#loki of jotunheim x reader

[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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[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

read it on ao3!!

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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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[oh-look-at-her]

"I can do....terrible things to you."

Pairing: agardian!reader x Loki

Warnings: profanity, PinV, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), oral sex(f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, use of pet names (Prince, princess, pet, dearest, etc), Loki is a warning in itself, degradation, mocking, name calling (just once I think), choking (for a little while), just smut in general

Author's note: I just wanted to say this is my first ever written fic so have mercy on me. I just really wanted to use that sentence from the Loki series🤭It was also supposed to be shorter...it did not keep to that. I also wanted to say that with the word "undergarment" I do not mean modern day underwear. I mean undergarment as in from the 1700's (like depicted in the photo underneath this text). Don't ask me why I decided to do that, I don't know. I think I've just been watching too much Outlander these last few days. Alr I'll stop my rambling now. I hope everyone enjoys♡

“Oh dear gods, another ball. How many of these are they going to organize?” Was my first thought when Thor asked me to go as his guest yet again the other day. I thought I wouldn’t be going.

And yet, here i am. Standing in a corner in the main hall of the majestic golden palace that the formerly mentioned prince calls home, with a glass of liquor in one hand and a small snack i grabbed from a faraway table in the other. Though i did want to support Thor in his victories of the week, that was not the true reason i came to another loud party.

“Quite the partygoer lately. Tell me, is it just because you enjoy being around obnoxiously drunk people or are you trying to charm my dear brother?"

And there it is. The infamous Loki Odinson, prince of Asgard, God of mischief and lies, to the irritation of many people. I know I wouldn't mind him getting mischievous at all though....

I eat the little one-bite snack in hopes of it distracting me from my thoughts, but to no avail.

Meanwhile, Loki keeps talking with a grin on his face and a sultry tone to his voice.

"If it is the latter, I suggest you stop, since he seems to have quite the interest in that other woman he's been eyeing all night."

I give him the best cocky look I can muster and answer back; "Thor does not have any interest in me and neither do I in him. He gets to ogle whoever he wishes, I thought you would know this, being his brother. Tell me, where is the sudden interest in your brother's love life coming from, dear prince."

"Oh please, a blind man would know he was shamelessly into her. Besides, how could I not be interested when my brother continuously invites the same woman to his... Celebrations."

He ogles me suspiciously, as if he doesn't believe I wasn't interested in that loveable blonde buffoon. I myself have a different type of God in mind. I opt to try and change his mind.

"Thor and I are friends. Why are you so interested in this?"

He hums dismissively and ogles the ongoing party.

"No interest in dancing?" he changes the subject.

"No, this dress is not a dancing type dress. Too tight and heavy. I should've opted for another, but it's too late now." he looked my dress up and down as I spoke, seemingly uninterested, though his tone of voice said otherwise.

"Well, beauty over functionality, isn't it? Seems as if you've succeeded in that area, at least."

My stomach flips and the corners of my mouth lift up into a faint taunting smile as I look up at him. "You think I look beautiful?"

He looks back at me, a faint trace of surprise tainting his expression. "Well yes, I wouldn't have said what i did if I did not think it. When have I ever been known to lie about my opinions, dearest?"

My mind jumps at the mention of the pet name and the compliment paired with it and although I tried to hide my surprise, the faint smirk on the God's face tells me enough. Nevertheless, I look at him with a playful light in my voice.

"Well, you are the god of lies. I would expect you to live up to this Title, as you do your other titles."

"Ah, and what titles are these, pray tell?" he asks as he looks at me with disdain, as if I offended him.

"Those of you being the god of mischief, as well as a relentless trickster. Though people say you usually can't do much harm." I chuckle at Sif's offensive words towards the prince of Asgard.

He chuckles with me, though I suspect because of something else, because his expression had turned darker, his gaze falling on mine again.

"Well, I assure you that I can do... Terrible things to you and anybody I wish."

He says in a low, dark voice, his unrelenting gaze catching the widening of my eyes and the heaving of my chest at his threatening words. Although his words do anything but scare me.

Is that a promise? I think to myself, my mind running wild with the different context his words could be said in.

He grins at me, still not letting his eyes wander from mine. "Do you want it to be?" he suddenly asks.

"What?" I manage to spurt out, shock and excitement having taken over my mind.

"Do you want it to be a promise?" he repeats his question with that same dark, knowing smile on his face.

Did I say that out loud? I'm certain I didn't.

"No, you didn't." he answers my thoughts once again and fear and embarrasment seep into my bones as I realize how he had known.

"How long have you been reading my mind?" I ask him with a shaky voice. He chuckles again, knowing he has the upper hand now. He drops his gaze to his shoulder gently touching mine. When did that happen?

"While you were inquiring why I was so interested in my brother's 'love life' as you put it."

Oh. My. Gods. He had seen and heard every single thing I had been thinking. How embarrassing. I wanted to dig a hole to Hel and stay there until I had melted into the fires forever.

"That's a bit dramatic." he tells me. I move away from him with a scowl, taking care that we didn't touch anymore so he couldn't read my mind any longer, but he already knew all of it. He had heard all my lewd thoughts about him and he thought it funny.

He still has that annoyingly handsome smirk plastered on his face as he gestures for us to move away from the busy crowd and into the halls that lead to various rooms. I decide to follow him. All the harm that could be done had already been done, so why not? He knew it all now. He is silent as we walk through the halls, muffled music still being heard from the party.

"You know, I would expect you to say something...." I trail off as he stops walking and opens a door we arrived at. He gestures for me to enter the room.

It is a lavishly elegant room, accents of gold layered the cream colored walls, a nightstand with multiple drawers and a bed with silky sheets line the left wall, while the other side of the room is dedicated to a roaring fireplace and two lounge couches in the same shade of green as the silk sheets on the bed. In the middle of the wall I am facing, there is a lavish balcony that had a beautiful view towards Asgard. Loki walks towards the bed and sits down on the golden bench in front of it.

I stay by the door, looking at him expectantly, hoping he would clear up the fact that we just entered (what I presumed is) his room without a word being said. He sighs and finally opens his mouth.

"Yes, you're right. I should say something." he pauses for a moment, looking me up and down, though this time not in a rude manner. No, this time it felt more like... Admiration. The God of Mischief and Lies is looking at me with admiration.

"You're a beautiful woman. I must say, I had my eye on you ever since you entered this castle for the first time. Though I thought my brother had claimed you for his own, due to him always inviting you to these gatherings. When you told me this wasn't the case, I decided to see if you were being truthfull or not. I must admit, it was an invasion of your privacy, but I do not regret it one bit."

He gestures for me to join him and sit next to him. I oblige and walked over to him, opting to stand due to the uncomfortability of my dress. He notices this and looked down with a smile gracing his lips.

"So yes, what I said is true. You are beautiful, though this dress could never do you justice. Plus, you seem incredibly uncomfortable in it."

I scoff at his words. "What, are you going to offer to take it off of me? I've heard that line a thousand times, it is not original. Besides, I very well think this dress makes me look exquisite. Why else would I wear it?"

"I did not say you didn't look beautiful in the dress. I am merely noting that it does not do you justice." he answers cockily

"And what would do me justice then, Prince?" I spit back at him, getting a little annoyed at his degrading tone, making my mind wander to unholy places once more.

His low chuckle echoes in my ears. Gods, that chuckle. It's so... Seductive.

"Won't tell, princess." the pet name surprises me. Sure, I had called him Prince, but he is a genuine Prince. I feigned nonchalance.

"Ah, there it is. Let me guess, you'd have to take off my dress to show me?" his playful expression turns into one of ice, filled with lust and seduction. It was a thrilling sight to see.

"You'd let me." he said, with full confidence, because he knew it was true. I didn't need to answer him as he stands and closes the small distance between us, making me look up because of his obnoxiously tall figure.

The playful twinkle in his eye had been replaced with something dark, possessive almost. My breath hitches in my throat as his hand ghosts up until it reached the dip of my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to him.

And I let him.

His gaze was ice cold as he inspected my entire face and figure again. Gods, I love it when he does that. He dips his head until I feel his breath near my ear.

"I know." he whispers into my ear. This asshole was reading my mind any time he could, but even if i could stop him, I don't think i would. He lifts his head to look at me again, this time a devillish smirk is playing at the corners of his mouth again.

Please kiss me already.

I beg to myself and I know he heard it. He finally dips his head down to my lips, I part them as I desperately await his kiss. He doesn't kiss me yet, though. He chuckles at my sigh of frustration, though it sounds more like a whine than I had intended.

His amused and torturous gaze lands on my desperate one. "What is it, pet?" he whispers against my lips. So close.... He knows exactly what he's doing. Of course he does. I'd waited so long, stayed up so many nights because of the thought of him being this close. Or closer....

My eyebrows furrowed at the thought of these nights and I know he saw. I know he knows exactly what I'm thinking, but I don't care. I want him. And I'll have him.

"Will you, now? Last I checked, I'm the Prince here. You are under my command, are you not?" he outright laughs at my attempt to kiss him, get him closer to me in any way. He moves away from me, opting to move towards one of the lavish Green couches on the other side of the room. He looks at me over his shoulder while he did so, plaguing me, teasing me with the distance he's creating.

I stare at my hands, nervously playing with my fingers whilst trying not to grieve the loss of his touch. His hand on my waist, His chest pressing against mine, his lips so close to mine... I hear him walking around for a bit while I'm still fidgeting with my fingers, not daring to look his way unless asked.

"Don't get shy now, pet. Look at me." I lift my head to see him sitting comfortably on the couch, his fine asgardian leather suddenly having been replaced with a pair of comfortable looking black lounge pants and... No shirt.

He's trying to get under my skin, I know it. But I don't care one bit as I let my gaze travel along the impressive muscle tone of the Prince, trailing from his shoulders to his chest, from his chest to his toned abs, from his abs to that perfect V-shape that's only disrupted by the thin fabric of his pants.

I let my eyes wander further up now, admiring the strong biceps and, Gods, those perfectly veiny arms. And finally those hands...i could stare at them all day, just the sight of them makes me almost want to drool.

He's so perfect. And he knows it as I finally meet his icy gaze and that same goddamn smirk that made my heart freeze and my hands tremble.

He knows it when he gestures for me to walk towards him and close the distance he so painstakingly created just a minute ago.

He knows it when he stands before me, pulling at the strong threads that were holding my dress together, making the first layer of my dress fall to the ground.

He knows it when he carefully unties my corset with gentle patience, unlacing it with his slender fingers and finally taking it off of me.

He knows it when I'm standing before him in my undergarment, looking me up and down, not with just hunger or lust, but with adoration and relief. The sheer fabric does nothing to hide my body, even showing off my nipples that had hardened due to the cold night air.

And gods, does he know it when he guides my arms to lay on his shoulders, peppering tender kisses onto every inch of skin he can find, pulling me closer and finally granting me the kiss I had been longing for ever since I had seen him for the first time.

His lips capture mine so perfectly in a dance of passion, not at all what I had expected from a God of mischief. I had expected something feral, completely driven by lust. Hel, I'm not sure I even expected him to outright kiss me. No, this exceeds all my expectations.

He carefully bites my lower lip, granting him entrance to lick inside my mouth and taste me, deepening the kiss. The feeling of excitement and arousal growing with every passing second.

He grinds himself into me, pulling me closer and closer. I can feel his cock getting hard through the fabric of his pants, making me clench my cunt around nothing. My hands roamed through his hair, not nearly as greasy as I had imagined, instead I am met with soft curls and a pretty sound coming from the Prince's lips as I tug at them.

He's everywhere. His arms around my waist, squeezing it tight and keeping me close to him. He overtowers me by far, and he has to lean down a distance even with me standing on my tiptoes to reach. His scent, his taste, his hands.

Gods, I need him. He breaks the kiss, but not without tugging at my bottom lip another time, a little rougher now, though.

His breath is steady, whereas mine is ragged and uncontrollable as he rests his forehead against mine, his lips still hovering so close to mine.

"I know, I need you too. You've no idea how long I've wanted you." he whispers, again answering my thoughts. I didn't mind this time, though. I want him to hear and see everything I am thinking. I want him to know what I want.

But that doesn't mean I'm not going to play first. He had been so gentle and loving and it feels so good to be worshipped, but that would have to wait for another time.

He lifts his head up to look at me. "What is it?" he asks, curiosity lacing his voice.

I smile at him, hoping it looks as seductive and entrancing as I want it to and take his hand, slowly guiding him towards the bed.

Upon reaching it, I lie down comfortably in the midst of the bed, tugging at him to do the same. He climbs on top of me, again ogling me with curiosity. This surprises me, if he was still reading my mind he would know what I am doing.

"Opting to not read my mind anymore?" I ask, with a smile.

"I thought it'd be more fun if I don't know exactly what you're going to do before you do it." he grins, seeing that this has pleased me. Now I can do what i want.

I tangle my hands in his hair again, watching his face as it contorts into a relaxed expression as I tug a bit at the strands again. I bring his lips to mine again, but this time, I want it to be different. I bite his lip roughly, making him open his mouth in surprise as I lick into him now, tasting berries and a tinge of alcohol on his tongue. I moan into his mouth at the taste and it seems he finally realized what I was trying to do. He kisses me back hungrily, seizing control again, much to my liking. He abruptly pulls away afterwards, much to my dismay.

He looks down at me with a knowing smirk on his face. "What's wrong, princess? Don't want me to be nice anymore? What do you want? Go on, say it. I know you know exactly what it is." he urges me on with a sultry tone to his words.

"Please...i want you to be mean to me."

"Really?" he feigns surprise, "whatever would you mean by that, darling?" he asks, starting to tease me by peppering kisses along my jaw.

"I want-" he shifts his body so he's lying perfectly on top of me. I can feel his cock rubbing against my clothed cunt and it sends a shiver down my spine. "Please just-" his kisses grow hungrier as he guides himself down to my neck. "Could you please be rough..." he bites down on my neck, emitting a gasp from me. I think that was his answer to my plea.

He is indeed rougher now, biting and suckling on the soft skin of my neck, gradually moving down... To my shoulder... To my collarbone... And then. The hem of my undergarment.

He looks at me while twirling his finger around the measly little thread. The only thing that's between him and my bare body. The only thing he'd have to loosen before slipping my last piece of clothing from me and leaving me bare. And that's exactly what he did.

He slowly, teasingly pulls at the thread and folds the fabric to the side, revealing my tits to him. He rips his eyes from mine and finally meets my bare chest, looking at it like a starved man would a plate of hot food.

He started where he left off, just below my collarbone he peppered kisses and bites again. Slow, agonizing, teasing movements until he finally reached my hardened nipple, waiting, aching for him.

He hungrily takes the sensitive bud into his mouth, suckling on it with rough movements, his hand coming up to cup my other boob roughly. I whine at the sensation, his tongue lavishly doing its job in pleasuring me.

After a while, he flashes me a devillish smile before moving onto the other nipple, suckling at the same pace, much to my relief as it is the perfect pace and he knows this.

I squirm underneath him, whining and moaning as he keeps suckling on my nipple, the sensation making me crave for more. I grind against his hard-on and I swear I heard a whimper coming from the Prince's mouth. He stills for a moment, his hands clawing at my hips to stop me from moving.

"Be patient, pet. Let me enjoy you." is all he says before continuing to suck on my tits, keeping me on edge and increasing my arousal a thousand fold while doing so.

His hands explored my body with rough motions. Grabbing my waist, squeezing it, fondling my tit. Finally he reaches my shoulders, his hands slide down the length of my arms and he grabs my hands before pulling his mouth off of my nipple.

He sits up straight and, while never breaking eye contact, brings my right hand up to his mouth and kisses it. A stark contrast to how he was sucking on my tits just a second ago, but not unwelcome. He kisses my wrist now, then my forearm, then my bicep, then my shoulder.

Then he switches his attention to my neck again, bruising and marking me, coaxing soft moans from me. There would be no way to cover up those spots, although I'm not sure I'd want to or if he would let me.

He continues his trail of kisses downwards again, this time dragging my undergarment down with him. He stopped for a moment to look at me again.

"Off." he gestures towards my undergarment. I obey and quickly slip off the feeble piece of fabric, discarding it on the floor next to his bed. Once I face him again, completely bare now, he looks at me with approval.

"Good girl." he whispers under his breath, but I heard. I smile at his words of praise as he looks me up and down hungrily. He leans down and, while maintaining eye contact, licked a stripe up my body from my hips to my chest.

I breathe out a moan at this scandalous action. He flashes me a cunning smile before biting my nipple gently, coaxing a surprised gasp from me. He continues biting and suckling on my skin, moving down... Down... Down. Until he reaches my thighs.

He wraps his hands around my knees and spread them apart as far as they'll go, slowly and teasingly he leans down again. He starts kissing my thigh, occasionally softly biting down to coax an unexpected whimper from me.

He finally inches closer to where I need him the most. He looks at my pussy with hunger in his eyes, licking his lips and looking up at me. He softly blows on it, making me moan from the sensation. I grab ahold of his locks again, hoping to be able to push him down and just make him have me already, but he doesn't let me.

"Impatient now, are we? I can certainly tell with how wet you are. Is this all for me, pet?" he asks me as his hands caress my thighs. I don't know how to answer him, so I just whine and buck my hips towards him, hoping that he gets the message.

He chuckles at my desperate attempts at seeking his tongue. "Please..." I beg, feeling nothing but longing for the god in between my legs in this moment. He sighs before demanding; "please what?"

"Please just take me already, Loki." I answer him in an annoyed tone, but before I can release a huff of annoyance, he licks a stripe from my hole to my clit. I moan languidly at the unexpected move.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asks teasingly.

"Yes, Gods, yes." I sigh, throwing my head back.

He chuckles at my pathetic tone and starts lapping up the arousal that had been gathering all evening. He moans at the taste, reveling in it as he flicks his tongue over my clit.

His movements have me keening and bucking my hips as he fucks his tongue into me. People said he had a cunning tongue to him(although probably not in this context) and they were right. Gods, does he know how to eat a woman out.

His tongue laps at me at just the right pace, fucking in and out of my cunt, softly suckling on my clit. He brought his hand up to cup my tit as he did so, overwhelming my senses and making me grab onto his hair. This coaxed another moan out of him, sending vibrations throughout my body.

I can feel the coil in my stomach beginning to tighten. I'm close and he knows it, because he suddenly changes his original pace to a slower one, making me whine.

"Loki.... Don't be mean." I tell him.

He stops his movements altogether now, looking up at me with a cocky grin. "What's the matter, princess?" he feigns pity.

"You know exactly what, i was close." I huff, sexual frustration coaxing through my whole body.

He laughs at my attitude. "You don't get to decided when you cum, pet. I do. You are under my command now and what I say goes." he answers in a dark, possessive tone of voice.

His words make my stomach flip and my pussy clench around nothing. He's so attractive, I can't help it. He knows it, noting my reaction to his words. He lifts his head from between my thighs and climbs back on top of me, his face right in front of mine. I can't help but admire him, especially from this angle. His hair framing his face, his eyes piercing my own, his lips... In that sadistic smile.

"What? Do you like it when i control you? Do you want to be my toy, hm?" he whispers, looking me right in the eyes, never letting go of my gaze. He catches the widening of my pupils, the quickening pace of my breath, the desperation in my eyes. No, he doesn't need to read my mind to know how i feel.

He leans down, brushing his lips over mine. I try to catch his lips with mine, but he doesn't let me. He's teasing me again. I whine as he laughs at me.

He laughs at me. How dare he, when i want him so bad and I know he wants me too. How dare he, when he knows how desperate I am for his touch. How dare he, when I'm lying naked underneath him and he is denying me what I want.

"What is it? Annoyed? What do you want, princess?" he asked me tauntingly.

I lift up my hand to caress him. I let my hand slide higher up the back of his neck, having my fingers intertwine with his locks and pulling him down by them until my lips are right next to his ear. He lets me.

I lick at his earlobe experimentally and a soft moan comes from the God's lips that I enjoyed a little too much. I took his earlobe in my mouth and sucked on it a few times, making Loki melt on top of me.

I stop only to whisper in his ear; "I want you to fuck me." his entire demeanor changes as he looks me in the eyes. I'm suddenly hyper aware of my naked body and his hard length pushing against my thigh through his pants. The thought of him fucking me with it makes a pleasurable shiver run up my spine.

He flashes me a cunning smile and gets off the bed, leaving me cold and naked. His gaze scans over me while he takes off his lounge pants. My eyes land on his now bare cock, the sight making my mouth water and my pussy clench.

Gods, it looks delicious. I wouldn't mind having a taste of it. It's long yet still girthy and I'm suddenly nervous about the sheer size of it. He looks at me knowingly before finally getting on the bed again and on top of me. He settles in between my legs to admire me again.

"Turn around, pet." he commands. I do as he says and turn around, keeping myself upright with my knees and having my arms stretched out in front of me. He lets his hand travel the flesh of my thighs, the curve of my ass, the dip of my waist.

I can hear the sheets ruffling and I'm about to look behind me to see what he was doing, before I feel his tongue on my cunt again. I moan at the unexpected feeling. He laps at my pussy for a bit, drinking my arousal like it's his favorite beverage. He lets go of my waist and I feel his finger spreading my lips apart.

"So wet all for me. Look at that, pet. You're throbbing." fuck, and I can feel it as he uses his finger to spread my arousal through my pussy lips. The friction has me bucking my hips when i suddenly feel his finger probing at my entrance.

He pushes his slender finger inside of me, making me moan out his name. He curls his finger, making it hit that spongy spot inside of me. Gods, he's making me go feral. He pulls out his finger now, but before I can whine at the loss, he enters two fingers inside me.

He pumps his fingers in and out for a bit, but then switches to scissoring them inside my cunt, making me almost squeal in pleasure. He begins to lick at my clit again. The feeling of him sucking at the sensitive bud and scissoring his finger inside of me has me keening and the coil in my stomach quickly tightening.

My pussy clamps down on his fingers and he knows I'm about to cum. He suddenly stops all his movements, keeping his fingers inside my cunt, making me whine and mewl at my failed orgasm.

"Stop your whining. Didn't I tell you? I decide when you cum and I won't let you cum unless it's on my cock, do you understand?" I whine at his words, my mind being too far gone to string together coherent sentences to answer him.

"So pathetic for me. Look at you, lying there with your ass up just for me. And you like it, don't you?" I whine in response. "Of course you do, you're mine now. I'll do anything I want to you and you'll let me." he proves his point by spreading apart my ass cheeks and licking a stripe from my clit to my ass. I moan at the sensation.

"Do you want me to fuck you? Hm? Do you want me to make you mine?" he splays his hand down on my scalp, scratching it with his fingernails before tightly grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me up against his chest.

"Yes! Yes, please, make me yours. Please, Loki." I beg pathetically, but I don't care. I want him to fuck me already and I'll say anything to make it so.

He harshly throws me down on the bed again, shoving my face into the pillow in the process. I yelp at the unexpected action. Loki's hand travels now from out of my hair, over my back, my waist, to my ass. His other hand pumps up and down his dick slowly.

He starts to tease me with the tip of his cock, guiding it through my folds and spreading my arousal and his precum. I moan at the feeling, bucking my hips because why is he not railing me yet?

He stops his movements, his cock stilling right where my entrance is. I'm about to ask him why he stopped when i feel the tip of his dick entering me. I let out a near pornographic moan. Fuck, is he gooood.

The stretch feels so good after all his teasing, but he's not pushing any more of his cock in. Instead, leaving just the tip and staying where he is. I whine when i realize this and he knows exactly why.

"What is it? You want more, pet? Don't be greedy, take what I give you." he says, with a degrading tone to his voice that makes my cunt squeeze down on him. He cursed at this notion, but stayed as he is. I try to buck my hips to get more of him, but his strong hands are keeping me in place.

"Please, come on, I've been good. Pleaseeee." I beg him. "Please, Loki, i-" before I can finish my sentence he thrusts his whole length into me in one swift movement, making me choke on a sob from the pain and pleasure.

He doesn't still to let me adjust. Instead, he sets a rough pace. Fucking in and out of me fast and deep. So fucking deep, I can feel him in my stomach. I'm sure that if I had the physical strength to reach, I would be able to feel a bulge in my stomach from his cock.

My curses are high pitched and incoherent as the snap of his hips continues. "That what you wanted? Did you want to be fucked like this, hm?" I sob at his words, too overwhelmed to say anything.

"Is it too much, pet? But you were just begging me to take you, begging me to make you mine."

"T-too much-" I manage to stutter out in between his thrusts.

"Shut up, you can take it." he says in a mean tone of voice that send a shiver down my spine. "You asked for it. This is what greedy whores get." my pussy squeezes him like a vice at the degrading name he called me. Fuck, did that turn me on.

"Oh, you like being called that, hm? You like being treated like a dumb bitch." he says, grabbing a handful of my hair again and lifting up my head. "Don't you?" he asks me, emphasizing his words with a deep thrust. I answer with a guttural moan. He seems content with that answer, though. A sadistic smile claiming his lips.

"Turn over." he says all of a sudden, pulling his cock out of me and I whine at the empty feeling before obeying his order and lying down on my back now.

He leans down again and catches my lips in an aggressive kiss. He licks at my bottom lip, into my mouth. He thrusts back inside of me fully, catching me off guard. He swallows the moan it coaxes out of me and starts thrusting at the same unforgiving pace.

I close my eyes, too far gone to keep them open from the pleasure. His hand snaked towards my neck and chokes me, making my eyes shoot wide open and my hand clamp on to his.

"There we go." he says with a smile. "Keep your eyes on me, pet." so I do. I try with all my might to keep my eyes on him. Gods, the choking isn't helping. My senses are all overwhelmed, completely focused on the feeling of his cock spearing into me.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

I hear him curse under his breath when i feel the coil in my stomach tightening for the third time this evening, making my pussy clamp down on him again.

"Fuck, so tight for me. You feel so good." he brings his free hand to my clit, rubbing calculated circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I wanna cum inside you. Let me?" it sounds more like a demand than a question, but I shakily nod my head anyway.

The coil in my stomach gets tighter by the second. The snapping of his hips, the squeezing of his hand on my throat, the circling of his thumb on my clit. All of it.

Tightening... Tightening....

"Cum for me, princess." he tells me.

The coil snaps and the best orgasm of my life rips through my body. My pussy clamps down on him like a vice, my eyes roll to the back of my head, my jaw falls slack. He fucks me through my high and I can hear him cursing at how tight I am.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum inside you." he curses, his pace growing sloppy as he's nearing his high. He keeps fucking up into me, making me cry out from overstimulation.

A string of curse words falls from his lips as I feel his hot cum painting my walls. He rides out his high, letting his body relax on top of me. He embraces me gently, a stark contrast to how he was fucking me just a second ago. His hips cease their rocking motion.

We lie there for a bit like that; Him carefully holding me, his cock growing soft inside of me. Our sweaty bodies unwinding and relaxing against each other. I come to after a bit, finally snapping out of my brainless daze.

"So you really thought that I was fucking your brother?" I ask him.

"Yes, I did." he sighs. I chuckle at his tired response.

"So what was your first thought when you read my mind and figured out I most certainly was not?"

"Surprise at the disgusting thoughts that courses through your head about me, mainly." he says tauntingly. "But also relief."

"Awhh how sweet." I coax.

"You know, I was right." he says in a cocky tone.

"About what?"

"That dress doesn't do you justice and I was exactly right about what does." he answers. I chuckle at his words.

"You know what I was also right about?"

"No, what's that, Prince?" I ask teasingly.

"You let me show you exactly what did do you justice, princess."

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[lokigodofmyheart]

The Secret

Loki x Female Reader.

Summary: Y/N and Loki had been best friends for a long time now. After the fight in Jotunheim and Thor’s banishment, he had been distant with you after discovering he’s a frost giant and afraid she will hate him when she found out. - 2.774 words.

Y/N had checked everywhere for Loki. The library, kitchen, gardens, training fields…the only place left it was his chambers, so she makes your way through the halls, towards the Prince’s Chambers. Loki’s quarters were usually very quiet. However, now it seemed way too quiet, colder than usual. She approaches his door slowly and knock. 

“Go away…” Loki mumbles from the other side. 

“It’s me.” Y/N says. She knew Loki hated when people interrupted him, but he never mind when it was her. 

Loki remains silent. She doesn’t hear him get up from his bed, but the door slowly creaks open until he’s facing her “Go away, Y/N.” Loki mumbles again, still not looking straight at her. 

Y/N had a smile on her face when he opens the door, but it quickly vanished when she sees the state he is "Hey, what happened?" 

He doesn’t say anything, but his gaze finally meets hers. He looks exhausted, there are bags under his eyes and he’s paler than usual. He mumbles again, this time louder “I said go away.” 

Her hands found his face, holding him to look at her “You're not okay...” 

Loki pulls himself away from her grasp, moving back into his chambers and sits down on the edge of his bed again. He buries his head into his hands. There’s so much he’s been trying to process lately, but now it’s finally catching up to him. He mumbles yet again, this time she can make out what he’s saying “Please...go away…I’m fine…” 

She follows him, closing the door behind her before she sits by his side, sighing “You  know you can't lie to me.” 

He looks up at her, a little annoyed by the way she’s insist on staying. However, his expression softens “I know you’re persistent…” He mumbles again, hiding his face in his hands again “Please…can we drop it…I’m fine…” 

"If you don't want to talk about it, I won't press you." Y/N puts her hand on his shoulder to comfort him. 

Loki leans into her touch, finding a small sense of comfort in the gesture. He lets out a deep sigh, “Thank you…” He mumbles, a quiet and almost defeated tone to his voice. He seems like he still wants to talk, but can’t bring himself to say the words. 

She gives him a small smile "But I hope you know that I'll listen to you if want to talk about...you know that, right?" 

Loki finally moves his hands from his face, looking straight at her “I know, I know, I just…” He trails off, there were so many things he wanted to share with her. So many things that had been bugging him, but he couldn’t bring himself to bring them up “Just thank you…” Loki remains silent for a little longer, closing his eyes and thinking to himself. He sighs and then finally turns to look at her, once again “Hey…can I…tell you something?” 

“Of course.” Y/N says to him. 

He takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what he’s about to tell her “I…I just want you to promise to not tell anyone, okay? No one can know what I’m going to tell you…” He looks away, taking another breath.  

“I promise.” She says. Loki takes another sigh, trying to find the right words to say. He’s unsure of how she'll react, but she’s one of the only people he can trust.  

“I…I found out something and I…well…it’s not a good thing and I just…” He trails off, unable to express exactly how he’s feeling. He takes another deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment as he tries to work up the courage to tell her. Loki takes another deep breath and stares at the ground. “Do you know what a frost giant is?” 

Y/N nods at him “Yeah...big, blue and cold creatures.” 

Loki’s face turns ghostly pale as he continues, still not meeting her eyes “What if I told you…I was one…?” 

She thinks for a few seconds "Is this one of your pranks?" 

He looks up at her, finally making eye contact again. He shakes his head, unable to hide the seriousness in his expression “No…No. I swear it’s not…” 

“Oh...” she keeps looking at him “Okay.” 

Loki’s body suddenly tenses up. He’s waiting for her to react, waiting for her to judge him. He’s expecting nothing but scorn in her voice, anger and disgust. However, when she only give him a simple “okay” instead of saying any of those, Loki’s heart stops for a moment. “A simple okay…?” 

"Sorry, I'm still assimilating what you just said..." Y/N says calmly. 

Loki is still shocked by her lack of judgement. He keeps staring at her, trying to make sense of the lack of reaction after she just found out something so shocking. “You’re…you’re not disgusted?” 

"I'm a bit shocked, that's all..." She smiles slightly at him "Is that why you been distant after..."  

Loki nods as she mentions the fight and Thor’s banishment, but he doesn’t really know how to explain everything to you. Everything has been a lot lately and he doesn’t know what to do, this is all new to him as well. He just looks down at the ground as he mumbles once again “Yeah…” 

Y/N chuckles again, shaking her head "I thought I had done something to you..." 

He sighs as you chuckle. It’s not funny to him “No…no, you didn’t do anything. It’s just that…I’m…it’s just...” He trails off again, not able to get the words out. 

"I get it." She smiles, holding his hand into hers to comfort him. Loki looks down at their hands together. She holds his hand so gently, so tenderly. It’s an unexpected touch, something he’s not used to. He looks back up at Y/N, unable to hide the small smile that’s formed on his lips. Y/N is the first one to break the silence this time "Can you....hm...turn blue?" She asks carefully. 

Loki chuckles at her question; it definitely caught him off guard “Yes…yes, I can.” He says, his hand still in hers. She notices that his touch is cold.  

"Can I see it?" She asks again. 

Loki hesitates for a second, unsure of if she actually want to see it. He’s never shown his true side to anyone, not even Y/N. He’s scared she won’t accept him for who he is… He nods slowly, letting go of her hand. “Okay…” He says, standing up from the bed. Loki takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He focuses on his powers for just a moment. 

 When he opens his eyes again, his skin is now blue, his veins clearly visible as they’re now a light shade of blue and his eyes are red. The chill of his presence feels more profound than before, with a cold breeze seemingly circulating around him. Y/N looks amazed at his new form, standing up to get closer to him, seeing the marks that he has in his blue skin. Loki stands still as she get closer to him, staring at her face the entire time. She looks fascinated, as if she’s staring at a rare and magnificent creature.  

Y/N looks at all his exposed skin before she looks back at his eyes "Can I touch you?" Loki doesn’t say anything, just stares at her with a slightly raised eyebrow. After a few seconds, he slowly nods, allowing Y/N to touch him. Her hands trace the marks on his forehead, before both her hands found his cheek. She had a small smile on her face. 

Loki can feel his cheeks warming as her fingers trace the marks on his skin. He remains still as Y/N touch his cheek, unsure of what to do. He’s never had someone do this to him…no one has touched him quite in this particular way before. 

"Are the marks sensitive?" She asks curious realizing the way he’s reacting. 

He shakes his head slightly, her fingers on his cheeks making it difficult for him to focus. His cheeks feel like they’re on fire, he feels oddly embarrassed right now. “No…”He whispers, trying to remain composed. 

“Okay.” Y/N replied with the smile still on her face. 

Loki knew that if his skin wasn’t blue, he would probably be so red now. He continues to stand still as her fingers run across his cheek, trying his hardest to distract himself from how his body feels while her skin is touching his own. However, it’s impossible; he feels too vulnerable and exposed right now, he’s never been touched in such a familiar way before… He’s a bit lost for words right now. 

"You're skin is cold, but I guess that's normal, right?" She asks looking at his eyes. Loki nods at her question. He can’t help it, her touch is making him feel all sorts of ways. He keeps his eyes locked on hers, trying to read what she’s thinking. Y/N smiles at him and notices that they’re really close "I liked this form of you." 

Loki’s heart feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest. The way she’s smiling at him…it all makes him feel like she’s looking at him as something more than his friend. His eyes keep staring at hers, unable to look away. He moves his head just a tiny bit, a few inches closer to her, but Y/N doesn’t move back. Loki’s face is only an inch away from hers and he feels like he’s being drawn in by her gaze, closer and closer. 

Y/N kept her hand in his cheek while she moves closer to his face. Loki’s breathing grows heavier, his heart beating wildly. He can practically feel each pulse as it runs through his body. He doesn’t know what came over him, but he decides to act upon his growing desires. His face moves that tiny bit closer to her, until their lips are just millimeters apart. Y/N leans in, brushing her lips slightly against his. 

Loki freezes. The second their lips actually touched, his body reacted almost instantly, and he pulls Y/N into his arms. His head meets hers, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. She kiss him more passionately and Loki returns the kiss with equal, if not more, passion. His arms are wrapped around her. Y/N can feel the chill that’s radiating from him, her heat matching his cold. 

He was taken off guard by her sudden boldness when her tongue asked permission. The touch of her tongue made him shiver in a good way. He opens his mouth, allowing her tongue to slide into his own. Everything feels new, everything feels strange and unfamiliar, he never thought this would happen to him, but he can’t fight it. He just lets the sensation wash over him, not allowing himself an inch to resist her. 

Eventually, Y/N had to break the kiss to breath, and she do it smiling at him. Loki also need some air, keeping his eyes locked with her when she pulls away. A shiver runs through his body as the heat leaves his skin, but he only keeps looking at her with passion.  

"I thought you were push me away..." She chuckles. 

Loki just shakes his head as he continues to look at her. His smile from before is wider now; he’s never felt like this before. He had never felt this close with someone, never felt this…passionate. He likes it. He wants more. But, he wants it with her. 

"Can you go back to your 'normal' form?" She smiles "I know you're blushing, and I can't see with your blue skin.” 

Loki chuckles a bit at her words. He moves his hands from her waist, and slowly his body changes. His skin slowly changes back to its usual pale color, and so do his eyes. Loki smiles back at her and his cheeks are still a very light shade of pink. “Better? Now you can see my blush?” He says jokingly. 

"Uhum" Y/N nods with a smile. 

He chuckles again and runs his fingers through his hair “I…that…you caught me off guard back there…” He says as he shifts his feet a bit. 

"When I touched your face?” 

Loki nods, now looking away from her gaze as he speaks “And when you kissed me…I just…I didn’t expect it…” 

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Y/N looks down, realizing she might had screwed their friendship now. Loki quickly moves his hands on her chin, forcing her to look back at him.  

He’s still smiling, he’s not upset or anything of the sort. On the contrary, he looks almost delighted. “Don’t be sorry…” He chuckles, still smiling, but then his smile shifts into a smirk “I enjoyed it…” 

"You did?" she smiles. 

Loki chuckles and nods once again “Yes…I very much did…” He says as he shifts back, looking around the room momentarily before looking back at her. “But are you sure it’s alright? I just…don’t want you to see me any differently…” 

Y/N laughs and shakes her head "I just kissed you in your frost giant form and you're worried that I'll see you differently?" 

Loki chuckles and looks down for a moment. He’s actually enjoying having this conversation with her, it’s making him feel less awkward. “Well, it is…unusual for friends to kiss one another…” 

“It is.” She says with a soft tone. 

Loki laughs and shrugs his shoulders. He’s not sure how they got to this point, his sadness long forgoten, but he’s not particularly complaining. Maybe it was the kiss, maybe it was the whole frost giant thing, but Loki’s feeling pretty good about the situation. “So, what now? Do we just...ignore that whole kiss thing and continue our friendship...?” 

"Is that what you want?" Y/N asks him.  

He thinks for a moment. “No…I don’t think I want to go back to how things were before.” Loki smiles a bit when he says this, and his eyes lock onto her as he leans towards Y/N again. She smiles, leaning in too and kissing him again. His hands reach to her waist and grip her against him. He kisses Y/N once again, passionate, like he had before, but in his usual form this time. He moves his hands from her waist to her hips, trying to stay as close as possible. 

When they break the kiss, they don't move. Y/N smiles at him "I don't want to go back to how things were before either..." 

Loki feels relieved at her words and he smiles, his smile a bit wider than before. “So, you really don't mind that...that I am...” He says, starting to stutter slightly before he collects himself and continues “...a frost giant?” 

"No, Loki. I don't mind." She smiles, caressing his cheek. 

He stares at her with disbelief for a few moments before he nods slowly, seemingly accepting her words for what they are. He smiles back at Y/N. She doesn't treat him like an alien. 

"I also wouldn't mind you being blue sometimes, you know." Y/N smiles at him. 

Loki blinks a bit and stares at her for a moment. She's not afraid of him in his frost giant form...she actually like it... He tries to hide his shock and delight, but it shows on his face anyway. “You wouldn’t...?He says incredulously. 

"What? You're quite handsome in both forms." She chuckles. 

He laughs a little too, your comment catching him off guard. “That's the first time I've ever heard that, actually...” Again, his cheeks blush. 

"That you're handsome?" Y/N asks confused. 

Loki nods, feeling strangely vulnerable. “Yes...you're...you're the first to actually compliment my appearance...” 

"I found that so hard to believe, Loki." She laughs, her arms going around his neck. Loki chuckles at her comment and wraps his arms around her as well. "You have to promise me something, though..." She says serious. 

Loki’s heart sinks a little at her sudden serious tone, his grip around her slightly harder. His eyes are fixated on hers, eager for whatever it is she’s going to say. “Yes?” His voice is almost a whisper. 

"Whenever you blush in your frost giant form, you have to turn back. I can't see you blushing like that.” Y/N laughs. 

He chuckles as well, his smile growing. "You almost gave me a heart attack just now." He says lightly. 

"Sorry.” Y/N laughs and Loki follows her. “So...” She smirks at him “Can you turn blue again?” 

Loki chuckles at her smirk, but then nods his head and do as she asks, his form changes back into his frost giant form. He remains still for a few more seconds before he speaks once more. "Test away..." 

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[underthemexicansun]

You. I need you.

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[emeraldkays]

hi! if you have the time or feel up to it, can you do headcanons for Loki when he has a crush on the reader? thank you! your work is great!

hiya !! of course i can ☺️ and thank you soo much, that means a lot to me :) (also sorry for responding late x)

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮

it took loki a while to realise that he had a crush on you.

he had trouble accepting it and distanced himself from you, which you didn't mind because you knew what he was like and just assumed he wanted some time alone.

but it only lasted for a few weeks.

when he returned you noticed a few things that seemed off about him.

while he was still relaxed, you could tell that he seemed a little on edge at times, like he was afraid of something happening.

he took an interest in your hobbies that he had previously told you he hated, and when you confronted him about it he'd get all flustered and say he'd like to try them out again.

and his smiles seemed genuine, which wasn't a bad thing, but it definitely wasn't a loki thing either.

but you weren't complaining. you actually began to enjoy his company more than you had before.

he'd go above and beyond to make you laugh when you were feeling down and was always there when you needed someone to talk to.

he made you feel like you were the most important person in his life most of the time.

if it wasn't for the fact that he hated midgardians so much, you would have thought he had a (tiny) crush on you.

he bought and made you gifts often which you felt bad about.

you saw how hurt he looked when you told him that you didn't want his gifts.

"they're lovely and I'm more than grateful, but i've already got the only gift i want, and that's having a friend like you."

he thought you were lying at first, but when you hugged him, the warmth that wrapped around him felt too real to be a lie.

the time he had spent making you gifts were now spent with you, getting to know you better and allowing himself to open up to you.

he never planned on telling you that he had a crush on you because he'd rather have you as a friend than to deal with heartache on top of everything else.

however, he did accidentally end up admitting it to thor during a drunken conversation between the two, but thor swore he wouldn't tell anyone, and he didn't...for a week or so.

thor in a drunken state again at one of tony's parties told you how much you meant to loki and threatened to hurt you if you hurt him.

as much as you thought thor was just drunkenly rambling, his threat certainly did not sound empty and the way he had been acting suddenly made sense.

you went to go and find loki right after and told him what thor had told you moments ago.

you weren't quite sure how you were expecting him to react, but tear-filled eyes was not on the radar.

"why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want things to be awkward between us," he mumbled looking down at his feet to hide his face.

you playfully rolled your eyes at his excuse, "they wouldn't have been,"

"and how could you possibly know that?"

"because I like you too."

he looked up at you in disbelief, unable to control the tear rolled down his face, because for the first time in a long time (or ever), he might have finally got exactly what he wanted.

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[lokisbiiiitch1993]

Nsfw - What if Frost Giant Loki - your first Time with Him - Headcanons

Nsfw - Not for Minors 🚫🔞

You both are deeply in Love - you are getting along so well - He is funny, charming and soo flirty

Loki loves calling you my little Midgardian Lady

You both spend the last weeks together - kissing and cuddling - get to know each other

The only Problem -for you -in this Relationship is his Height - he is soo big - you are very nervous and scared of getting really hurt by him and his gigantic blue Penis

You tried to put it off every time he tried to make a move on you

He understands your concerns - Loki doesn't want to hurt you

But you also don't want to renounce Sex with him completely - so you tried to research it - to find Tips to make it work

You bought some helpful Things at the Sex Shop - to try out with Loki

Later you went to him and said I want to try it - i want to have Sex with you But I want to be in Charge - i need to be in Control

Loki is happy and called you my Brave tiny Princess

Seeing him happy made you in the Mood to climb him like a Tree and kiss him deeply

Countless kisses later he ripped your shirt from your Body and touched your Breasts with his Big Hands

You got up and took off your Pants and Underwear - telling him to carefully use his Fingers - to stretch you - prepare you for the really big Thing ^^

Feeling his long fingers deep inside you -thrusting - brushing your Clit - makes you come in no time

You wanted to make him feel good too - so you freed his massive blue ice sickle - and start licking it - sloppy kissing the Tip - a groan escaped Loki - you tried to take him as far as possible - till he told you to stop - he didn't want to come yet like that

Understanding - you kissed him again - and opened the lube to use on you both generously- you also showed him the Thrust Buffer you bought for him - Loki is willing to try anything to make you more comfortable during Sexy Time

You climbed on Top of him again and took his Big Penis in your Hand to guide carefully - sit down -slide in just the tip - and slowly going for more

You are in Control of the depth of the penetration and speed - Experimenting how it feels less painful

at first it felt very unpleasant but after awhile it was amazing - you started to Moan heavily - Loki touched your Body all over - he likes to play with your Boobs

You bounce up and down - up and down ...closing your Eyes trying to engrave this Moment in your Memories for forever - to always remember feeling this full deep inside of you

He also starts to thrust from below - carefully - he doesn't want to injure you

You told him you feel -you are very close soon - Loki said he wants to come together

A few moments later you both cum - you felt his seed spilling out of you

Exhausted you stay layed on top of him - already feeling sore

Loki caresed your Skin softly - and telling you how good you felt

Later he will lay you on the bed - bring a bucket of water and a Washcloth - to clean you up

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[the-princess-of-loki]

Loki²

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader x Loki

Warnings: smut, graphic descriptions of smut, if you don't like it DON'T READ IT. There's a paragraph that's MXM (LokixLoki). You could read it without reading that paragraph, but again, if you don't like it, don't read it.

I was tired. So fucking tired I could barely keep my eyes open to see the door in front of me. I jiggled the keys in my hands as I tried to remember which key was the one to open the door of Loki’s and my flat. The work week has burned me down mentally and I wasn’t able to do a simple task like opening a fucking door. At least, I had the whole weekend with Loki ahead of me to look for. Maybe Loki was in a good mood and wanted to give me one of his famous massages. I smiled at the thought. His big hands always felt so good on me…

I finally found the key so I opened the door. I left my keys on the bowl we had next to the door for them and hung my bag on the rack. Our flat was really not that big, so I was surprised when I didn’t see Loki sitting on his usual spot on our two-place sofa reading a book. As I walked towards our small kitchen, I heard laughter and flirting coming from our bedroom. I walked there slowly as if moving by an automatic response more than real will. I felt my heart throbbing against my chest and my ears started to get blocked. I could only hear the fast rhythm of my heart and a piercing whistling.

As I stood in front of the door, the doorknob on my trembling hand, I pondered for a moment if I really wanted to see what was waiting for me on the other side. Was I ready for it? Hell, no. Did I need to see it? My gut was telling me that I should. Just for the sake of not doing a scene and seeming even more pathetic, I took a few deep breaths before daring to move again. As I slowly recovered my hearing, I noticed that everything was silent. Obviously, Loki knew I was there. Why he hadn’t come out of the room to make up some kind of excuse was beyond my comprehension at that moment.

Once I was calm enough given the circumstances, I opened the door slowly. I couldn’t have prepared myself for what I saw in a thousand years. The sight in front of me left me utterly speechless. I think I forgot how to breathe at some moment. I just stood in the doorframe, not able to move or look away. It was impossible.

Loki was there on the bed, kneeling on it, in all his naked glory. But even if that was a sight to be left breathless, it wasn’t all. There were not one but two naked Lokis kneeling on our bed. Did I pass out and hit my head that hard? Was I in heaven? I didn’t know but this felt like a wild version of paradise. The two Lokis smiled at me and both of them extended one of their arms towards me. Only one of them spoke, though.

“Hello, my dear princess,” he said, his smile intact. “Come to bed, my love.” It was more of an invitation than an order but my legs moved on their own accord as if he were the owner. Once I reached the side of the bed, the two Lokis helped me get on it, kneeling right in between them. The Loki behind me started to unbutton my shirt just enough for my collarbone to be exposed. He placed both of his hands on each side of my hips as his lips started a travel from my neck to my collarbone and back. I sighed at the sensation of his warm lips on my exposed skin. “We both know how tired you are, my dear,” the Loki in front of me went on as he caressed my cheek. “So we thought about a little game to wind you down a little.”

“Wh-what kind of game?” I asked, my breathing getting heavier because of the kisses I was receiving from the Loki behind me.

“One that you’ll enjoy, of course,” the Loki in front of me answered, mischief shining in his green eyes.

“Where’s the catch?” I asked before moaning as the Loki behind me started to nibble on my skin. The Loki in front of me laughed.

“You know me so well, my dear,” he chuckled as he kept caressing one of my cheeks. “There’s a little condition or pre-game if you’d like. If you win, we’ll both take care of your pleasure.” That notion itself seemed mind-blowing but there had to be something else.

“And if I lose…?” I asked a little wary, closing my eyes as the Loki behind me tilted my head back to have full access to my throat.

“If you lose, you will take care of our pleasure. Pretty fair, isn’t it?” The Loki in front of me asked after a small chuckle. Still, I wasn’t convinced. Loki’s thinking was too complex for this game to be so simple.

“And what do I have to do?”

“Oh, that’s easy, love. You only have to tell us which one of us is the real one and which one is the magic copy. It should be easy enough for you. As I said before: you know me so well…” he smirked.

And it was easy. I could definitely tell the difference without a second of a doubt. But I was conflicted about my answer. On the one hand, I couldn’t even phantom the kind of pleasure that not one but two Lokis could bring me. After all, only one Loki always drove me crazy with pleasure. However, pleasuring Loki was as much enjoyable to me as his pleasuring me. I loved to be able to drive him completely insane with my actions. Every time he moaned my name in pleasure, he grabbed my hair tightly and lost control of himself was as blissful as when I reached my own climax. So I had to think carefully about my answer.

However, how could I think about anything at all in my current situation? I had two beautifully naked Lokis in bed with me. One of them talking sweet nothings to me; the other slowly unbuttoning my shirt, kissing my neck, throat and collarbone, nibbling them softly and caressing every bit of newly exposed skin. There was no way I could think.

“This one,” I said in a breathy whisper as I grabbed a bunch of the Loki behind me hair. “You’re the real one,” both Lokis chuckled at the same time.

“What makes you say that, my dear?” The Loki in front of me asked with a smirk. The Loki behind me stopped his ministrations on my skin so I could take a moment to at least answer coherently.

“A few things. First, the real Loki would never make it easy for me to guess it. He’d think that I’d think the one doing all the talking was the real one because we know how much he likes being in control. So he would change roles to try to confuse me. Secondly, the copy hasn’t touched me in any private area, while the real one already kissed my neck, my throat, my collarbone and caressed my whole body. But there is one thing that Loki has no control over and that thing is defining to know which one of you is real.”

“May I know which thing is that, princess?” The Loki behind me spoke for the first time since I entered the room. I smiled.

“The way your touch makes me feel, love,” both Lokis looked at me with a surprised expression. They were so cute that I couldn’t help smiling more and caressing one cheek of both of them. “When the real one touched me first, I felt this warm, fuzzy, comfortable and safe feeling that I always feel when you’re around. When the copy caressed my cheek, the same feelings aroused except for the safety. And the real Loki always makes me feel safe, even when he’s angry. It’s always like that,” I shrugged, blushing a little. Loki looked at me still surprised but after some minutes, he smiled sweetly. Although I must admit it was a little weird to see his copy do exactly the same thing as him at exactly the same time.

“You do have me figured out, don’t you, princess?” The real Loki chuckled. “Well, we made a deal and it’s time for us to deliver...”

I shivered involuntarily at the way his sultry voice left that sentence hanging in the air. I felt his smirk on my ear where his lips were and I saw his copy in front of me smirking too. The real Loki put two of his long fingers below my chin and softly moved my head to the side. He joined our lips in a sweet but passionate kiss. I didn’t doubt to return his kiss; our breaths mingled and so did our tongues. I gasped when I felt both my shirt and my bra disappear but I kept kissing Loki all the same. While the real Loki kept kissing me passionately, I felt his copy’s mouth and tongue on my collarbone. The copy’s tongue moved down my torso until he reached one of my nipples. He blew some cold air into it and then surrounded the pink bud with his mouth, lazily stroking it with his tongue. I had to break Loki’s kiss as I moaned and arched my back. The real Loki smirked again as he grabbed my work skirt and tore it to pieces. I was already heaving and this was just starting.

Loki caressed the sides of my body while his copy moved to my other nipple. Loki grabbed the sides of my panties and I could see a smirk on his lips as he tore them into pieces too. His hands caressed my belly, going lower inch by inch. Before he reached my core, he stopped, though. He was, without a doubt, enjoying this as much as I was.

“Are you wet yet, my princess?” Loki asked in a sexy whisper.

One of his hands still wandered around my core while the other caressed its way to my butt. I gasped when he grabbed tightly one of my asscheeks, squeezing it; I moaned a second later when he slapped it at the same exact moment his copy sucked harder on my nipple. My air and lungs weren’t enough to moan out my pleasure. Loki slapped my other asscheek, a little harder this time, making my hips move away from him involuntarily. Right in that instant, he massaged my external walls with two of his long digits. I heard him chuckle through my moan.

“You are always wet and ready for me, my princess,” he praised me still chuckling.

Loki teased my clit for some moments while his copy sucked my nipple and squeezed my asscheeks. The real one rubbed my clit with his thumb and I moved my hips with his movements until the copy grabbed my ass more tightly so I couldn’t move. I whimpered and they both chuckled at the same time. Then, Loki inserted one of his fingers inside me, while he kept rubbing my clit with his thumb. I moaned, tilting my head back so much that it ended up resting on his shoulder. He moved his finger inside and out of me, teasing that fantastic spot with each thrust, all the while he rubbed my clit with his thumb and his copy kept sucking on my nipples, alternating between the two of them.

When Loki felt I was used to his finger, he nodded to his copy. The copy smirked and left my breasts and one of my asscheeks as he inserted the same finger that Loki had inside me. I moaned as both of them moved their fingers at the same time, just teasing me. They kept adding fingers inside me as they felt how I was getting more and more aroused every second that passed by. I got excited as I saw them both taking his fingers out of me completely; that only meant one thing. However, when my lust-clouded mind was able to think, I got worried. They were both preparing to penetrate me. Both.

“Loki…I…both…I won’t be able…” I stuttered, looking back at the real Loki behind me who smiled at me sweetly but with mischief shining on his green eyes.

“My princes, have I ever done something to you that you didn’t enjoy? Have I ever hurt you?” Loki asked as he kissed and nibbled my neck.

“N-no, but…” It was difficult to concentrate on words at that moment. Almost impossible.

“Then, keep trusting me, my love. I will always do what’s best for you and I promised you pleasure, not pain. So relax, my love, and give yourself to me.”

I was still a little hesitant, to be honest. But what Loki had said was true so I decided to do what I always did in these situations: I trusted him and gave myself to him. He always knew, sometimes better than me, what, how and when I needed something. So I just nodded to him, giving him my express consent. I knew that he wouldn’t go on until I had fully and expressly consented. It was one of the things, of many things, that made me fall in love with him. Even for our first kiss, he’d asked for my permission.

Once I’ve consented, both Loki and his copy started to prepare to penetrate me again. They had to move on the bed so they’d be able to do it. I was excited but hesitant at the same time. Loki knew it, of course he did, so he grabbed my neck with one hand to bring me towards his chest as he was still behind me. His lips lingered on mine, his warm breath hitting my face as a hypnotic fragrance.

“Feel me,” he whispered in a low, sultry voice.

Loki crashed his lips on mine and I lost every ability to think. I was only able to feel him, just as he had told me to. After a short while, I had to break the kiss as I felt both Loki and his copy thrust inside me at the same time. I moaned high. I felt a little bit of pain, I wasn’t going to lie. Loki was big enough on his own and now he was doubled in size and completely inside me. Loki, of course, knew it, so both he and his copy stayed still inside me.

“Good girl,” Loki praised me as he breathed heavily. His chest went up and down against my back and the same went for Loki’s copy in front of me. A thought crossed my mind then; a dangerous thought without a doubt. Loki knew about it as soon as it crossed my mind and he chuckled. “Oh, my princess. Who would’ve known you had such dirty thoughts, my good girl? But I’ve promised you pleasure and I’m a god of my word, aren’t I?”

I couldn’t believe it, but was really excited and amazed to see, when Loki grabbed his copy’s neck and brought him forward to him with me still in the middle. They kissed passionately right next to my face. It was an exaggerated kiss so I could see every movement. Loki looked at me the whole time, making sure that I was looking and enjoying the show he was putting up for me. And hell, I was enjoying it more than I thought I would. When I saw their tongues playing together, I couldn’t stop myself and joined their kiss with my own tongue. I moaned as soon as they kissed me back.

Once I was lost in that passionate and wild kiss -really, not even in my wildest fantasies I’d imagined that I’d get to kiss two Lokis at the same time. Loki and his copy started to move slowly, thrusting inside me in a rhythm which made sure that one of them was all the time inside me. I broke the kiss and moaned with each thrust, as they both hit my G-spot all the time stimulating me non-stop. To make matters better in this particular situation, Loki started to rub my clit with his thumb again. I was being over-stimulated and I didn’t know how much time I was going to last. I even started to feel my walls getting tighter around both Loki’s and his copy’s hard members inside me.

“You’re so close, princes…” Loki whispered in my ear in his sensual, breathy voice. “Cum for me, my good girl…cum for both of us.”

Immediately after he finished speaking, I cum hard with a high moan of his name. I trembled as I felt my orgasm in every inch of my body. However, Loki and his copy didn’t stop or slow down his movements. If something, they moved harder and faster. My mind was in no state to think about anything but my body responded automatically to their movements, getting ready for yet another orgasm. I was still trembling from the first one but it seemed that my body wanted to please both Lokis with an orgasm for each. It didn’t take me long until another climax hit me and this time I felt both Lokis cumming too, filling me with their semen so much that it started to fall down my inner thighs before they got out of me. It was, without a doubt, the hottest experience of my life.

Once they both took out their member of me, I fell on the bed, breathing heavily and completely exhausted and satisfied. Loki laid next to me, caressing my back with the tip of his fingers as he too tried to recover his breath. I turned my face to the other side to look at him and we both smiled tiredly to each other, the look of complete satisfaction present in both our faces.

“Would you like my copy to give you that massage you were hoping for, my princess?” Loki asked with half a smirk. I laughed and nodded.

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Rules To Break

Jotun!Prince!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Princess!Reader

Summary: Prince Loki of Jotunheim - son of King Laufey and heir to the throne is assigned to train a bunch of Asgardian men, in order to turn them into warriors. What happens when Odin's daughter, Princess Y/N crosses his paths in ways he would've never expected? While the Prince is completely unaware, the Princess struggles to keep up her several masquerades...

Warnings for this Chapter: fluff, bit of suggestive smut... I think that was it! Let me know if I forgot something!

Word Count: 2k

a/n: This is it, guys! The grand finale! 😁 I hope you all like it! ☺️

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Chapter Five

Chapter Six

You would've expected a lot of people to step inside your chambers. Estrid, your father, brother, guards - but you would've never expected to see the tall, bulky and handsome frame of the man who haunted your dreams and occupied your mind on no end - Loki. You couldn't believe your eyes at first, blinking heavily and literally staring holes into him. "L-Loki?" You asked in disbelief; quite shocked. You didn't know how to feel about this. Feeling the urge to yell at him on one side. To tell him to go away and never come back. You wanted to let him know how much you hated him. Spit it right into his face. Though, on the other side, you couldn't deny the way your heart skipped more than just one beat, when you laid your eyes upon him; or when he gave you that smile.

"Hello, princess Y/N." Loki started, taking a bow. "I am sorry for disturbing you and being so rude to just barge in - and I'm certain you wish to know why I am here at all." The moment his deep, yet soft voice urged to your ears, your memory immediately took you back to the lake all those weeks ago. Especially to that one night, where he kissed you. A tingly feeling spread all throughout your belly at that thought. "I-I... Yes." More words weren't able to leave your lips. You were way too overwhelmed by all those feelings and thoughts coursing through your system - and by his sudden appearance.

"Well, first of all, I... I would like to apologise. I am the reason you are trapped inside your chambers. I regret informing your father. I really do, but I-I had no other choice. You must understand this. I had my duties and obligations, unfortunately. So, I beg of you... Please forgive me, my princess." His kind and gentle words touched you. There was, without a doubt, honesty swinging within his voice, telling you that he really meant what he said. This wasn't one of his macho shows, no... That was him, showing you his probably most vulnerable side. You could feel that he was truly sorry, but... Could you forgive him? It was a difficult question, but then you remembered, how you actually lied to him. You didn't tell him who you were. You kissed Loki, without him even knowing that you were the princess. Hence, you almost slept with him. You put on a mask and more or less fooled him. So... Was it fair to be still angry at him, when he wasn't angry at you anymore? Both, you and him made mistakes.

You looked up to meet his ruby eyes, nodding. "I understand you, prince Loki. I forgive you - and I-I hope you can forgive me, too." The prince's lips twitched into a smile; visibly relieved. "I forgave you already a long time ago, Y/N." You couldn't help the blush, which spread over your cheeks; his charming smile causing your heart to skip another beat. But the look in his eyes told you, that this wasn't the only reason why he was here today.

"You, uh... You didn't just come all the way from Jotunheim to apologise, did you?" Loki chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I didn't. You are right," he said, stepping closer. Blinking, you frowned, as the prince reached for your hand and gently - almost cautiously; afraid to make a mistake - took yours into his big one, swallowing it whole. You were confused and yet you felt those butterflies within your belly again, as he touched you; never wanting him to let go, because it felt so good. So right. As if your hand belonged right there. You saw that he was quite a bit nervous - something very unusual for the usually so confident and sassy prince, you thought. You could've sworn you saw his heart beating against his bare chest, as his stunning eyes met yours once more. "Y/N, I... I just couldn't stop thinking about you the past weeks. I tried to occupy my mind; take my thoughts elsewhere, but... I couldn't. I think about you day and night. In fact, I find myself thinking about you even at the most inopportune moments of the day. I was blind at first, didn't know what was going on, but then I realised... I... I love you, Y/N. Ever since those nights we spent together at the lake. I fell in love - hopelessly, and... And for some reason I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine, and should that link be broken, either by distance or by time, then my heart would cease to beat and I would die."*

His words echoed in your head, repeating themselves over and over again. Loki is in love with you. Loki loves you. He is in love with you. Hearing this, caused your heart to almost beat out of your chest. He loves you. You never anticipated, that he would ever feel the same. That you could be more to him than just an 'adventure'. Another fling. Nothing more. But now... Now he told you that he loved you - and the feeling was mutual. You didn't want to admit to yourself and neither to Estrid, but it was true. You knew that now. You loved him, too.

"I-I really hope that my heart didn't betray me and that you are feeling the sa-" You didn't let Loki finish his sentence. Enough talking, you thought and freed your hand from his gentle grasp, wrapping both your hands around his neck. Standing on your tiptoes, you pulled him down and silenced him with a kiss. The second your lips collided with his, fireworks exploded within you. It felt so good to finally kiss him again. So right. Like home... It felt like home.

Loki sighed into the kiss, relieved. That was all he needed to know, in order to ask you the important question, which was still lingering on his mind. But first, he enjoyed the kiss; unable to resist the urge to pull you closer. So, the prince did just that, wrapping his strong arms around you. "I take that as a yes then." Loki chuckled breathlessly, after letting go of your alluring lips. "You better will." He smiled; couldn't help but to kiss you again. It was more than clear, that you loved the prince truly and wholeheartedly - and yet, there was still nervosity running through his veins, given the fact that he still had to ask you the probably most important question of both, yours and his life. "There's... There's something else, darling..." Loki started, tracing the clothed skin of your hips with his thumbs. You looked at him expectantly; waiting patiently for him to continue to speak. "A question I have to ask you..." "You may ask, my prince. Whatever it is." He took a breath, eyes never leaving yours. "I really hope this isn't too bold to ask, but... Would you like to marry me, princess Y/N?"

You blinked, couldn't quite believe the words which had just left Loki's lips. "M-Marry you?" He nodded. "I know this is quite rushed, but yes. I really wish to marry you." "I-I..." "If you need more time or don't want to marry me, it's completely fine." You shook your head. "N-No! I... I do want to marry you! It's just so... surprising. I'm a bit overwhelmed." Loki's brows furrowed in compassion. "I'm so sorry, my love, for catching you off-guard." You squeezed his shoulders, giving him a soft smile. "It's the best surprise since years. I always wished to marry out of love - not because I had to. I just hope my father agrees to this..." "He does, my princess. I already talked to him; asked for your hand in marriage." Your eyes widened. "Y-You did?" "Yes. We have his blessing - and my father's blessing." A light-hearted giggle left your lips, as you felt happiness flooding your veins. Was this really just happening? Or were you dreaming? "So, we are going to get married?" "We are, darling. I'm never letting you go again. I don't want another prince to have you. It's time for me to make you mine."

"And that's how I met your father." You finished telling the love story of you and Loki to your eight-year-old twins, Áki and Váli. The boys were sitting on the fur, criss-crossed in front of you and the fireplace with wide eyes, hanging on your every word. Of course, you told the story more 'romantically' and left out the juicy, 'dirty' and 'dangerous' details, of course. They weren't meant for children's ears. "Wow..." Váli gasped. "So you are actually a warrior, mommy?" Asked Áki. You chuckled, running your hands through both boy's curls. "If you wish to call it that, yes." "Is that why daddy fell in love with you?" You had to suppress a giggle at your son's sweet, innocent question. "Perhaps, sweetheart, but I'm afraid you have to ask your father." "Ask me what?" You flinched as Loki's voice was suddenly echoing through your chambers. He had been away on royal duty for three days and had just come home.

"Daddy!" Both boys jumped up; excited to see their father again. "Hello, little princes." Loki smiled and squatted down, opening his arms for them to run into - what they did, of course. Your husband lifted them up easily, cradling each son in one arm. "I missed you." "I missed you, too, daddy," Váli whispered, cuddling closer to Loki.

Both boys didn't leave Loki's side from then on; clinging to him. He spent some quality time with his sons, of course, before he sent them to play outside a bit. He had missed his own flesh and blood, without a doubt - but he had also missed you.

"What was it Áki should ask me?" The king asked, wrapping both his arms around you, as you stood in front of the mirror, getting ready for the festive dinner tonight. You smiled at the mention of what you had told the twins. "Well, I was telling them our love story, because they asked me how I met you; being all curious about this and Áki was very enthralled by the fact that I was a 'warrior'. He asked me if you fell in love with me because of that... I told him to ask you." Loki chuckled. "So, you told them our fairytale-like love story?" "I did - but of course I left out certain... details." "Certain details?" "Yes... Certain details, which are not meant for children's ears." Your husband spun you quickly around in his arms; a cheeky smile spreading over his lips. He knew of course exactly what you were talking about.

"I should've devoured you back then." You looked up at Loki, giving him a playful frown. "I beg your pardon, my king?" Another low chuckle left his lips; hands dipping to skim the clothed skin of your hips. "Back at the lake. I should've ravished you. It wouldn't have been wrong, given the fact that I became your husband anyway." A loud giggle rumbled through your chest, causing Loki's heart to skip a beat. Oh how much he loved you. "Good point, my love, but we didn't know that back then. And we both know that we shouldn't have risked it. I did what was right." "I know, my sweetness, I know." "Besides, you didn't even know who I was." Your husband nodded. "That is true, but it wouldn't have mattered. Even if you had just been a maiden, working on a farm, I would've made you my princess. My wife. The mother of my children. My queen, you are the only woman I truly ever wanted. You being the princess of Asgard just played into our cards. Nothing more, nothing less." You wrapped both your arms around his neck, smiling and blushing. "I love you, my king. More than words can say."

* Disclaimer: The last line is actually a quote from Guillermo del Toro's 'Crimson Peak' and therefore isn't my writing. It belongs to Mr. del Toro. ☺️ I just found it very fitting.

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Smart Dress pt2

Request: Hiiii Could you do a Loki x reader based off Green Green Dress from tick tick boom?? It’s a 3am idea and I can’t get it out of my head. It’s probably dumb but you’d def be able to do it actually well. By: @amesmorningstar

Re requested by: @eleniblue

Sorry for the delay, I went through some stuff.

Part one

*My requests are open*

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Summary: Will Loki be able to fix his mistakes?

Warnings: angst, NSFW.

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“Stay” he pleaded against your hair, “Give me one good reason”.

“I really…uhm” it wasn't the best moment to be at loss of words, but he tripped with all sorts of different sentences, not a single one made sense or was good enough to express how he felt.

He took way too long, in tears you sighed, putting your hands on his arms to force him release you, "I knew it" you murmured.

"Fuck" he cursed. Loki turned you around, closed the door with your back against it, and before you could protest he kissed you.

That kiss took you back to the beginning of the year. New year's eve, you just got back from a two week mission, that wasn't supposed to last two weeks.

You almost missed New year's eve, your plan was a night of sleep, not caring about the whole thing, because you were bruised and tired, because you just had to be undercover rescuing some dumb cop that got caught spying some mobsters.

Apparently it involved the avengers because the cop is a mutant of some sorts, so because of his dumb ass you were stuck in a dirty cell instead of celebrating.

And why you? Because no one else wanted to go, and you were late to the meeting. Stark had the laugh of his life.

Stark on the other hand, teared that plan to shreds with his whole event going on. There was no way to reach the dorms with the party in your way. Also with Natasha and Wanda being all over you to get you to stay and have fun.

You ended up staying because, what the hell, right? You needed the drink and to kick someone's ass for the horrible mission they threw you in.

After a lot of drinks, Thor saw pertinent introducing his brother to the team, seeing that no one would be within reason enough to refuse him, bold but smart move.

Loki, in your drunken eyes, was the most beautiful being you had ever seen, though, what came out of your mouth was simply humiliating.

You called him weird, because you believed aliens were supposed to be green skinned, he actually laughed and told you his actual skin color is blue, in his ever so sarcastically polite manner of course.

Since he was in a mean mood, your drunken ass had no other better idea than making him absolutely uncomfortable. "So if your skin is blue, then so is your tongue and your dick?" Everyone of course laughed at your dumb question, Thor on the other hand was a bit worried the temper of his brother might get him to set you on fire.

"You talk to me like that again, mortal, I dare you" his voice resonated through the room, making the other 'ooh' in response, like when a classmate is being called out by the teacher.

After a good laugh, you stood up, poked his leather covered chest and spoke, "Listen popsicle, I had a rough couple of weeks, okay? Threaten me again, and I'll throw you out that window" pointing the open window behind you. "You wouldn't dare" he lowered his head enough to be face to face with you, his lips very close to yours.

After a little snicker, you stole a kiss from him, "Behave handsome, and you'll never know" after a wink you sat again, taking a big sip out of your drink.

To say he was stunned was an understatement, he had his revenge though. After Wanda changed your liquor into water, pulling what you called a reverse Jesus, you weren't drunk enough for when Loki cornered you against a wall and kissed you.

"An eye for an eye, minx" he purred in your ear before vanishing in the air.

Funny, he swore you wouldn't remember, but when you reminded him of it the morning after, he spilled his coffee all over the kitchen counter.

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"Please stay" he brought your mind back to the situation, "Ask the bitch you were with to satisfy you, she must be looking forward to fuck you" he chuckled at your spite, finding it both cute and alluring.

"Is that why you've been unbearable all week? You're jealous." His eyes shone with the power that emanated from within him, power that he knew he had over you.

"I'm not jealous." Your denial made him laugh, even more than he was already having fun with your anger. "Honey, if you wanted my attention so much, you should have told me." He closed the distance, raising one knee to separate your legs and have you closer. .

His goal must have been to devour you, because of the way his tongue tasted the inside of your mouth, a kiss that lit the candle of passion for him.

"Wait," you moved your face, breaking the kiss, searching for air more than anything. He waited a couple of seconds for you to say something else, that you didn't want him, that you hated him, with no response.

Your lack of words guided his hand to cup your neck, gently at first, then pulled roughly until he devoured your mouth again, biting, without regard, the soft flesh of your lips.

"Darling, I've realized how careless I am to leave your needs unattended, let me fix that" he lowered his head to your collarbone and from there to the base of your ear he licked like a wolf getting a taste of his prey. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine.

You wanted to resist, but his kisses, ever so skillful, his hands traveling from your ass to your hips, just enough to hug them and lift you up, automatically you hooked your legs behind his back, then your hands flew to hang on his shoulders, for support. It was all too much.

This is what he does to get you in motion, you knew it. He pulls you up and then you're so lost in him, there's not enough sense that can overthrow your hunger for his clever touch, the bites he likes to leave as he goes down on you, his smart silver tongue against your clit.

In one swift motion, he laid you down on his bed, still having at least one hand on your hips to keep you grounded.

He wanted to have you again, fast. You, were doomed and lost in his caresses, your hands were all over his back and hair, his own matching your movements, while his pelvis teased yours, thrust after thrust, both undergarments were soaking wet.

As time went by, your doubts dissipated, all that remained was the lust you felt for the evil-born god, who with his hands got rid of all excess clothing. He didn't pay any attention to your lingerie, much less to your wounds. His cock was no mystery to you, he was huge and veiny, perfect for touching all those internal areas that needed his attention, and boy was he good at using it.

His hips collided with yours with each thrust, the sound of skin touching and the wet sound filled the room, as did your moans and his.

Ecstasy was a word you wouldn't use for that moment, there was a knock at the door, and it turned out to be none other than the bitch who accompanied him to the party, which made Loki hit you much harder to divert your attention.

He pulled out of you for a few seconds, then pulled your body towards him, rotating your hips until you were on all fours. He grabbed your hair and he continued fucking you, the thrusts getting stronger and more accurate, hitting every single spot he knows make you week.

"You're mine, to touch, to have, only mine" he breathed against your ear, to which you couldn't respond, the heat clouded your senses, a warm feeling crawled up your core to your chest, a feeling you knew the meaning.

"I love the way you squeeze me when you cum" he said in between panted laughs, "Now, stay, please" you shook your head, "Please love" he then pulled out, grabbed his boxers and came inside them. Disgusted, he threw them on the sink in the bathroom and left the water running on it, until they were soaked, then turned it off and returned to your defeated, tired and ashamed being.

He reached for you as soon as he positioned by your side, but you rolled away from him, "Darling, my sweet love" his hand caressed yours, it was so warm, but of course your pride was stronger than your love for him, so you moved it away from his touch.

"You're still mad at me?" he sounded so surprised, so you laughed, sarcastically obviously. "All this time, you made me believe that you liked me enough".

"What do you mean? I like you," you didn't want to believe anything he said at that moment, "But you still go out with other women, you kiss me, you fuck me and I'm still not enough," again he was left without explanations, " Honey, that's not-" he tried, but he stopped himself, biting his tongue before saying something he'd regret.

"I don't care, you made me think you wanted more than just a quick fuck, but then it was slut after slut" you stood up, first putting on your bra, then your stockings, then your dress, your shoes were actually too much for the state of your legs, so you had them hanging

“Y/n” he called out to you, but you still hadn’t gotten everything out of your chest.

"I'm sick of this, Loki, I don’t wanna do this anymore" holding a tear behind while saying it, burned, but you had to either draw the line or break the cycle.

"But I do like you" that wasn't enough, he thought, still being at loss of proper thinking.

"That’s not the point, horns" he saw in your eyes, and on the way you were hugging your shoes close to your figure, a way to feel your words, deep inside him they resonated.

But before he could feel bad, "It's been a while since you called me that" he purred that sentence like a way to ease the tension.

But you huffed and rolled your eyes, making him lose some of the sanity he had left, "Norns woman, will you tell me what I did wrong?".

"Geez Loki, do I have to think for you too? You used to be so witty, maybe the whores sucked off your brain too"

“Right, stay mad at me for absolutely no reason then, that’s fine by me”

"No reason? I wasted a year of my life to a god, that resulted no different from a regular human asshole"

“Mind your words, mortal”

“Funny, I thought you liked my dirty mouth, horns”

“Just tell me what I can do”

“Figure it out”

As soon as he saw you leave the room, he jumped out of bed, dressed with a spell, and ran after you. The sounds of the party were getting louder, obviously the party continued, a simple fight was always part of Stark's meetings, so people saw it as something common.

“Y/n, you were right” he caught your arm, just before you stepped out to the living room. “I started feeling things for you, but, I couldn’t bring myself to fill in the role of partner you need, not because I didn’t wanted to, the reason is unknown to me” his doubt was the only reason you needed to know that he was still the same prince that blew up his own planet a year ago.

“Sounds void to me” your coldness gave his frozen heart frostbite, so full of truth nonetheless, “I know, but I can’t afford to lose you” it had to stop, you thought, “But you can’t bring yourself to love me properly” you slipped your hand from his touch, “I…We need to stop, I can’t with this”.

It's hard to let go of something you thought you loved but that was destroying you with every kiss and empty promise, but the feeling of freedom that invaded you after a month of detox was unmatched.

Finally, after a month, you stopped caring who he was dating or not, and also the gifts he left at your door, with letters begging for your forgiveness. "You're forgiven, Loki, I'm just not interested in having anything with someone who doesn't know how to take things with responsibility and commitment," much less with a prince who has always had everything on a silver platter and women who lined up to have sex with him.

Maybe he was much more than that, but you didn't know, he never let you see beyond his superficial way of being. You saw some vulnerability when he hugged you after sex and stayed with you until the next morning, and then he said goodbye with a kiss, but after so much pain, you started to doubt if he was really opening up to you, or it was only the reflection his exterior facade.

Either way, life goes on, and so did you.

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all marvel oneshots/imagines i've written in one place. Most of my shit is 18+, I am NOT responsible for the content you consume, Minors DNI! All my master-lists follow the same key, exampled below.

🌼- Angst 🍒-Smut 🌸- Fluff ❣- Comfort

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Stephen Strange

-Study Buddies 🍒 | Your Doctor Stephen Stranges Student at the New York Hospital, You decide to ask him for help on medical papers with a due date up and coming. After all, he is your mentor, how could he refuse you?

-Shower Thoughts 🍒🌸 | Stephen Strange was known to be a dick, but what his could do far outweighed his smart mouth.

-Ray Of Sunshine 🌸❣ | You and Stephen establish a safe word, fluffy aftercare + guilty Stephen wanting to make it up to the reader.

-Below Zero 🍒🌼 | The Rotunda Gateways have filled the Sanctum with snow, when you come to Master Strange with your issue, he insists you fall asleep with his cock inside of you, to warm you up, of course.

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Loki Laufeyson

-Birthday Girl 🍒🌸 | It’s Kasey’s 23rd birthday, and her boyfriend, Loki Laufeyson being who he is, must go all out. They catch a film at a real 1960s drive-in, but a movie isn’t the only thing Loki came here to watch.

-Club Kisses 🍒🌼 | Kasey has just broken up with her boyfriend, while at a bar nursing, her wounds she meets two brothers, and one of them offers her a deal.

-God Of Mischief 🍒 | After receiving an invitation to one of Stark Industries Launch Partys, a certain god pays you a visit. Is Loki Laufeyson here to cause trouble, or perhaps seek it out?

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Tony Stark

-Honey 🍒 | Tony Stark is your boss, nothing more. So why is it that when you admit to him your having certain “issues” he takes it into his own hands? Or legs, per se.

-Pushing The Wrong Buttons 🍒🌸❣ | Stark Distrubution’s Literary Department houses Anna, and her (rational) fear of tight spaces and heights. It is until she finds herself stuck in an elevator with the one person she hoped to avoid. (mild panic attack comfort).

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Bucky Barnes

-Pinky Promises Master-List 🍒🌸🌼| You met Bucky while delivering something for a friend, and from that night on, he’s regretted it.

-Red Room Toy Collection Master-List 🍒🌸🌼 | Bucky loves toys, when he uses them on you, that is.

-Pick Up, Doll 🍒🌸 | You receive a face time call in the dead of night from the winter soldier himself, and he sounds very needy.

-Dead Ringer 🍒🌼 | You and Bucky have found refuge in an underground bunker, and it's breaking you both.

-Buck In The Backrooms | just a short comedic imagine

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Steve Rogers

-Teddy Bear ❣| Your skin is crawling, but Steve is there, he always is.

-Muted 🍒❣| Steve's been rather busy, all you want is his attention, but the way you go about it gets you in a bit of trouble.

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A Letter From Loki (for whomever needs this)

My sweet pet,

I hope this letter finds you well, my dearest. It has been far too long since we last spoke, and I find myself missing your wit and charm more than ever. I have been up to my usual mischief, of course, causing trouble and turning the world upside down in my own special way. But amidst all the chaos and confusion, I can't help but think of you and wonder how you're doing.

As you know, life as a god can be a lonely existence. But in you, I have found a kindred spirit, someone who understands the complexities of the world and the joys of a well-placed prank. I cherish our friendship more than words can say, and I hope that we will continue to share in each other's adventures for many years to come.

In fact, I was thinking just the other day about how much fun it would be to take a spin in my new Jaguar with you by my side. The car is a thing of beauty, and powerful, just like you. I can't promise that we won't get into a little bit of trouble along the way, but isn't that half the fun?

Until we meet again, pet, know that I hold you in the highest regard. You are one of the few people in this world who truly understands me, and for that, I am eternally grateful. May mischief and mayhem follow you wherever you go, and may we continue to share in the joys of our friendship for many years to come.

With all my love,

Loki

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Birthday

Summary: Loki didn't have a birthday present for you. Or did he?

Word count: 2.497 words

Warnings: Loki is a little bit of a dick at first, sex (18+), a little biting and hair pulling

Birthday The team was all gathered in the living room. You had poured coffee and put out cake. They had brought you some presents, new gadgets you wanted for your electronic devices, new craft supplies, or some jewellery. When everyone had gifted you their present, all eyes turned to Loki.

‘You don’t have anything?’ Steve asked.

‘No, should I have?’ Loki replied.

‘Well, it is tradition to give someone a gift on their birthday’

‘After the first 50, you kind of done with birthdays’ Loki said.

‘It is a tradition here on Midgard, I did tell you about it last month’ Thor chimed in.

‘Just let it go guys, I didn’t expect anything from him anyway’ you replied. Wanted to be done with this conversation.

‘Why wouldn’t you expect anything from me?’ Loki asked offended.

‘Pff, why would I? You are here for almost a year, do everything not to be a part of this team, so no. Like you could come up with anything I would want’

Loki shot up from the couch. He straightened his jacket, he stared blankly at you. ‘Fine, I’ll get you a gift. But be careful what you wish for’ he said way too calm for your liking. He walked away without saying anything.

The whole team now turned their eyes towards you. ‘What did you do?’ ‘You know what happens when you piss him off’ they started.

‘Yeah, yeah, after my clothes disappearing, the green hair, the cats to trigger an allergic reaction to the salt and sugar being switched.. I know. But he is so arrogant and self-centred all the time, I couldn’t help it. It just slipped out’

‘Relax, it’s not like he would actually do anything on your birthday’ Thor said.

Everyone looked at Thor. He just looked silently around the room. ‘I’m like 99% sure’ he said.

‘Didn’t you tell me he once gifted you a snake that bit you, which turned out to be himself later?’ Tony replied.

‘80% then’ Thor said.

‘And what about your birthday where he got you to get yourself lost in a maze?’ Nat asked.

‘55% then, still more than half’

‘Didn’t he once replace all the cakes at your birthday with vegetable that looked like cake?’ Steve asked.

‘I-, if I were you (Y/N), I might stay in my room tonight and avoid him’ Thor finally said.

You just shrugged it off. You would see what Loki would do when it happened. It was annoying, but the stuff he pulled was harmless. The rest of the afternoon you spend with the team.

Everyone had dinner together, but Loki never appeared. Thor when in search for him, but he couldn’t fine him anywhere. You were becoming a little nervous but tried not to let it show.

The rest of the evening, your nerves grew higher and higher. The fact that Loki was nowhere to be seen, didn’t meant anything good for you. When it was time to go to bed, you tried to reassure yourself. If he still hadn’t pulled anything today, maybe Thor was right .Maybe he would understand that he shouldn’t mess with you on your birthday. But if felt like you were lying to yourself.

You sneaked into the hallway, but there was no sign of him. You let out a breath you didn’t know that you were holding. And tiptoed through the hallway, around the corner, to your own room. You opened the door and closed it behind you.

Safe.

Or so you thought.

The second you had closed the door behind you. It was gone. ‘Shit’ you said.

‘Didn’t the Captain teach you to not to swear?’ you heard his menacing voice in your ear. You looked back, but there was just a wall. You stepped into the middle of your room, looking for a door or other way out. But the room around you started to spin. You felt yourself move, but you couldn’t tell you if you were. You were starting to lose your balance and stumbled backwords. Two hand grabbed your hips from behind, your back hit something hard.

‘Answer the question’ you felt two lips brush your earlobe.

Startled, you jumped away from the hands and turned around. Loki was standing with an amused smile on his face. He took a step towards you, making you take a step back.

‘What’s wrong, darling?’ he innocently asked.

‘It’s my birthday! You can’t do something to me on my birthday!’ you frantically answered. Normally his pranks were on a distance, that fact that he was up close didn’t mean anything good.

Loki just looked at the clock behind him. ‘It five minutes past your birthday, according to my clock’ he grinned.

You took another step back, not trusting what he had planned. Your legs hit something, you looked back to see an enormous bed behind you. Judging by the green colour, you knew it was his. You looked around and realized that you were in his room. It was obvious, though you had never been there. There was a desk with some scattered papers, a bookcase next to it, a sofa and a comfy seat placed next to a small coffee table, and there was a giant tv on the wall.

‘I’ve never been in your room’ you said.

‘Stating obvious facts, I see’ Loki replied.

‘Has anyone ever been in your room?’ you asked.

‘Do you like it?’ he asked.

You turned to face him, trying not to show you were a little startled that he had moved closer towards you, without you noticing.

‘Since when do you care what I think?’ you asked suspiciously.

‘Well, since you are going to be spending a lot of time here. I thought I would be nice’ he answered. ‘And no, nobody’s been here. Except for Thor’

‘Keeping me hostage in your room…. I think they will be able to find my location quite quickly’

One of his eyebrows quirked up. ‘I’m not keeping you hostage. If you want to leave, leave’  he stepped sideways and gestured to the door. You eyed the door and then Loki. You weren’t quite sure what he tried to pull. But curiosity got the better of you.

‘Why bring me here, and why not invite me like a normal person?’

‘Like you said, I owe you a present. I got you a present, and it is far more fun to teleport you here than to ask you’ he smirked.

‘No snake or vegetable cake I hope?’

He chuckled ‘No, you are going to enjoy this one. You can trust me on that’ he took another step closer towards you. This might have been the closest you have ever been. You could smell his forest cologne, for two seconds you closed your eyes and breathed it in. You looked him straight into his eyes, trying to hide your nerves and the effect his scent had on you.

‘All right, what did you get me?’ you asked.

‘Sit down’ he said.

‘Loki’ you warningly said.

‘Sit down’ he repeated himself. For a moment you contemplating on leaving, but let’s be honest, you didn’t want to leave.

You slowly sat down on his bed behind you. Not letting him out of your sight. He just looked smugly down at you and stepped closer to be right in front of you. You tried to ignore the bulge that was kind of in your face and leaned back a little bit on your arms.

‘What did you meant by what you said? That I’m going to spend a lot of time here, if I can leave any time I want?’ you asked, realizing he never explained himself.

‘Close your eyes’ he said.

You stared defiantly at him, but after a few seconds did as he asked. You felt his presence getting closer, the bed dipped a little lower, his curls trickled the side of your face and you felt two soft lips touch yours. Without a thought you moved your lips with his. He pulled back way to quickly, you opened your eyes.

´I thought I will finally give you what you truly desire’ he said.

‘And what is it that I truly desire?’ you asked intrigued.

‘Didn’t you think I knew? O darling’ he chuckled. ‘I have known for a while now. I see how you try not to stare while I train, when I just returned from the shower, or how your eyes almost pop out in the summer while I’m wearing nothing but trunks. And I have to say it’s just pathetic that you haven’t made your move once’

‘Y- You knew?’ you thought you were being smooth, but apparently it was quite obvious to him.

‘Did you thought you were being smooth?’ he patronizingly asked.

You were overthinking every event where he might have seen you staring at him. And you realized that you might not have been so smooth as you thought.

‘So, for your birthday. I give you me’ he looked smugly down at you. ‘I know it is the best present you have ever been given, but if you don’t want it, you can leave, and I’ll get you a necklace or something like that tomorrow’

You didn’t make a move, because now that he had kissed you, you needed, no you craved more.

‘Can I continue with your gift, now?’ he asked.

‘Yes’ you agreed.

‘Good’  his lips were back on yours again. He slipped his tongue in your mouth between his open mouth kisses. You were already panting and gasping for air, and realized he had only just begun.

His lips trailed towards your neck and without any warning you felt his teeth sink into your flesh. You hissed from the sudden pain, but the way he licked your skin afterwards made all the pain disappear. He had a way of balancing the line between pain and pleasure. It took him only a few seconds to find you weak spot, and you began to think that his nickname silver tongue, didn’t come from his way with words.

He sat upright, his legs on either side of your hips. A knife was conjured out of thin air. ‘If I were you, I would lay very still’

The tip of the blad was placed at your throat. He slowly but carefully dragged the tip of the knife across your throat to your chest. You were focussing hard on keeping your breathing even, so the knife wouldn’t cut your skin. The knife slid right through the top of you t-shirt and the middle piece of your bra was next to go. In one smooth motion he sliced through you entire t-shirt, making your breasts pop out of their containment.

Like an animal in heat his lips found your left nipple and he started to suck hard. His teeth grazed your sensitive skin. You arched your back, trying to escape the sudden pleasure, but it was no use. His hand snaked behind your back and he kept you in this position until he was satisfied by how hard you were panting and moaning.

His trailed his kissing upwards, until his lips reached your earlobe. ‘Now, normally I would tie you to the bed and make you beg until you have no more voice to even whisper your desperate prayers to me’

‘But since it’s your birthday and this is your gift, I’m going easy on you’

With a snap of his finger none of you were wearing any clothes anymore. Startled by your sudden vulnerability, you tried to cover yourself up with your hands. Loki grabbed your wrists and put them beside your head.

‘Don’t ever do that for me again’ he tried to warningly reassure you.

He kissed you softly this time and looked you in your eyes ‘I have been craving you since the moment I met you. Now that I have you, you’re mine and to me you are perfection, darling’

You felt one of his hands at your hip, sliding towards your thigh.

‘Tell me I can continue’ he whispered in your ear.

‘Loki, please, you’re killing me here’  you pleaded, hoping he would give you what you have craved all these months.

His hand moved towards your centre. He slowly trailed downwards and put a finger between your fold. Going upwards he found your clit and you whined out loud. Finally, you would get to know for real what his fingers could do to you.

He slowly started to circle you clit, while he kept his gaze on you. He registered every expression and every movement you mad. Calculating what to do to give you the most pleasure. A sum he had solved in merely a few minutes.

‘Sing for me, darling’ he hummed in your ear, while you could feel the high pressure let go in your release.

He kissed you, while you were still coming down from your high and felt his fingers slowing down their pace. With his hand he grabbed your hair and pulled it hardly, making you hiss. The tip of his cock made it way through your folds. He guided himself inside of you with his other hand, and slowly went as far as you could let him.

Full, was a word that got a whole new definition for you.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked.

‘Oh God, you feel amazing’ you ignore the smirk that showed on his face.

‘That’s right, pray to your God’ he moaned while he started to pump up and down inside of you.

He began slow but quickly picked up the pace. You met his pace with your hips, making his cock drag just against the right spot. He kept going, and you lost all track of time. Finally when he increased his pace, he triggered your orgasm hat milked him for all he got.

Completely spent, you were catching your breath. Loki did the same. When both of you were breathing normally, he slowly made his way out of you. With a snap the mess was gone and you smelled the fresh bedlinens on the bed you lay.

Loki laid down next to you, putting a hand around your waist. While he hummed in approval. You turned around in his arms, so your face was towards his chest. ‘You can’t say this wasn’t the best present you have gotten today’ he said teasingly.

‘You really are full of yourself aren’t you?’

‘I thought it was you who is going to be full of me’ he smirked.

‘Well, at least this was a good surprise, instead of all the bad ones you did’ you answered.

‘Really?’ he asked.

´Well, yeah. I finally get to lay in your arms’ you snuggled closer against his chest.

He just laughed a little. ‘While that is more than true. You do realize I’m your problem now? Don’t you?’

‘O god’ you murmured.

‘Happy birthday, darling. Just know that there here is only one God that can help you now’ he whispered in your ear.

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Hot Tea: One Shot

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language, smut

Summary: You burn your throat with hot tea..Jotun Loki to the rescue.

You had been in the mood for tea all day. Not just any tea, the tea you specifically buy for your own personal use that you bust out when you’re not feeling well or when you’re having a shitty day. Today was option B, you had the most irritating day at work and all you wanted to do was relax and have your cup of tea.

You get to your apartment, you say a quick hello to your boyfriend Loki and start making your tea. You’re bouncing with anticipation waiting for this water to hurry up and get to the right temperature. You finally hear that glorious whistle and finish making your tea.

You give it a half assed blow to “cool it down” but immediately regret it.

It is piping hot, you feel like your tongue and your throat are now on fire.

“Fuck!” You start to cough. “Darling! Are you alright!” Loki comes rushing over to you, “what happened?” 

You point at the cup and then your throat and make a fanning gesture with your hand in front of your throat hoping he understands what you’re trying to express.

“You didn’t wait until it was safe to drink again.” It’s not a question, he already knows what happened. You did this often enough, “I’ll get the milk and honey.”

He walks over to the fridge and then it hits you. He’s a frost giant, maybe he could help you with a little bit more than just milk and honey…

You walk over to him, trying to ignore the burning pain in your throat, you didn’t want him to turn you down because you were in too much pain.

You wrap your arms around his waist and start to drift your hand towards his sleeping member.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

He turns around as much as you allow him, you open the freezer, take his hand and place it inside the ice. Loki’s glamour on his skin starts to recede leaving his icy blue skin. 

You take his now blue finger and put it in your mouth, dragging it down your tongue towards the back of your throat where you let it sit. Enjoying the cold feeling, relishing in the relief, you had your eyes closed and you were moaning so sinfully when you opened your eyes Loki’s pupils were so dilated his eyes were black. You look down and see his tented pants, seeing the effect your little experiment had on him.

“Y/n, you need to tread carefully.” He warns you, you have done a lot of things together sexually but never in his jotun form. He would use the excuse of not wanting to harm you but in truth, he was terrified you would be disgusted by his jotun form. Knowing that his true form lies underneath an illusion might be enough to deter you from ever wanting to make love to him ever again. You tried to convince him multiple times but he always refused, it doesn’t really look like you’re giving him much of an option today.

“Please baby? My throat hurts so much, don’t you want to soothe the heat for me. I’m burning for you daddy.” You’re voice in super raspy from the scalding hot tea, it hurts like a bitch but you were so turned on by this you barely felt it anymore. Now you just wanted to suck his big blue cock.

He looks at you for a moment, closes his eyes and he transforms before your eyes. He doesn’t open them to look at you assessing him, still too afraid of your reaction. You take your hand and you caress his face, trail your finger down his nose and cup his cheeks gently using your thumbs to brush over his closed eyes. You get on your tippy toes and you kiss him, softly at first and then you deepen it. Even his tongue is cold, so naturally, you suck on it making sinful noises as you do. 

You stop the kiss and he opens his eyes, the ruby red of them taking you by surprise at first. Not because you find them revolting, you’re just amazed by them, the ruby reflecting the fire burning in your throat. 

You take his hand, turn around and walk towards the couch. Before you sit him down and you remove all of his clothes yourself. After every piece of skin revealed you leave kisses where the article of clothing was. You start with his shirt, revealing his chiseled blue chest, showing more of his jotun markings. You lick each one. Then you get down on your knees in front of him and you take off his shoes and socks, kissing the tops of his feet. Still on your knees you unbuckle his pants, maintaining eye contact the whole time and finally pull his pants down painfully slow. His long, thick, weeping blue cock bobbing enticingly in front of your face. You lick your lips and start to lick him. 

You rise up from your knees, lightly kiss him and push him lightly so he sits down on the couch, you get to your knees again and spread his legs apart. You grab the bottom of your shirt and lift it over your head, he gazes down at your breasts while he strokes himself slowly, getting some more of his essence to seep out of the tip.

You lean down and lick that delicious pearl, feeling the cooling sensation already. 

“Mmmm, daddy you taste so good.”

“Do I? Is it helping your pain darling?” He’s starting to stroke your hair, feeling his longer pointed nails scratch your head gently. 

“Yes daddy, it feels so much better, but I still feel a little burning..” you take his hand and lay it on your throat, “right here…”

“Well let’s see what we can do about that..” he removes his hand from around your throat and wraps it around the back of your head, pushing you toward his begging cock. You wrap your lips around him and slowly move your head up and down, massaging him with your tongue as you go.

“Yes, oh y/n…”

You take him as deep as you can, feeling the relief from the heat of your burn almost instantly. You keep him in place deep in your throat, enjoying the feeling of his cold cock, you slowly start to move. You start to speed up your motions and move your tongue around a little more, you start to feel him twitch like he’s about to cum.

“Are you close daddy?”

“Yes my darling, so close.”

You can’t have that.

You pull away from him and start to lick him and place light kisses all over him, dragging out his sweet pleasure. 

All of the teasing got him worked up even more, “my darling please, I don’t think I can take anymore. Please I beg of you.”

His nails are ripping into the fabric of the couch beneath him, the sound making you want to give in to his pleas.

You make eye contact with him and take him in your mouth, as deep as you can go. You move much faster than previously and rapidly swirl your tongue all around him. 

“Y/n! Y/n, please!”

You grab his balls and massage them as you shove his cock all the way down your throat, feeling the tip press against the back of it.

That sets him off.

He’s screaming your name and you feel his cock twitch harder than before, then his ice cold cum shoots down your throat, further soothing the uncomfortable burning sensation. The relief you felt when you took his finger in your mouth before was nothing compared to this feeling. 

You slide him out of your mouth slowly, he’s fully reclined on the couch, legs still open wide, cock slowly softening and eyes staring at the ceiling.

He’s breathing so heavy, “you ok baby?” You ask.

He shifts his head and looks down at you, his red eyes staring at you so intensely it was almost like he was seeing into your soul.

“I’m more than ok my darling, how’s your throat?”

You smile, “better, thank you.”

He laughs, “you’re thanking me, after the way you just made feel. YOU are thanking ME?”

He laughs fondly at you again, exasperated by his lady love. “You are unbelievable.”

You rose to your feet and started making your way to the kitchen.

“Where do you think you’re going my love?”

“My tea should be the perfect temperature now!”

“I don’t think so darling”, he runs over to you and throws you over his shoulder walking straight to the bedroom. 

“Wait! What about my tea!”

“I’ll make you more later woman!”

He takes you to bed and makes love to you in his jotun form, you were in such a good mood afterward you found you no longer needed your special tea to make you feel better after all. All you needed was your beautiful prince to soothe you. 

The end.

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Pls this chapter summary is so funny to me

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Nobody is coming between her and her emotional support hat >:3

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The King of Jotunheim (Loki One Shot, Smut)

Author's Note 

18+, Sexual Content

Smut central - you have been warned.

Loki x Female 

4.6K words

King Loki was a formidable character, one of the few to refuse Odin's claim over the nine realms and live to tell the tale. Though he had a cruel upbringing, and it was wise to not speak of the great tales of Laufey in the King's presence for fear of his wrathful reaction, he ruled with intelligence and carefully calculated strategy that ensured the prosperity and security of Jotunheim's future. Loki had fiercely sought to separate himself from his father entirely following his death; only their name and titles as King linked them together. 

His father had regarded him as small and weak, lacking the desired traits of their race, and had nearly given up on him entirely. Unable to produce an alternative heir, he subjected Loki to a level of training the other inhabitants of Jotunheim had not endured. It ensured he was broken down completely to be rebuilt stronger. The torturous ordeal had forced his magic to manifest itself in ways that differed from his expected control of the harsh icy landscape around them. 

It had taken many years, but Laufey's view of him eventually changed from disgust to seeing him only as a tactical advantage that would ensure the success of Jotunheim's operation as an independent realm, able to deny Asgard's attempts with ease. It was not a loving or caring relationship; his father did not possess the ability. With his training complete, he had allowed his son to join his side as a prized weapon the other realms feared. This had proved a successful strategy for the remaining years of his reign. Laufey had finally succumbed to battle wounds within his crumbling palace, alone. Loki refused to sit by his side in his final hours, and his last breath was drawn in an empty room behind locked doors. 

Now inhabiting his rightful place on the throne of Jotunheim, the young King had turned his focus from battle to better the living situation of his people. Towering walls were erected to alleviate some of the relentless icy wind at failed to cease. The dilapidated ruins of the palace and its surrounding temples were torn down and buried, replaced with homes that provided more suitable shelter from the environment. He could never align with his father's thought of suffering being the ultimate demonstration of strength, nor his insistence on dominating the realms he determined as weaker. 

Schools and buildings of higher education were erected, and the finishing touch on the regeneration of the realm was the modestly-sized palace, completed only once the other work had taken place. It had been a controversial choice, but the people were slowly won by his unusual kindness towards them, and they in turn found a more gentle nature. Their natural advantage in brute force and ice magic would always prove advantageous in war, should they be targeted, but children were no longer forced into training at an early age; it was their choice to enlist once their studies were complete.

A new focus on education and expanding the minds of his people had proved rewarding. The culture of the realm changed; people found enjoyment, room for creativity and individual thought for the first time, which only furthered the success of the realm, now safely isolated in its pocket of the universe. It had taken several years of hard work and determination, but with the wounds of the past finally healed, the population increased exponentially.

The elders of Alfheim had observed the developments from afar, weary from the battles the other realms inflicted upon them over the years. Once satisfied with King Loki's intent to move away from the violence of the past, they eventually made contact, proposing an alliance to protect one another should war be waged upon them again. The King tentatively accepted their request for their dignitaries to enter his realm and begin discussions.

You were selected to attend the trip as a protector of the dignitaries should King Loki have ulterior motives; your magical ability remained unrivalled on Alfheim, and you were certainly a force to be reckoned with. You had reluctantly agreed to the clothing selected for you; a deep blue dress that cinched at your waist, with an unnecessary plunging neckline. You didn't speak out against their choice, but could see the motivation that lay behind it; a distraction for the eyes while they attempt to negotiate an agreement more advantageous for your realm. Surely furs and high necklines would have been a more logical choice, but they explained this away by requesting your magic was used to maintain a more suitable temperature for the group, avoiding any appearance of weakness from hiding behind layer upon layer of fabric. 

Jotunheim was far from what you expected upon your arrival; you hadn't cast eyes on it yourself from Alfheim and relied only upon the stories of old to paint an image in your mind. The tales were clearly outdated, and you were relieved to see a more welcoming environment around you, with no harsh wind battering the once barren land. You entered the palace confused by your placement within the group; concealed as the dignitaries led the way. You had tried to push forwards to lead, but the men failed to part around you, keeping you in place behind them. 

King Loki sat on a throne of polished deep blue stone, carefully assessing the movements of the new arrivals. "Welcome, visitors. Please, introduce yourselves." His voice was not what you had expected; he sounded dignified and was well-spoken. The stories had left you worried their language primarily consisted of grunts and guttural screams. The dignitaries proceeded to part slightly, leaving room between one another whilst they introduced themselves to the King. Everyone had now spoken, apart from you. 

He could see your halo of light pink hair reflecting in the light of the room behind the cloaked men. He tilted his body slightly in his seat, trying to get a better view. You continued to stare ahead, and his crimson eyes met your own. "Ah" he slyly smiled, "A gift?" The light pink of your eyes darkened slightly at his assumption, and your brow furrowed in response to the insult. You felt the hand of a dignitary meet the exposed skin of your back, and they pushed you forwards slightly, forcing you to reveal yourself fully. "I'm sorry to disappoint you bu-" You had begun to explain your presence, but you were cut short. "Of course, King Loki, should you be happy to accept." His eyes raked up and down your body, he wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, "Gladly, come maiden, tell me your name." 

Your blood ran cold, you stood frozen, feet firmly rooted in place. He laughed and instructed his guards to take you to his rooms while he continued pleasantries with the new arrivals. Formal discussions were not scheduled to take place until the next day. The guards approached you, and their cold blue hands gripped your arms, forcing you to take a few steps backwards. "I don't think so!" You were becoming enraged at the assumptions, and the guards quickly withdrew from your flesh that now burned under their fingertips. Loki watched intently, intrigued by your boldness and use of magic. He saw a crimson glow in your eyes that had not been present before, and that sly grin spread across his face again. "It is not wise to refuse a King" he stated, waving his hand through the air towards you, stopping your magic in its tracks. You felt the cold sensation from his power linger on your skin, and the guards grasped you once again, lifting you from your place to carry you out of the room. "We apologise, King Loki, she is usually much more obliging," you heard the dignitaries say before the doors to the throne room were slammed shut. 

You were deposited in what you presumed to be his rooms. The guards swiftly left, and you could hear the shuffle of feet outside the doors signalling you were being guarded against escaping. You took a chair in front of the fireplace and stared into the flames, grabbing a white fur to cover your exposed skin while you waited. A maid finally entered the rooms a short while later and tentatively approached you, having been warned of your feistiness. She settled a tray holding a bottle of mead and a small glass beside you. "This is for you, King Loki said you may wish to relax a little before his return." You laughed, reaching out and taking a large gulp directly from the bottle. "Thank you," you replied, glaring at the maid as she left you alone again.

An hour passed, and you shed the fur as you grew warm in front of the fire, carelessly discarding it on the floor. You heard his voice a short distance away and stood in preparation for his entrance, not wanting to be at a tactical disadvantage in your seat. He was not put off by your cold stare as he entered his rooms, and he continued towards you, reaching out for your hand and bringing it to his dark blue lips to place a kiss. "I believe we may have gotten off on the wrong foot." His tone seemed more gentle now he was no longer under the surveying eyes of the dignitaries. He caught you off guard, and you withdrew the magic you were about to cast against him. "I take it as you were brought here under false pretences then?" he sat as he spoke, grabbing the bottle next to him to take his own swig. You raised a brow at his perceptiveness and introduced yourself to him, finally revealing your name. He smiled in response, "Well, nice to finally meet you." 

You crossed your arms across your exposed chest as he looked at you, waiting to see if you would ready your magic again. He was pleased to sense you become slightly more at ease as you took the chair next to him. A second glass appeared on the tray that now sat between you both. He poured the honey liquid for both of you and lifted a full glass towards you. You accepted it, your fingers brushing his own as you took it from his hand. A slight blush crept across your face at the touch, and something shifted in his eyes as he watched your reaction. You quickly brought the glass up to your lips. He continued to surprise you as you slipped into natural conversation. You allowed your eyes to scan over the slightly raised and darker blue markings on his face, wondering about their meaning and if they continued further down his body. He, in return, scanned over the slight pearlescence of your exposed skin.

The evening began to slip away as you talked, paying no attention to the time, and you felt relaxed in his company. "We should retire to bed. It would be wise for you to sleep here tonight, or they will begin to talk of our failure to charm one another." You paused to take in his words, slightly shocked at his invitation to enter his bed, but it did make sense. Word from the dignitaries would surely reach the elders, and you were in no position to refuse their wishes. You nodded in response and began to rise, following his lead. You hadn't taken much note of his height previously, distracted by your impulse to protect yourself. He was taller than you, and you stared at his chest, taking in that he stood a full head above you. You didn't even reach his shoulders. You swallowed and allowed him to lead you through a set of doors to his bed-chamber. 

Your trunk already sat within the room, and you carefully sifted through the contents, horrified to find only strappy silk nightdresses inside. He sat on the bed facing away from you as he began to undress, and you quickly took the opportunity to change and slide under the heavy layers of covers and furs. Once he felt you settle, he slipped under the covers to join you. You both awkwardly lay on your backs looking up at the ceiling, and you shifted slightly, your hand brushing against his accidentally. He turned to face you in response, scanning his eyes over the jewellery that accentuated the slight point of your ears; you could feel his gaze, and you tensed slightly. "I may be King but I do not rule with the harsh iron fist of my father. You can relax. I won't hurt you. Well, unless you hurt me." A small smile crept up his face, and you allowed yourself to turn to face him, looking into his red eyes. 

From what you could sense, he didn't seem to be lying, and the crimson glow in your eyes faded to their usual soft pink. "Your eyes are very expressive, quite the tell," he remarked, and you blushed yet again at his words. "You're not what I expected. The formidable King of Jotunheim." You worried you had spoken out of turn, and the words hung in the air as your eyes frantically searched over his face for a shift in his expression. "You'd do well to not share that information. I can read a room, do not underestimate my ability or intelligence. There is a time and a place for harsh judgement and decision making." You swallowed at his response, the realisation sinking in that you were lying next to a King. A King that had allowed you into his private rooms, albeit with a bit of manhandling. You began to imagine how he could possibly come across the way he had been described. He seemed... charming. 

"I see you may have been underestimated. How foolish they are to not regard you as a crowning jewel of Alfheim, handing you over so thoughtlessly" he softly says as he reaches up to touch your cheek. You inhale sharply, his touch cool but relieving; you had begun to grow warm under the many layers of bedding. You can't help but lean into his hand slightly. You feel warm and comforting under his touch, and he shuffles slightly closer to you, wanting to feel more of your heat against his cool skin. He was extremely perceptive. You were surprised to find comfort in his words; you had been underestimated, sold short, and handed off to a stranger the second you arrived. "I don't think I've been handed the worst card I could have been dealt," you whispered, smiling at him. He returned the smile and brought his face closer to yours. You looked into his eyes, questioning his next move, and he closes the gap, connecting his lips to yours. You find yourself returning the kiss, exploring the cool sensation of his skin against the warmth of your own. The contrast is new, exciting even, and your kiss intensifies as your eyes close, lost in the closeness. 

You don't recall falling asleep, but awake several hours later, unsure of the time. You find yourself resting your head on his cool muscular chest, with your arm and leg carelessly draped over him. You are embarrassed by your unconscious actions and carefully begin to withdraw from him, feeling improper given your meeting only yesterday. He stirs slightly as you begin to move your leg away, and an 'Mmm" cleaves his mouth as you slide the warm skin of your thigh over his body. You freeze, watching him with wide eyes, and pray to the gods he doesn't wake. His eyes remain closed, and you slowly exhale the breath you didn't know you were holding, continuing to slowly slink away from him. Until his hand firmly grips your thigh, holding it in place. You cringe and feel your face become heated under his touch. He rubs slow circles into your skin with his thumb, and the feelings it stirs in the pit of your stomach surprise you. 

"I'm sorry," you whisper, continuing to move your thigh away from him, and retreat to your side of the bed. He groans at the loss of your warm body, and begins to reach his hands out towards you, firmly grasping your waist and dragging you back next to him. He turns, his jaw now resting atop your head, and you are anything but relaxed as your face meets his chest. He is so impossibly close, and you feel a firmness press against your thigh. You hope it's his knee, and you flush as your thoughts drift to other possibilities. ".... Loki?" you mumble against him, and you feel his body tense as he is roused from his sleep. "Hmm?" he asks, his voice deep and raspy, and he is clearly still half lost in a dream. 

"You're... crushing me," you manage to speak, your body automatically becoming much warmer in response to his vice grip that is restricting your breath slightly. He doesn't let go, and your temperature continues to rise at his failure to release you until you begin to burn the pads of his fingertips. He quickly pulls away from you, opening his eyes to meet the red glow of yours. You lift your hand to wipe the layer of sweat that has now formed on your brow. "Oh, I'm sorry," he says, still keeping his gaze on you as he yawns. You'd expected a little more of an apology for his actions, and your eyes remain saturated with magic as you now glare at him. He lets out a soft laugh, and you feel your anger building as he laughs at you. He now looks confused, "I assure you I meant no harm, I was asleep, I apologise if it was a little too close for your comfort." You turn over away from him, annoyed, but feel his eyes boring into the back of your head, deep in thought. 

You don't receive a further apology, and you feel him pull the covers away from his body as he sits up, shifting to place his feet on the floor as he wakes fully. You curl into a tighter ball, pulling the blankets around you further. "May I ask exactly why you were asked to join the trip?" he asks, still facing away from you. You are surprised by the question, and take a moment to contemplate his motives before you answer. "Well, my magic... to protect them should anything go awry." "Ah" he responds, "Pretty foolish to cast you off the second you arrive then." He's right; it was foolish to do so. You feel the mattress rise as he stands, and he wanders out of the room, giving no hint to where he is going. 

King Loki returns to the room a short while later, changed into a fresh set of clothes, though his hair is slightly damp. You smell honey and mint waft through the air toward you. He's bathed, and you allow yourself to inhale the heady aroma as you sit up in bed to watch his movements as he readied for the day. You'd not noted the silver crown that sat on the bedside table last night and watch as he lifts it atop his head, silver horns glinting in the dim room. "You look very commanding," you say, surprised by your boldness as your words slip from your mouth. He grins and parts his mouth slightly, as if to speak, but instead runs his tongue across his upper molars as he takes in your words. You wish you could disappear into the pillows that sat behind you at his reaction. He laughs softly, "Well, I am King darling." Your flush spreads further, creeping further up from your neck, across your face. "I should ready myself, the discussions must be starting soo-" he cuts you off before you can finish your sentence. "That won't be necessary, take your time, you are not required to join the discussions today." Oh. You hadn't expected to be discluded from the talks, but it made sense now you had been handed over to Jotunheim, and you watched as he strolled out the room, hearing the doors close behind him. 

You lay back into the pillows, lost at what to do. He hadn't advised exactly how long these discussions would be, and you imagined your hours of mindless solitude, trapped within the walls of his rooms. You sighed heavily as you hauled yourself from the heavy covers, hoping he had left something edible. You were starving after not eating the night prior, and were pleased to be greeted by the savoury aroma of a stew that sat on the same silver tray as last night near the fireplace. You carefully assessed the strange root vegetables it contained, but they tasted pleasant, and you quickly finished the bowl. Your mind drifted to the fragrance he had left in the bedroom, and you wandered through an unknown set of doors, hoping it was a bathroom. It felt strange to wander through the King's private quarters; you felt like you were intruding, but you longed to soak away the stress of the day prior in the vast bath. 

You carefully scanned your eyes over the bottles that lined the edge of the bath, opening a select few to inhale their fragrance, searching for the one he had used earlier that morning. You finally found it, and poured the thick liquid into your hand, slathering it over your body, basking in his fragrance. You closed your eyes, focusing on the aroma, and your mind dragged you back to the bedroom. You contemplated this morning, and what would have happened if he had kept you held against his hard member. Your soapy hand creeps down your body, from your breast to your stomach, and you slowly reach towards your core. Ouch! The pain jolts you back to reality, and you glare down at your outstretched hand, frustrated at the inability to relieve yourself. You thought the chastity enchantment would have been removed the second you were handed over to the King, that was why you had been given to him, right? It should only have remained while in servitude to the elders, an annoying sacrifice to ensure your focus is kept on protection, not self-satisfaction. You frustratedly rinse your body and quickly leave the comfort of the warm bath. 

You are still laying undressed in the bed when the King returns a few hours later, your mind completely lost in thinking about how to remove the enchantment. Your magic failed to counteract it, the invisible shield over our core would not budge, and your fingertips ached from the continued zaps as you resorted to physical force to try and pry it from you. It was fruitless, it wouldn't budge with your magic, and it certainly wasn't going to be removed by your desperate hands. When the door to the bedroom is flung open, you jump in surprise, entirely embarrassed you lost track of time, fixated only on relief. He stiffens, his face has a slightly confused expression as he looks over you, trying to figure out what you had been doing for such a heavy fragrance of arousal to be lingering in the air. You furiously blush, unable to meet his eye line; this is now beyond embarrassing. 

"I... the... I'm afraid the-" his voice waivers, he's struggling to think straight and you allow yourself to finally look at him. It's delightful to watch him fail to string a coherent sentence together, and this isn't aiding your day-long frustration at all. His gaze intensifies as he identifies the need in your eyes, and he desperately moves closer to you with just a few intent strides. He grasps the heavy covers and pulls them away from your body with ease, completely exposing your body to him. He drinks you in; the rapid movements of your flushed chest, your full breasts, and your glittering slick core. "Glorious" he mutters under his breath, and he pounces on top of you, his weight restricting your breath slightly as he hungrily devours the soft skin of your collarbone, before moving up to your neck. You moan against his contact and pull him closer, and he drags his mouth away from your neck to kiss you with fervour, his cold tongue dancing with yours as you both become lost in heady arousal. 

The King drags your hips towards him, your thighs opening further to accommodate his broad torso. The cool skin of his now bare chest is teasing your nipples in just the right way, and he can feel them harden beneath him, pressed tightly against him. "I need to have you, I can't, I can't think straight. You've been a distraction to my mind all day." You moan at his words, he's won you over entirely, and you want nothing more than to find out exactly how impressive his cock must be if his large hands are anything to go by. His hand wanders between your thighs, but instead of providing relief to your desperately tightly wound arousal, he hisses in pain, quickly pulling his hand away. 

He lifts his body away from yours slightly, moving back from your parted thighs to drink in the sight of your core. He can see every detail; the engorged bud of your clitoris, your wet entrance, and the shimmering veil of magic that inflicted pain upon him. His brow furrows, unable to comprehend why you would do such a thing. "A trick, what are you doing, remove it!" he angrily says to you, and you hold your breath, slightly afraid of his reaction and assumption this was your doing. His eyes are dangerous, and he glares into yours as he awaits an answer. "I. I can't, I'm sorry, it's not me. The elders - it's, it's a requirement for servitude. To focus on protection. So we aren't distracted." His mind quickly directs his malice towards the dignitaries and the elders. How clever they are to have dangled such a tantalising woman in front of him, keeping his mind distracted from the day's discussions as the treaty is formed. His anger grows, but not towards you, and he consciously softens his expression as he looks down on you. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you." You inhale, desperately taking in air.

"May I try to remove it?" he asks, his tone now far more gentle. He hovers his large hand just a few centimetres from your spread core, and every fibre of your being begs he is successful. You nod, and he begins. The reflection of the light radiating from his hand glitters in his eyes as he intently focuses, droplets of sweat now forming on his brow from his mental battle to counteract the magic. The light intensifies, now flickering, and the most intense jolt yet tears through your core. You yelp at the agonising sensation and he quickly retreats his hand, the concern now visible on his face as he watches a tear escape the corner of your eye, your lower lip wobbling. "I'm sorry, this is so stupid, this is my fault. I didn't know!" you cry, and he shifts to lay at the side of you. With your bodies now disconnected, he reaches his hand up to gently cup your face, ensuring your eyes are looking into his own as he speaks to you. "My dear, this is not your fault. I swear to you, I will find a way to resolve this... obstacle... without causing you any harm". You turn to face him, a small laugh escaping your mouth, attempting to hide your feelings of disappointing him, and he connects his lips to yours, gently kissing you, and your eyes flutter shut to return the kiss. 

To Be Continued... 

Don't hate me, I thought the sense of frustration would really be accentuated by waiting for a Part 2...

*Update* 16/06/2022 - Part 2 is up and can be found here!*

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