölnir and holding its handle towards you expecting you to take it from him.
“Honestly I’m fine, I think I’d rather not know” you reply, much to Loki’s surprise. He is used to his brothers cruel remarks but so far has never met a soul, Midgardian or otherwise, that has turned down the offer to try and lift mjölnir. “In fact, I think I’d much rather have a drink with Loki” your words taking both Bucky and Thor by complete surprise. “Alone” you continue, Bucky’s face spread with jealousy and Thor’s with complete shock.
“What would you like to drink my lady?” Loki asks, his confidence quickly returning as you ask to be alone with him.
“I’ll have whatever your having” you reply. Quickly a cocktail glass shimmers into your hand, an icy pink daiquiri garnished with of all things, cherries before he leads you to a quieter room down the hall.
“First of all I’d like to apologise, I was some what taken by surprise” Loki says, standing at a safe distance. He maintained his calm and collected exterior while inside feeling as if his heart may explode in anticipation of your every word.
“It’s fine, I completely get it, why would you ever have expected me to have turned up here” you say, immediately feeling shy. He’s a god, an actual god, a real god has been paying to see you. You thought Bucky being a super soldier was shocking enough but apparently life wanted to stun you to death by introducing an actual god into your life. “Besides, I said last night that I wanted to see you. I just hope I live up to your expectations” you say the end of your sentence in a quieter voice, gazing up at Loki as he quickly walks closer to you.
“Y/N, you are more than I could have ever hoped for. I have wished to meet you more times than you could ever imagine” he says, quickly reminded of how he had first seen you. He’d paid, multiple times, to see you sexually, something that before his mishap in New York wouldn’t have bothered him in the slightest, but now standing alone with you, he felt embarrassed.
“I’m happy I’m not a disappointment” you say, as he brushes the hair from your face.
“You could never be a disappointment pet” he says, silences forming between his words, his body moving closer to yours until you were pressed together, the backs of your legs hitting some kind of conference table. Cautiously, slowly, Loki bends down pressing a soft kiss onto your lips. You could easily feel the love in his touch, every graze of his hand or kiss of his lips filled with adoration.
“Norns, I’m sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t have” he says quickly backing away from you, his expression filled with worry. He was strangely similar to how Bucky was when you had first met, full of hesitation and wanting. Silently, your hands reach up around his neck, pulling him down to kiss you once again, this time filled with more passion. Lokis confidence quickly grows, pushing you back against the table, reaching under your legs and placing you onto it. Your legs opened wide to accommodate him as he kisses you incessantly, his palms that had grown sticky from nervousness earlier now returning as you push yourself closer to him.
“Uhm, maybe we should take this somewhere else. As much as I want you to fuck me right here on this conference table I haven’t even had my first day at my new job yet” you joke between kisses, letting Loki pull you from the table and into a nearby lift. The walk from the conference room across the hallway was filled with silence, the want to make a good impression in front of your new coworkers along with hiding your actions from Bucky who you were certain would be brimming with jealousy should he ever find out what had just happened between the two of you. The first few seconds seemed like neither of you had any idea how to act around the other, nervously fidgeting on almost opposite sides of the lift. The awkwardness was quickly broken by Loki, pushing the emergency stop button in a sudden leap of confidence
“To hells with it” he groans, pulling you into his embrace and pushing you against one of the mirrored walls of the elevator. His hands trail the smooth satin dress that clings to your curves, pulling the skirt of your dress up around your waist. Kissing down your body he kneels before you lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. His lips travel up your inner thigh until they reach your panties, pulling them down your legs before stuffing them into his suits jacket pocket. Like a man starved, his tongue hastily explores your folds, your warm liquid already coating your entrance as he licks a strip up to your clit. Flicking over your sensitive bundle of nerves you can already feel your orgasm building, having taken the night off of your show, you never expected that you’d be cumming at all tonight let alone in the elevator of your new job, on the face of a god that up until now you could only ever have dreamed of meeting.
With your orgasm rapidly approaching you feel your knee become weak, Lokis grip on you intensifying to prop you up, your hands gripping tightly onto the handrail as you grind into Lokis face.
“Fuck Loki, I’m so close” you moan, his pace increasing as you feel your orgasm wash over you. You’d heard whisperings of his nickname ‘silver tongue’ which although you were certain wasn’t for the same reasons you were currently experiencing were true nevertheless. Your essence flowing down his throat, his tongue diving inside your entrance drinking you down. It was a taste he’d longed for, for months. Every memorable dream and fantasy he’d had finally coming true. You pull him off the floor to meet you, heated kisses pressed into your lips as you taste yourself on his tongue. Desperate hands claw at his suit, unbuttoning his shirt in record timing as he pulls the top of your dress down, your breasts bouncing as he uncovers them. With every touch you just wanted to please him, you could almost feel his need for love, for someone to genuinely want him. As this thought crosses your mind you drop to your knees in front of him, finishing opening his trousers as his length springs free, pre cum leaving little droplets all over his lower stomach and opened white dress shirt. As you take ahold of him you swallow, mostly from the want to have him inside of you but also from the sudden contemplation of how you were ever going to fit all of him into your mouth, he was impossibly huge and being so much smaller than him the sheer logistics of it completely baffled you momentarily. You begin by placing soft kitten licks to his tip, this alone had him almost bucking his hips, desperate to feel more of you on him.
Swirling his tip around in your mouth you take him deeper, edging him slowly into your mouth inch by inch. As your pace increases the tip of him hits rapidly into the back of your throat, little choking noises only encouraging him to begin moving as his hands grip into your hair. Using one of your hands, you wrap it around the remainder of his length that you struggle to fit into your mouth, pumping him at the same time as sucking. Your other hand lightly squeezing onto his balls, making him moan out.
“Norns, if you keep going like that I’m going to cum pet” he moans, the mirrored elevator giving him a perfect view of your entire body, your ass and breasts bouncing as your mouth wraps around him. The view is perfect, but there’s nothing better than when he looks down and catches your eye line, you’d been gazing up at his face watching his contort with pleasure. He’d barely realised you’d been watching him until his eyes met yours, his baby blues baring into yours as his hips begin to stutter.
“Not yet, I want to feel you first, love” he says pulling you from the floor. Lifting you onto the hand railing he balances you perfectly, his body acting as a counter weight as he pushes into you.
With your legs spread wide for him, wrapped around his waist he takes ahold of his length, sliding it through your moistened folds. His tip teases your clit as he pushes into you, explicit moans echoing around the small space reverberated by the glass as you feel yourself split open by his cock. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size, maybe your dead lock grip on his still covered biceps gave away the fact that he was easily the largest person or even toy you’d ever taken. Slowly he begins to move, his orgasm still on the brink at any moment as he restrains himself from immediately pounding into you. His eyes captivated on your face, the way you look at him, the way you feel around him. All of these things that he’s dreamed of coming true at the same time, all of this interrupted by the feeling of your lips on his, pulling him in to kiss you.
You begin to grind against him, encouraging his pace to pick up, his length hitting your g spot with every movement. He was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, the feeling of fullness was almost unbearable, but you wanted him desperately and every brush of your innermost walls had you crying out in ecstasy. Before long you could feel his pace begin to falter, his breath growing ragged against your neck as his orgasm approached.
‘Fuck, cum with me Loki” you moan into his ear as you feel yourself clamp down on his cock. “Cum inside me, I need to feel you” you moan, the pleasure outweighing the risks at this point, your mind clouded by the feeling of him inside you. Your words granting all the permission Loki needed as you feel his liquid pouring into you, coating your walls in white. Your orgasm triggered by his as your head falls back against the elevator walls.
As you recover from your orgasms, Loki pulls you to the floor, still straddling him as he places soft kisses to your face, laughing and loving him, talking to him like you wished you could have the instant you first met.
“So, how did you find me? One hero finding me is pure luck, but two is just too much of a coincidence” you ask between kisses.
“Whatever do you mean sweet thing” he replies, smoothing your previously styled hair down until it looks less fucked out.
“Um, That’s how I met Bucky, he found me on my website” you reply, clarity as to who must have previously owned the laptop he was gifted when he first began his stay on earth.
“I was given a piece of Midgardian technology and you were one of their frequently visited webpages. I didn’t think too deeply into it as I was just learning the technology myself” he says, a small smile on his face, still in disbelief that he had you currently in his lap, his cock that had grown hard once again still nestled within your walls.
“.. and I’m assuming that ‘device’ must have belonged to Bucky. Maybe learning how to clear your browser history is too much to expect from a one hundred year old man” you giggle out, Loki along with you. Although what you were telling him probably would have bothered Loki in any other setting, imagining anyone he knew watching the girl of his dreams causing his blood to boil, right now this was the furthest thing from his mind. You were his.
“I may be just a tad older than you sweet thing, as a god I am currently somewhere over a thousand” he says, you always did have a thing for older men, apparently a lot older now.
Your giggles and kisses heating again as he pushes you to the floor, pulling off his jacket and shirt, the rest of his clothes and yours following discarded to the floor. Before you knew it, you were pinned underneath him, moaning out in total bliss once again as he fucks you harder this time. Your moans of pleasure must have alarmed some of the guests as the elevator doors spring open, revealing you both to the outside world.
“Jesus Christ, I’ll be washing my eyes out for weeks. Jarvis, get someone to clean elevator 4 please” stark bellows out drunkenly, luckily seemingly entertained by the whole situation. “The emergency stop button alerts the whole compound idiots, we thought you were trapped” he continues as he averts his eyes, a gaggle of party goers gathering behind him as you both rush to dress.
“I’m so sorry Mr Stark, I can’t apologise enough” you say, utterly ashamed but still unregretting of your actions.
“Don’t worry kid, if you think that’s the worst thing this place has seen, you have another thing coming. Besides, someone had to sleep with reindeer games eventually, this is the first time I’ve ever seen a smile on his face” stark continues. Saving you from the embarrassment, Loki uses his magic to press the button to his floor, the doors closing around you as you burry your face in his chest.
“Come on love, let me treat you like I’ve wanted to all this time. Let me care for you” he says as the elevator doors spring open and you make your way to his room. He really did mean it when he said he’d care for you. He ran you a bath and made sure you were comfortable before curling up in bed with you again and making you cum over and over again. You could feel his love in every touch, more than want, more than desire, he loved you and although you still had much to learn about him, you were certain that you’d love him in return. Truthfully, you already did.
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