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Loki x Reader - Whumptober - 11 Stitches

11 Stitches

I was having strong emotions about anger of ragnorak so um don’t read if you are very very in favor of ragnorak sorry I’m just super emotional about that obedience disk :(

Also my vision is doing really weird things so my hands feel not connected to my body so extra sorry about typos - I tried to catch them but it’s a weird feeling when I’m not feeling like I’m actually typing

The crowd slowly dispersed as Loki, Thor and Valkyrie walked back through it towards from where the denizens had gathered in a sort of assembly area and off to what would be more private quarters.

'So king then?' Loki asked, a half smile on his face.

'It suits me, don't you think?' Thor responded, reaching out to grip Loki's shoulder.

Loki smiled, side stepping and avoiding Thor's friendly attempt at bonding. 'Yes, I think it's time you stepped into the role.' The younger brother nodded, easing his shoulder slightly and rolling his arm as he nodded.

Thor tilted his head curiously but continued smiling.

From your vantage point in the crowd, you watched the exchange curiously, carefully cutting through the throngs of people. You moved like water, easily passing unnoticed. No one ever noticed you, always in a long dark shawl, covered largely from head to toe, your face mostly uncovered but still, deep within the folds of your shawl, buried beneath your robes. The many workings of your craft smuggled beneath the layers of your robes. Still you moved nearer, listening intently to what the trio were discussing.

Valkyrie interjected, 'You've been favoring that shoulder since you arrived on Asgard, I've noticed.'

'I have not.' Loki muttered.

'He has not.' Thor retorted.

Valkyrie looked first at Loki then suspiciously at Thor. 'Has he not?'

Loki stopped rotating his arm and straightened his face immediately, looking at her disinterestedly. 'I'm fine.' He insisted.

'So if I were to touch it right now?' Lightning fast, Valkyrie lunged towards Loki, moving as if to grip his shoulder.

Loki jumped back, a sharp cry of pain escaping his mouth, instantly snapping shut as he glared at her, his hands rising in a defensive position.

Slowly Valkyrie straightened, returning to a neutral stance and crossing her arms. She looked at Thor. 'He wasn't injured in the battle, not in any substantial way, and when I brought him to you he was mostly in tact. What happened?'

'I'm fine.' Loki muttered through grit teeth.

Thor smiled thinly, 'You heard him, he's fine.'

Deciding now might be the best time to interject before things escalated, you stepped forward and revealed yourself from the crowd, pulling back the cowl of your hood. 'If I might be of service,' You spoke softly, lowering your hood. Valkyrie and Thor spun around, looking to see who had spoken. Loki, for his part, his eyes fell immediately upon you, as though he had been watching you the entire time. A small part wondered if he had. 'I am a gifted healer, I always have been, even before my conscription into the Grandmaster's service when my skills were greatly limited. Perhaps I could look to see if there is even a slight amount of marring to his majesty's visage, if only just. I can see only a the barest harm that might have befallen him causing even the slightest amount of discomfort, any inconvenience though it may be, no matter how slight, could potentially be at risk to any future endeavors.'

Thor nodded thoughtfully, 'If it were very slight it could be a future problem, I would approve of you looking at it. What do you think, Loki? I'm sure it's only a mild thing.'

Loki rolled his eyes and grit his teeth. 'Yes, something only very minor. I wouldn't want to inconvenience his majesty.'

'If you would, my prince,' You gestured towards Loki, bowing low, 'I imagine there is a more private room that I could view the injury, so that we do not inconvenience your brother.' As you bowed low before Loki you looked up at him and for a brief second, you offered the smallest smile and a slight wink.

There was a brief hesitation from him where he looked at you curiously. Loki glanced at Thor, 'I'll be fine brother, I'm certain if this woman holds ill will towards me, I'll be fine, it's obviously only a slight injury, as you say.'

For a moment, Thor seemed to shift nervously despite himself, then he nodded. Valkyrie looked between the two brothers and scowled rolling her eyes before following after Thor.

Loki held out his arm for you to walk beside him, the arm he seemed to be favoring and walked a short distance before seeming to choose a room at random and walking in. Inside there was a single cot, wash basin, stool and table.

Loki crossed the room and leaned against the table, attempting to cross his arms before giving up and staring at you curiously.

'Who are you?'

You told him your name honestly. Then added, 'I'm a healer, very gifted, though I don't usually get to practice the full extent of my healing abilities given the nature of the gladiator battles. I'm sure you saw much of that on your time...' You trailed off.

'I am trying to forget about my time spent there. I wish I had been able to take a greater amount of revenge on that wretched beast.'

You sighed, 'You and me both.' Shaking your head, you sat down on the cot.

'Why did you separate me from my brother? What really was the purpose of that simpering?'

You raised an eyebrow, 'Honestly? I can spot an injury a mile away, I know what long exposure from an obedience disk looks like, I know the symptoms, and I can smell the ozone on you.'

'Excuse me?'

'Burnt skin. Obedience disks superheat your veins but yours was on long enough to burn skin, I don't know what slaver left it on you for that long but given the guilt our newfound king has, I'm guessing it was him.'

'You could tell all this from smell alone?'

'I use my senses. I'm trained to fix what the Grandmaster breaks, he can't play with his toys if he breaks them all.' You looked at Loki pointedly. 'And those obedience disks are perfect, the way your veins turn blue? That shows up externally, there's only so much damage they can do beneath the surface before they start to show up on the surface, so if you have surface damage that I can smell?' You shook your head.

Loki eased himself onto the table so he was seated, looking at you impressed. 'You are a master at your craft then.'

'I've been on Sakaar a long time.'

'I would love to understand the way time works there, it's a fascinating concept.'

You chuckled and shook your head, 'Can't help you there sorry, I can just fix injuries.'

Loki nodded, and sighed, 'The library of Asgard, burned and razed... And Thor's new friend makes jest of it.'

'Yea, I noticed that poignant moment. I thought that moment of silence was touching for all of a,'

Loki interrupted you, 'Did we have a moment of silence? I think it cut straight to his commentary.'

You smiled wryly, 'From my position towards the back of the ship, it felt like it, if it makes you feel better.'

Loki smiled, 'Perhaps a bit. I will take that to heart. The Asgardians mourned properly and those who fought for Asgard attempted to.'

'We've all lost homes, we tried to be respectful. It hurts.' You jerked your chin towards his green garb, and straightened up, standing once more. Undoing the layers of your shawls, you revealed medical supplies stashed away in your clothing.

A hint of pink touched at Loki's cheeks as you seemed to undress, only to reveal more clothes beneath your many layers. He seemed worried that you were undressing, but really, just more clothes underneath. Slowly he straightened up as he watched you, pulling out medical supply after medical supply, each more complex than the last, but clearly with burn treatment in mind. Salves and ointments, stitches and analgesics, anything to heal and treat.

'So you were flattering Thor, into letting him agree to treat me...' Loki said slowly as he stared down at you.

You walked over to the table, laying your things out beside him. Nodding, you set the pieces down at as he stared at you imperiously.

'What made you so certain I would agree to being assisted?' Loki asked.

'Because you're not a fool, and you're in pain.'

Loki squinted at you, opening and closing his mouth several times. 'What makes you think I trust you?'

You paused, stopping to look over at him and considered your response. 'You are already here in this room with me, you know you could easily overpower me, even in a weakened state, you're on a ship full of allies, even if I betrayed you, I wouldn't get far, I would gain far more in betraying Thor over you in the grand scheme of things, considering that he is now king, and I am aware of your previous reputation in Asgard which among the common people isn't actually that bad but I know that you're supposed to be sneaky but they spoke well of your time as ruler in the guise of Odin and by that judgment, I've made the decision that I like you better.'

Loki blinked. He was silent for a moment, 'What?'

Inhaling, you made to repeat yourself.

Loki held up his hand, 'No I heard you, what I didn't get was that you like me better, than who?'

'Than Thor?'

Loki tilted his head to the side and stared at you curiously. Slowly he started picking at his hand. 'I'm confused.'

'Well, surely a king who would torture his own brother with an obedience disk can't be as golden as everyone makes him out to be.'

Loki sighed, 'He did think I was going to betray him, I told him I was going to hand him in to the Grandmaster for the ransom money.'

You raised an eyebrow at him before returning to arranging your things on the table, 'Wow, that seems really uncharacteristic of you.'

Loki muttered under his breath, 'Tell me about it...'

'I mean, I really think I panicked in that moment, anything to stop him from a suicide mission back to Hela and Asgard, but as always his idiotic plans work out, without rhyme or reason. As if some divine being says they will and so they do.'

Finding a yet unnoticed cabinet, miraculously stocked with alcohol, courtesy the Grandmaster's probable alcoholism, you pulled out the bottle and took a sniff. Turning towards Loki, you uncorked the bottle and held it out to him, 'This will help, it's going to be painful treating it.'

Loki looked down at the bottle and sighed, shaking his head. Lifting the bottle to his lips, he tilted back his mouth and downed as much as he could stomach in one gulp. He lowered the bottle and shuddered at the sickly sweet taste, grimacing. 'Fantastic.' He muttered, handing the bottle back to you, 'Alcohol for surgery, 'Truly barbaric.'

'I don't have any intravenous drips which I'd prefer, but I do have some ointments so you won't be only relying on alcohol.' You explained.

Loki nodded. 'Right.' Leaning against the table, you could tell his head was already swimming, whatever the Grandmaster kept, it was strong stuff.

You briefly considered that maybe you should have checked the contents before having Loki drink it, given the nature of the Grandmaster's sordid affairs...

Pushing the thought from your head you instructed Loki to take his top off and lie down on the cot. Loki made no complaints this time, grumbling a bit, wincing and keening softly as the fabric ripped at his freshly healing flesh. You helped him peel the leather overguard from his top first, tossing it gently to the floor, and folding it neatly. Before the softer green undershirt. This one proved more difficult as there was burned and cracked bleeding skin clinging to it. Peeling the shirt off, tore the skin from his body and he let out quiet cries with each movement.

When he was finally shirtless, standing there before you in his muscled, bare chest glory, you let out a soft gasp staring at him in awe. You had seen many specimens of all sorts of species of varying ages and genders, but Loki... he really stood out, even despite the infected injury on his shoulder, the burns radiating from where the obedience disk had stayed for far too long. Loki stood for a moment, swaying slightly as he stared down at you, a slight touch of pink on his cheeks as his gaze fell on yours, was it the alcohol or perhaps something else. Your gaze drifted over his chiseled abs, up to the … your gaze halted as your eyes fell on a deep scar on his chest, what appeared to be an impalement straight through his heart. You moved around to his back, under the guise of checking closer on the veins, but saw that you were right, the scar on the front matched directly with a scar on his back. Somehow, Loki appeared to have survived a stab wound straight through his chest. You blinked in confusion. Or perhaps not survived. Either way, he appeared to be alive and mostly well standing before you, needing otherwise medical care in other areas, unrelated to a impalement. That is to say, a patient who had been struck through the heart was being seen not because they had been struck through the heart.

Loki swayed a bit.

You came back to your senses, 'Why don't you lay face down on the cot for me.'

Loki nodded tiredly, 'That is some bloody strong drink.' He muttered, voice slightly slurred.

'Remind me next time to check what's in the alcohol I subject my patient's to.'

Loki chuckled. 'You think?'

You shook your head, 'This is for pain relief, I know what it is, it's an herb. It dissolves on the tongue.'

Loki nodded, accepting the offered herb and resting it on his tongue. He scrunched his nose up at the bitter taste and shook his head before stumbling and all but collapsing onto the small cot. He sighed, resting his face on his arms as the blissful numbness slowly spread through him. Mumbling into his arms, he spoke, 'This is nice.'

'Yes, well the relief isn't forever, it's enough to get you feeling better so I can operate on your veins to get the worst of the infection out and then get you closed back up. I know Asgard has some very high quality medical technology, I always dreamed of using your knowledge.'

Loki chuckled, 'Healing crystals, it was really simple.'

'Still though, soul forges, and to train under Eir. One could dream.' You reached for the table and began smoothing the salve into the burned skin, preparing to cut into it. The salve would numb the area and you would be able to work. As you worked, you talked.

'So Thor did this?'

Loki sighed, wincing and jolting here and there as you found a still sensitive spot. You knew, given the nature of Asgardian metabolism this would be excruciating, but their pain tolerance hopefully balanced it out. 'He had to find a way to detain me somehow.'

'Couldn't sit on you or something? Punch you unconscious?'

'I think the part that hurts most, more than,' Loki hissed as the scalpel dug particularly deep, 'that, is the look he gave me, the fact that he laughed as he talked about it. I writhed in agony for ages, Completely helpless for anyone to find me, it could've been the Grandmaster for all Thor knew, and he would've been fine with that, probably felt I deserved it. He tortured me with nary a thought, and because he thought I might betray him.' Loki sighed, 'Thor spends all this time talking about how he's the hero, do you know the number of Jotuns he slaughtered because they called him a princess? Yet when I... humans...' Loki muttered some unintelligible words into his arms.

For some reason, you found yourself stroking the hairs that had fallen into his eyes away from his face, leaning down towards him, 'Humans aren't all they're made out to be. Everyone gets in such a tizzy when humans are involved.'

'He stayed on Midgard for three days, after a lifetime of me telling him he needed to rethink his ways and suddenly a long weekend he realizes maybe he was a bit thickheaded.'

You watched the needle threading the skin back together, the stitches coming in and out, in and out, making a neat line as the skin was reconnected once more.

'I just didn't think he was ready to be king yet, and now I think he's grown into it. I support him completely, but...' Loki sighed.

'He doesn't realize what you've lost and that you had to accept in order to be back by his side?'

'I'm back to where I was. When I was Odin, for a time before that, I finally broke free, I felt like I was me, I didn't have to be Thor's brother, I could be my own person, I mean I was still not really me, I was living a lie as Odin, but I wasn't just Thor's brother, I was someone else. But now... I have to go back to this...'

'He's put you back in his neat little box, that you have to be there by his side and accepting his rules, following along and accepting that he calls the shots or you get another obedience disk?' You asked.

'Is that really what I'm destined for? If I dare act out he tortures me, I spent so long in my childhood trying to break free of being second rate to golden Thor, or a time it seemed like I might stand a chance, it did come at the cost of many lives, horrific chaotic horrible costs...' Loki slowly sat up as he looked at you, resting his head in his hand.

You sat down next to him.

'I tried to destroy Jotunheim, just to prove I was different from Thor, that I could be as good as him, to maybe be better than him, if not be him. And it wasn't enough, it still wasn't a damn good enough for that wretched bastard. And you know what he has the nerve to say to me before dying, “I love you, my sons”, my sons. He calls me his sons, when he sentences me to life in prison after saying my birthright is to die, he dares to suddenly claim I am his son, a sudden change of heart. A lifetime of never showing it and he suddenly is able to claim the higher ground by dying and acting as though he cared, because he's dead.' Hot tears were falling down Loki's cheeks as he talked, you don't know if it's the alcohol, the medicine, the surgery or the fact that someone was finally listening, but you sit there silently next to him. Carefully, you rested your hand on his knee, and just sat there. You can't tell what emotions he's feeling but you know better than to interrupt him.

'He wasn't ready... That's all I ever wanted to say. He wasn't ready, but no one listened.' The words came tumbling from Loki's mouth. 'I told them over and over. Night after night, I begged and pleaded, desperately, so many times. I screamed with father til I was blue in the face.' Loki laughs mirthlessly. 'That probably scared him more. Little did I know. But he never listened, he never swayed, he always assumed it was jealousy, why he never saw it my way. And then he did. But then father banished him. But of course the guards, always the guards.' Loki groaned tugging on his hair.

You reached up and gripped his hands, pulling them from his face to avoid him hurting himself. Loki allowed you to.

Still he continued on his tirade.

'The commoners liked me well enough, the nobility hated me, and the palace guard didn't take me seriously, they didn't understand witchcraft, my tricks as they called it. Served them right always mocking my magic so I turned it on them, they didn't respect me so I turned my magic on them. And then they didn't follow my orders. I am a prince, they didn't respect me, and it nearly got us killed. So many times, how many times? Countless times! I imagine even the floggings I ordered for the lax behavior went unaccounted for because it was Loki, it's just Loki who cares if it's Loki, the lesser prince? And now Thor is king and he's as arrogant as ever and... and I'm back... back to where I was.' Loki's shoulders slumped. Despite the fresh stitches, and the gristle you had just removed, the pain he had just been through looked nothing to the horror and pain of that dawning realization.

'No.'

Loki glanced up at you.

'You realize it this time. And you are older. You have no reason to stay here. The truth is, a home is not always just a home. Not always just the people in it. Sometimes the people inside a home are lousy and terrible, sometimes the people you've called your family for years are horrible and you have to find new family. Sometimes you have to embark on your own and find a new family and explore a new world and forge a new path for yourself. And it'll be cold and scary at first and you'll be alone for a bit and it hurts, but when you find the right people, that's when it's worth it. Anyone who would hurt you as terribly as you've been hurt, no, you don't deserve that. You need to make something new, something you deserve.'

Loki blinked.

You leaned towards him, cupping his cheeks and wiping away his tears, smoothing them away with your thumbs. Standing up, you walked over and picked up his shirts, moving back over with the fresh bandages to wrap over the stitches and to help him redress. 'A home is what you make of it, not what someone else tells you has to be your home.'

'You really think so?'

'Your mother was always the one who tied you to Asgard, you loved Thor dearly, but when you told him you loved him, how did he respond?'

'Thank you.' Loki whispered.

'He should have responded in kind. Someone who loves you always makes it clear that they love you back, in action and in word, there should never be any doubt. They must make as much an effort to be in your life as you do to be in their life. You have given so much, it is time to take.'

Slowly Loki smiled, allowing you to finish the bandaging, 'Come with me.'

'What?'

'I'll teach you what I know of Asgardian healing magic.'

'I'd like that very much.'

#Loki x reader #oneshot #whumptober

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Power and Magic

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Pairings: Loki x Reader and the lightest Sif X Thor

Chapter: 20/104 Power and Magic pt 2

Warnings: the usual: sex, death, and violence with light smatterings of misogynoir

Summary: The princes come with their exalted Father arriving amidst a hail of pomp and pageantry all parties would rather forgo. This is war, where men die, their blood purchasing land and peace until it's time for more men and more blood. But your mother adheres to the old rules of hearth and hospitality. The Lords of Asgard must be given their due despite the grim business precipitating their arrival. It is too bad they don't deserve it. There is nothing to recommend him, Loki, Prince of Asgard. He is rude and cold and childish. You try to find some merit in him. You find none. Exactly none. But maybe, after trial and tribulation,

You will.

You fold up onto your elbows. A quick glance outside informs you that the snow still falls and Cephalus is turned discreetly away, dozing on forelegs.

Smart horse. You named him well.

You reach for Loki and pull him down with you back onto his cloak.

“More,” you demand as you kiss him, hard, bold tongue pressing against his, imperious.

Your Prince laughs, flattered by your arrogance. No matter. He already has plans to humble you.

“Then undress me Princess. And hurry.”

You have no idea how you’re supposed to do that with his fingers still roaming, distracting you. And when he’s dressed in intricate armor with more straps and ties and belts than actual armor. Lust dulls your dexterity, you fumble with the knots and he makes no attempt to help you, amused by your frustration.

“Where I come from, armor is armor. Two pieces, sewn together. Not all this nonsense.” You grumble fumbling with a knot.

He lifts your head, brings his lips to yours. “Hurry. Up.” He purrs, making sure your frustration with him doubles. Bastard.

But you spy his downfall, attached to his belt..

Your father’s dagger.

You unsheath the blade and slice open one side of strings that hold his leather tunic closed.

“You dare!” He shouts, voice caught between ‘How dare you!’ and ‘How dare you stop!’

Outraged and powerfully aroused, he abandons his pretense of teasing you with the task of undressing him and does it himself.

Every swathe of skin he reveals, you sample. First his chest, and you, quick study as you are, take one of his rosy budded nipples between your teeth. When he hisses you release him, stammering apologies that he dismisses with a shake of his head.

“Do not stop.”

Pride and power mix in your heated blood, a dangerous cocktail that intoxicates. Your head swims in the sighs you make him make with your mouth and teeth on his flesh.

You learn fast the best ways to make him sigh. He favors his earlobes bitten, his neck, his chest. You pepper him with teeth marks until he is well seasoned across his body in round red little welts.

Your hands perform the same work, nails scratching down the length of his back and over his still clothed thighs. You hook your thigh over his hips and squeeze, bringing the two of you nigh flush. Loki’s groan thunders in both your chests, and he pushes his hips forward to match your movements. You clash but you don't meet, unable to fully join for the breeches he's still wearing, but you can feel him, his hard length bumping against your inner thigh as you slowly rock against him.

“I want you.” You tell him, gasping. He's put a thigh between yours, set you grinding against him, reaching for the deeper buried pleasure to bring to the surface of your skin.

He pretends not to hear, pretends to be lost in the crook of your neck, smothered by the sweet softness of your hair and skin. He keeps moving that thigh, one hand ironbound on your hip guiding you slowly back and forth, preparing you for what's to come next.

“Loki! Please!” you shudder, close again to bliss and that's all he wanted, just another strangled cry of his name to satisfy his vanity.

“Well when you ask so sweetly.” He pushes gently on your shoulders.

“Lay.”

From your back you observe his fingers unbutton and untie his breeches. His hands hook into his waistband and pushes down over slim hips and sinewy thighs until they come free.

You stare, your familiarity with male anatomy is mostly confined to biology and horses. You know what to expect and though virginal you were never prudish, you enjoyed hearing the tales of your soldiers’ conquests off the battlefield. But it's hard to reconcile that all of him, all the magic of him, from sharp cut of his cheekbones, to the flat expanse of muscled chest, to the icy smile that feels warm when you kiss it--is for you.

“Impressed?” he croons.

He's seen your eyes rake over him, had they nails he'd be torn to ribbons. And of course he's noticed your eyes linger in his southerly regions and the bob of your throat as you swallow an awed sigh. He preens, if ever his former lovers had a complaint of him, it was never about quantity.

“Am I supposed to be?” Your question was honest having no real basis for comparison but his pride shrivels anyway.

“You will be.” He growls. “That I promise.”

He rests atop you, propped on elbows, the two of you content for the moment just like this. Your arms are strong wrapped around him, that no one’s held you like this before. You do come from a country of fools.

“Princess.”

But this cold and filthy cave is not where you were meant to be. You should be in his chambers, in his bed, his arms

His.

He lowers himself and you open for him, arms and heart.

“I won't hurt you.”

Its instinctive to reassure. He's never forced a lover and he never will, but rumor and his reputation for broken hearts obscure fact, painting a gruesome picture he'd rather leave ignored. Addressed only when some nervous lover winds up in his bed looking for a taste of the darker prince.

But you say. ‘I know,’ as he descends. ‘I know.’

He never had to disprove to you he wasn't a monster. You knew.

He slides against you, coating himself in your slick. Your nails sink into his shoulders, you tense, ready for this, for him, anticipating the bite of pain that you expect when he fits inside.

“Ready?”

You cant speak, only nod.

You feel him, you feel him push, you feel yourself part and stretch, you wait for the pain as he moves, filling you.

It never comes. You feel an odd stuffed sensation, but no pain. His hips meet yours, seated fully, deeply too you note, but there's no pain or discomfort.

Just magic.

“Good girl. Sweet girl.”

You fit him beautifully. Your face, so wonderfully expressive, tells him everything, conveys every spark of pleasure that shoots through you. He remains still, waiting, it's you who moves. Who lifts her hips and pushes him deeper, it's you who gasps and groans.

It's you who goes too fast with the snap and roll of your hips. He grinds a curse between his teeth, centers your hips in his hands to control the pace. If you do that again…

You do, and he can't catch the moan that tears from him.

“Steady Princess.”

But you don't want steady. You feel amazing and you chase that feeling down the length of his cock, slamming into him again.

Loki curses, frissons of lust coursing the length of his body, making him twitch inside of you. He's not cold but you tease gooseflesh out of him with the way you move.

He means to be gentle, gentle is the only way he'll last with you fluttering and squeezing him like you are. But the sound of his name screamed and sighed will likely finish him long before the sharp snap of your hips will.

“Princess.” He chokes on your name. And you answer him with his.

Your eyes are somewhere in the stars, bursts of light blooming across your vision at the end of every thrust. Your heart jumps and stutters, it knocks free of your ribs, flies out and away. Pressure builds and breaks, builds and breaks again, you come for him every time your bodies touch. Little foreshocks that herald a looming earthquake.

Your pleasure wraps tight around him like ropes of silk. He loses his battle with gentleness and rhythm, thrusting hard enough to rattle his teeth and knock loose sense from his brain.

“Yes, Loki yes!”

You are powerful under him. He is magic atop you. You both crest and crash together, mixing to make something new and greater than the sum of its parts.

Binding silk pulls impossibly tight before loosening taking all of him with it, making him gloriously blind and deaf but certainly not dumb. You make him come, your name an unintelligible shout of ecstasy on his lips.

You shudder underneath him, a low wail sounding your shattering. Your entire body curls into a perfect arch wringing the very last drops of pleasure from you. Together you fall back into sense. Your back touches the real world first and it feels like a woolen cloak on rocky ground, in chilly cave, sheltered from the snow outside.

To him, the real world just feels like you.

I am susceptible to sudden fits of sappy romance and for this I MAKE NO APOLOGY WHAT SO EVER

#power and magic #loki fanfiction #loki x reader #loki x black!reader #mcu fanfiction

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