Chapter 1: It's Not Pathetic. It's Just Desperate.
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When the Goddess of Sex died, no one on Asgard wanted to take her place. She was a beautiful woman - seductive, alluring, wise - but her job was impossible. She walked the worlds surrounded by lust and primal needs, a job not fit for the weak of heart. She knew her time was coming to an end and someone, but not just anyone, needed to take her place.
She died with a whisper that she wanted - no, needed - the new God or Goddess of Sex to be someone with great restraint. This person had to be able to withstand sexual requests and prayers and only grant the wishes to a few lucky hearts.
After she passed, there was a lull in the realms when it came to sex. Romance lasted, for the God of Love was still alive and well, but the sex, the passion and the desire had fizzled out. Pleasure was being depleted and that needed to remedied.
But with every single person that Odin requested take up the mantle, they declined. No one could handle the frenzy of sexual prayers without being tempted by them. It was a frustrating endeavor and Odin was beginning to believe sex and lust would fade from existence for good.
That is, until Loki stepped forward.
Loki entered the throne room with a smug grin on his face and Odin immediately knew why his son was there. There was mischief glittering in his eyes and a confident swagger in his step. His body language shouted that the boy would get what he wanted by the end of this, Odin could tell.
In fact, it was likely that Odin wanted Loki to get what he wanted. Because what Loki wanted was exactly what Odin needed - a new God of Sex.
“I take it you know why I’m here,” Loki said, his smirk still evident on his face. Odin simply grunted and leaned on his throne, feeling old as he looked at the prideful youthfulness of the man before him.
“You want to be the God of Sex,” Odin mumbled.
“In addition to the God of Mischief. Let that be known,” Loki stated, a challenge written on his face.
Odin raised a thick eyebrow. “Mischief and sex are not a healthy combination, son.”
“So you think,” Loki drawled. He stepped closer to the throne, waving one large hand around in front of him. “But really, consider it. Being the God of Mischief includes being the God of Lies. What better person would there be to discern truthful passion from violent lust than a god so trained to detect a slight of mouth?”
Odin did not want to admit that his son was right. Instead, he just peered at Loki with one narrowed blue eye.
“You think you have what it takes, then?” Odin asked.
Loki’s smile was one of a viper. “I am the only one who has what it takes.”
“What makes you say so?”
“Look around you. Are the pillars collapsing? The streets in havoc? The unruly roaming the city?” Loki paused and waited for a grunt from Odin. “It could be. I’m a mischief maker. If I wanted to, Asgard would be a land of chaos. I know when to stop. I know when to start. I know when to give. I know when to take.”
“You seem to know a lot of things, Loki,” Odin muttered.
“I also know that no one has wanted to be the God of Sex,” Loki said with a smile. “You have asked 746 people whether they want to be the God of Sex and none have said yes. I, oh great Odin Allfather, am agreeing take the mantle.”
Odin sighed and stood from his throne. He fisted Gungnir and stepped down the dais towards Loki.
“I don’t believe I ever had much of a choice in this matter,” Odin mumbled before lifting Gungnir and his free hand. He waved the staff and his hand over Loki, reciting ancient words in the old tongue. A gold light glittered and shone through the hall. It dusted over Loki, coating him until he, too, glowed gold.
Then, with an explosion of light, Loki, God of Mischief and Sex, was born.
And the previous Goddess of Sex was right, it was not an easy job. Slowly, as Loki grew into his new power, feelings of passion and desire rose again. And much to Odin’s surprise, Loki was genuinely good with his new title, balancing it perfectly with his duties of his original title. He was patient – not a trait one would consider when describing Loki – and he didn’t sprinkle aphrodisiacs across the realms.
As time went on, Loki had become recognized as the new God of Sex. No one of the realms prayed to the old Goddess, meaning Loki was the one hearing the pleas of the sexually frustrated. Loki was used to hearing prayers for successful pranks and childish squabbles as his title of God of Mischief require, but the prayers for sex were overwhelming.
He had entered his temple – the new one deigned in much more black than green – and listened to the sexual prayers raised to him every day. These people were mad, thirsty creatures and they tried to cater to him with sexual favors for him should their own endeavors succeed.
Loki was not easily won over. He let the lovers love and the fools stay celibate. Occasionally, he’d allow some desperate being to fall into bed with their desired, but only if he deemed their intentions true.
It was a lonely evening when Loki had heard the first prayer to immediately catch his interest.
He was sitting in his temple, legs tossed up on the jade altar, as he rested his hands behind his head. His eyes were shut as he listened to the wind howl outside the structure. Between the yapping of the wind and the gentle ticking of the flickering candles, he heard your voice.
“Please…I want…please…help me…”
Loki opened his eyes and looked around him. The whisper of your voice came from Midgard, he could tell. He waved his hand and cut the candles’ noise from existence. He listened closer to the prayer but your voice was so faint, he could hardly make out what you were saying.
“I just…this is so frustrating…can I be…please…?”
You sounded so weak, so desperate. Loki’s heart ached. Waving his hand once more, Loki sealed himself in a ball of seclusion, sound impenetrable to his shield. He shut his eyes again and listened closely, hoping you were still on the other end.
“Please, Loki, God of Sex, I want someone to find me attractive enough to sleep with. It’s so silly but…ugh…everyone I know is having sex or fooling around with someone. No one is interested in me. I can’t stand it anymore. I want to just…I don’t know, lose my virginity. It doesn’t need to be with anyone specific. Just…please, I want to feel good about myself. Why am I not good enough?”
Loki felt his chest pang with sincerity. You…whoever you were…you needed genuine help. You felt lost, as if your sexual appeal had disappeared – or rather, you felt as if it was never there. This prayer, it was not about sleeping with anyone. It wasn’t about sexual gratification. It was about wanting to love who you were. You wanted to feel safe and secure, knowing that someone was interested in you.
And for some reason, this prayer had felt personal to him too. Maybe he had grown lonely in his thousand years without a true lover. Maybe the desire for sex through people’s prayers was getting to him. Maybe the cold of this night maybe him feel tender. Maybe he just wanted to help you. Whatever the reason was, this prayer was different to him. He wouldn’t simply wave his hand and let it happen. No, he wanted to see the change himself.
Standing from the raised dais, Loki exited the temple and made his way to the Bifrost.
*
You knew your prayer had fallen on deaf ears. It always had.
Collapsing back onto your bed, you let out a watery sigh. You scrubbed the dried tears from your face and stared at the blank ceiling, wondering why everyone seemed to be so lovable but you.
It’s not that you wanted romance – not yet, at least. You had a job and a lazy golden retriever named Cooper, and those two things always came first. But that didn’t mean you didn’t want some physical pleasure in your life. You had waited long enough and watched all of your friends lose their virginities and hook up with man after man, woman after woman, year after bloody year.
You were beginning to think there was something wrong with you.
You fluttered your eyes shut and took a deep breath. Your room was quiet as you just existed in your bed. Your arms were spread out beside you, baring your robe-covered body to the white ceiling.
Breathing in and out, you heard a creak in the floorboards. You kept your eyes shut, assuming Cooper was just waddling about. But then, the boards creaked again, only this time, you heard the sound of leather rubbing together.
And you were nearly positive that Cooper was not wearing leather.
You opened your eyes and sat up. At the foot of your bed was a man who was peering down at you. Your eyes widened and you let out a scream, shuffling backwards on your bed until your back hit the headboard. The man sighed and waved his hand. After his hand waved through the air, there was a distinct lack of sound coming from your mouth. You pushed your vocal chords to work harder, but nothing came out.
“Are you done, pet?”
Oh, he had a smooth voice. You shut your lips, though they quivered still, and finally looked at the intruder in your room. He was tall – massively tall – and he stood with his legs spread apart and hands folded behind his back. His shoulders were broad and his lengthy body was covered in intricate details of leather and metal. Your eyes traveled up to examine his face – pale and sharp and…beautiful. Very, very beautiful. His eyes, a vivid mixture of blue and green, stared at you from under dark eyebrows. His black hair swept down to his shoulders in neat curls.
You tried to speak but your voice was still gone. The man raised an eyebrow and quirked his thin, pink lips. You shuffled nervously and wondered what this mysterious person would do to you. He sighed and cocked his head.
“If you promise not to scream, I’ll give your voice back to you,” he said smoothly. You sat there quietly, keeping your eyes low and your body curled up tightly, defensively. The man watched you for a moment before moving his hand around his body and waving it again. You felt a tingle in your throat, and when you opened your mouth to speak, you heard your voice again. You looked back at the man who just smirked at you. “I believe a thank you would be in order.”
“Thank you,” you whimpered meekly.
“You’re quite welcome, pet. Tell me your name,” the man said, chuckling lightly. You squeaked out your name and the man repeated it back carefully, as if he was testing it on his tongue. You couldn’t deny the shivers that hearing your name in his voice sent down your spine.
He began looking around your room as you remained frozen on your bed. As he perused your surroundings, a million thoughts ran through your head – violence, murder, robbery. What did he want with you? Why was he here? How did he even get into your room? Clearly, the man could sense the nervous vibrations radiating from you.
He sighed once more and turned his head to look at you. “No, I’m not going to hurt you.”
You stayed silent. The man ran a large hand down his face and raised an eyebrow.
“First you scream and now you do not speak at all. You’re a peculiar woman. I thought you’d be honored to see me,” he huffed. You bit your lip and shrunk into yourself.
“I don’t even know who you are,” you whispered. You sighed and shut your eyes, pointing to the drawer next to you. “Take what you want. My wallet is in there. Jewelry is in the purple box over there. I don’t really have much else.”
“I have no interest in your – wait. You don’t know me?” he asked, curved jaw dropping ever so slightly.
“No,” you squeaked.
He groaned. “I knew Midgard received word late but I did not realize how shielded this realm was,” he grumbled. The man stood taller, his back completely erect and a confident look on his face. “I am Loki, Prince of Asgard, Son of Odin, God of Mischief, God of Sex.”
“Wait what?” you gasped. “You’re…you’re Loki? The Loki?”
“In the flesh,” he said with a glimmering grin. “I heard your prayers, pet. Your cries for affection, I heard it all.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat as Loki came closer. You flinched when he came around the side of your bed and stood beside you.
“How do I know it’s really you?” you asked. Loki sighed and waved his hand. A green ball of light appeared in his hand and from it, you heard your prayer being whispered back to you. Blushing, you looked away.
“If you do not believe me, take a breath. Relax your body. Feel me,” he purred. You shut your eyes and let out a long sigh. You felt your body sink into the bed and suddenly, a warmth flooded over you. It was like a wave of seduction melted over your skin and seeped into your pores. You held back a moan that threatened to escape your body as pleasure tickled your veins. Blinking rapidly, you sat up and stared at Loki.
“Okay, I believe you,” you mumbled. You looked up at Loki from under your lashes as you tucked your knees below your body. “So…you heard my prayers, huh? Guess you’ve figured out I’m pretty pathetic.”
“Pathetic? No, that’s not the word I would use,” Loki said. He placed two fingers below your chin and tilted your head up so you looked at him. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked into the ocean within his eyes.
“I’m praying to the God of Sex about wanting to lose my virginity. Sounds pretty pathetic to me,” you snorted out a laugh. Loki chuckled and brushed his thumb along your chin, his eyes lingering on your lips.
“It is not pathetic. It is desperation.”
“That’s not much better.”
“Allow me to finish,” Loki scolded gently. “You are desperate to love yourself. You feel so low because no one has shown you the affection and physical pleasure that you deserve. You crave to know that you are wanted.”
Your eyes widened and you shivered under Loki’s touch. “That sounds about right.”
“I have heard your wishes, my dear, and I am here to help.” Loki smiled, his perfectly white teeth shining.
“What? Are you going to find a man for me to have sex with?” you asked, eyes wide and unbelieving. Loki rolled his eyes and shook his head, his thumb now pressing into your chin.
“No, not a man. A god,” he whispered, his smile growing. “Me, to be more exact.”
“Y-You?” you gasped. “You want to take my virginity?”
“Only if you want me to,” Loki purred. He crept forward and knelt on the bed in front of you. He stared at your lips, his tongue swiping over his own. “The moment I saw you, pet, I could feel the power of your beauty. I knew you were special. It is a shame that no other man has seen it as well.”
“Loki…” you whispered.
“Hush, pet. Listen to me speak,” he murmured. “I wish to show you a night full of divine pleasure. Allow me to guide you through discovering physical love as well as the beauty that you hold. I, Loki, God of Sex, will bestow upon you a ravishing so delightful, so mind-numbing, so breathtaking, that you will radiate brighter than your very sun. Permit me this, pet, and you will not regret it. Darling, I am so close to begging you to say yes.”
You tilted your head back as Loki leaned forward and ghosted his lips over your neck. You whimpered as his lips brushed so delicately over your skin that you hardly even felt it. Your pulse was racing as Loki breathed over it, your blood warming at his affections. He had given you a way out – a way to save yourself and your sanity, perhaps – but did you want that? Here in your bed was the famous God of Mischief and Sex, nearly begging you to sleep with him.
You could be hallucinating, and maybe this was all just a dream, but you didn’t care. You wanted to finally feel pleasure. You wanted to feel lusted over.
You wanted Loki.
“Yes,” you whispered. Your arms immediately wrapped around Loki’s neck as you pulled him on top of you. You fell backwards onto the bed, moaning as his lips pressed themselves fully to your neck. Your fingers found Loki’s hair and you tugged on it sharply, earning a groan from the man above you. He lifted his head and smirked.
“So my pet likes it rough,” he mumbled.
“I don’t know how I like it,” you admitted. Loki tilted his head and grinned, a wicked look on his face.
“Then we have much to explore, don’t we?” he asked, a chuckle rumbling in his sternum. As he leaned down to kiss you, you pressed your hand to his chest and stopped him.
“Wait,” you said. Loki lifted himself up and eyed you. “Do you do this with every lonely virgin who prays to you? Because if that’s the case, I don’t want this.”
“Pet –“
“I get it, you’re the God of Sex. You’re good at what you do, I’m sure of it. But I don’t want to be just a desperate chick that you throw away when you’re done playing with her,” you said, casting your eyes away from Loki’s intense gaze.
“Darling,” Loki sighed. He ran his hand down your waist and admired the soft curve of your body. “Do you desire to know the truth?”
“Yes,” you said quickly.
“I have never personally answered anyone’s prayers. You, my dear, were special. I knew what you needed. I wanted to help. And I am so thankful I came to see you,” Loki whispered as he leaned over you again. He cupped your jaw and met your eyes. “From the moment I entered this room, I knew I wanted you. I wanted you unlike I have ever wanted a lover before. You, my pet, have amazed me. I want to taste every inch of your body, explore everything you have to offer. I want to sink my cock so deeply inside your little cunt that you never forget the feeling of me. I want you, darling. In fact, it is safe to say that I need you.”
“Oh wow,” you breathed out. Nodding, you fisted your hand in his hair again. “Kiss me, Loki. Please kiss me.”
So he did. Loki’s lips connected with yours and you both let out an airy moan. His hands latched themselves onto your body, wandering over your robe. The sensation was making you dizzy. Loki was everywhere at once and yet you wanted more of him. His lips tasted like winter – if winter had a taste, that is. As if he read your mind, his lips parted and his tongue dipped itself into your mouth, giving you a deeper taste of him.
Loki’s hands fiddled with the strap of your robe. He opened the garment and his hands immediately pressed to your naked skin. You stretched your body up to meet his touch and you gasped into his mouth. Loki pulled his lips from yours in favor of staring down at your body.
“Oh, pet. This will be such fun,” he chuckled. Loki waved his hand and your robe disappeared from underneath you, leaving you completely bare before the God of Sex. Loki licked his lips and glanced back up at you. “If at any point this becomes too much, you will tell me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Loki,” you whispered.
“How I love the sound of my name upon your lips, sweetest,” Loki said with a smile, softer than his grins from before.
He leaned in again to kiss you briefly before trailing his lips down your neck. His mouth explored every inch on the way down to your breasts. When he finally reached them, his hands smoothed up your body to cup them. You arched into his touch and let out a yelp as his lips suctioned onto your nipple. The feeling was strange, and though it was uncomfortable at first, you quickly melted into the pleasure. Streaks of warmth ran down your spine and pooled between your thighs. You rubbed your legs together, hoping to relieve some of the pressure building in your core.
Loki’s lips detached from your nipple as he swept his thumb over your bud. It was red and swollen, peaking prettily after he lavished it with his tongue. He immediately decided he wanted the other side to match, so Loki latched onto your other nipple. This time, he nibbled at it, causing you to shout his name to the ceiling.
“My dear, you are so sensitive,” Loki whispered after licking your nipple in circles. He looked at you through his lashes and grinned. “Let us see if that sensitivity is likewise elsewhere.”
Loki’s hands then gripped your hips as he pulled himself down your body. He covered your stomach with little kisses, dotting your skin with his affection. As he made his way downwards, a green glow washed over him, leaving Loki completely bare besides for a pair of tight leather trousers.
You pressed your hand to your mouth and tried to stop yourself from moaning but it was no use. The man – no, the god, you could see that now – was beautiful. His body was covered in long expanses of pale, smooth skin. His muscles flexed with every movement and you had an immense desire to run your hands along every inch of him.
When it was clear where Loki was heading, you immediately stiffened. You bit your lip and propped yourself up onto your elbows as Loki nibbled your waistline.
“Loki, are you really going to do that?” you asked. He looked up at you with a raised brow.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” he asked, his voice rough and husky.
“Not a lot of men like going down on a woman. I’m a virgin and even I know that,” you laughed, trying to conceal your nervousness. Loki rolled his eyes and proceeded to toss your legs over his shoulders.
“The men of this planet bore me. Allow me to show you what it is like to lay with a god, my sweet.” Loki leaned in and caught sight of your cunt. His eyes widened and his mouth watered. “The God of Sex, mind you.”
And with that, Loki licked a stripe up your cunt. Your arms quivered and as Loki lavished you with more attention, you collapsed backwards. Your hands found his hair – that was becoming a habit – and you let out a moan of his name as his tongue circled your clit.
“Loki! Oh fuck!” His tongue was tracing patterns and shapes over your clit now. His eyes opened and you saw the ring of color was practically completely concealed by his dilated pupils. Loki was aroused just from eating you out and the thought of that alone caused new wetness to gather between your thighs.
Loki didn’t take his eyes off of you as his tongue assaulted you. He licked up and down your folds with a flat tongue before tickling your clit with just the tip. His mouth was heavenly and you immediately knew he was right – this was what happened when you slept with a god, not just a man. It couldn’t always be like this. You had heard too many disappointing stories from your friends. Loki was the God of Sex and he fit his title perfectly.
“You taste divine, my dear,” Loki purred as he stroked two fingers through your folds. “Like the sweetest nectar I have ever tasted. I could die happily with my tongue pressed to your sweet pussy.”
“Stop saying things like that.” A blush covered your cheeks and you whimpered. Loki just chuckled as he let his middle finger slide into your tight hole. You clenched around him and Loki hissed.
“By the stars, woman, how am I going to fit my cock into you? You’re so tight,” Loki groaned. “Tell me, pet, have you ever touched yourself like this?”
You nodded. “Yes, I have but your finger is reaching much more than I ever could.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Loki said as he curled his finger within you. Jolts of electricity shot through your veins as your thighs quivered around Loki’s head. He grinned, incredibly cocky and proud, before diving back down and licking at your clit.
He pumped his finger within you slowly, curling it occasionally. He nibbled your clit until you were bucking down against him, riding his face and his hand. Loki peered up at you and admired the gentle flush covering your cheeks and your neck. He wanted you so badly. He needed to sink his cock into you but you weren’t ready for him yet. He needed to prepare you just a bit more.
With that thought, he stuck a second finger into your body. You yelped as he spread his fingers, scissoring your hole and stretching you wider. The pads of his fingers were touching your most sensitive area and you could feel an orgasm building in your belly. You grabbed his hair and held his mouth against you. He moaned as his fingers picked up their pace, pumping into you almost ruthlessly. Loki’s own pleasure was clouding his mind and he needed to have you soon or he might lose his control.
“I want you to cum for me, pet. Cum all over my mouth. Let me taste you, sweet girl,” Loki purred before suctioning his lips around your clit. He sucked hard as he curled his two fingers up.
“Oh, Loki! Fuck, Loki, yes!” you shouted as you let your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. Never had you had an orgasm so strong and overwhelming. You had brought yourself to the edge several times, and the end result was relaxing, but this was pure power. Your body felt like it was flying as Loki tasted you through your orgasm, his moans vibrating across your skin.
You melted back into the bed as Loki pulled his fingers from you. He climbed over your body and you watched as he slipped them between his lips. His eyes fluttered shut as he tasted you one more time, drunk on your flavor. Your chest warmed and your belly curled – Loki wanted you. He wanted you and he made that known. For the first time in a long time, you felt desirable. The thought made your head swim with emotion. When Loki finally popped his fingers from his mouth, you could see his chest heaving.
“I do not believe I will ever get enough of that,” he admitted.
“Me either,” you said breathlessly. You pressed a hand to Loki’s chest and pushed him back slightly. You adjusted yourself so you both were kneeling in front of each other. Carefully, you ran your hands down his torso and gasped.
“Pet me. Show your god how thankful you are,” Loki purred, rolling his head back. Your hands traveled the expanse of his skin, dipping between the curves of his muscles. You licked your lip and decided you needed to taste him. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his neck, drinking the light layer of sweat that pooled on him. He groaned and his hands gripped your waist, bruising you with how tight he was holding you.
You moved your lips down to the dip of his collarbones as your hands explored his abdomen. Loki was all hard lines and cold skin. You kissed him, lavishing him in the same way his lips lavished you. As you began pressing kisses to his jugular, your hands unfastened the buttons of his leather trousers. You tugged them down enough to free his cock, and when your hand met his length, you pulled back and moaned.
Loki was, by definition, perfect. He was tall, elegant, charming. He was attractive, sexy, alluring. His cock was large, thick, and flushed perfectly. As your hand worked over him, you couldn’t help but stare down at his cock. Your mouth parted in awe as you glanced back up at Loki. His lips were parted and his jaw was clenched. His brows were furrowed and knitted together so tightly he almost looked angry. But through that expression, you could see the pure pleasure you were delivering to him.
He moaned your name. The God of Mischief, the God of Sex, moaned your name.
You couldn’t stop yourself after that. You released his cock from your grip and threw your arms around his neck.
“Fuck me, Loki. Please, my god. Please fuck me,” you begged. Lust flooded from Loki’s expression as his trousers disappeared in a green glimmer. He pushed you back onto the bed and adjusted your body so your head was resting on your pillows. He took hold of his length, fisting it a few times, as he lined up with your hole. You spread your legs and beckoned him to you with glazed eyes.
Loki paused as the tip of his cock brushed your hole. “This will hurt, darling. I will not lie to you.”
“I don’t care. I want you,” you whispered. Loki let out a curse and took one of your hands in his. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles before pushing the head of his cock inside of you. You gasped, squirming at the foreign feeling. Loki cursed again, this time his voice rougher, as he pushed himself inside.
You whimpered, pain flooding your body. Loki paused and leaned down to kiss you, sensing the discomfort you held. His lips were smooth against yours, reassuring you that he was there and he would take care of you. He kissed you slowly as he felt your body relaxing. Loki continued pushing into you, pausing when you needed to breathe. When Loki – at last – buried himself to the hilt, he pulled his lips from yours and stared down at your face. There were tears in your eyes as you looked up at him.
“Wow,” you choked out. “No one ever said it hurt this much.”
“Well no one has ever been with a god before,” Loki said with a wink. You laughed and Loki groaned, your pussy fluttering around him. He reached his free hand down and circled your clit, letting small bits of pleasure seep through you. Loki kissed your neck, his tongue licking out over your pulse. “Relax, darling. Let me make you feel good.”
You let your body get heavier as you released your stress out. You took deeper breaths and blinked the tears from your eyes. Loki’s fingers worked wonders over your clit, and as he throbbed within you, you began feeling pleasure. You whimpered and wiggled your hips, trying to adjust to the heavy thickness inside of you.
And to be fair, Loki was patient. He kissed you and murmured adoring words to you, helping your body relax. When finally the initial pain had dissipated, you nodded at Loki. “I’m ready.”
“We’ll take it slow,” Loki whispered. He pulled out, leaving only the tip in, before pushing his cock back inside you. Your eyes widened and your breath vanished.
It hurt and yet it felt great.
Loki continued thrusting into you slowly, one thumb still dangling over your clit, as he eyed you. He carefully gauged your reaction, measuring each sigh and whimper from your lips. He could see the pleasure trickling into your eyes as he rocked his cock into you. Admittedly, Loki was doing everything in his power not to thrust into your tight cunt. You were squeezing the life out of him and he just wanted to ravish you. But this night, he reminded himself, was not about his pleasure. This was a god giving their loyal follower what they had prayed for. This was him making sure you knew how desirable you truly were. And Loki would be sure you knew your worth by the end of the night.
“Loki!” you moaned, your head falling back onto the pillow. Your cunt tightened and wetness flooded around Loki’s cock. You moaned again, and Loki knew you were ready. He grinned and pushed inside of you a bit harder, a bit deeper, and you loved it. You squirmed around on him, thrusting your hand from his in exchange for scratching his back.
“My kitten has claws,” Loki grunted as you sliced down his back. “Yes, darling. Take it out on me. Give me your pleasure.”
“Loki, oh, right there,” you moaned as he fucked into you a bit faster. You knew he was holding himself back and you were thankful for that. His thrusts were rough and hard, but he cradled you carefully. His nails bit into your thighs gently as he grabbed your legs, spreading you wider so he could get deeper. Your own nails scratched down his back, his arms, his chest – really, anything you could reach.
If there were any lingering doubts about Loki being the God of Sex in your mind, they were quickly gotten rid of. Loki was bringing you so much pleasure that you couldn’t think of any words other than his name. You babbled it, along with a few expletives, about how much you wanted his cock, how you needed him, and eventually, how badly you needed to cum.
Loki wasn’t far behind you. Your tight, wet pussy was Valhalla to him. You were a gift that no others could compare to. He wanted to sink himself so deeply into your body that he could never find the way out. Loki decided it then – he could not let you go. Not after he showed you what he could do to you. Not after you proved what you could do to him.
Loki released one of your thighs and pinched your clit. He rubbed it furiously, daring you to cum. His eyes were wild as he stared down at you, beautiful, throaty groans escaping his body.
“Cum for me, pet. Show your god how good you feel. Cum all over my cock, darling,” Loki grunted. He tapped your clit quickly, and with a shout of his name, you came all over him. Your body writhed with pleasure as whiteness blinded you. His name fell from your lips like a seductive mantra, and as he heard you cry out for him, Loki came inside of you. He filled you with his cum, pumping himself slowly inside of you.
You weren’t sure what came over you in that moment. You pushed Loki off of you, and in his own post-orgasmic haze, he fell over onto his back. You climbed over him and gripped his still-hard cock in your hand. You leaned down and took him into your mouth. You sucked at him – and although you had never done this before, Loki moaned. He grabbed your hair with both of his hands and forced you down onto him. He groaned and gasped, and it wasn’t long until he pulled you off of him and came on your chest.
“Fuck! Oh, yes,” Loki moaned. Loki’s orgasm face was something that would be branded into your mind forever. You watched him reel through pleasure as his head fell back onto the bed. “I couldn’t cum in your mouth, darling. You aren’t ready for that yet.”
“Tease,” you mumbled with a hint of laughter. You ran your fingers through the mess on your chest before lifting them to your lips. You licked his essence from you, and when you opened your eyes, you noticed Loki staring at you.
You, this beautiful creature, had given yourself up completely to him. You let him devour you and take your sacred virginity. And then, by surprise, you had pushed him – actually pushed him! You mounted him, took him into your mouth, and sucked him until he came again. Loki was astounded by you.
“You’re mine,” he said suddenly.
You tilted your head, fingers slipping from your mouth. “Loki, what –“
“You’re mine,” he growled. He pulled himself up and took you into his arms. “I have had my fill of you. I’m not letting you go.”
“It’s amazing you said that,” you whispered. “Because I was just sending up a prayer that this would happen.”
“The gods favor you, pet,” Loki said with a smirk. He waved his hand and you felt a weight around your neck. You lifted your hand to your chest and felt a gold necklace on your skin. The chain was an intricate braid of solid gold threads and at the end was an emerald pendant. Loki lifted your chin, tearing your gaze from the necklace and putting your eyes on him. “You belong to me now.”
“Yes, Loki,” you whispered. Loki leaned in and kissed you intimately, a hunger lingering in his touch.
“Good. I will be back for you,” Loki said as he pulled away. He looked at you once more and smiled softly. “My beautiful pet. Know your worth. You are now protected by Loki, God of Mischief, God of Sex. I will return soon.”
And as Loki disappeared before your very eyes, you knew that it wouldn’t be long before you saw him again.
Chapter 2: I'm Here...Now Touch Yourself
Summary:
Loki returns to Asgard after thoroughly ravishing you. You, on the other hand, are stuck on Earth and cannot stop thinking about the god who you gave your virginity to. You're frustrated and decide to take matters into your own hands.
Notes:
AND IT BEGINS!! Welcome back!! I never really intended to expand this fic but after reading over it again and getting some requests to continue working on it, I decided to continue it. What does that mean for you? A shit ton of smut, so buckle up!
Thank you for reading and as always, enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
When Loki returned to Asgard, there was a distinct swagger in his step. A smirk was planted on his face - cocky, arrogant, and incredibly pleased with himself - as the Bifrost shut behind him. His plan was to go to his chambers, knock out for a few hours, and perhaps wake up with his cock in his fist.
Really, he was quite satisfied. You had been perfectly delightful. Frankly, it wasn’t what he was expecting. You were beautiful - he had admitted that - but you were an experience in bed. You were so willing to please him, to spread your legs and present to him what he had claimed. Your submission, the lust in your eyes, the gaze of wonder and worship, it hardened his cock and flooded his mind with desire. He could tell there was more to you and if he was able to peel back the layers enough, he could unleash the sexual temptress lurking within you. The thought excited him to no end.
For a brief moment as he fingered you, Loki had a passing thought in his head. If all humans were like this, perhaps he’d be answering personal prayers more often. But then, you surprised him. As he fucked you, he knew he wanted to keep you. He called you pet, after all. That was a term of endearment and he meant it. But goodness when you had pushed him over - you really pushed him onto his ass! He could not get over that! You had staked your claim over him as well. The glitter of your eyes, the air of your moans, the teasing aura you held, it drew him in. You hooked your claws into him and he did not want to forfeit you just yet. There was so much you could learn, so much he could teach you.
Naturally, Loki couldn’t devote himself to you in the way most humans wanted to be locked down in. He was a god after all. You would make a nice pet, however, and he looked forward to the next time he could sink his cock into you. You seemed completely willing to accept him again. So, he had gifted you his pendant. It was a token of gratitude and a symbol to show any prying mortal that you were off limits - or at least, protected.
And it was these thoughts of you that had Loki so utterly satisfied. As he walked past Heimdall - ignoring the voyeurist guardian, of course - Loki decided he would forgo the nap and go straight to thinking about your sweet pussy.
That was the plan until Odin showed up.
“Allfather,” Loki grumbled, staring at his father. Odin stood on the Bifrost, perfectly centered in front of the palace. If Loki was in a more thoughtful mood, he would think the image was poetic. But now, he was just annoyed. He wanted to go back to his room and relax.
“You are back from Midgard,” Odin noted. Loki sneered and looked over his shoulder, regarding Heimdall with a pointed look, knowing perfectly well that the golden-eyed guardian informed Odin of his whereabouts. He sighed and turned back towards Odin, plastering on a sarcastic grin.
“Did you enjoy the show at least?” Loki snickered. He walked towards Odin but kept his eyes focused on the space behind him. “Your watchful eye certainly must have been amused.”
“Amusement is not the word I would choose,” Odin said as Loki brushed past him. He turned, faced his wayward son, and grimaced. Loki’s shoulders broadened as his hands crossed over each other neatly behind his back. “Concerned, rather. Yes, concerned is the word I would use.”
Loki paused but did not turn around. He simply stayed still and faced the palace.
“Are you now?” Loki asked.
Odin made a noncommittal noise. “I am, Loki. Why would you go to Midgard and answer a mortal’s prayer so...personally?”
“She needed my help,” Loki grumbled, bristling. He turned to the side and gazed into the water that splashed and bubbled beneath the rainbow bridge. “Being the magnanimous god I am, I chose to indulge her.”
“You must be cautious, my son. Putting your focus in one place does not bear well for a god of such widespread concern,” Odin warned. Loki chuckled and faced his father. He continued to chuckle as Odin scanned him, and once the smile left his face, Loki nearly growled.
“You should know better than to tell me what to do, father,” Loki purred. He strutted towards Odin, a complex and calculating look on his smooth, pale face. “You have given me this mantle. I will use it how I see fit.”
“I am not telling you that you cannot interact with your worshippers,” Odin said, which gave Loki a bit of an ego-boost. Worshippers. Yes, that was what you were. You worshipped him with your words, your hands, your fluttering cunt. Loki bit his lip trying to repress a pleased smile. Odin watched his son’s attempt to hide a grin and sighed. “I am just telling you not to get too attached. It can lead to conflict. You must keep your attention divided evenly. This is your first time ever engaging so...intimately with any of your followers. I fear what may come of that.”
“She is just a pet of mine. That is all,” Loki said. “I appeased her wishes. Now if you’ll excuse me, Odin Allfather, I have to go divide my attention evenly amongst my followers.”
Loki spun around and stormed down the Bifrost before Odin could lecture him any further. He would not mention how he had claimed you as his. He would not mention that he gave you his pendant. He certainly would not mention he had already planned on visiting you again.
*
You had a restless night, to say the least.
Every time you closed your eyes, visions of Loki and his alluring, lustful words filled your mind. You tossed and turned, the ache between your thighs growing increasingly noticeable. You figured that would happen given the sheer size of Loki’s...endowment. But it just served as a throbbing reminder of the man - the god - who was no longer between your sheets.
Your solace came from the necklace that hung around your neck. It was perhaps around 4 a.m. when you took the emerald pendant between your fingers, swiping your thumb over the gem, and wondering what this meant.
“You’re mine,” Loki had said. You shivered at the memory, lip tucked between your teeth, as you stared into the glowing eye of the green stone. You felt a comfort inside of your chest knowing that Loki didn’t fuck you and then leave. Well, technically he did. But he promised to come back.
Right?
You chose to ignore the little voice in your head that plagued you with self-doubt. That irritating nagging was the reason you called for Loki in the first place, after all. Loki had quashed that voice, boot stomping on it and squishing it into oblivion as he ravished your body. For the first time in years, you felt good - so good. He gave you the attention and adoration you always craved. But now that Loki had come, cum, and then gone, the voice was slowly returning, taunting you with what-if’s and but-how-about’s.
He’s a god, he said so himself. Why would he come back for you?
Well, you tried to reason, you had some pretty expensive jewelry on, for starters. If Loki ever wanted to see that again, even if meant to snatch it back, he’d have to find his way to you again. He also mentioned that you essentially rocked his world. Did he want to give up the sex that quickly? You knew that you didn’t.
So, you decided he would come back. He had to. And when he did come back, you wanted to do everything with him, to him, for him. You would listen to his every command. He would snap his fingers and you would follow. You felt yourself getting wetter at the thought. Just the thought of Loki’s long fingers dipping inside of you again and his lips pressed to your neck had your thighs clenching together.
And that was how the rest of your night went. Desperation laced with curiosity and the slightest pinch of insecurity melded together to keep you awake until it was impossible for you to sleep any longer, for the sun was slanting through the curtains and Cooper was barking up a hearty storm in the next room.
You rolled out from your fortress of blankets and sat on the edge of the bed. Staring at the ground, you let out a deep sigh. Your apartment felt lonely, the lack of the mischievous god leaving a hole in the flat. Running your hand down your face, you grumbled out a chastising comment towards yourself for being so hung up on Loki. You couldn’t do this to yourself for the rest of the day. You wouldn’t let him plague your thoughts and make you feel like a foolish, desperate girl. At some point in the night, you had decided you would pray to him again and hope that he made his way back to you. Now, you figured out that you couldn’t do this to yourself. He was a god, one that surely had a lot of sex, and you wouldn’t let yourself get heartbroken when he didn’t show up for you with roses and more pretty jewelry.
Instead, you decided to distract yourself. You nodded, hyping yourself up on being independent and perfectly capable. You pushed yourself off the bed and got up slowly.
And then proceeded to fall.
You yelped as your knees hit the ground. There was an ache so sore between your thighs that it literally threw you off balance. Your core was throbbing, both with need from your overnight thoughts and the use that Loki had put it through. You hauled yourself upwards and stormed into the bathroom, adamant on having a cold shower.
You stripped down bare as the water heated up. You turned and looked at yourself in the mirror, gasping quietly at what you saw. Your body was covered in bite marks and fingernail marks in the shape of little crescent moons. You knew it was real - the pendant was enough of a reminder - but seeing the actual marks on your body only solidified what happened. Loki had been here, he buried himself inside of you, and swore he would be back. You were thoroughly debauched and that only sent another wave of warmth to your eagerly fluttering cunt.
Then, you trailed your fingers over the mysterious necklace. The pendant hung snugly on your neck, the gem dangling in the valley of your breasts. You went to grip the chain to take it off but for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to part with Loki’s gift. Leaving it on, you went into the shower, careful not to scrub away the remnants of Loki’s hand marks no matter how much the logical side of your brain told you that you should.
After your shower, you tossed on some clothes and fed Cooper who seemed to glare at you for making him wait so long to eat. You scratched his shaggy head as you stared at your messy apartment. Your mind kept wandering back to Loki and how good he could probably - no, definitely - make you feel against every piece of furniture you owned. You gripped the pendant before quickly reminding yourself that you couldn’t just sit here all day and think of the dark-haired god. No, you would be productive.
You spent your day listening to music and cleaning your flat, trying to shove away the interruptive thoughts of Loki. Yet, every time you moved, you felt that dearly delicious ache between your thighs. There was only so much distraction that cleaning and organizing could do for you but you managed to get through most of the day doing so.
When Cooper got anxious after dinner, you hooked him up to his leash and went to take him for a walk. However, the trek down the six flights of stairs from your apartment had you nearly doubling over from the throbbing between your legs. You managed to take deep breaths and waved off the mildly concerned looks from Mr. and Mrs. Johnson from floor two before getting outside with your lazy dog.
You walked for a few minutes but even the stretching didn’t soothe your ache. Grumbling in frustration as Cooper pissed on a fire hydrant, you decided you needed to take matters into your own hands, literally. You walked home and elected to take the shaky elevator up to your apartment instead of dealing with the far-too-many steps and your current walking problem. When you got up to your apartment, you unhooked Cooper and watched him curl up on the ground and proceed to pass out.
Lucky bastard.
Knowing Cooper would be asleep for the next twelve hours or so because really, the fat oaf was always that tired after a ten minute walk, you walked into your room, stripped your clothes off so you were only in your bra, underwear and glittering pendant, and rested yourself in the center of your bed.
Finally, for the first time that day, you truly let yourself indulge in the memory of Loki. You embraced the feeling of him, what he was, and how he had opened the door to unbeatable pleasure. You didn’t push the thoughts away this time. Instead, you sucked them in, dwelled on them, and imagined every single thing the God of Sex could do to your body and soul.
You were aching. You needed that sweet weight of Loki’s cock between your legs. You wanted to feel his lips on yours, his hands on your waist, and his breath on your skin. You wanted his tongue, his teeth, his nails - really, anything he would give you. You stared at the ceiling as your clit throbbed just as annoyingly as it had been the entire day, desperate for pressure and attention after thinking such heady thoughts of Loki ever since he left. Sighing, you ran your hand down your body, feeling too warm to be comfortable. Your fingers dipped below the waistband of your panties. You could feel how wet you were and you released a content little moan when the pads of your fingers brushed along your folds.
And you performed like this for at least ten minutes. You dipped, you swiped, you circled, and yet nothing felt as good as Loki’s dexterous hands. You groaned and sat up, running your hand through your hair and nearly glaring down at the sheets as if they offended you.
Would it be too soon to call for him? Would Loki even be listening? You pursed your lips and looked back up at the ceiling.
Well, it was now or never. Might as well accept the inevitable loss sooner than later.
“Loki?” you called up to the ceiling softly. “Are you up there? Is Asgard even ‘up’? Sorry, just...are you listening?”
There was no response, no indication that anyone was listening. You hugged your knees and waited for something, anything - a breeze, a chuckle, a set of arms around you. When there was no answer, you cleared your throat.
“Loki, God of Mischief, God of Sex, if you hear me, please come to me. I need you,” you whispered, shutting your eyes. Your hand clasped the emerald resting on your chest, wrapping it in the warmth of your palm. You took a deep breath and focused, sending every one of your thoughts floating to Asgard or to wherever Loki had decided to reside. You let your emotions of want and desire leak into your prayers, tempting Loki to come to you, begging him to see your need.
There was the gentlest shuffle of leather and your eyes flew open.
“In need of my attention so soon, pet?” Loki asked, arms folded behind his back and a smirk cocked onto his face.
“Loki…” Your eyes widened and you let out a relieved breath. He was here. He was real. He actually came back to you. You let your hand fall to the bed, exposing the way the pendant sat against your breasts. “You’re here. I didn’t think you would come.”
“Did I not tell you I would be back?” Loki asked, tilting his head and offering you a quizzical grin.
“Yeah but I didn’t think it would happen,” you said meekly with a gentle shrug.
“Is that ghastly voice in your head making you doubt yourself again, sweet?” Loki asked. You blanched at how he had hit the nail right on the head... again. You cleared your throat and shook your head, lip sucked into your mouth.
“It’s just a little hard to believe all of this, I guess,” you admitted. Loki hummed and stepped forward, his eyes scanning you hungrily.
“You make such an enticing sacrifice. It is far too difficult to leave such a sweet offering behind,” Loki commented, his hands falling to his sides as he stepped closer to the bed. “Practically nude, dripping wet - ah, don’t give me that look, you know I could smell it. Wearing my gift. I am in awe of you, little one.”
“I thought about you today. I...I wanted to call for you earlier,” you whispered. The cunning look on Loki’s face softened as he sat down on the edge of the bed, just far enough away from you to stop himself from pouncing on you. You blushed and turned away slightly. “I’m sorry if I interrupted something important.”
“Interrupted something important,” Loki scoffed. He wasn’t doing anything important, really. He was sitting in his temple, sifting through whiny prayers when he heard your voice louder and clearer than anyone else’s. He tried to resist at first but he couldn’t hold himself back. You plagued his mind all day and he had cum over his fist twice already. He could not deny his longing for you and he brought himself to Midgard immediately. “I was simply relaxing in my temple.”
“A temple. You have a temple. Of course you do,” you murmured, shaking your head and chuckling. “This is so unreal.”
“Why did you call for me, little one?” Loki asked. He looked you up and down before smirking. “As if your current attire doesn’t give any sort of indication.”
“I just...I was thinking about you...and I wanted to...like…”
“Say it, pet.”
“Well...I tried to...you know...um…”
“Fuck your tender pussy?”
“Loki!” you gasped, covering your flushed chest with your palm. Loki laughed and leaned back on the bed, resting his weight on his elbow as he observed your scrunched up pose. You huffed and ignored the blush on your cheeks.
“There is no need to be shy around me. You can tell me exactly what you want,” Loki purred, reaching out and resting his hand on your calf. You shuddered and swallowed the nervous lump in your throat.
“That’s the problem. I don’t know what it is that I want,” you explained. Loki furrowed his brow as his fingers trailed down to your feet to rest carefully over your toes. You sighed and rested your chin on your knees and kept your gaze away from Loki’s. “You showed me so much...passion yesterday. I’ve never felt anything like that before. When I tried to make myself feel good before, nothing happened.”
“Have I tainted you so early?” Loki asked, smug but also mildly concerned.
“Honestly, I think so,” you admitted. “I was a virgin only 24 hours ago. A lot has changed. I want...I don’t know what I like or what I need or anything.”
“I thrusted you into the world of sex and lust so quickly,” Loki murmured. “I’ve ruined any other man for you, I fear.”
“Well, yes, but I love it. That sex...I don’t think it ever gets as good as that,” you laughed a bit breathlessly. “I don’t really know why I called you. I guess I wanted to feel good again. I just don’t know how to go about doing that. I don’t know how to make myself feel the way you made me feel.”
Loki stayed quiet, his eyes looking down at the bed with a look of contemplation on his face. You stared at his hand on your foot, careful not to breathe too loudly lest you rouse him from his thoughts. His finger began tapping on the smooth arch of your foot as a wicked grin covered his face. His eyes dragged back up to you and he chuckled.
“Look at me,” Loki commanded. You sat up straighter and stared into Loki’s eyes - green, flowing with emotion and thought. “I have an offer to make you, pet.”
“I’m listening,” you squeaked. Loki ran his hand up your leg as his body crawled slowly over yours. You lay backwards, hands coming up to rest against the leather on his chest as he held himself above you.
“You have captured my attention like no other. You amaze me. Allow me to indulge you and introduce you to the wonders of intimacy beyond where we have gone,” Loki purred, his nose now stroking up the length of your neck. “I wish to show you the different kinds of pleasure. Slow, fast, gentle, rough - I want to give it all to you. Let me help you flourish and explore who you truly are. I have discarded all other men for you and now, I would like to make amends for that. Instead of you living your life wallowing in displeasure and frustration, let me take control of your body and sate your needs repeatedly.”
You gasped as Loki’s lips attached to the skin above your pulse, sucking over a bruise he had already left last night. Your head was swimming with his confession. He wanted to toss you head first into lusting and intimacy with him. He ached to guide you through learning about yourself. Your legs locked around his waist, anchoring his body to yours. You wanted him, and you wanted to say yes, but your muddled mind was hesitant.
“W-Why?” you asked. Your hands gripped Loki’s shoulders as he pulled his face up to hover above yours.
“For the same reason I aided you last night. You need it,” Loki murmured. His hand cupped your face and you subconsciously pressed your cheek into his palm. “Plus, I would not turn down the chance to have some fun.”
Loki leaned down to kiss you but you pressed your hands to his chest and pushed him back a bit. “You could have anyone. You could fuck any person you wanted. Why are you choosing me?”
Loki sighed and sat up on his knees. His hands coasted up and down your thighs and he tried not to let himself get distracted by his necklace glittering between your breasts.
“I am choosing you because you are exactly what I need,” Loki admitted. “I am trading pleasure for pleasure. I have called you pet because you are mine. In this offer, I will give you all of the pleasure in the Nine Realms.” A sultry, seductive grin smoothed itself onto his face. His eyes glittered as he spoke. “And in return, you will give to me your obedience, your submission.”
“My obedience?” you squeaked as Loki’s fingers danced over the inside of your thighs. He hummed with a slight nod.
“Yes, little one, your obedience,” Loki purred, his eyelids drooping seductively. “I could see it in your eyes yesterday. You were so willing to submit to me. Why not make it a permanent arrangement? I could teach you so much. You will give yourself to me, offer me your body, and listen to my command. You enticed me so wonderfully last night and I am ashamed to say I am a greedy god and I want you for myself. You will be my pet and I will be your master. Give yourself to me in this way and you will know nothing but pleasure. I gain your submission, your devotion and worship for this. You gain constant pleasure and adoration from a god, along with protection and a watchful eye. There is no better deal I could offer.”
“My master,” you whispered, testing the word on the tip of your tongue. You shivered and in your sexual innocence, you fluttered at the thought of living to please Loki. This wasn’t just a way for you to get some sex, it was a way to keep Loki coming back to you. After your suffering loneliness today, you knew that no other man could satisfy the need that Loki planted within you - even he made you well aware of that just now. He was giving you a way for him to keep coming back. And then, he offered you his protection. He mentioned it last night when he gifted you his necklace but he reinforced it. What better life could you live than one full of pleasure and protection by the god who practically stood for those pillars himself? Well, there was no love involved but you knew you weren’t ready for that - damn your job and damn Cooper slightly less. Your priorities resided elsewhere and that elsewhere did not involve romance. But sex, on the other hand, that was always on the table. You nodded slowly and bit your lip. “Okay, I agree.”
“Good girl.” Loki grinned. His large hands wrapped around your knees and tugged you against him. You yelped as your hips collided with his, his cock hard beneath his leather. “We are going to have such fun together. Oh, sweet, there are so many things I wish to show you. I wonder where we should start.”
“Wherever you’d like, Master.”
Loki’s eyes shot up to lock with yours. There was a hard press to his lips as his nostrils flared. The grip of his hands on your legs tightened, dull nails biting into your skin. Slowly, almost glacially, one of Loki’s hands dragged itself up to your neck. You stared at him as his hand cupped your throat, thumb brushing over your pulse before Loki bent himself over you in a flash.
“Yes, pet. I am your Master. You will continue to address me as such. Good little girl,” Loki growled in your ear before sealing his lips to yours. You whimpered into his mouth, legs spreading to take him further against your body. His clothed clock grinded against your cunt, the leather of his crotch catching on the gentle fabric of your underwear.
You shivered as his tongue danced with yours, tasting every inch of your mouth. Loki had quite literally just introduced you to sex and he already had you shaking like a leaf. There were things this man knew - things this man would teach to you - and you wanted to learn everything he had in his mind. You didn’t care how he learned them, how many people he executed them on in the past, you just wanted him. You needed him. There wasn’t a single part of your body that didn’t crave him.
You didn’t know much about sex. You watched porn, you touched yourself, you listened to your friend’s stories but none of that could compare to what Loki would give to you. He was a separate entity, a king of intimacy and lust. You wanted to bow before him and offer yourself to him. In reality, that was exactly what you were doing.
With a surge of confidence, you bit down on Loki’s lower lip. You pulled his lip towards you with your teeth before letting go of it and peeling your eyes open. Loki was staring down at you with a look of such wonder that you genuinely quivered.
“I want to submit to you, Loki. Teach me. Show me everything, Master,” you whispered. A smirk dawned on Loki’s face as he hoisted you up. He sat on the bed and pulled you into his lap, pressing your back to his chest. His hands sculpted up your body and cupped your breasts. Loki licked at your neck, deep groans vibrating from his chest and running through your body. You felt him chuckle against you and with a shimmer of green light, your bra was removed from your body. You gasped and turned your head back to look into Loki’s glittering eyes. “That’s neat.”
“I took your voice away, littered you with magical lust for a moment, and gave you a necklace materialized from nothing last night and that was neat?” Loki asked, one eyebrow lifted towards his hairline. You shrugged and parted your lips to ask him about that whole necklace bit - you still wanted answers on it - but Loki took that as the perfect opportunity to sink his tongue into your mouth as two long fingers stroked up your covered pussy.
You moaned into his mouth, a hungry sound you would regret later, as the pads of his fingers tapped against your clothed clit. One of his hands was still gripping your breasts, fingers tweaking your nipple, as his tongue devoured you. You could feel your pendant catching on his hand as he moved across your breasts. When he finally pulled back, the only thought left in your head was how badly you wanted him.
“You told me that you had difficulty finding pleasure, correct?” Loki asked. You nodded but Loki grimaced. He pinched your nipple and you shuddered. “Use your words, darling.”
“Yes, Loki,” you answered hurriedly. Loki hummed and continued stroking you. He could feel your wetness gathering on the cloth of your underwear. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, his lips suckling on your neck and his thumb pressed stubbornly against your clit.
“Let’s amend that, shall we?” Loki bit your ear, nibbling your earlobe with intention. Your legs spread wider as you pressed yourself further into him. As you nodded, Loki bit your ear harder. “Allow me to show you just how to touch this tender little cunt.”
Loki’s fingers dipped beneath the band of your underwear. You moaned out his name as two fingers brushed over your clit and down your folds, capturing your wetness on the pads of his fingers. His thumb teased at your clit, carefully circling it.
“That feels so good,” you whimpered, spreading your legs wider to accommodate for his large hand. Two of his fingers circled your hole, your skin sore from how he had used you last night. Still, you clenched and fluttered, eager to feel his digits sink inside of you.
“You have to touch yourself gently at first. Tease yourself. Give yourself something to beg for.” Loki’s fingers coasted along your seam, only applying pressure occasionally. “Then, when you’re nice and wet, slip your fingers inside of yourself. Your hands are so small, little one. I bet you could fit four of those fingers into this pussy.”
“Oh, please.” You weren’t even thinking about your own fingers. Instead, you envisioned four of Loki’s long, elegant fingers trying to fit inside of your body. You whined unintentionally, the thought flooring you.
“The sounds you make are so pretty, pet. Sing for me again,” Loki whispered as two of his talented fingers entered your body. You froze for a moment, rigid with the shock of his intrusion, before you relaxed and fell back against him. His hand continued to tease your breast as his fingers pumped inside of you. Your head rolled forward as you watched his hand move inside your panties and a wave of arousal flooded through you. You reached back and gripped Loki’s hair as you grinded against his hand.
“Loki,” you moaned, eyes locked on his fingers. He began curling them faster, pumping them at a pace you could never set for yourself. You shivered and gasped as you latched onto Loki harder. He grunted into your ear as his hips rocked upwards against you, cock hard in his trousers.
“Just like that, sweet girl. Grind against me. Show me how much you want me,” Loki growled. He bit your neck again and sucked a small bruise above your collarbone. His fingers curled just right and you squirmed. “Do you feel how I’m touching you? I’m curling my fingers within you, fucking this wet hole nice and smoothly. You have to be a little rougher with yourself now. Make it sting. It’ll feel even better. Just like this.” Loki shoved his fingers inside of you harder, his palm colliding with your wet lips. “Does it feel good, darling?”
“Oh, god, yes,” you gasped.
“Yes, dearest, I am your god. Do you like the way I press on your swollen clit?” Loki accentuated his comment with a hard tap to your clit. “I hope you’re taking notes, sweet. This is a lesson after all.”
“F-Fuck! I’ll never be able to do this like you can,” you whimpered, rocking your hips against his large, rough hand. Loki chuckled, his tongue swiping over your jaw, before he kissed your skin briefly.
“No, you won’t. But I can help you learn how to take the edge off at least,” Loki murmured. “Time to get hands on, darling. Put your hand with mine.”
You watched as your underwear faded from your body in a glow. Loki’s hand was completely bared for you and you had complete sight of how his fingers pumped inside of you. You reached one hand down and covered his. Loki pressed his lips to your jaw before removing one finger.
“Loki…” you whined but Loki bit your jaw in warning.
“Now, now, little one. Put one of your fingers inside your pussy. Fuck your cunt with me,” Loki instructed. You blushed but listened to him - he was your Master now, that was your obligation. The thought alone made you whimper. Your middle finger edged around your hole, already stretched around Loki’s finger, and you slowly slid it inside. You moaned, the feeling of the two of you inside your body sending shock waves of delirious delight running through your veins. Loki watched the vision with parted lips, his cock so hard in his pants he wasn’t sure how much longer he could contain himself. “Pump your finger with mine. Be my good girl. Do it.”
You began moving your finger in time with Loki’s. He grinned against your cheek - you could literally feel his smile - as you brought yourself to the edge. His thumb fell away from your clit and with the hand on your breast, he unlocked your hand from his hair and moved it down to your center.
“Play with your button, darling. Show your Master how to pleasure yourself.” Nodding, you began circling your clit in the way Loki had before. You panted out ragged breaths as his finger and yours curled inside of your body. Loki kept shoving his cock against you. He was so hard he was growing desperate, not a feeling he was accustomed to. This pretty picture of you touching yourself with his help was so attractive, it would fuel his dreams for many, many nights, he was sure.
“I...I need to…” you trailed off, not able to finish the sentence through your bated breath.
“Cum, sweet. Do it now,” Loki growled as you both pumped your fingers in time. His thumb pressed over your finger, pushing your clit even harder, and with a shaky shout of his name, you came. Your body trembled with delight as your orgasm crashed over you. Your head fell back onto Loki’s shoulder again as you caught your breath. He kissed your collarbone and cooed, “good girl. Such a good, obedient girl.”
There was a shift behind you and you noticed you were no longer resting against the leather of Loki’s clothing. His cock sprang up against your backside and you immediately pressed yourself back against him. Loki groaned and adjusted your body so his cock rubbed against your folds.
“Do you want my cock, pet?” Loki asked as he rubbed himself against you. Even though you were recovering from your first orgasm, you nodded eagerly.
“Yes, Master,” you answered, hips rolling against him.
“Put my cock inside you. Guide me in,” Loki whispered. You took his cock in one hand and slowly inserted him inside of your body. You moaned as he entered you, a much more filling sensation than being fingered, and you bit back a curse. His cock was just as perfect as you remembered. You sank down on him slowly as his nails bit into your flesh. “Mmm, this tight little pussy is stretched so nicely around my cock. What a sweet pet you are, taking your Master’s cock so well. My good girl. I can’t wait to fuck you every day.”
Every day? You genuinely moaned at that, though you were sure Loki thought it was from his cock. You bottomed out but your arousal from his admitted statement had you already moving up and down against him. Loki grabbed you harder and helped you move over him, his hot breath reflecting off of the back of your neck.
“Oh! Oh, that’s - wow,” you babbled as his cock prodded against the sensitive ridges inside of your body. Loki bucked his hips up, jabbing his cock harder inside of you, as his hands smoothed over your waist.
“Ride me, little one. You feel so good wrapped around me.” Your legs were shaking as Loki took control and moved you over him faster. He moved one hand up and grabbed your face almost harshly as he turned you towards him. He kissed you sloppily, tongue dancing along your lips and teeth as he fucked you. This wasn’t the introductory love-making of last night. Loki was ravishing you, sinking into your body with pure lust and desire. This was the side he neglected to show you and you knew that there was only more to uncover.
You shivered at the thought of doing this with anyone else after this. No, you wouldn’t be able to manage that. You cheered internally knowing that you successfully sealed this deal with Loki and now he would be coming back to pleasure you regularly - irregularly? Daily? Whenever he came, however he came, he would come. He made that clear.
His hand dropped from your jaw and fell to your pussy. Two deft fingers swiveled around your clit almost brutally as his cock fucked into you. You stared into his eyes. They were wild, blown with lust, as he bounced you on top of him. He was so beautiful that it took your breath away. This gorgeous, alluring god was fucking you again. Your cunt clenched around Loki’s cock dramatically, squeezing him like a warm vise.
“Does my little pet need to cum?” he asked in a nearly gentle, cooing voice.
“Yes, Master,” you said with a mewling tone.
“Tell me exactly what you want,” Loki demanded.
“I...I...Master...Loki...I…”
“No, darling. You will tell me exactly what you want or you won’t get to cum at all,” Loki growled. He narrowed his eyes as he thrusted into you. “It seems this is a lesson we must go over as well. Now, try again. Tell me what you want.”
“I...I want to...cum?” It sounded like a question as you blushed with embarrassment. You were amazed at yourself for switching from confident seductress to bumbling maiden in just a few short minutes. Loki chuckled and smirked, an amusement glittering in his eyes.
“Well, it’s good for a beginner,” Loki said with a wink. His fingers circled furiously over your clit as he shoved his cock deeper inside of you. He leaned in and nipped your lips. “Cum, little girl.”
“Loki! Oh, fuck,” you gasped as you came, squeezing around his cock violently. You continued to grind against him, trying to milk your orgasm as much as you could. Loki groaned and cursed your name as he came inside of you, his cock pressed as far into you as he could manage. You felt warm spurts of his cum leak out of your hole and you whined. Loki raised a brow as he slid his cock out of you.
“Oh? What is that? Does my little girl miss my cum inside of her?” Loki asked. You weren’t sure how to answer. Did you? Is that what you were whining about? You opened your mouth to answer but nothing came out. Loki shrugged and collected some of his cum on his fingers and pushed it back inside of you. You trembled and blushed even further. Loki chuckled as your weight fell heavier on top of him from exhaustion. “That, too, is something we will explore.”
“W-When?” you asked shyly.
“Not now, pet. You’re exhausted. It seems I’ve worn you out,” Loki whispered as he pressed a kiss to your temple. The moment he pointed out your exhaustion, you felt it - truly felt it. Your lack of sleep from the night prior, your wandering mind during the day, the ache between your legs, Loki’s arrival, his wonderful fucking - it hit you like a freight train and you were just so tired. He picked you up and deposited you onto the bed. He rolled the sheets over you and when you opened your eyes, you saw Loki had magicked his clothes back onto himself. “Sleep, little one. You’ve been such a good girl for your Master.”
“Thank you, Loki,” you said as you stifled a yawn. Loki chuckled and kissed your forehead once more, making sure you were warm under the sheets and still branded with his cum.
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Chapter 3: Such A Pretty Mouth. Let's Put It To Use
Summary:
Loki takes a tour around your apartment and finds various things of interest. The most interesting, of course, being you on your knees for him, begging to learn more from him. And Loki, ever the generous god, is more than happy to teach you a thing or two.
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When your eyes fluttered shut and didn’t reopen, Loki took a deep breath. He brushed some of your hair away from your face as he straightened his back. Little snores escaped your lips, a sound that Loki would normally find irritating but from you, they were endearing.
Sort of.
You garbled out a snore and Loki grunted - never mind, not endearing. He rolled his eyes and pulled the sheets further up your body. The smell of sex still filled the room as Loki took a few steps away from the bed. As he stepped, the clink and clatter of the metal clasps and buckles of his leather armor rattled, stirring you. Loki could see the exhaustion on your face as you shuffled around in bed and he paused, not wanting to wake you. You sighed and settled further into the pillow, snores puffing from your lips again.
Loki waved his hand and his outfit changed. Instead of his armor, Loki was now dressed in a black turtleneck sweater and gray trousers. He kept the boots on - black Gucci with no laces or clasps - as he pattered around the room with his hands reaching into his pockets. He grimaced. These pockets are way too small, he thought. Magicking some larger pockets, Loki managed to stuff the totality of his hands into his pants.
Your room was small and incredibly cluttered. Loki stepped over piles of clothing, books, and records. Records? Loki knew it was a while since he visited Midgard but shit, people still listened to these things? He crouched down and picked one up. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, 1973, Elton John.
Loki lifted a brow. He remembered this bloke from when he visited Midgard in the early 70’s. Elton was young, vibrant, and just a bit depressed. The singer had been drinking at the back of a bar, accent heavy as he slurred some incoherent noises. Loki had approached him, his confident swagger elevating him above the rest of the crowd. Elton locked eyes with him and the drunk smile left his face. Perhaps if he had been sober, Elton would have recognized him as the God of Mischief. But he didn’t, for he was drunk off some cheap beer and too busy staring at Loki’s ass. Loki could see in the young man’s eyes that he wanted him and Loki was not one to turn down a good time. So, Loki had saddled up to him, hand resting on Elton’s waist. He offered him a drink then ended up shagging him in the bathroom.
Loki was positive Elton had written at least two songs about him after that night.
He stared at the record with a grin. You snored like a beast but at least you had taste.
He placed the record down and stood back up, wiping his hands down the front of his charcoal pants. He went over to your dresser, drawers pushed out a bit from overflowing clothes. For a moment that lasted longer than Loki would like to admit, he wondered what kind of clothes you wore. The only clothing he had seen you in were your bathrobe and some delicious under garments. Did you prefer skirts or pants? Did you wear sweaters often because of the cold? Were you a sun-creature who dabbled in more revealing clothes but not for temptation, rather solely to keep your skin breathing? What colors did you wear? Surely, he would implement some green in there. It would look lovely with your eyes. Based on the fabric popping out from the sloppy drawers, you preferred browns, maroons, and navy as your typical color palette.
Loki had the urge to pull the drawers out, examine your clothing, and then promptly organize it all. The way the fabrics were poking out of the drawers made him shudder. Despite the disastrous state your dresser was in, Loki elected to ignore it.
He wandered over to your...bookshelf? Is that what he should call it? Really it was just a wooden structure with a few platforms wedged inside of it overflowing with novels, papers, and a few things he simply did not recognize. He skimmed his nimble fingers over the worn spines of the books and pulled one out at random. Fifty Shades of Grey, 2011, E. L. James.
Loki may have been living on Asgard but this mother fucking atrocity had not escaped his notice unfortunately. After becoming the God of Sex, Loki could safely say millions of prayers came in about people wanting their lives to be more like the lead characters of this novel. They had begged Loki for his help, promising eternal allegiance to him if they could please just have their sex lives spiced up like Mr. Grey had done for his female partner.
Out of curiosity and for genuine research purposes, Loki had ordered one of his fetchers to bring him a copy of the book from Midgard. The boy had returned sheepish and red-faced as he handed Loki the book. Loki could instantly tell that the youngling had read the book’s contents based on his blushing and the barely noticeable folds in the pages - but of course, Loki had noticed them. He had settled down in the quietest nook of his chambers and read it in less than a day, nearly gagging at its plot along the way. This was not sex, not the good kind at least. It was a cheap remake of some ill-conceived fantasy that had Loki puffing his chest in pride at how he knew he was much better than this fabricated millionaire...billionaire? It didn’t matter. Christian Grey was not Loki no matter how much the fictional character aspired to be.
With this in mind, Loki turned to you, holding the offensive object with a pinch of his thumb and index finger. “I take it back. You are pathetic.”
He watched your body rise and fall evenly in your sleep. You gagged on a snore and Loki rolled his eyes. You were lucky you had him, he would have to remind you of that. You would never have to deal with men who couldn’t find a woman’s clit or failed to make her orgasm, he would make sure of it.
With a huff, Loki destroyed the book. Well, he didn’t really destroy it. That would be far too loud. Instead, he made it disappear. And no, he would not be giving it back. He brushed off his hands on your curtains - he would not subject these pants to the crust of Fifty Shades of Goddamn Grey - and noted that the material was oddly thin. He tilted his head and pushed the fabric of the curtains around his fingers. They were white, nearly sheer, and had at least three holes in them that he could see. He shoved the curtains across the window and sneered. How could you block out the sun with these? With a sense of care for you, Loki ran his hands over the curtains and induced them with magic to make them much more capable of leaving your room dark in the morning. They still looked the same but once you pulled them across your window, it would be nearly impossible for the sun to breach your room.
But he wouldn’t close the curtains tonight. He wanted you to wake up early. He still wasn’t satiated yet.
Loki continued to make a trek around your room, cautiously stepping over your mess and observing every little bit and bob you had placed around your room. It was chaos but it was mildly ordered, at least you probably thought it was. Still, a piece of Loki that was fairly distanced from the organization snob in him appreciated the madness.
He walked over to you and sat on the edge of your bed. You were still snoring - fuck, he could not stand that. He waved his hand and the slurps and gurgles bubbling from your lips were silenced. Ah, bless magic. In the blissful silence, Loki looked at you. He took in the texture of your hair, the coloring in your skin, the curve of your lip. He knew you were beautiful. Your beauty attracted him from the moment he stepped foot in your room for the first time. But as he sat here and looked at you, the chilled part of his heart thawed a bit. You weren’t nervous or trying to please anyone here. You weren’t filled with self-doubt in this moment. You were just you - peaceful, relaxed, and beautiful.
For that, he could forgive the snoring.
It was no wonder Loki wanted to stake his claim over you. You truly enchanted him. He wondered why no other man had ever seen it before. While he was a bit thrilled at the idea because it meant you were his to fuck and ruin, a piece of him boiled and fizzled with anger. There was no reason why you should have felt so down on yourself.
Yes, this pact was meant for sex. Loki wanted to feel good. But through this deal, he would help you discover more of yourself and bring out that confidence he saw when you had pushed him - fucking pushed him! - and grabbed his hair, bit his lip, and rode his hand. Loki leaned over and kissed your cheek, willing dreams of only pure goodness into your mind. He got up slowly, fixed his sweater, and exited the room.
He pushed his hands into his, thankfully, much larger pockets and sauntered around your living space. He bristled at the fact that your entire home was smaller than his own bedroom on Asgard. And, much like your tiny room, the rest of your tiny house was cluttered and full of little knick-knacks. Loki quickly discovered his favorite little treasure of yours was a little silver flag hanging on the wall with the emblem of Asgard on it. Loki smirked and snapped his fingers, changing the silver to a soft emerald. Upon secondary inspection, he snapped away Asgard’s emblem in favor of his own.
He didn’t know why he did it but it felt good to leave something permanent in your unreasonably cluttered home.
Behind him, Loki heard the heavy groaning of snoring again. He furrowed his brows - you should not have broken the silencing spell he placed on you. Whipping around, Loki nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of the large, yellow beast sprawled out on the floor.
“Holy fuck,” Loki gasped as he stared into the open mouth of the snoring animal. Loki took a step closer to it and upon further inspection, he realized it was a dog. A fat, large, fluffy dog, but it was just a dog. A snort escaped the dog’s mouth and its tongue fell over its teeth, slobbering on the carpet. Loki released a deep sigh. Does everyone in this house snore?
Loki walked over the dog, who stayed firmly asleep as he examined it. The animals of Midgard and Asgard were definitely... different, to say the least. But he recognized this animal, the Canis Lupus Familiaris, or more commonly known as the dog, and in this case, the Golden Retriever. The only reason he registered what exactly this beast was had stemmed from when he visited Midgard with his dear brother Thor in the 1800’s. They went to Scotland for no reason in particular other than Thor had heard they had excellent alcohol and after a long, weary week in the middle of fucking Greenland, Loki agreed to make the stop for the drink.
It was there in the pub that Loki and Thor had stumbled upon what they assumed to be a crazy man who dubbed himself Lord Tweedmouth. Loki had raised a brow at the man’s name but was quickly interested in the chaos and wit of the bumbling man. Tweedmouth had bought them both two barrels of ale but apparently he believed that was not enough to satisfy the visiting gods. Lord Tweedmouth had decided then to present Thor and Loki with a gift so unique that he would be the first to ever offer it to them. It was then that the Lord brought Loki and Thor to his home, presenting his pregnant Tweed Water Spaniel, Belle, who was apparently carrying a brand new breed of dog. The Lord massaged the dog’s belly for an hour until she birthed the first ever Golden Retriever - three of them, to be exact. The pups were a decent size and from Loki’s quick examination, he could tell the dogs would grow up to be good hunters and loyal companions.
Then, the pup named Crocus had nuzzled against Thor’s cheek and the God of Thunder was immediately enamored.
As a way of appreciation to Lord Tweedmouth’s insane but clever breeding ideas, Thor took Crocus to Asgard and raised him, caring for him throughout the duration of his life. Thor was inspired by the animal, so fierce yet so fun, and decided he would adopt the presence of the dog in times of need. He transformed himself into the dog whenever he returned to Midgard, his meaty heart still beating for the little golden puppy he held for exactly nine hours straight after birth. He used his transformation as a way to politely spy on shifty humans because really, no one ever was suspicious of a happy yellow dog.
And as Loki stared down at the Golden Retriever laying on your floor, he had a rather chilling thought.
“Thor?” Loki tapped the dog with his boot. “Is that you?”
The dog rolled over and huffed, eyes not even opening.
“Brother, you have really let yourself go,” Loki mumbled, kneeling beside the dog and shaking it. He let the power of the Allspeak brand his tongue as he looked over the dog. “If that is you, Thor, you better reveal yourself. I swear I will castrate you if you have been spying on us.” Loki paused and looked between the dog’s legs. “Actually, it seems someone has gotten to that part of you already.”
Loki’s voice must have woken the dog up because when the animal opened its eyes, it gave Loki the cruelest, coldest look he could imagine. In a rough, old voice the dog spoke in Loki’s mind, “leave me the fuck alone.”
“Not my brother, got it,” Loki snorted. He went to stand but paused, resting a hand on the dog’s warm, plump belly. “Loyal canine, it is your job to protect the woman sleeping in the next room when I am not here. Do you understand?”
“Loud and clear. Now let me sleep.”
Loki rolled his eyes but pat the dog twice on the side before standing back up and making his way into the kitchen - or what could be considered a kitchen. It was cramped, much like the rest of this home. He poked through your cabinets, finding that none of your dishes or cutlery matched or belonged to any sort of collection. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet then sifted through your scarce wine assortment. He settled on a dry white, one that would tingle his tongue that he recognized as a cheap knock-off from a beverage that originated in 1753 from France.
Popping the cracked cork off of the bottle, Loki poured the drink into his glass. He took a sip as he opened your fridge and scowled - whether from the taste of the alcohol or the sparse amount of food in your fridge, Loki was not sure. There were two tasks to be completed: change this fucking drink and fix the emptiness of your fridge. Loki made his drink transform into a sweet rosé from Alfheim. He tested the drink, licked his lips in delight and smiled peacefully. Then, with a slightly more dramatic wave of his hand than intended, Loki magicked your fridge full of food that would not perish. The lush vegetables, shiny fruit, and hearty meat would not spoil. Loki smirked, satisfied and a bit comforted, as he walked back into the living room.
He plopped down onto the couch, crossed one long leg over the other, and sipped his wine. Really, he should be getting back to Asgard. But after spending a night with you, he wasn’t quite ready to leave yet. Plus, he didn’t want to face Odin’s undeniable grumbling and annoyance. Instead, Loki just shut his eyes and made a list in his head of what parts of your body would be best to mark up and claim. With a genuine grin on his face, Loki stared at your dog, mulled over your copy of Fifty Shades of this Ridiculous Bullshit floating in a distant pocket of subspace, and considered all the ways he could fuck you.
*
You woke up sore again. That was becoming a habit. At least this time you actually slept.
Your room was quiet as you debated whether or not to get out of bed but when you checked your phone, you noticed it was nearly noon. Damn, Loki really must have worn you out. You slid out of bed, legs only trembling for a few moments, before heading into the bathroom to take care of your morning duties. You showered - still wearing Loki’s necklace - and thought of how wonderful last night was. There wasn’t any feeling of loneliness inside of your chest today as you remembered Loki’s promise to continue coming back to you. The thought almost had your fingers drifting between your thighs to soothe your growing need. Stopping yourself, you finished cleaning up, hopped out of the shower, and brushed your teeth. As you brushed your toothbrush in slow, dramatic circles, you wondered when you would see Loki again and how fast it would take for him to pounce on you this time.
Apparently, it would not be long.
After drying your hair and getting dressed, you walked out of your room prepared to meet Cooper’s angry glare for keeping him waiting for his breakfast until nearly lunch time. What you were not prepared for was Loki spread out on your couch with Cooper’s head in his lap and his eyes glued to your copy of The Great Gatsby.
“Loki?” you nearly gasped. He looked up and smirked, shutting the book with one swift movement of a singular hand. His other hand fell to Cooper’s head and stroked along his fur.
“Good morning, pet,” Loki said. He glanced at the clock and chuckled. “Or should I say, afternoon? You’re honestly up much later than I expected. Ah, that’s fine. You needed the rest, I’m sure.” His smile was cocky as he uttered the last sentence.
“You’re here,” you murmured.
“You say that a lot,” he snickered. He looked down at Cooper and flipped one floppy ear over with gentle fingers. “She’s quite the broken record, isn’t she?”
Cooper huffed and made a noise that sounded like a whining child before he hopped off the couch and shook out his coat, sending a shower of golden hair raining to the floor. Cooper looked at Loki, who gave the dog a look that held meaning and perhaps a bit of warning. Cooper licked his nose, looked at you, then waddled into the kitchen.
“He’s such a brat,” Loki grumbled, wiping his hands along his fur-covered pants. That was when you realized that Cooper was not begging you for food and Loki was dressed in seemingly designer couture - both complete and utter oddities. You lifted a single finger and pointed it towards Loki, then towards the kitchen, then back to Loki.
“I...huh?”
Loki lifted an eyebrow at your creative and eloquent diction. He settled back against the couch, legs spread wide and arms positioned along the back cushions. He stared at you, his gaze deep and appreciative as he scanned your body.
“What is on your mind, darling?” Loki asked as if he wasn’t a god who was invading your tiny apartment. You pouted and tilted your head, trying to find the right words to say.
“First of all, why are you still here?” you asked, raising one finger up.
Loki pursed his lips but then shrugged. “I felt like staying.”
“Fair enough,” you mumbled. Raising a second finger, you gestured towards the kitchen. “You’re now best friends with my dog?”
“Not best friends. It’s more like reluctant associates,” Loki answered, laughing at his own description. “He’s not a very chatty lad. In fact, he’s quite stubborn and stuck up. Did you know he pretends to sleep whenever you try to take him for morning runs which apparently is not often anymore since you’ve switched jobs.”
“What the...how do you... huh?” You were staring at Loki with wide and deranged eyes, you knew it, but you couldn’t help yourself. Loki lifted a perfectly sculpted brow and chuckled in amusement at your bewildered expression.
“I can speak to him. I did find out his real name is Baxter but he rather loves the name Cooper. Good girl,” Loki whispered the last bit with dark, sultry eyes. You froze, your body shivering from his praise, but you shook your head before you could get distracted.
“You can speak to my dog?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“The Allspeak,” Loki explained, waving one hand around in the air. “It is a magical ability that allows me to speak to and understand the native tongue of all creatures. It is how I knew how to feed the little beast.”
“You fed him?” you asked, face softening from confusion to appreciation. Loki nodded slowly, gauging your reaction with a thoughtful look. Your mouth opened and closed like a struggling fish. Your chest was warm and you smiled softly at the god on your couch. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I was not about to let him starve.” Loki adjusted himself so he slid down a bit further on the couch, his legs spreading out wider. Your eyes were drawn to the apex of his thighs, the bulge of his cock tenting his pants. He smirked as he noticed your stares and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. “You’re staring, pet.”
Your eyes moved back up to his face quickly. You couldn’t help but stare - he was gorgeous. The sweater was hugging his muscles, giving you the chance to fully appreciate his biceps and lean waist. The pants weren’t much better. They were slim fit, a deep charcoal gray, and offered you a generous view of the strong, solid meat of his thighs. A gush of warmth flooded your core and suddenly, you wanted to be stationed upon that leg, grinding your cunt against his thigh as he whispered dirty words in your ear. You whimpered and pressed your thighs together, and the motion did not go unnoticed by Loki.
“What is it, sweetling?” Loki asked, a knowing grin on his handsome face.
“Your clothes...they look really good,” you admitted with a blush on your cheeks. “Where did you get them?”
“Magic, of course.” Loki shrugged as if it was common knowledge. Honestly, it should have been. You could’ve smacked your head with the palm of your hand. But then, Loki tilted his head and flicked his wrist. There was a tingling sensation on your skin that felt oddly similar to cool water running over your pores. You looked down and watched your cream-colored sweater transform into a beautiful forest green, accompanied with a deep v-neck cut into it that wasn’t there before. Loki hummed appreciatively. “Much better. My colors suit you wonderfully.”
The new style of your sweater exposed the pendant resting over your breasts. Gripping the stone between pinched fingers, you looked up at Loki. “Can we talk about this?”
“What is there to talk about?”
“I want to know what it is.”
“It’s a necklace,” Loki said plainly. You rolled your eyes, earning a growl from Loki. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, little one. I don’t like it.”
“I’m sorry,” you said meekly. “I just really want to know what’s going on here.”
Loki could see the frustration in your eyes and he released some of the tension in his shoulders. He shuffled back on the couch and held his long arm out towards you, palm upwards. “Come here.”
You walked over to him, your body moving on its own accord. You took his hand, gulping at how his large hand swallowed up your tiny one, and he tugged you onto his lap. You straddled him and quietly appreciated the feeling of his hard thighs under your ass. Mindlessly, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you against him.
“What do you want to know?” Loki asked. You bit your lip and tried to sort through the millions of questions running through your mind. Loki’s fingers were running along your spine and you blamed him for your brain working so slowly. Finally, you settled on the expensive piece of jewelry dangling from your neck.
“Can you explain this pendant to me?” you asked. “It’s...well, I can tell it’s magic. It’s not that I can’t take it off, I just never want to take it off.”
Loki smirked and licked his lips. “It’s magic, yes. Essentially, this pendant allows me to hear you nice and clearly. A trillion prayers could be sent my way and if you were to call my name, I’d hear it above anyone else. You can take it off but you may not want to because it’s a piece of protection. It’s essentially a shield for you, where if you were in trouble, you would call my name and I’d be there.”
“Wow,” you gasped, tearing your eyes away from Loki’s beautiful face to look down at the pendant. Loki lifted the jewel with two fingers and turned it a bit, allowing the emerald to catch the light of the room. His eyes were incredibly focused on it, as if he was memorizing every cut and curve of the gem, before he looked back at you.
“It is also beneficial for me,” he explained. “Should I want to come to you, I need not use the Bifrost. I can travel short distances with my powers but realm traveling is not in my capabilities. If you call me, the magic within the emerald brings me to you. I must return to Asgard via the Bifrost but if I’m on my way to you, you could be anywhere in the Nine Realms and I would be able to find you.”
“Seems like a pretty special gift to give to someone after sleeping with them once,” you muttered. Loki gripped your chin and forced you to focus on him. His eyes were dark, the deep greens and the gentle blues of his irises blending together to form a painting of mild emotion.
“It is a special gift and that is why I gave it to you,” he said firmly, his grip tightening on you. “I knew you needed me and I knew I wanted to come back to you. I do not spread my gifts carelessly. You are the only woman in the realms to own this.”
“Why am I so special to you?” you whispered, eyes flickering down to his lips with a drastic urge to kiss him. “You don’t even know me.”
“No, I don’t know you. Much. I’m learning.” Loki smiled thoughtfully, thinking back to his night of exploring your home. “Your dog is an excellent storyteller when he wants to be.”
You eyed the kitchen pointedly. “And yet he ignores me whenever I call him.”
“As I said, when he wants to be,” Loki laughed. You blushed and settled into his touch, the sound of his laughter warming you and making you feel genuinely good . You reached forward as he chuckled and ran your fingers along his cheekbones, down his nose, over his lips, simply admiring his features. The laughter faded into the air as he watched you and absorbed the feeling of your fingertips running over his face. He slid his grip from your chin to your jaw, cupping your cheek and rubbing you with his thumb. It was silent, incredibly peaceful, and you wanted to sink into this moment and reside there forever. There was a comfort in Loki’s eyes as he let you explore him without any sort of guard or intimidation up. It was an unusual feeling for him, you were sure of it. Finally, Loki cleared his throat and let his eyes fall to your lips. “You are special. You are special to me and I want to learn more about you.”
“Yeah?” you asked, your hands slowing their exploration of Loki’s face. Your thumb brushed along his upper lip, skimming the little dent under his nostrils. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything.” It was nearly silent but you heard it in an exhaled moan from the man below you. He stiffened a bit and suddenly smiled smugly. “I mean, that is why I wanted to enter this deal with you. I wanted to know more about you and your needs. I wanted to help you. The more I know about you, the better I can pleasure you.”
“Can we talk more about this deal? I sort of got carried away last night before we managed to get into detail.” Loki’s hand slid from your neck back down to your hip. He pushed up your sweater a bit and cupped your warm skin in his hand.
“I want to teach you all about sex. As the God of Sex, I can feel what you need. I felt it the first night we were together. Not only did you have a desire to learn, you had a desire to please, to submit. There’s so much about you that you do not know yet and I want to help you discover it,” Loki explained, his hands never leaving your body. “We will go through a series of different explorations, learning what works for you and what does not. And as you learn more about this part of yourself, you will flourish. I can see it in you. There’s a seductive temptress begging to be let out. I want to set her free.”
“And how do you know this will work?” you asked.
Loki shrugged lazily. “Sex is liberating when done properly. This is your chance to explore. While you may be submitting to me, you ultimately have the last say. If there’s something you want, beg for it. If there’s something you don’t want, I will stop. Sometimes I will push you too far but that is all part of finding out what you want, what you need.”
“You’re going to push me?” you asked nervously. Loki nodded and watched your reaction carefully. You looked away and nibbled on your lower lip. “I’m sorry. This is just so new. I’ve had sex twice. I don’t know where to even start with all of this.”
“That is what I will show you,” Loki said smoothly. “And yes, I will push you. I want to break down your walls. If it becomes too much, you will tell me so with safe words: green for continue, yellow for slow down, red for stop. Very easy to recall.”
“That does sound easy,” you admitted in a grumble. You shook your head and looked back at Loki, gauging the look in his sparkling eyes. “How often will you come here? Like, should I be expecting you to feed my dog regularly? You said yesterday you’d be here everyday so...”
You sincerely hoped that he could not hear the hidden excitement in your voice at the idea of him visiting you so regularly.
Loki chuckled and shook his head regretfully. “I don’t know how often I will be able to see you. Truthfully, this is already more than I expected. I will come to you when I can or if you truly need me. Let us leave it at that.”
You frowned but quickly shed the foul expression from your face with a quick nod and a fast change of subject.
“And just to reiterate, you’re my Master?” Loki nodded, another cocky grin on his face. “What does that mean exactly?”
“While this is an exploration of your pleasure, it is also at my benefit. The greater your submission, the more I will give you. As your Master, I will dominate you, control you, and sometimes I may hurt you.I will also punish you if I see fit. Though, there are times when you will beg to be punished, pet. Everything I do will bring you further into my world but it will all be for your ultimate pleasure,” Loki purred, his large hand splaying over your back and pushing your chest against his. “You will be my good little girl. Submit to me and I will give you everything you need. Your loyalty is mine, your worship is mine, your body is mine.”
“That sounds so hot,” you whimpered. “That wasn’t elegant at all but there’s really no other words for it. Loki, I want you to do this to me. Please, Master.”
“Shall I teach you more about pleasure, darling?” Loki murmured, his lips dragging along your cheek. “Shall I put your body to use and begin testing your limits, begin your exploration?”
“Yes,” you whined. His cock was getting harder beneath you. You could feel his bulge pressing into the swell of your ass. Loki moved one hand up and fisted it in your hair. He tilted your head so you were staring into his eyes.
“Say it, pet,” he whispered in a velvety, husky tone. “Say ‘Please, Master. I want you to use me’.”
“Please, Master. I want you to use me,” you said softly. Your eyelashes lowered a bit and a tiny smirk played at your lips. “I beg you to use me.”
Loki gripped your hair harder and tugged your head backwards. You gasped in pain as you faced the ceiling. Loki chuckled and ran the point of his perfect nose up the column of your neck. He took a deep breath in and sighed happily, his cock only hardening even more beneath you. You squirmed around on him as his lips connected to your neck. He kissed your skin gently, nearly carefully, before sinking his teeth into your throat. You cursed and grabbed his hair, not sure whether you were trying to push him off or keep him on you. Loki laughed again and held you firmer.
“You know, darling, this lovely throat is quickly becoming one of my favorite parts of your body,” Loki murmured, still nibbling at your skin. “It’s so smooth. Perfect to kiss,” he kissed it, “suck,” he suckled at it, “and bite over and over again.” And he did just that. Loki bit you, scraped his teeth along your skin and made you shiver.
“Loki,” you sighed as you began rocking back and forth in his lap. Loki groaned against you, bucking his hips upwards to meet the gyration of your body. “Kiss me.”
Suddenly, Loki’s hand smacked down on your ass. You froze in his arms as he licked along your pulse. The flare in your backside stung but beneath that was a blossom of pleasure. Your eyes widened as a streak of warmth shot down to your throbbing cunt. You weren't sure what that was but you wanted it again. You craved it. You parted your lips to speak but Loki was lifting his head up, fist tightening in your hair.
“Ask nicely, little girl, or else you’ll get nothing,” Loki practically growled, eyes narrowing as he glared at you. You took a sharp breath, half delirious with the thoughts of how simultaneously beautiful and intimidating Loki was.
“Please kiss me, Master,” you whispered. Loki’s scowl smoothed into a look of arrogant satisfaction. He pushed you forward and sealed his lips to yours, drinking in the moans that rolled off your tongue. This was the first time he kissed you today and you were intoxicated by his taste. His tongue dipped into your mouth and tasted you, and you had a moment of relief knowing you took care of your morning routine before coming out and stumbling upon Loki.
His touch was hot and heavy, surrounding you with his scent of leather and pine and sex. And in that exact moment as you inhaled his aroma, you realized that he smelled like sex because of you. It was your arousal that clung to him, staining his skin with your perfumed lust. A wave of unnatural possession rolled over you and you straddled him tighter, grabbed him harder, and kissed him with every bit of energy that vibrated through your body.
Loki’s hand in your hair tightened and he pulled your head back. He kissed you again, pillaging your mouth with his own. His hips were furiously grinding into you and your cunt was fluttering with the need to be touched. You wanted to be filled to the brim with his cock and your jeans were suddenly too tight, too suffocating. You wanted them off so you could feel Loki’s skin on your own.
“M-Master,” you stuttered against Loki’s lips. He paused, his lips still brushing against yours. You took the silence as permission to ask your question. “May I please take my jeans off? I want to feel you.”
Loki smiled against your lips. “No.” He kissed you again briefly, his tongue flicking out to tease your upper lip, before he pulled back. “This mouth, it’s decadent. I love kissing you.”
“You do?” you whimpered.
Loki nodded, eyes still staring at your swollen mouth. “I do, little one. But we could put this mouth to much better use.” His eyes slid down to gaze at your throat and his smile became even more devious. “And this throat as well.”
“What are you thinking of?” Admittedly, you were nervous. You had no idea what Loki had in mind and his smile was sort of scaring you. But despite the hard grip in your hair and the intimidating twinkle in his eyes, you felt safe. He came to Earth to help you, after all. He wanted you and he told you he would protect you and keep you safe. And as that thought ran through your mind, you began to realize that the nerves were tinged and laced with excitement - pure eagerness, giddiness, readiness.
“Sweetling, do you remember our first night together?”
“Of course I do,” you said quickly with red, burning cheeks. “How could I forget?”
“Ah, a valid point,” Loki chuckled. His thumb swiped over your cheek - the one still holding your hair - and you shivered at how big his hands were yet again. “Towards the end of our night, you did something very brash, little one. You pushed me flat onto my ass.”
You weren’t sure if you were right but you were positive you felt Loki’s cock stiffen even more as he rocked against your sore, wet cunt.
“Is that a bad thing?” you asked.
“No, darling. It was highly erotic,” Loki purred, kissing you again as he got taken away in the memory. Snapping himself out of his aroused thoughts, he pulled his lips back and cleared his throat. “After you pushed me, you mounted me, took my cock in your mouth, and sucked me into another glorious orgasm. Tell me, was that the first time you pleasured a man with your mouth?”
“Yeah, it was,” you said with an embarrassed nod. You looked away from Loki with shyness suddenly overcoming you but your dark Master would have none of it. He grabbed your chin with his other hand and directed your attention back to him.
“Do not be ashamed of your newness,” Loki said so softly, so intimately, that you truly felt his words. They sunk into your heart and warmed you. A part of you wondered if he was using his magic on you but frankly, you didn’t care. You blushed and thanked him. Loki pecked your lips but the sweetness faded into that mask of dominance just as quickly as it had left. “Today, I will teach you how to suck my cock. Well, you’re already good at it, but let us see how far you can go.”
You were going to need to change your underwear quite soon. You thought about how badly you wanted to go down on Loki. That quick session you had done on your first night together was a terrible tease and you wanted so much more. Lust clouded your eyes thinking about how Loki would moan and thrash and grab you. Nodding quickly, you held onto Loki tighter.
“Yes, please. I want that so badly,” you said eagerly, pressing your breasts to Loki’s chest.
“Good girl.” Loki smirked. “Now get on your knees.”
He pushed you off of him but you managed to land somewhat gracefully on the floor between his spread thighs. Your mouth watered as you stroked your hands up his legs, feeling the tight muscles beneath his ash-toned pants. Loki watched you, his arms spread over the back of the couch again as he licked his lip slowly. You nestled closer in between his legs and ran your hands over the prominent, hard bulge in his pants.
“May I please take your cock out?” you asked, feigning an innocence that masked your jitters. Loki raised a dark eyebrow upwards and smiled.
“You’re a quick learner, pet. Yes, take your Master’s cock out,” he instructed, lifting his hand up from the couch cushion in a lazy wave. You made quick work of his belt, which you only now noticed had little green stitching woven into the sleek leather. You unbuckled his belt and adjusted his pants just enough to free his cock. It was flushed red, hard and aching with need for you. You stared at his cock and your cunt clenched, desperate to be filled by him. Loki hummed and tilted his head to the side. “Go on, pet. Kiss it.”
You nodded slowly as you leaned forward. You licked your lips and pressed a light kiss to the head of his cock. Loki hissed - a sound so quiet you nearly missed it - as a drop of precum bubbled from the tip. Without even thinking, you licked it up, catching the milky liquid on your tongue and swallowing it down with a content sigh.
“You taste so good,” you murmured. “I’ll admit, I’m a bit upset you didn’t cum in my mouth that night.”
“Oh, really?” Loki asked. “Well, suck my cock like a good girl and we’ll see if you earn it this time.”
“Earn it?”
“Yes, darling. You will earn rewards for being good. That’s another thing we’ll touch on,” Loki said. He grimaced and leaned forward so his face was even with yours. “But really, you’re doing much more talking that I anticipated. Use that mouth for what it’s meant for.”
You gasped as Loki sat back again. You had no idea how he knew what buttons to press to get your riled up. You didn’t even know what buttons to press to rile yourself up. But then there was Loki, the alluring God of Sex, pulling your strings and playing you like an instrument, hitting every note that would make you sing. There was just something about the way he spoke, an elegance and sophistication in his crisp voice that made every dirty thing he said sound even more sinful.
Tentatively, you wrapped a hand around the base of Loki’s cock. Loki placed his hand on yours and shook his head.
“No, no. Mouth only.” You let your hands fall to your sides. Loki could see your clumsy placement and he jutted his chin towards you. “Fold them behind your back. It’ll be easier.”
“Yes, Loki,” you said sweetly as you did just as he said. You shuffled forward a bit more and stared at Loki’s cock. It twitched under your gaze and you nearly moaned. Leaning forward, you pressed another kiss to the tip of Loki’s cock, then another, and another, and before you knew it, you were running your tongue up the underside of it.
“Fuck, oh yes,” Loki hissed with a twitch of his lip. His cock was hot and heavy on your tongue as you traced over him. You followed this pattern for a few moments before pausing at the tip. “Go on, darling. Put me in your mouth.”
You dipped down and took the head of his cock between your lips. Loki’s eyes widened as he entered your hot mouth and he had to restrain himself from shoving his cock down your throat. Loki watched you, a heady gaze trained on your lips as you began bobbing up and down in short, quick moments. He stifled a groan, his cock twitching between your lips as you sucked on him. There was a look of pure bliss on your face at having the heavy weight of his member pressing on your tongue. When your eyes opened slowly to stare up at Loki, he nearly came.
You slipped him from your mouth so you could catch your breath, but you couldn’t resist peppering the flushed head of his cock with little kisses. As you took a long breath, you ran your lips up the sides of his cock and hummed. Loki’s thighs twitched and you smiled.
“How am I doing?” you asked sheepishly.
“Perfect, little one,” he said, running two fingers along your cheek. “Back to it now. Time to go a bit further.”
You licked your lips, savoring the taste of Loki clinging to you. Keeping your eyes locked on your intimidating Master, you dipped back down and wrapped your lips around his cock. Instead of sticking to the first few inches, you began to slide down a bit lower. Loki moaned - a completely unashamed and unrestrained noise that sent a wave of wetness to your cunt - as one of his hands grabbed your head. He pushed you down further, helping you take his length into your throat. Your throat stung but it was worth it to see the look of pure pleasure on Loki’s face.
He pushed you down further, his nostrils flared and his legs spreading. There was a determined look in his eyes and you couldn’t exactly figure out why. You went down further but began sputtering, choking around him. Loki pulled your head back up and watched your wet lips shine as you caught your breath.
“Color?” he asked. You furrowed your brows and tried to figure out what he was saying. Loki grimaced. “I thought you said it would be easy to remember.”
“Oh!” The memory came back to you. You tilted your head up and offered a slick-lipped smile. “Green. Very much green.”
Loki looked at you with a bit of surprise. He shrugged and settled back into the couch. “Good girl.”
“Thank you, Master,” you whispered. Loki guided you back onto his cock and you shut your eyes, sucking on him as if he was the best tasting thing on this planet. Truthfully, he was. There was something hot and rich about him, a dense flavor that rested on your tongue and filled you with need. You moved over him slowly, teasing him in a way you didn’t realize you knew how to do.
Clearly, Loki was not unaffected. His hips were starting to buck upwards and his groans were getting heavier, rougher. It amazed you that you could have this affect over him. Never did you think you would turn a god - the God of Sex nonetheless - into a groaning mess. You fluttered your eyes open and locked your gaze with Loki’s. You could see the lust in his eyes, the dominance that was begging to be let out. He wanted to force you down further onto his cock, you could tell. His hand was tight in your hair and his breathing was ragged. With every dramatic suck from your lips, his hips would fuck upwards to push his cock into the back of your throat. Your cunt was throbbing, clit stiff and desperate to be touched, and all you could think about was how good this cock - the very cock that was in your mouth - would feel nestled between your thighs after all of this.
Loki would be deranged after this if he was already on the cusp of insanity right now. You had never seen him so aroused and tense. He wanted to test you, to push you, and you would let him. You would let him do anything if it meant you could hear his moans more. You stared at him and you couldn’t push the heady, seductive thoughts away.
When you began to moan around him, Loki lost control.
His other hand flew down to your head and held you down. You struggled for breath as Loki guided you down further on his cock.
“Deeper, darling. Show your Master how far you can go,” he murmured. “Breathe through your nose. That’s my girl. Open your throat, relax yourself. I’ve got you.”
And there it was, that tenderness that always leaked through his power. He knew this was all new to you and he honored that. He pushed your limits but he also kept in line with comforting you. With his instruction, you relaxed your throat and took a deep breath through your nose. Your chest felt less tight as your nose approached his waistline.
His cock was so far down your throat, you had no idea how this was working. But when you thought about it too much, you began choking and coughing. Loki pulled you off of him and gave you a once-over with his eyes.
“Keep going. I want more,” you gasped, moving your mouth back onto him. Loki groaned and pushed you downwards. You swallowed him, everything you could manage as he eased you downwards. Your eyes watered and your cheeks grew hot and red. You were a sight of debauchery and Loki panted, cock jumping in your throat.
“You take your Master’s cock so well. Open that throat, little one. Suck my cock like a good girl,” Loki purred. He pushed you a bit further and as your jaw ached and throbbed, you felt your nose touch the skin of Loki’s waist. “Oh, look at you. You’re such a dirty little girl with my cock down your throat. Do you like having my cock in your mouth?”
You nodded as best you could and Loki laughed. He pulled your head back a bit, but didn’t let you come up for air. This time, he began moving you over him with his hands, his hips meeting his movements. He growled as he fucked your face, testing the limits your throat could handle. But you knelt there, mouth open wide and tears streaming down your face, moaning as he ruined you.
You loved it.
You shouldn’t have actually loved it that much. Your throat was sore and you were sure you would be coughing and speaking like a smoking addict for the rest of the day. But this pain and the mesmerizing look on Loki’s face were going to be scorched into your brain for you to remember. And then, you knew he would make you feel so good after this. Perhaps he would even put his talented mouth to use again. You moaned and gagged a bit but stayed still and let Loki use you as he pleased.
“I’m going to cum,” Loki said through gritted teeth. “And you’re going to take it all.”
Yes, yes , that’s exactly what you wanted - what you needed. It was what you wanted the first night you were together. You remembered the addictive taste of his cum when he had released on your breasts and you tasted it from your fingers. You moaned and begged him with your eyes, pleading for his release. Loki gasped and moaned out your name. He tossed his head back as he pushed you all the way down onto him and came.
His cum shot down your throat in thick, white ropes. You sputtered on them but swallowed everything he gave you. You shut your eyes and relished in his taste. Loki continued to groan and hiss until he finished cumming. Slowly, he slid his cock from your throat and watched some of his cum dribble over your lips. He gathered it on his thumb and slipped his digit into your mouth. Despite your sore jaw, you bobbed your head along his thumb, circling your tongue over him and cleaning him off.
“Good girl. I’m so proud of you,” Loki murmured, still breathing a bit unevenly. He pulled his thumb from your mouth and cupped your cheek. “I believe the gods designed your mouth solely to suck my cock.”
“I guess that means I have to do it more often,” you said hoarsely with a watery wink. Loki laughed and leaned over. He kissed you slowly, intimately after that brutal performance. You sighed into his mouth and wrapped your fingers in his hair, keeping his mouth sealed to yours. You went to climb into his lap, your hands pulling at his shirt before Loki grabbed them with his own and stopped you. He pulled back and shook his head.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked with a perked up eyebrow.
“Moving on to part two,” you answered quickly, still trying to hold onto his shirt. Loki lifted your hands to his mouth and kissed over your knuckles, a smirk on his face.
“Not today.”
“What?” you gasped. “But I’m...I’m…”
“So deliciously wet and ready to be fucked, I know,” Loki cooed. “But I must return to Asgard and you, dearest, must learn your next lesson.”
“And what would that be?” you asked.
Loki’s smile was wicked as his eyes glittered.
“Delayed gratification.” He kissed you briefly as he moved you off of his lap. “I’ll be back, sweetling. Until then, don’t you dare even think about touching yourself.”
“Wait, Loki -”
“Goodbye, pet.”
He settled you on the couch and with a wink, he disappeared in a glowing, green light that was both amazing and frustrating.
And that was the precise moment you remembered that Loki, God of Sex, was also Loki, God of Mischief.
Notes:
Fun fact, the story about Lord Tweedmouth's Golden Retrievers is true. He did indeed "create" the first ever good old golden through unique breeding. Thor and Loki weren't there though, I just like to imagine they were.
However, the story about Loki hooking up with Elton John is not true. Unfortunately. Imagine the stories that would come from THAT. But really, it seems like a Loki thing to do so let's just go with it.
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Chapter 4: Honestly, Fuck McDonald's And Fuck Delayed Gratification
Summary:
Loki returns to Asgard, yet again smug and satisfied, but he’s quite caught off guard when an unexpected surprise awaits him. Meanwhile, you’re having The Shittiest of Shitty Days. You just hope this whole “delayed gratification” thing is worth the wait.
Notes:
Happy Friday!! Yup, after a whole week of one shots I'm still here with an update. Quarantine is driving me insane, I had to occupy my time with something. Apparently, that something is smut. Lucky you
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Loki really should not have been as amused as he was. Did he feel a bit guilty leaving you behind wet and wanting after he so blatantly took his pleasure from you? Perhaps. But he knew he wasn’t the only one who enjoyed your exquisite deep-throating. Besides, the end result of pressing pause on your release would be so delicious.
You hadn’t done this before - withholding your pleasure just to enhance your orgasm later on. In fact, Loki was slightly convinced that you never actually had a real orgasm before he showed up. Maybe there had been minor bursts of pleasure and little waves of adrenaline but certainly nothing like the experiences he was able to give you. Loki needed to teach you a lesson, however, that pleasure was not given, it was earned. If you were able to resist temptation and not touch yourself, he would reward you very generously.
Taking the Bifrost was the only way back to Asgard but he elected not to take the main bridge. He didn’t need to deal with the quiet yet annoyingly snarky all-seeing Heimdall. His booming voice would send word to Odin that Loki was back and that was a headache he didn’t need. Instead, Loki took one of the smaller, lesser known Bifrost bridges that led him into the large mouth of the southern mountains.
The trip back to Asgard involved two branches of thinking: what to do to reward you if you obeyed Loki and what to do to punish you should you fail.
Loki could not decide which outcome he preferred.
Punishment, that was something you had yet to discover. Truthfully, he wanted to hold off punishing you for as long as possible. He needed you to trust him completely before he bruised your backside or tied you up and left you clenching on vibrating magic for hours.
Oh. Tying you up. Loki mentally added that to the list.
When he finished his travel through the Bifrost, Loki stared over the horizons of Asgard. The blue, pink, and yellows of the sky were blending together to form a painting a bit less exquisite than the sparkling color of your eyes. Loki loved looking into those eyes. They were so expressive for him. And when you came, your eyes would get wide, your pupils would nearly explode, and tears would well up in the corners of them, threatening to spill over onto your cheeks.
Loki adjusted his pants.
While the style of Midgardian clothing was more comfortable than that of Asgard, it certainly did not do a good job at hiding his erection.
Maybe it’s because the men of Midgard have small dicks, Loki thought to himself with a chuckle. It explains so much.
Loki changed back into a much more suitable attire for Asgard - black leather pants and a black tunic that draped over his torso long enough to cover his insufferable crotch. The detailing on the fabric were deep, emerald green and a regal gold. Loki’s eyes flickered over to the palace and he sighed, he had to go back eventually.
Quickly transporting himself to the front gates, Loki pushed his way into the palace with an aura of excellence and superiority that had everyone looking away from him. He smirked, mildly appreciating the fact that he could at least walk the halls of the palace without being bothered.
“Prince Loki.”
Or so he thought. Bastards.
Loki stiffened his back and turned around, trying to conceal the look of distaste on his face. One of the guards was standing in the center of the hall, his helmet held in the bend of his arm. If his helmet was on, Loki believed he would not recognize the rather plain looking ginger.
“Sir Alder,” Loki said with a curt nod of his head. “Do you have a message for me?”
“I do. Your presence is required in the throne room,” Alder said, bending into a deep bow.
Loki sighed. “Is this quite necessary? I just had a very...intense visit to Midgard and I would ask to be left alone.”
“If I may speak freely, Prince Loki, I believe this is rather important,” Alder said.
Loki cocked his jaw and debated whether or not he should just transport himself back to his chambers. He was really considering it, however if Alder was to return to the throne room without Loki after Odin demanded it, the old man would surely never let Alder hear the end of it. Deciding to extend his benevolence to Alder - which perhaps he would blame you and your soft nature for - Loki extended one arm forward.
“Lead the way.”
Alder bowed again and turned around, escorting Loki towards the throne room. The walk was not unpleasant. Alder was a kind man who understood the boundaries of privacy. Any other guard a bit more smug than Alder would have prodded and poked at Loki until he revealed what he was doing on Asgard. Alder, on the other hand, simply asked if his trip went well. When Loki answered with a smirk, Alder just shrugged and continued his walk.
As they neared the entrance to the throne room, Loki bristled. He prepared himself to hear Odin’s wrath. Visiting a Midgardian mortal not once, not twice, but three times? What has gotten into you, Loki?
Into me? Nothing. Into her? Well…
Loki snickered and Alder pretended he didn’t hear it.
The guards standing before the golden doors stood up straight as Loki and Alder appeared. They bowed nearly silently before pulling the doors open. Alder stepped to the side and gestured for Loki to enter alone. Loki nodded at Alder then erected his back. He folded his arms behind himself, appearing the perfect picture of intimidation and strength for Odin to gawk at.
But when Loki stepped into the throne room, all of that disappeared.
“Brother…” Loki whispered. Thor was sitting on the throne with a large grin on his face. He stood as Loki unfolded his arms from behind him.
“I’m back,” Thor said, stepping down from the throne’s dias. He stepped towards Loki, who stepped towards Thor, and before either brother could say another word, they embraced one another. Loki sighed, his eyes shutting as he held Thor in his arms.
“It has been so long, Thor,” Loki murmured into his brother’s shoulder.
Standing in the quiet throne room as he hugged Thor made him feel like he was a child again. It had been years, perhaps even a decade at this point, without Thor in Loki’s life. Thor had always been a traveler, always craving to see more, do more, experience more. For that reason, he left Asgard to mature himself and learn more of what he needed to learn to become King of Asgard one day. He came back every few years, a bit wiser, a bit calmer, a bit less of a pain in the ass, and his absence actually strengthened the bond between the brothers. This past round of travels had been his longest, and though a decade was a blink of an eye for an Asgardian, it was also a decent amount of time to learn that Loki genuinely missed his brother when he was away.
“I’m here now, Loki,” Thor said, pulling away and patting his brother on the back. “Have you been getting my letters?”
“I have, yes,” Loki said with a nod. They walked towards the throne, Thor’s arm slung around Loki’s shoulders. “Your adventures seemed rather interesting this time around. Xandar sounded nice. Seems like it improved since we last were there.”
“It’s much better now. The Kree pulled out and signed a treaty with them. They’re flourishing, Loki! You should see their Hall of Sciences. It’s brilliant,” Thor laughed, turning fully towards his brother but keeping a hand clamped on his shoulder. “I missed you, little brother.”
“I missed you too, you oaf,” Loki said, punching Thor in the chest. “I actually thought I saw you on Midgard. I ran into a portly Golden Retriever and almost mistook him for you.”
“Oh, a Golden! Isn't that - wait, portly? Why would I be portly?” Thor asked, dropping his hand.
Loki smirked playfully. “Sorry. Is ‘big-boned’ a better expression?”
“Much!” Thor smiled. “Say, why were on you Midgard?”
“Research,” Loki answered quickly. He turned towards the throne and pursed his lips. “Say, why were you on the throne?”
“Ah, that’s actually why I’m here,” Thor said, crossing his arms over his meaty chest. He was wearing much less gold than he used to. Perhaps the travels taught him more humility and put the value of gold into perspective. Loki didn’t really care, he’d keep wearing the gold. “Father and Mother were needed on Vanaheim. Apparently there’s some issues going on there that only they could resolve.”
“Oh, really?” Loki asked, his voice low and smooth. Light bulbs were flashing in Loki’s mind as he stood there, staring at the empty throne. Without Odin on Asgard to lecture Loki about going to Midgard, he had no one to stop him from visiting you. This was the perfect chance for him to continue seeing you without any form of interruption. Heimdall would be too busy guarding the realm while Odin was away and surely Odin would not leave Vanaheim just to stop his son from having sex.
Well, Loki wouldn’t really put it past him.
Thor nodded, cheerful and oblivious to Loki’s racing mind.
“Indeed.” Thor gestured between himself and the throne. “So I am here as sort of a temporary fill-in.”
“Congratulations, brother,” Loki said with a genuine, honest smile. “The throne suits you well.”
“Thank you.” Thor smiled softly. “Will my baby brother be joining me at my side this time as Royal Advisor?”
Loki shook his head in mock regret. “Unfortunately, I cannot. I have been tasked with doing research on Midgard.”
“Oh, right. What type of research?” Thor asked.
“Well, after obtaining my new title -”
“God of Sex,” Thor snickered. “Appropriate.”
Loki waved him off. “It seems that the study of intimacy is much different on Midgard than it is on Asgard and the other realms. It is my responsibility to understand their ways in order to properly accommodate their wants and needs. I’m afraid I’ll be spending a large chunk of time there. I may come back from time to time but really, my focus is needed with the Midgardians.”
“That’s very considerate of you, brother,” Thor said, patting Loki again on the back of his shoulder. He paused for a moment and brought Loki in for another brief, brotherly hug. “You have become a wonderful man, Loki.”
“And so have you, Thor,” Loki said. “Why don’t we celebrate your return with a feast? A small one, though. I truly can’t handle when things get wild.”
Truthfully, Loki could handle it. Loki could handle anything. But the last thing he needed was to get drunk, forget about his whole delayed gratification deal, and return to Midgard with the intention of fucking you into the bed. You just had to wait.
“Aye, Loki, things would no longer get wild under my eye,” Thor said with a laugh. He walked up to the throne and took a seat. He sighed and rested his chin on his hand. “But let’s do it. Just you, I, and some of the warriors. Sounds good?”
“Sounds wonderful.” Loki chuckled and bowed down, his closed fist pressed to his chest. “It’s good to have you back, King Thor.”
Thor snorted. “King Thor? No, not yet and only temporarily. And even when I do become King, it will still only be brother to you.”
Loki raised himself from his bow. “Then it’s good to have you back, brother.”
*
Delayed gratification. Your two new least favorite words in the English language.
You probably spent about ten minutes staring at the spot where Loki was once sitting with that beautiful smile hoping that he was going to pop back in. When the air remained still and it was clear he wasn’t coming back, you huffed and crossed your arms over your chest like an angry child. You would not call out for him this time. If he was making you wait, then fine, you would wait. You would play his game and then you’d make him regret it when he came back to you.
You hopped up from the couch, still fuming and extremely wet, when your stomach growled. Right, you hadn’t eaten yet today. Loki had taken that time up. You walked into the kitchen and almost tripped over Cooper. Your dog gave you a look and you panicked.
If Cooper and Loki could understand each other, did he know what Loki was saying to you?
Blushing, you turned away from your dog and tried not to let that thought bother you too much. Instead of dwelling on it, you opened up your fridge, fully prepared to make yourself scrambled eggs yet again since your options of food were tragically scarce. But when you opened the door, you let out a gasp. Your fridge was full.
Your fridge was never full. With the crazy hours at your job and the expense of rent, Cooper, and bills, you were forced to have a limited menu. As you scanned over the heaping amounts of food in your fridge, you almost felt yourself beginning to cry. You had no idea how this happened but you didn’t want to question it. It felt like a dream seeing the shelves filled.
You poked around through the items and found nearly everything you could imagine - fish, vegetables, meat, fruit, even some things you didn’t recognize. You pulled out a package of wrapped cheese and saw Loki’s insignia plastered onto the plastic wrapping. You looked up at the ceiling and grasped your pendant.
“Thank you,” you whispered. Slowly, you narrowed your eyes. “But I still can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”
The rest of your day was spent enjoying the gift of Loki’s food, cleaning your apartment again, and doing literally anything in your power to ignore the wetness between your legs. Dammit, you wanted to touch yourself. You thought about it several times. Loki taught you how to touch yourself for a reason and yet he was depriving you of that basic chance at pleasure. Even with all of your distractions, you still found yourself rubbing your thighs together desperately.
By the time the sun set and you were getting ready for bed, you were thoroughly frustrated. Surely Loki would be back soon, right? You stared out of your window, looking for any sign of his arrival. Grumbling out a few more curses, you realized you would never be able to fall asleep in this state of arousal.
You turned to your bookshelf and began scanning through the spines. If Loki wouldn’t let you pleasure yourself, then you could at least pretend he was fucking you through some colorful literature. For that reason, you decided that you would slip out your copy of 50 Shades of Grey and replace Mr. Grey with Loki. Your face scrunched up as you reached the bottom of the case and couldn’t find what you were looking for.
Then, you began pulling out each and every book. Your floor was a mess of books and papers and magazines by the time you pulled everything out. The book was nowhere to be found. You couldn’t help it - you let out a frustrated growl before standing, closing your curtains, and crawling into bed.
You tossed and turned for a while, anxious and worked up about where that book was and the dripping situation between your thighs. You flipped onto your back and stared at the ceiling, silently wishing Loki would come to you. This was part of his lessons, his games, and you knew that. You just didn’t want to go to bed so aroused.
You picked the pendant up between your fingers and ran your thumb over the gem. As you scrubbed the emerald with the pad of your finger, you felt a warm sense of calmness fall over you. You held onto it tighter and shut your eyes, petting the necklace softly.
“Loki…” you whispered. Your entire hand wrapped around the pendant and you were falling asleep.
You swore you felt a gentle kiss on your forehead as you dozed off.
*
You woke up the next morning to the sound of your phone ringing loudly. You shot up, your right hand still clenched around the pendant as you grabbed your phone with your left hand.
“Hello?” you asked into the phone.
“Where the fuck are you?” the sound of your boss’ voice came through the phone You could practically feel his hot, angry breath on your neck. “You were supposed to be here two hours ago!”
“What…?” You blinked, the room still pitch dark. You looked at the clock on your nightstand which indicated it was nearly 10 a.m.
“Get your ass here in the next twenty minutes or you’re fired,” he said, hanging up before you could answer. You flung yourself out of bed, forgoing a shower and quickly brushing your teeth. You pulled on a dress - something easy to slip on - as you fed Cooper. Your dog looked at you with an expression that was both curious and a bit annoyed. You ignored his hungry huff as you tossed his food bowl down. You grabbed your bag and a green scarf, covering the pendant and the dotted bruises on your neck, and ran out of your apartment.
You still had 15 minutes to get to work but your job was a 25 minute walk on a good day. You were sprinting down the streets, pissed at yourself for oversleeping.
You had no idea why you slept in for so long or why your room was so dark at 10 a.m. You specifically bought those curtains because they were thin and flimsy, allowing the sun to start streaming into your room bright and early. Somehow, those lame curtains had blocked out the sun and stopped you from waking up on time.
Pushing yourself into your office building, you checked the time and saw you still had two minutes to spare. You practically bent over trying to catch your breath. Your boss, Travis, approached you with a glare.
“Mr. Richards, I am so sorry I -”
“Quiet,” Travis said, straight-faced and annoyed. “You were two hours late so I’m taking away your lunch hour and you have to stay an extra hour later today.”
“But wait, I -”
“Just...just get back to work,” he said, waving you off. You felt tears welling in your eyes at not even having the chance to explain. You shook your head and slowly walked over to your cubicle. You sat down in the spinning, purple chair and held your head in your hands.
“Hey.” You looked up and saw your coworker, Michael, standing over you. It was unusual to see him at your desk. You were friendly associates with one another but that was all you were. Still, you plastered on your best smile and acknowledged him.
“Hi, Michael,” you sighed, sitting up straight and adjusting your dress. Michael frowned, his eyes catching your movement as he leaned on the little wall of your cubicle. You noticed his expression and you chuckled. “Heard all that, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” he murmured. “You’re never late. What happened?”
“I...I just overslept,” you mumbled. “I need to get to work but -”
“Here.” He held out his hand, presenting you with a sandwich stuffed into a plastic bag. “Take it. You can eat while you work. I have cash with me anyway. I’ll just buy something from the deli next door.”
You took the sandwich and sighed in relief, suddenly realizing you never brought any food with you. “Thank you, Michael.”
“No problem. Have a good day,” Michael said with a wink and a smile as he walked away. You looked after him, wondering where that little flirtatious wink at the end came from. Michael never showed you any interest before, nor did he ever really talk to you outside of meetings before. Chalking it up to pity, you pushed yourself closer to your desk and began working.
The day was slow and full of tedious work. The world of editing was never easy and required your complete attention. Unfortunately for you, every time you moved, you felt the weight of the pendant bounce against your skin and rub over your upper breasts. Feeling the gem on your skin only reminded you of what you had done with Loki yesterday and what Loki had not done with you. You tried taking deep breaths to focus on the writing you were looking over but you couldn’t help but imagine the slide of Loki’s cock between your lips.
He had plundered your mouth, taught you and trained you only to fuck your mouth like an animal in the end. You remembered feeling the tip of his cock jabbing the back of your throat and how his thighs trembled with pleasure. And his moans - oh, you wanted to hear them again. The rough, deep sound of his groans as he fucked your mouth, hands in your hair and your name falling from his lips. You were the reason he was so aroused. You were the reason he came so violently down your throat.
You couldn’t wait to get to him again. You wanted to strip him bare, sink down on his cock, and ride him until he came inside of you with those same hot, heady groans. You wanted him to flip you over, fuck you with wild eyes, and whisper to you how much of a good, good girl you were for your Master…
“So you come in late and now you just sit here gazing into space?” Travis hissed at you, snapping you from your reverie.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Richards. It won’t happen again,” you mumbled, sincerely hoping he couldn’t smell the wetness between your thighs like Loki said he could.
“That’s an extra hour added onto the end of your shift for laziness,” Travis snapped before turning on his heel and walking away. You shut your eyes and sighed, scrubbing your face with your hands and desperately trying to ignore your desire.
By the time the work day was done, you were feeling quite low. You were overworked, exhausted, and turned on. You picked up McDonald’s on the way home since it was cheap and quick. You ate your McNuggets as you trudged down the gloomy streets. The walk back to your apartment consisted of dragged feet, sunken-in eyes, and eventually, pouring rain. You stared up at the cloudy sky, held up your middle finger, and cursed violently at the inconvenient weather. You were sincerely hoping Cooper wasn’t in the mood for a long walk tonight because you really couldn’t handle that. When you finally got back to your apartment, you swung open the front door, slammed it shut, and fell back against it.
“Could this day get any worse?” you asked yourself as you shook out your dripping wet hair.
“Perhaps. I could make you wait another day to cum.”
You gasped and watched as Loki rounded the corner and leaned against the wall. Today, he elected to wear a pair of tight black pants with an emerald green button-up tucked into it. He had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, exposing the smooth skin of his forearms. His boots were a muted brown that was so dark it almost appeared black.
“Loki!” you practically cheered. You ran forward and dumped yourself into his arms. Loki caught you, holding you tight to his body as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re here!” You froze and pursed your lips, pulling back a bit. “You’re here? Finally here after leaving me wet for over a day!”
“Ah, well that was part of your lesson, pet,” Loki snickered. You narrowed your eyes and pinched his side, stepping out of his arms and crossing your own over your chest. Loki gave you a pointed look as he rubbed his side. “Not nice, little girl.”
“Not nice? A pinch isn’t nice? No, not nice is leaving me turned on and telling me I can’t do anything about it,” you snapped.
“Be careful who you use that tone with, darling,” Loki said carefully, stepping towards you slowly. You looked up at him but stood your ground. You straightened your back and tilted your nose up, giving him your best glare. The disgruntled look on his face flickered into one of amusement at your attempt.
“Oh, boo you,” you said, rolling your eyes. Loki stopped in his tracks and looked at you, scanning his eyes up your body and noticing that you were drenched in rain water.
“You’re upset,” he pointed out plainly.
“Well, duh.”
Loki softened. “This isn’t about not getting to have sex, is it?” You didn’t answer as you looked away. Loki sighed and came closer to you. He ran his hands up your arms and you felt your skin tingle. A green glow formed under his hands and you felt your hair dry and your dress un-stick from your body. “What happened, little one?”
Between Loki’s soft voice and his tender touch, you broke down. Tears fell from your eyes and you fell back into his arms. Loki held you in your tiny hallway, one hand stroking down your back as the other pressed to your hair.
“Today was fucking terrible, Loki. I woke up late, got yelled at for being late to work, had to stay at work an extra two hours - three, if you count my lunch hour being taken away - had to do a shit ton of work that I was distracted the entire time doing and then I had to walk home in the rain,” you spoke, your voice strained and shaky. “I can’t stand that job. My boss wouldn’t even let me explain.”
“I was wondering why you were home so late,” Loki murmured, pressing his lips to your hair. “Cooper told me you normally get home around 5:30. You’re a bit past that.”
You snorted. “Yeah, like three hours past it. I had McDonald’s for dinner, Loki. Mc-fucking-Donald’s!”
“I’m assuming that’s a bad thing,” Loki said, pulling back a bit to cup your face in his hands. “No more bad things tonight, my dearest.”
“I wish. I’m going to have to go back into the rain to take Cooper out. He has to be busting for a piss right about now,” you laughed, wiping your cheeks with the backs of your hands. Loki shook his head and took your hands in his, kissing the backs of your knuckles.
“That’s unnecessary. It’s already been taken care of. He’s been fed, walked, and is now resting on the couch.”
“You walked him?”
“Yes, darling. He told me what to do,” Loki said. He dropped your hands and wrapped one arm around your waist, tugging you against his hard, lean body. You rested your hands on his chest and ran your palms over his pectorals.
“You know, an orgasm would really help right about now.” You winked.
“Ah, not yet.” Loki laughed as your face fell. “Delayed gratification, little girl.”
“Fuck delayed gratification. I need your cock.”
“And you’ll get it, all in good time,” Loki said. He dipped down and pressed his lips to your ear. “I’m going to make everything better, pet. You just need to trust me. It will take some patience but when I finally permit you to cum, it will be euphoric. All of your stress and pain will go away. Will you let me take care of you, darling?”
Your knees were shaking and your breath was coming out in short, shallow hitches. You nodded and fisted his shirt in your hands. “Please, Master.”
“Good girl.” Loki’s hands settled on your hips as he pushed you into the wall. You gasped as his lips landed on yours. Your head hit the wall as Loki pushed himself further against you, completely surrounding you with his taste and his smell. You moaned as his hands ran up and down your body, exploring you like it was the first time.
His lips were intoxicating. As he kissed you, you literally felt yourself melting into him. His tongue swiped across your lower lip and you parted your lips for him. He kissed you deeply, passionately, and you already felt that familiar wetness gathering between your legs. Loki pressed himself against you and you could feel his hard bulge nudge you.
“Please, Loki. I need you to touch me,” you moaned when his mouth pulled away from yours. His lips trailed down your neck, kissing along your throat.
“All in good time,” he murmured. When his lips met your scarf, he grimaced. He pulled back and placed a single finger on the scarf. “You’re covering up my pendant.”
“I didn’t want to have to explain it to everyone at work after I already was in trouble. It would make my boss mad if I was talking to too many people after running late,” you explained. Loki hummed and trailed his knuckles over the scarf’s fabric.
“At least you picked green.” Loki smirked. He tugged the scarf from around your neck, revealing the shimmering pendant. “Much better.” Loki looked up into your eyes and rested a single finger on the gem. “Never be ashamed to wear this, darling.”
“I’m not,” you whispered.
“Good.” Loki looked down at the scarf in his hand. He wrapped one end around one fist and the other end around his other fist. He pulled the scarf taut and grinned in approval. “Oh, yes. This will come in handy...eventually.”
You had no time to ask what that meant because the scarf dropped from Loki’s hands as he scooped you into his arms. He carried you into your room, kicking the door behind him, all as he ravished your mouth. Your hands were knotted in his hair as he dropped you onto the bed. He crawled over you, never letting his lips leave yours, and he pushed his hands up your thighs, bunching the skirt of your dress around your waist.
“You’ve been on my mind all day, pet,” Loki murmured against your lips. You whimpered and spread your legs further so he could settle between you. The weight of his godly body felt so divine on top of you that you almost pulled him down so he could crush you. Loki pulled his mouth from yours and kissed down your neck, licking and biting over your already marked skin. “I was at a feast, you know. I was having a good time. Then I had to excuse myself because I couldn’t stop picturing your pretty lips wrapped around my cock. I came so hard just thinking about you, imagining it was your tight pussy I was releasing into.”
You moaned, unashamed of how loud you were. “I was thinking of the same thing at work today.”
Loki lifted his head and grinned arrogantly. “Is that why you were so distracted doing your work?”
“Maybe,” you whimpered. Loki’s thumbs were rubbing circles on your hips, fogging up your mind. You shook your head and tried to focus. You knew his touch was maddening but this was just overwhelming. You didn’t even realize you had said that out loud until Loki began chuckling.
“Yes, pet. It is overwhelming,” Loki said softly as he took his hands off of you. You whined but Loki placed his index finger over your lips, silencing you. “This is what happens when you go without my touch for so long. It’s almost...intoxicating, isn’t it? But worry not, I will make you feel so good. I will take care of you, little girl.”
“Please,” you whispered, his finger still pressed to your lips. You lifted your head a bit and took his finger into your mouth, sucking it slowly as if it was his cock. Loki’s eyes became darker, clouded with a gray lust that hooded his features magnificently.
“You temptress,” Loki purred, sliding his finger from your mouth. He lifted his hand upwards and grabbed the air. There was the sound of metal slicing through air and suddenly, a dagger appeared in his hand. Your eyes widened as Loki dragged the dull side of the dagger over his flat palm. “Your breathing is so attractive when you get aroused. You hold it for a moment, your chest puffs a bit, and then you release it in small, eager breaths. You did it when I first touched you, you do it when I slide my cock into you, and you’re doing it now. Tell me, little one, does this arouse you?”
“You just...you look really good with a dagger,” you admitted. “It reminds me that you’re actually a real god. You’re really the Loki.”
“Yes, I am,” Loki said with a viper-like grin. He flipped the knife in his hand and held the point at your throat. “And I could do anything I want to you and you would let me. I could make you bleed and you would thank me, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” You nodded.
“But I won’t.” Loki dragged the tip of the knife along your chest before tapping it against the stone in the pendant. “Because I’m here to protect you and care for you. Not hurt you...much.”
“So then what is the knife for?”
Loki smirked and there was a madness in his eyes that almost made you fear him. Almost.
“For easy access, of course.” With that, Loki sliced his knife down the front of your dress. It fell around you like wings before he cut off your bra and panties. Loki snapped his fingers and all three articles of torn clothing and the dagger disappeared.
“Hey! I liked that dress,” you whined.
Loki laughed and sat back on his haunches, his large hands gliding up your thighs. “Don’t worry. It’s in your closet neatly hung up.”
“Oh.”
“Right, well if you’re done questioning me about your clothing, I’d quite like to fuck you.”
You spread your legs, not even giving an answer because you physically couldn’t. Whatever answer you gave would just be a whimper or a moan or maybe even a cry. You were so turned on, so aroused, you couldn’t wait any longer. Loki winked at you before maneuvering you, pushing you back so your head rested on your pillows. His hands explored your body like he had been all night, but now that you were naked, his touch was a bit more eager, a bit heavier.
“Loki, please take your clothes off. Please,” you begged, bucking into his touch. Loki’s dark eyes met yours and he nodded slowly. He pushed himself up onto his knees and gestured to his body.
“Go ahead. Get to work.”
You sat up and began unbuttoning his green shirt, slipping each button out of its respective hole. As more of his skin became exposed, more wetness pooled between your legs. You could hear Loki’s breathing increase as you opened his shirt fully and slid it from his pants. You ran your hand up his abs.
“You’re so beautiful,” you sighed softly. “This body...Loki, I can’t believe you’re real.”
“I am real, pet. It’s all for you,” he said, his fingers trailing along the top of your head. You looked up at him as he pushed his shirt off of his shoulders. You then ran your hands up his arms and over his shoulders, and though you had to stretch a bit given you were sitting and he was perched on his knees, you did your best to admire every bit of skin. You didn’t have the opportunity to touch his bare, cool skin yesterday and you wanted to absorb every bit of it tonight. You waited too long to do anything but that.
Your hands fell to his belt when you decided he was thoroughly mapped. With a bit more haste, you undid his belt and pushed down his pants. You pulled his cock out and immediately began rubbing him, flicking your wrist as you worked him. Loki’s head rolled back and his eyelashes fluttered pleasantly. He bucked into your hand and you nearly forgot about your own pleasure. But apparently, Loki didn’t. He moved his head forward and opened his eyes. He pushed you down onto the bed and shucked off the rest of his clothing with magic.
“Let’s see how patient my pet can be,” Loki said as he rested himself between your legs. He spread you nice and wide before positioning his mouth just above your cunt. “Be a good girl and be nice and loud for your Master.”
Loki’s tongue was on you, lapping at your folds and drinking up your juice. You screamed - genuinely screamed - after being touched. Should you have been so desperate after less than 36 hours? No, not really. But this was Loki, God of Sex, and rules did not apply to him. He didn’t just help you feel pleasure, he owned it. He had claimed pleasure and distributed it as he desired. He had stripped that pleasure from you for the past day and a half and was finally, finally, giving it back to you. So really, you couldn’t blame yourself for riding his face and fisting his hair with your hands.
Your climax was quickly approaching, it was almost embarrassing. But Loki’s tongue was everywhere - circling your clit, tracing your folds, dipping into your hole. Your thighs were trembling around his head and you just felt so good. You rocked down against his tongue and felt that hot coil tightening in your gut. You moved against him faster, spewing his name like a prayer.
Not ironically.
“Please, Loki! Loki, oh my gosh, please, please, please…” you moaned, tossing your head back. You felt it, you were going to cum. And as you began tipping over the edge, Loki pulled away. You lifted your head and gaped at him. “What…?”
“Not yet,” Loki said with a wink. He sat there for a few moments until he was sure that your orgasm had edged away - and the bastard was right, it had - before diving back in. Loki continued doing this, bringing you to the edge before pulling away and leaving your body to relax. Every time he pulled away, his cock seemed to jump and grow harder and harder. He was getting off on your frustrated groans and pouts.
The fourth time it happened, you wanted to strangle him. You waited so long - yes, now you considered 36 hours a long time - and he wasn’t letting you cum. Irritated tears formed in your eyes and he chuckled, his hands tracing down the tops of your thighs.
“Why won’t you let me cum?” you hissed.
“I told you, you must have patience and when I permit you to cum, it will be worth it,” Loki purred, slipping back down to toss your legs over his broad shoulders. This time, however, not only his tongue assaulted you, but his fingers did too. His lips were suctioned around your clit as two long, swift fingers slid inside of you.
“Master! Oh, please. Please let me cum, I b-beg you!”
Loki locked his eyes with yours as he lifted his head for a quick moment.
“No.”
He was back to licking you, tasting you, claiming you. His fingers were talented - they always were - as he fucked you with them. They curled and pumped and prodded, tempting you to hit the edge before he pulled you back from it.
Loki was moaning against you, his eyes clouded with lust. He refused to look away from you and you refused to look at him. You couldn’t meet his gaze because seeing that hot look would only push you closer to your climax. You thrashed your head from side to side as Loki growled against you. He certainly did not appreciate the lack of attention to his actions.
“Look at me.”
“N-No, I can’t.”
“Look. At. Me.”
“I c-can’t. It’ll make me c-cum.”
“Look at your Master or you will not cum for the next week.”
“Fuck!” you shouted as you lifted your head to stare at him. The need to cum was completely overwhelming as you took in the sight of him. His dark head was buried between your legs, locked in by your thighs. His one hand was still fucking you and the other was gripping your thigh, nails biting into your skin so harshly you were sure they were bound to leave marks. You shivered as he lifted his head and twisted his fingers inside of you.
“Do you want to cum, little girl?” he asked innocently, as if he hadn’t been tempting you to cum for...what? An hour? Had it been that long? You didn’t really know. Too long.
“Yes! Please, Master. Please, let me cum,” you panted out, hands fisting desperately in his black hair.
Loki looked like he was genuinely considering it. But as soon as that thoughtful look came onto his face, it left in favor a wicked grin.
“No. Delayed gratification, sweetling.”
You could have bashed your head against the wall. That would have been less painful than having Loki between your thighs and not being able to cum. In fact, you were close to pushing him away and muttering about taking care of your problem yourself because fuck delayed gratification. But then, Loki pulled himself away from you and gripped your legs, pushing you as wide as you could get before sinking his cock inside of you.
“Ah, there’s that sweet, tender pussy I’ve been thinking about all day,” Loki groaned as he bottomed out.
“You could’ve had it sooner.” You wanted the phrase to sound snarky and a bit bitchy but instead, it came out as a whine of relief. Finally, that heavy, thick cock was inside of you. You nestled against him, wanting to feel the complete fullness of him. “Am I going to be allowed to cum now?”
Loki chuckled. “No.”
And then, he was fucking you. Hard. Hard enough that you were sure the ceiling from your apartment had been torn off because you were seeing the night sky, littered with stars and comets and every beautiful, bright planet in the impossibly large galaxy. With every thrust, Loki was moaning and for the first time, you realized how vocal he was during sex. His brow was furrowed and his lips were parted as he fucked you, the perfect picture of pleasure and lust and sex and everything good in this damned world.
You reached up and touched him, touched any part of him you could reach. As your hands fell on his skin, Loki’s head rolled back again and you wondered why he reacted this way when you caressed him. You wanted to hold onto him forever if it meant that look on his face never disappeared.
But then it was happening again, the coil was tightening and the heat in your belly was blossoming. You didn’t want to tell him you were cumming, you almost considered cumming and hoping he wouldn’t notice. Then again, this was Loki and he noticed everything. He felt the clenching of your cunt around his cock and he slowed his thrusts down to a sensual grind accompanied with a small, teasing smirk on his face.
“Good girls don’t cum until their Masters tell them they can,” he reminded you with a click of the tongue. He bent himself over you, still grinding into you at a slow, languid pace. “And you are my good girl, right?”
“I w-want to be. You’re making it really hard though,” you said through clenched teeth. Loki chuckled and kissed you tenderly, licking around your mouth and sucking on your tongue. He nurtured you and for a moment, you forgot about the teasing prick he was being. When he pulled his mouth from yours, he stared down at you. “You’re a beautiful woman.”
“And you’re - oh!” you gasped as he began fucking you fast and hard again, pushing you against the bed and making your headboard bounce against the wall. You reached up and grabbed his back, running your nails over his skin. Loki hissed and his cock jumped inside of you.
“That’s it. Take my cock,” he grunted. “But don’t cum. Not yet.”
“When? Please, Loki, tell me when,” you begged.
Loki slowed his thrusts yet again to a deep, heavy grind. “When I say so.”
Your head fell back against the pillow, stretching your neck out. Loki watched how the pendant sat over your breasts and how the gold chain glittered against your skin. But then your neck - that caught his eyes. One of his hands moved from your leg, up your stomach, over your breasts - which he spent a good two minutes fondling - and then up to your neck.
He cupped your throat. Squeezed it, in fact. And then he fucked you again.
Your eyes flew open as you felt the pressure of his hand around your neck. His pace was brutal, cock pistoning in and out of you like you had offended him. His teeth were bared and he snarled as he pounded into you. Every few thrusts, his grip on your neck got tighter and tighter. It didn’t hurt but you felt it, that sting and pressure.
“I’m going to let you cum in a moment,” Loki warned you. “But you must wait until the exact moment I say you can, do you understand me, pet?”
“Yes, Master,” you whispered. Loki’s thumb stroked over your pulse as he nodded down at you. The hand on your thigh fell down to your clit and he began stroking it quickly and with the same amount of pressure being exerted on your neck.
“You’ve been such a good girl, baby. I’m so proud of you. So good for your Master,” Loki praised you. He worked your clit with fast strokes. Loki leaned over you and squeezed your neck a bit tighter. You felt his warm breath on your face and you moaned out his name. Loki hummed as you called out for him. “That’s it. Praise your Master. Worship me.”
“I do,” you gasped. Your vision was getting fuzzy with the need to cum as you tried to hold yourself back. You were so close to cumming all over him without his permission. Only a few more thrusts and -
“Good. Now cum.”
Loki’s fingers pressed to your clit harshly and his hand tightened on your neck as you came. Fireworks, literal fireworks, exploded as you came. You swore you heard them, saw them. Your body felt like it had been doused with magic and tingles. You shook, trembled, and screamed - screamed his name like it was the only name that ever existed. You clawed down his back as your legs tightened around him. Nothing had ever felt so violently good in your life until this moment.
Loki didn’t stop fucking you as you came and you wondered if this orgasm was actually two or ten or a hundred orgasms bundled and disguised as one. As you chanted his name, Loki ground his teeth together and shot into you, his cum soaking your walls. He hissed your name as he tossed his head back and let his own orgasm wash over him. His hand fell from your neck to your breast and he squeezed it softly.
Your heart was pounding as Loki rested on top of you, his cock still wedged within you. He sighed happily and let his head fall forward. Loki kissed you smoothly, patiently. And against your lips, he continuously muttered, “good girl, such a good, perfect girl.”
He slid his cock from you and rolled onto the bed beside you. He took you in his arms and began running two fingers over the expanse of your neck.
“Does it hurt?” he asked when you shuddered.
“No,” you said honestly with a tiny, weak voice. “Feels so good.”
Your words were slurred, still drunk from his cock and your massive orgasm, and Loki found it endearing.
“Do you want to sleep?” Loki asked.
You shook your head and wrapped an arm around Loki. “No. No, I don’t.”
Loki was quiet as one of his arms pulled you closer against him. “Alright. I can stay.”
“Good,” you whispered. “Hey, Loki?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Delayed gratification isn’t so bad,” you said with a giggle. “I just hate waiting.”
“But you were so patient. Regardless, you will learn to love it, I promise you that. Such a good girl,” Loki hummed, stroking up and down your back. “My good girl.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“As do I.”
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Chapter 5: In The Mood To Break A Table Or Two
Summary:
You and Loki have a discussion at the table. And when you find that you're still far too aroused for your own good, Loki decides to do some other activities with you at the table.
Notes:
Happy Friday! I'm officially dubbing Fridays "Sex God Friday". Seems fitting. Also, this wasn't the direction I planned on going with this chapter. But you know, what Loki wants, Loki gets. He seemed to take over the writing on this one. I hope that's a good thing.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and thank you for reading!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“I should probably get up.”
You sighed the phrase like it made you sick. You didn’t want to get up. That was the last thing you wanted. Your body felt heavy and lazy as the aftershocks of your orgasm faded away. Your skin was warm, soft, and supple as you felt Loki’s fingers drift along your spine. You two were relaxing on your bed in complete silence, relishing in the quietness of your room. Your face was pressed into his neck as you took in his scent - leather, pine, something woodsy, and sex. A lot of sex. It felt a bit surreal to lay so domestically with an actual god but there was also something about it that made you feel safe. Between Loki’s pendant around your neck and his arm around your body, nothing could hurt you or tear you from this moment.
Except for your need to bathe.
Through your door, you could hear Cooper snoring, and while you wanted to follow your dog into the sweet land of dreams, you were in desperate need of a shower.
It wasn’t that you wanted to wash Loki’s essence from your body. Frankly, you would be more than content with having sticky thighs for the rest of the night from the stains of Loki’s cum. You didn’t even realize how much Loki came until you felt it drying on you. It had leaked from your cunt and dribbled down your thighs, marking you with the smell of his sex and desire. It felt good having it on you. Unfortunately, you had skipped your shower that morning. You wanted to ensure you were bathed properly considering you were paranoid about also waking up late tomorrow.
But when you went to shuffle out of Loki’s arms, his grip on you tightened. His nose found its way into your hair and he began to inhale. You shivered, your nails digging into Loki’s chest as he traced the tip of his nose along your scalp.
“No, you shouldn’t,” he murmured, lips now pressed to your temple. “I just gave you the best orgasm of your life and you already want to leave? Heartless, darling, you’re utterly heartless.”
His tone held the essence of mockery and teasing and you had to stifle a chuckle against his skin.
“I need to shower, Loki,” you said, running your hand along his torso. His muscles flexed beneath your hand and you clenched your thighs together. There was nothing about Loki that wasn’t attractive. Your skin was getting warm as you traced his abdomen and even though you weren’t looking at Loki’s face, you knew he was smirking. Loki’s cock stiffened and jumped a bit at your touch, causing you to retract your hand.
“What’s the matter, pet?” Loki asked, hooking his finger under your chin and angling your face upwards. “You were so eager to pounce on me and my cock only moments ago.”
“That’s exactly the issue. I still want to,” you breathed out with a nod. The wetness gathering between your thighs proved that. “But I really need to shower.”
“Is my cum drying so uncomfortably on you?” Loki began turning you over. He rested you on your back as he dragged his hands down your sides and to your thighs. He spread your legs and traced his fingers through his cum. “You look so good covered in it. It’s like you were made to be branded by me…”
“Loki,” you whimpered. “It’s not that. I didn’t get a chance to shower this morning because I woke up late.”
Loki paused, his hand resting on your thigh without moving. There was a debate in his eyes that you could see, but you could not understand why. He nodded once before retracting his hand slowly.
“Right…” Loki murmured, moving himself off of you and looking towards the window. “The cause of you having such a bad day.”
“I’m just worried I might wake up late tomorrow too because I have no idea what happened with my room being so dark. If it happens again and I miss another shower, I’ll just be a mess,” you said with nervous laughter. Loki nodded slowly, his gaze still locked on your window. He turned back to you and ran his knuckles down your cheek. You trembled under his touch as you stared into the depths of his green eyes.
“I understand. Go shower, little one. I will see you soon,” Loki said. A wave of green washed over him and he was dressed in his outfit from before - black slacks and a green button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His cock was tenting his pants and it took every bit of willpower within you not to skip your shower again just to get him back inside of you. Loki got up from the bed, pressed a warm kiss to your forehead, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
You stared at the space that Loki once occupied, almost a little offended at how easy it was for him to leave you. Then again, you had sort of pushed him away. Sighing and scrubbing your hand down your face, you got up and walked into the bathroom. You showered quickly, avoiding cleaning your inner thighs for as long as possible. When you finally went to wash Loki’s cum away, you stared longingly at the drain almost wishing you could leave it on you forever.
As you dried yourself off, you felt a deep rumbling in your stomach. You knew those damn McNuggets wouldn’t hold you over for long. Plus, Loki gave you quite the workout, so really, you weren’t shocked that you were hungry again. You slipped into some pajamas after drying your hair and exited the bathroom.
You paused as you took in a deep breath. You could smell...something. Something warm and inviting, beckoning you to open your door and come outside. You pushed your way out of your room only to discover that Loki never actually left. He was standing in the kitchen holding a plate of steaming food in one hand. He waved his free hand and the few dirty pots and dishes on the counter cleaned themselves and floated back into their respective cabinets.
“Wow,” you gasped. “That...that’s neat.”
Loki turned around with an amused grin on his face. “It’s all neat to you, isn’t it?”
“My dishes magically cleaning themselves and putting themselves away? I’d kill to be able to do that,” you laughed. Your giggles faded away as you watched Loki place the plate down onto the tiny table in your kitchen. He took a seat and gestured to the empty chair across from him. You walked over to the table and stared down at the plate of food on the table. It appeared to be a roasted chicken with some whipped potatoes and fresh green beans on the side. Slowly, you looked back up at Loki. “You cooked?”
“Yes. Now eat. You must be hungry,” Loki said. You were in utter disbelief. Loki barely knew you and he had consistently shown you and your dog care and affection. You chewed on your lip as you sat down. Eyes trained on the plate of food, you imagined Loki wearing a little apron and whipping up the potatoes. You bit your tongue, holding back the laughter that tried to escape you.
“Thank you,” you said, a tiny smile on your face. You picked up a fork and began poking at the meat. You speared a piece and took a bite, sighing in delight at eating a fresh, warm meal that wasn’t cup noodles, eggs, or Mc-Fucking-Donald’s. You swallowed the meat and ate some more off your plate before wiping your mouth with a long swipe of your napkin. You placed the napkin down and looked up at Loki. He was resting his chin on his hand, watching you with calm, thoughtful eyes. You pointed to your plate. “Oh...did you want some?”
“No, pet. I made it for you,” he said.
“Aren’t you hungry?” you asked.
Loki lifted himself from his hand and shook his head. “I am not. I told you, I was at a feast last night.” Loki paused and licked his lips slowly, almost teasingly. You tried not to stare. Finally, Loki leaned back and smoothed his hands down the front of his shirt, wiping away wrinkles and creases that weren’t there to begin with. “Besides, it is my job as your Master to protect you. This is me doing so.”
“I thought protecting me meant from like, bad guys,” you snorted.
“Protecting you means keeping you safe and taking care of you,” Loki said. He chuckled for a moment as he crossed his arms over his chest. “And against ‘bad guys’ if it’s necessary.”
“Will it be necessary?” you asked nervously after a short, meditative pause. You shuffled in your seat a bit as Loki’s back stiffened. His face, once serene and caring, turned hard and cold. As you stared at this dark version of Loki, your breath was swept away from intimidation. There were times where he caused chills to run down your spine but never like this. The shadows cast over his cheekbones and the harshness of his features told you that this beautiful creature was a thousand years old and capable of crafting death by his fingertips. You never wanted to get on this side of him. Finally, Loki cocked his jaw.
“No,” he said firmly. “No, it will not happen.”
He didn’t want to admit that, actually, something bad could happen. Odin did mention it to him. And despite how much Loki enjoyed ignoring the old man and pretending he knew nothing, Odin was smart...sometimes. Loki still had some dignity that he wouldn’t relinquish by fully admitting Odin’s intelligence. But he told him that placing so much focus in one person could cause conflict. What kind of conflict, Loki was unsure. He did not wish to find out.
“Okay,” you said softly, picking your fork back up and scooping up some potatoes. You smiled then, a bright one in hopes of cheering up the suddenly angry god sitting in your tiny kitchen. “Besides, I’m not afraid. I have you.”
Though his features remained dark, Loki’s lips quirked upwards ever so slightly. “Yes, you do. I will always protect you.”
“And Cooper,” you snickered, pointing your fork towards the sleeping dog.
Loki rolled his eyes. “The beast can protect himself, trust me.”
You practically choked on your food. “Cooper? Protect himself? He can’t even walk down the stairs without huffing and puffing.”
“It’s a ruse, pet. If he needed to show aggression, he could,” Loki said. He whistled and snapped his fingers. Immediately, Cooper perked his large head upwards. “Come here, you yellow monster.”
Cooper licked his nose twice before standing up. He shook his coat out as he lumbered over to Loki. You watched your dog grunt out some unfamiliar whimpers, his tail wagging a bit slower than normal. After one final huff, Loki rolled his eyes.
“You’re a mongrel, you know that?” Loki asked as he began scratching Cooper’s backside. Your dog smiled as he wiggled his butt. Loki stared down at him with a mildly intimidating glare. “All better?”
Cooper sneezed.
“Good, now get gone. You know the drill,” Loki said, pulling a piece of flank steak from midair and handing it over to Cooper. Loki’s eyes were stern and Cooper watched him with the same strange intensity. Cooper bit the steak and walked away, his collar clinking as he exited the room.
“What just happened?” you asked, eyes wide.
Loki brushed some of the stray dog hairs off of his pants. “He said I did a bad job at walking him and to make up for it, I had to scratch his ass. Then I told him I’d like some more alone time with you.”
“Wait, that reminds me...can he, like, understand us when we, you know…” The question was so awkward and unusual, you couldn’t even finish it. Loki laughed and shook his head, already knowing the direction you were heading in.
“No, pet. He cannot. I can turn the Allspeak on and off as I please. He is completely unaware,” Loki said, gesturing his chin towards the room Cooper waddled off into. “In fact, I make it so he cannot hear a thing.”
“That’s reassuring actually. Thank you.”
“Like I said, I’m here to protect you. And apparently, protecting your dignity from your dog is a necessity.”
Despite his chuckles and slight smile, there was still some coldness on Loki’s face that you didn’t want to see. You finished your dinner and pushed the plate away. You settled deeper into your seat and tapped your fingers on the table lightly.
“So you went to a feast, huh?” you asked.
Loki’s eyes lightened a bit as he tilted his head curiously. “I did.”
“What was that like?”
“Loud.”
You giggled. “Why was there a feast?”
“My brother, Thor, returned,” Loki said, a small smile on his face. “He’s been traveling for many years and he came home. I wanted to celebrate so we held a small feast.”
“A small feast? I thought you said it was loud,” you laughed.
The smirk on Loki’s face nearly took your breath away.
“You’d be surprised how much noise a handful of Asgardians can make,” Loki snickered. You leaned forward, admiring the weight of his laughter, the depth of his amusement. You bit your lip and a small smile formed on your face.
“Tell me about Asgard,” you whispered. “I want to know what it’s like. It’s funny how we worship the gods but we know nothing about them.”
Loki paused. “Well, what do you already know?”
“We grow up knowing that the gods exist. They live on Asgard and we know what they stand for. I think certain parts of the world know more than others but really, all I was aware of was that we’re one of the Nine Realms ruled over by Odin, King of Asgard. There’s a handful of gods that we worship and that protect us. That’s about it,” you said with a shrug. “I knew you existed, Loki, God of Mischief and eventually God of Sex, but I never knew what you looked like. But when you sit here, I feel it. I can’t explain it. I just know that you’re really you.”
“And were you pleased with the result?” Loki asked with a smug grin on his face.
You nodded slowly, looking him up and down. “Yes, Master.”
“Careful, pet. Don’t make me fuck you here on this table,” Loki growled, pressing his palm flat to the table. You thought about it for a moment and shivered. That was something you wanted to try. You could already imagine laying flat on the table, legs spread and Loki kneeling on the floor, head buried between your thighs. After he devoured you, he’d glide upwards, toss your legs over his shoulders and slide his thick cock into you. Your cheeks flushed a deep red and Loki noticed. “You’re considering it.”
“Tell me about Asgard please,” you said quickly. “Before I start begging for something else.”
“Such a pretty little pet you are,” Loki murmured. He pursed his lips, carefully selecting what he wanted to tell you. “Asgard is a city practically made of gold. There are creatures and food and literature that exist there that do not exist here, naturally. Granted, it’s the same the other way around. Your world is much different than ours. Asgard was there since the beginning of time and it shall be there until the end. It houses the gods and our temples. We watch over you and everyone else in the Nine Realms. We’re stronger than you are and can survive on a lot less. Realistically, I only need to eat once a week, maybe sleep twice a month.”
“So your feast last night. How long could that sustain you for?” you asked, eyes wide with wonder.
“Hmm...a month? I ate like a glutton,” Loki laughed. His smile faded and he licked his lips. “It’s why I am so watchful over you. I’m so strong compared to you, little one. It is my responsibility to care for you. But on the other hand, I could also snap you like a frail little twig. Compared to a god like me, you’re so...tiny. I could break you beneath my boot without noticing.”
You didn’t think you should be turned on by that but you were. The difference in size and power between the two of you made you shiver. It was one of the first things you noticed when Loki came to you only a few nights ago. He was giant. His body, his mind, his cock - everything about him overpowered you, overwhelmed you, and overworked you. Your eyes drifted down to his hands and you remembered the way they were stuffed inside your panties as he fingered you, the sheer largeness of his hand stretching the weak fabric of your underwear. Your mouth watered and you could not deny the temptation that resided within you to suck on each of his fingers one by one before moving your lips to his cock.
You really needed to get laid again.
You were beginning to wonder if this constant state of arousal you lived in was a side effect of being close to the God of Sex or if it was just because Loki was Loki. He was power, lust, conquering. He was everything you were learning you desired in a man. He cared for you gently outside of bed, but once he brought you between the sheets, you were his to pillage, claim, ruin. You wanted every side of him even if it meant you’d be walking with a limp for the duration of the near future.
You must have been silent for a while since Loki cleared his throat and tilted his head to the side.
“What are you thinking about, pet?” Loki asked, tracing his lip with his finger. “It seems we can’t get through a conversation without your mind drifting elsewhere.”
“I’m sorry, I was just -”
“Thinking about my cock inside your tight little hole? Me spilling inside you, filling you to the brim with my hot cum? My hand wrapped around your throat, your eyes fluttering shut as I fuck you so hard you scream my name and nothing more?” Loki purred, eyes dark again but this time with desire. When you stayed silent, Loki chuckled. “No? Was it just me thinking all of that?”
You were frozen in your seat, staring at Loki with a look of complete and utter submission.
“No...I...Loki…” you whispered. “What is happening to me?”
“What do you mean, little one?” he asked with a deep, heady voice. You swallowed and pressed your legs together. You were so turned on that your body felt like it was physically buzzing. Loki’s nostrils flared and you knew that he could smell you.
“Why am I never satisfied?” you asked nervously. “It’s...that’s a bad way to word that. I always want more. Everytime you give me an inch, I want a mile. I can’t stop thinking about the next time you’re going to fuck me. Is this...am I okay?”
“Is this the thought that captured your attention before?” You nodded at Loki’s question. He pushed his chair back a bit and patted his leg. “Come here, pet. Sit on your Master’s lap for a bit.”
You stood from your chair slowly, suddenly aware that you were in flowery pajamas and Loki was in a designer shirt that probably was worth more money than your rent. You walked over to him and when you stood before him, Loki hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. You landed with a small squeak, your hands resting on his shoulders for balance. You blushed, feeling his hard cock beneath you.
“Do you feel that? I know you do,” Loki purred, holding you down harder against him so you could feel the way his tented trousers dug into your ass. “You’re not the only one living under this spell.”
“Is that what this is? A spell?”
Loki shook his head. “I told you we would have a heightened connection. I believe this,” Loki tapped your pendant with his knuckle, “is proving that. The pendant calls me to you, and you to me, and therefore we’re in a constant orbit around one another. Imagine us like magnets. The further apart we are, the easier it is to stay separate. The closer we are, the more we want to connect. I told you that no matter where I was in the universe, I would be able to hear you if you called for me. This remains true, but the shorter the distance between us, the more I can feel you. Realistically, if I wanted to completely sever myself from you, I would need to travel a long, long distance. The magic in this pendant is too hard for me to resist pulling myself away from.”
“You’re not leaving, are you?” you asked with panic in your voice. Loki’s hand smoothed along your back. You felt a warmth radiate from his fingers and your stiff spine immediately relaxed.
“I’m not going anywhere. It’s all hypothetical,” Loki said. “The point is that being around each other just increases our desire.”
“I guess I’m going to need to figure out ways to satisfy myself when you can’t be here,” you chuckled, fingers sliding up to tangle in Loki’s hair. His eyes fluttered shut as you scratched along his scalp, massaging him.
“Did I not teach you exactly how to do so?” Loki murmured, eyes still shut in relaxation.
“I might need a reminder,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss along Loki’s neck. Loki groaned and tilted his head backwards, allowing you to kiss along the expanse of his sweet, pale skin. You kissed everywhere you could reach, licked along his Adam’s apple, and bit down over his pulse. His fingers dug into your skin as you nibbled on him and you began to wonder if Loki felt this smug when he bit you. You leaned back and frowned, noticing that there were no bruises left behind. You swiped your finger over his skin slowly. “I wish I could mark you.”
“There’s no need to mark me, pet. I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, stroking your back again. “Hey, look at me.” You looked up into Loki’s eyes and he smiled at you. “I’m very proud of you.”
“Are you? Why?” you asked.
“You were such a good girl for me these past few hours. You didn’t make yourself cum. You didn’t even touch yourself. My darling, that is magnificent, especially for your first time attempting delayed gratification,” Loki said. He leaned in and pressed a warm kiss to your lips. You sunk into his touch, your hands holding onto locks of his hair as he kissed you. He tasted sweet and fresh, and behind that, you could still taste yourself on him. You moaned and started rocking against him, feeling his hard cock grind into your backside. Loki hissed and bucked upwards, rolling your body against his. You were lost in that moment for longer than you could estimate. By the time you pulled away, you were breathless and your face was completely flushed. Loki reached up and pushed some of your hair from your face, chuckling softly. “Well, maybe not entirely good. You did pout before I left. Good girls don’t do that.”
“Good girls also don’t try to read erotic literature to fantasize about you,” you mumbled before slapping your palm over your mouth. Loki’s eyes widened, then narrowed, as he cocked his head to the side.
“What did you just say?”
You sighed and let your hand slip from your mouth to the front of Loki’s shirt. “Last night, I was so frustrated that I figured if I could read some...naughty fiction, it would help me imagine what you were going to do to me when you came back.”
“Naughty fiction? My, my, pet. Whatever could inspire you in the way that I could?” Loki asked, his chest puffed with cockiness. You rolled your eyes and blushed, licking your lips slowly. Loki watched the gesture with keen eyes and you felt his cock jump beneath you.
“It’s called Fifty Shades of Grey. I don’t know if you’ve ever -”
“You think that could compare to me?” Loki almost bellowed. You gasped and went to jump off of Loki but he held you anchored to his body. “No, pet. Never read that again. Trust me, it will not do you any good.”
“How do you know what Fifty Shades of Grey is?” you asked incredulously.
“I read it a while back. It’s ridiculous you even own it in the first place. It’s a good thing that I -” Loki paused, realizing the rare slip of his tongue.
You raised your eyebrow. “It’s a good thing that you…?”
Loki sighed and shut his eyes. “Do not be angered with me. I must confess something to you.”
“What is it?” Your heart was pounding a little harder than you wanted to admit. You gripped the fabric of Loki’s shirt with white knuckles and wondered what he could possibly tell you that would upset you. You nibbled on your lip as Loki reopened his eyes. When he saw you biting your mouth, he reached up and tugged your lip from between your teeth with pinched fingers, shaking his head mutely.
“I found your copy of that wretched book. I, in essence, destroyed it.”
“You destroyed my book? Why would you -”
“I was also the reason you were late to work.”
“Wait...Loki, what are you -”
“I put a spell on your curtains to keep the light out of your room so you wouldn’t wake up early.”
“Loki!”
“Darling, you deserved to sleep in and honestly, those curtains are fucking ugly. You’re lucky I didn’t change how they look too.”
You sat there on his lap quietly with your lips parted. Your hands fell from his shirt to rest in your own lap. Loki still held you against him but stayed silent, gauging your reaction with his deep green eyes.
“Let me get this straight,” you said slowly. “You filled my fridge with food, you destroyed my book, and you made sure I wouldn’t wake up on time?”
“Ah, not quite. The first two are correct and both were beneficial for your health,” Loki snorted. “But the last part, no. I put a spell on your curtains because you seemed very tired. It felt inhumane to leave you with such flimsy curtains knowing that they wouldn’t keep the sun out.”
“That was the whole point of them,” you noted. “I never wake up easily. I need that and like, seven alarms. I bought those curtains so I couldn’t keep the sun out of my eyes in the morning.”
“Well, I can fix it. I apologize. I didn’t mean to make you late, I just meant to help your body rest,” Loki admitted. When he looked at you, you noticed the regret in his eyes. You were used to seeing Loki so tough and cocky, confident and calm. Now that you were seeing this vulnerability, you wondered why he was so sorrowful over something that, in reality, wasn’t a big deal. You cupped his cheeks with your hands and stroked your thumbs over his cheekbones.
“It’s okay. Just tell me when you want to redecorate my apartment next time, okay?” you giggled.
Loki sat there stunned, blinking a few times as he registered what you were saying. It was almost as if he was staring at you in complete disbelief.
“I also changed the flag in your living room. It’s no longer one of Asgard, but one that stands for me,” Loki said quickly, as if it would change your mind. You shrugged and leaned against him, your breasts pressing to his chest.
“Claiming me, Mischief?” you purred. Loki’s hands tightened on your waist as you clicked your tongue. “This really isn’t fair. You can leave your mark all over me but I can’t do anything to you.”
“You’re quite insistent on this, aren’t you?” Loki groaned as you began kissing his neck again. “Would it make you feel better if you could bruise my neck as I do yours?”
“Much,” you noted as you began sucking on the spot above his pulse. There was a cold sensation under your lips that tingled within your mouth. You pulled back and licked your lips, chasing the tingles away. When you looked up at Loki, his lust-blown eyes were watching you with mirth.
“Go ahead, pet. Try now,” Loki instructed in a cool, smooth tone.
Your eyes drifted back to his neck, which laid stretched out before you. For a moment, you almost pictured yourself as a vampire and had to hold back a giggle. But when Loki bucked up against you, reminding you of his very large, very hard cock nestled below you, all thoughts of blood-sucking creatures disappeared.
You dipped your head down and ghosted your lips over Loki’s neck. You mimicked how he always teased your throat - a brush of the mouth, a lick of the tongue, a hard, cold bite of his teeth. You held onto him as you kissed along his neck, softening the skin under your wet lips. Loki’s breathing was picking up and you could feel his chest heaving below you. His face remained aimed towards the ceiling and you wished you could see his eyes from here.
Kissing your way back up to the spot below his ear, you paused and felt the thrumming of his pulse beneath your lips. There was something magnetic about feeling his pulse. Loki was beautiful in nearly every way, shape, and form, making him appear unreal at times. But as you felt the little drumming of his pulse, you realized that even though Loki was a nearly perfect god, he was also a man too. That pulse was pumping blood, circulating life within Loki that could be taken away just as easily as it was granted to him. That pulse heated his bones, fueled his heart, strengthened his mind. That pulse hammered and worked to maintain the energy of Loki’s sturdy, powerful body.
That pulse was currently fluttering for you.
You latched your lips over the spot and began sucking, worrying the skin between your teeth slightly as you made your way to mark him. Loki groaned your name as he rolled his hips upwards against you, his nails digging into your back painfully. You continued to suck on him, wanting this bruise - if there should be one - to be as big, as bright, and as blaringly obvious as the glittering pendant around your neck.
Finally, you detached your lips from his skin and sat back. There, where your mouth was planted just seconds ago, was the start of a bruise. Little flares of blue and purple were dotted with red speckles, indicating that Loki - at least, in that spot - was yours. You allowed your eyes to drift back to Loki’s only to find that they were shut tightly.
“Loki?” you asked. His breathing was still choppy as you pressed your hands to his chest. “Did I go too far?”
Loki lifted one of his hands and dragged his fingers along the bruise. He did not open his eyes as he caressed the mark on his skin. His middle finger pressed over it in the same way he would do to your clit. When his hand dropped and landed on your waist again, his grip was tight and possessive.
“Again,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I’m sorry?”
“Again. Mark me again. Now.”
His hands cupped your ass and slid you forward so there was truly no sliver of space between you. Your pants were thin and Loki must have realized that, for he slid his hands beneath your waistband and began groping your ass. You squirmed as you went back to kissing his neck. Your mouth wandered his skin until you found the next spot you wanted to mark - the curve of his neck just above his collarbone. You pushed the collar of his shirt over with your mouth before latching onto the skin.
As you sucked on his throat, Loki began grinding you against his cock. He hissed out your name as he guided you along. You scratched your teeth on him a bit harder this time, and when he moaned louder than you ever heard, you fully bit down on him. Loki cursed and he pressed you firmly down onto his lap. As you leaned back to admire the second bruise, Loki retracted his hands from your ass and grabbed your face. He pulled your face forward and crashed his lips against yours.
This kiss was fiery, full of hunger and longing. You continued to rock against him as he devoured your mouth. Tongues danced, teeth clattered, and lips rubbed together with a passion so hot it could have burned you. When Loki pulled back, you whimpered at the sight of his red, swollen lips.
“I didn’t plan on fucking you again tonight. I wanted to make you wait until tomorrow,” Loki said. “I’m afraid I’m the one with no patience now.”
“Fuck me, Master. Please,” you gasped. Loki pulled you back down to kiss him. Your hands fumbled with the buttons on the front of his shirt. When his shirt was finally open, you ran your hands along the planes of his abdomen and moaned. You wanted to mark every bit of his skin and you wanted Loki to return the favor.
“Touch me,” Loki murmured against your lips as you smoothed your palms over him. You quickly dropped your hands to his pants. You lifted yourself just a bit as you unbuckled his belt and opened his pants just enough to slip his cock out. You tugged your lips away from Loki’s so you could look down at his cock. You wrapped your hand around him and nearly whimpered at the image of your tiny hand attempting to wrap around his large cock. You pumped him quickly, running your thumb over the flushed head. Loki began kissing your neck, tongue licking over the bruises he had left over and over again. “Good girl. Just like that.”
“I want your cock in me, Master. Please, I need you to fuck me,” you said, tilting your head back to give Loki more room to kiss.
Loki rested his hands on your stomach and he pushed you off of him. You stumbled back a bit before Loki grabbed you and spun you around. He pressed his hand to the back of your shoulders and pushed you down so you were bent over the table. The structure shook as you landed on it, squeaking and wobbling. Trailing two fingers down your spine, Loki made your pajamas disappear.
“Arch your back for me, little girl. Show me that tight little ass,” Loki commanded. You stretched yourself, pushing your ass upwards and dipping your spine lower. You looked at Loki over your shoulder as his fingers drew shapes along your back. “That’s it, darling. Show me what’s mine.”
You spread your legs further and reached your arms across the small table. You felt cool air hit your wet pussy as you showed Loki your glistening arousal. There was a dark noise rumbling in his throat as one hand cupped your ass. His cock rocked against your folds, teasing you with the weight of his shaft.
“Loki,” you whimpered. “What lesson is this?”
“There is no lesson,” Loki growled. He leaned over you and you felt the fabric of his shirt brush against your back. “I just want to fuck my dirty little girl.”
Your eyes widened as Loki pushed his cock inside of you. You cursed and grabbed onto the table, your head falling back against your shoulders as he bottomed out. He was reaching the depths of your body, rubbing against you in a manner you didn’t think was physically possible. You couldn’t deny that you were sore and that it was almost painful having Loki inside of you after he fucked you so vigorously before, yet there was something sweet and desirable about this pain. It was a reminder that even after Loki fucked you, the feeling of him would still be there.
And then, his hand found your hair and he grabbed it. He slid his cock out and shoved it back in, and did not slow down. His belt slapped your ass with every hard, eager thrust and you found yourself wishing it was his hand. He had only teased you with one smack before but you wanted more. Your jaw fell open and you nearly begged for it, but then his chest was pressed to yours, his bare torso rubbing against you from his open shirt, and you lost all forms of cohesive thought.
“I shouldn’t be fucking your right now,” Loki grunted in your ear, tugging your head back further with a hard pull of your hair. “I should be letting you rest. What happened to taking care of you?”
“I t-think this can be c-categorized as taking care of me in some r-respect,” you stuttered, laughing a bit. Loki chuckled into your neck as he bit down on your shoulder, tongue licking over your skin.
“Perhaps you’re right,” Loki said, his cock jabbing into your even faster. “Or perhaps you’re just a little whore who can’t go five minutes without begging for her Master’s cock. Is that it?”
Your cunt clenched around Loki’s cock, a wave of wetness rolling through you. Was this normal? Fuck it, nothing was normal about your life, you realized. Not only did you get off on being called good and sweet and darling, apparently you were about to get off on being called a dirty girl and a little whore. Not that you minded, you sort of felt that way with how wanton you were. So, you pushed your ass back to meet Loki’s thrusts and you winked at him from over your shoulder.
“Maybe I am. But you’re the one fucking this whore, just remember that.”
Loki’s eyes widened and a wicked grin formed on his still swollen lips. He grabbed your hair harder and you nearly shrieked as he bit your ear.
“Such a smart mouth on you, slut. I should put it to better use again,” Loki hissed. “But for now, I’m going to cum in this dirty cunt and you’re going to take it all.”
“Oh, fuck,” you gasped as Loki straightened his back and rested one hand on your hip, the other still tangled in the tresses of your hair.
Loki showed you no mercy as he fucked you. Every sinful, dirty word dripped from his lips like honey and you drank it up, rolling yourself in it with complete acceptance. He pushed you further against the table, pounding you into the wood as if he meant to ingrain you into the structure. The table croaked beneath you, protesting Loki’s aggressive thrusts. It was shaking, trembling under the weight of you two.
“Take my cock, baby. You like when your Master fucks you like you’re a whore, huh? You like feeling my cock in your tight little pussy?” Loki asked, though you knew he knew the answer to it all. Yes, yes, yes. You loved it all. Loki snickered as he ran his nails down your back. “I know you were thinking about this before. I brought it up and your cheeks got flushed. It was so delightful seeing you squirm. Tell me, pet, is this what you wanted?”
“This is even better,” you said quickly. “Fuck, right there. Please, Master, please cum inside of me.”
“Begging for my cum like a little cumslut,” Loki chuckled. “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear. Beg me for it. Beg me to cum inside of your filthy cunt.”
“Please, Loki! Please cum inside of me. I’m begging you, please. Mark me, claim me, fuck - I’m your’s. Please cum in me Master. I need it,” you gasped out, your climax quickly approaching. The hand not wrapped in your hair fell to your clit and he began tapping it, circling it with nimble fingers. Loki leaned over you again and kissed your shoulder.
“Cum for me, little girl,” Loki purred as his hips slapped against your ass. His cock pulsed within you and you lost all control. You came with a shout of his name, your fingers scratching against the table. You gripped the table with weak hands as you tightened around Loki’s cock. He growled and fucked into you deeper, faster. His thrusts were stinging but it was a divine sort of pain.
There was a groan, and it was not from Loki. Then, the sound of cracking filled the room. You felt the wood of the table split beneath your stomach and with a snap, the table broke.
Loki grabbed you and pulled you upwards, his cock still wedged within you. Apparently, the shattered table falling to the ground didn’t phase him. He continued to fuck you as if nothing went wrong. The thought of him being so delirious with pleasure that nothing could pull him from this mindset was intoxicating because it was you who was doing this to him, who was giving him this feeling. You whimpered, your cunt spasming again as Loki pressed your clit harder. His thrusts became stuttered and with one sharp, deep push of his cock, he came.
Loki gasped out your name and as he shot his cum into you, he bit down on your shoulder. You writhed against him, grinding against his cock and milking his orgasm. Loki held you down on him, his cock pulsing within you still. When the streams of his cum finally slowed, he sighed and kissed the back of your neck slowly. You felt Loki’s cum dripping down your legs as he slowly pulled himself out. He fell onto the chair behind him and tugged you on top of him. You watched his cum leak from your cunt and onto his opened pants.
“Loki,” you whimpered weakly. “Stain...it’ll stain…”
“Hush pet, let it,” Loki murmured, rubbing your naked back. “It’s just another way for you to mark me.”
You lifted your head from his chest and admired the bruises still etched into his neck. They were darker now, a bit less red and you felt a sudden burst of pride swell within you. You reached up and turned Loki’s head towards you so you could kiss him. Loki’s kiss was slower this time, a bit more relaxed. Pulling back, he sighed and stared at the broken table on the ground.
“Looks like I’ll need to redecorate your apartment again,” he snorted. You curled up further into him but turned to look at the table. You couldn’t hold back the fits of laughter that escaped your lips.
“I was a virgin only a few days ago. Now I’m breaking tables,” you giggled.
“That wasn’t the plan for tonight,” he chuckled. He glanced at the clock and grimaced. “I didn’t mean to keep you up this late.”
“It’s okay,” you said with a smile. “I’d gladly lose sleep over you any day.”
“So much for getting cleaned up,” Loki snickered, wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead. “I find I quite like you all dirtied up, though. I should keep you this way.”
“If you keep me this way then I definitely won’t need that book back,” you pointed out, poking Loki’s chest.
“You won’t be getting that book back regardless,” Loki said, kissing your forehead. “There’s no need for it anymore now that I’m here.”
“But what if I want to think about you when you’re away?” you asked.
“There are plenty of other ways to entertain yourself, pet,” Loki noted, a dark, intimate shadow covering his face.
“What do you mean?” you asked, tilting your head.
“You’ll see tomorrow.”
“You’re making me wait again?”
“Was fucking you twice in one night not enough to soothe your aches, my dearest?” Loki asked.
“Like you said, Loki. We’re magnets,” you stressed, gripping his open shirt.
“Yes, we are, pet. But you will have to wait,” Loki said, hugging you closer to him. You squeezed your thighs together and more of his cum dripped out onto his pants but Loki seemed not to care. Instead, he brushed two fingers along your jaw.
“Loki…”
Loki cupped your cheek and moved in to kiss you. However, right before his lips touched yours, he chuckled. He licked his lips and his tongue just barely brushed your mouth.
“Tomorrow’s lesson will be quite fun,” he whispered. “Yes, I believe you will enjoy it. You will enjoy it very, very much.”
Notes:
As I said, they're in the mood to break a table or two
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Chapter 6: Chains, Bruises, And A Gift From The God Of Sex Himself
Summary:
Loki feels out of control when it comes to your job, and that is certainly not something he’s used to. He concocts a plan to figure out why your job makes you so miserable and if there is any possible way to help you. But before he can execute it, he decides to gift you with something special for your next lesson.
Notes:
Happy Sex God Friday!! I actually had a lot of trouble figuring this chapter out so hopefully it turned out okay. Loki's stubborn like that.
Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Loki hated a lot of things.
He hated your curtains, for one thing. He hated humidity, not for the stickiness and sweat it caused. No, he hated humidity for the sole purpose that it made his hair feel stiff and unruly. That was a crime in and of itself. He hated Fifty Shades of Grey - but really, everyone knew that already and if they didn’t, he would tell them about his opinions passionately. He hated the color tan. It made no sense and it was bland. Fuck tan.
Loki hated a lot of things, but he had come to realize that you going to work was pretty high on his list of things to sneer at.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to work. He was not the type of man to force his woman to sit home, clean the kitchen, and present him with a roast when he came home. He had seen that in a few Midgardian television shows back when they were presented in black and white. Loki, for one, was not a fan.
Though, he did like the dresses.
In his mind, doing something you loved helped define a good life. Whether it was mucking stalls or creating literature or exploring the realms, if you were happy doing it, then that's what mattered. And if you had been doing something you loved, Loki would have gladly sent you off to work with a smile and perhaps another four or five love bites on your neck.
Well, he did do the latter.
But you weren’t doing what you loved. You weren’t happy. You were miserable.
He saw it in your eyes when you came home last night and he saw it again this morning. There was a dullness that disturbed the usual light of your irises, draining your spirit from your body. But this time, there was something else in your eyes, an emotion or thought he couldn’t quite pin down. That wasn’t comforting to Loki. So far, he had read you pretty well. Not knowing what that look was or why you held it or even what thoughts it provoked left him nearly anxious.
Loki watched as you slung your bag over your shoulder, wrapped a scarf around your neck - which he begrudgingly allowed - and nodded to him before leaving through the front door.
He stared at the door for a few moments, wondering if he should go after you and force you to stay home. No, he shouldn’t do that. That’s not very gentleman-like. But would it be gentleman-like to watch you walk to a place that burned your soul like a stinging toxin? Loki decided in this situation he could not win, therefore, he would hate your job.
There was a huff from beside him and Loki looked down, hands shoved in his pockets as Cooper walked up to him. The dog nudged Loki’s thigh with his nose and tilted his large head.
“Relax, hot-shot. She’s always like this.”
“She’s always miserable, you mean?” Loki asked.
If a dog could shrug, that is precisely what Cooper did.
“I believe it’s more concerning if this is the constant state she lives in,” Loki murmured. “If she is so unhappy, why does she continue to work at this job?”
“It pays better than the one she had before. She needs the money. Not everyone has the fancy shit you do.” Cooper tilted his head and began wagging his tail. “Now scratch my ass, Your Highness.”
Loki did.
And as he scratched Cooper’s ass while standing in the doorway - then on the couch, then on your bed, then in the kitchen - Loki felt his chest aching. His job was to protect you and he was not doing that by letting you live in this sphere of suffering. He didn’t know why you hated your job so much. Even Cooper was unaware as to why it troubled you so much. According to the yawning dog, you talked about almost everything. You talked about your friends, your workouts, your showers, your meals, your shoes, your hair, your showers again - you talked about everything except for work.
That troubled Loki.
You were not only unhappy, but you were bottling things in. You were stuffing your emotions and feelings and thoughts into little jars and shoving them towards the back of your cabinets, never to be looked at or even considered again.
Loki had a few options to go about confronting you about this. The first, of course, being that he would force it out of you. Maybe he’d spank you until you finally screeched and cried about your struggles. And as tempting as that sounded, Loki wanted to save the sweet smack of his palm against your backside for a much more exciting occasion. He dismissed the first option thoughtfully.
The second option included pouring you a large glass of wine - Asgardian, of course - then massaging your shoulders and kissing your neck until you bled the truth like he had sliced your skin. Though, Loki was sure you both would get carried away before anything was accomplished. His cock ached even considering rubbing his large hands along your naked skin so he decided nothing would get figured out with the second option.
The third option involved a jump rope, a chair, a bucket of cold water, and a camera.
No, he shouldn’t do that one.
...should he?
No.
Then, there was the fourth option. The tempting option. The devious option. The option that Loki, God of Mischief, would concoct in the middle of your kitchen holding a glass of wine in one hand and a lamb chop in the other.
The option that would either get him laid or kicked out of your house for good.
As he said, the tempting option.
The thought of that fourth option had a wicked grin growing on his face, one that fueled his chaotic nature and lifted the fine hairs on the back of his neck. But, he would have to wait until tomorrow to execute his plan. He needed to craft it carefully. Until then, Loki would just figure out a way to relax you.
He had just the idea.
*
Stepping through your front door was the best part of this horrible Tuesday.
The second you closed the door behind you, you kicked off your heels and threw your bag onto the ground. You sighed, wiggling your toes against the hardwood floor and relieving the stress that had built up in the balls of your feet. It wasn’t that the day was bad, it was just...weird.
Your boss had ignored you for a good amount of the day - though that could be attributed to you avoiding him for most of the day. When you and Mr. Richards crossed paths in the printing room, you kept your head down, mouth shut, and eyes focused on the task at hand. You even held your breath when he got closer to you, positive that if you exhaled a bit too loudly, he would snap at you again.
But your boss’ prickly behavior wasn’t the odd part. In fact, that was quite normal. What was not normal was Michael.
Just like the day before, Michael had come up to you with a wrapped lunch. He said he prepared it for you just in case you were late again today. You had thanked him, but unlike yesterday, he did not leave after that. He sort of stood there, eyes locked on you, as you swiveled your chair back around to face your desk. You could feel him looking at you and when you geared your eyes towards him, he just smiled.
It wasn’t one of those friendly smiles, the ones that make you blush and push your hair from your face. It wasn’t a cheeky, teasing smile that indicated you had a stain on your dress that you didn’t notice - though considering all the loving that Loki had been giving you, that actually wouldn’t surprise you. It wasn’t even a smile that hinted that he wanted you to open up the lunch and taste it just so you could personally thank him for it even more.
He just smiled.
It was a smile of intention. A smile that whispered that there was something lingering on his mind. A smile that perhaps when looked at with a bit more scrutiny showed that there were provocative thoughts running through his head and his groin.
But you didn’t look any closer. You didn’t realize that there was a twinkle in his eye. Instead, you just nodded and focused on your desk with hard, pointed eyes until he finally walked away.
To make matters even worse, you were turned on the entire day. More than once, you felt your arousal drip down your thighs at the memory of your long and lustful evening with Loki. You were terribly tempted to skip work this morning as you said goodbye to him in the doorway, your need to jump his bones overwhelming you especially after what happened after you went to bed last night. Throughout the day, your thighs were constantly pressed together, trying to relieve the ache throbbing between them.
And now that you were home, you finally released a breath you didn’t know that you had been holding nearly all day. You didn’t realize the tension that you held in your shoulders while at the office - both out of fear of your boss and nervousness around Michael. Being home helped your shoulders relax and your head clear up a bit.
At least Michael’s sandwich made a good dinner. You ate it on the way home. You weren’t going to waste free food.
As you stood in the entryway of your apartment, you noticed that it was unusually quiet. You crept through your apartment, first peeking into your room. The bed was perfectly made, just as you left it, and the bathroom light was off. Frowning, you walked into your living room and then into your kitchen. There was no sign of human activity in the house at all.
But that wasn’t what concerned you.
“Cooper?” you called out, clapping your hands together to try and get his attention. “Buddy, where are you?”
You checked under the newly fixed table - Loki had fixed that last night with a snap of his fingers followed by those fingers sliding back into your cunt and fucking you quickly into another orgasm. You cursed under your breath as you tore your eyes away from the table, ignoring the blossom of heat between your shaking legs. You went back into the living room and flipped up the underside of the couch, knowing it was impossible for Cooper to fit under there but you had to check anyway. You looked under the coffee table, behind the curtains, even in the antique teapot sitting on your mantle.
“Cooper! Baby, come on!” you shouted, beginning to panic. You went to go check in your bedroom but paused as you saw his leash - his only leash - hanging from the coat rack. He was gone and his leash was here. You held back a sob as you hurried into your room, checking under your bed, behind the television, in the bathtub. You collapsed onto your bathroom floor, debating where he could possibly have run off to. Did you leave your door unlocked this morning? Did he slip out somehow? Just as you were beginning to cry, you heard the front door open.
“In you go, you feral creature.”
You jumped up from the tile floor and rushed out of your room. Cooper was running through the front door, his mouth hanging wide open with his pink tongue rolled out. He perked up when he saw you and he fumbled forward. You fell to the ground and wrapped your arms around his neck, holding the fluffy dog close to you.
“Oh my goodness, Cooper! I...where were you?” you asked, pulling back and scratching his face. He made a noise and you looked up. Loki was closing the door behind him, a confused yet fond look on his face as he watched you and your dog. Cooper licked your cheek and brushed past you to waddle into the living room. You watched him shake his coat out, circle around three times, then plop down and proceed to fall asleep. You lifted yourself to your feet slowly and looked back at Loki. Your mouth watered a bit as you watched him take his coat off - a long, gray piece - and roll up the sleeves of his gray turtleneck sweater. “You...he...what happened?”
“Hello to you too, pet,” Loki said, striding over to you. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled your body against his. You gasped softly as your body met his, his dark eyes gleaming down at you. “We were just on a walk.”
“You walked him again? Without his leash?” you asked, jaw dropped. Loki’s fingers came to rest below your chin and he pushed it upwards, closing your mouth with a soft clink of your teeth. His thumb traced over your lips gently.
“He doesn’t need one,” he murmured. “Not with me, at least.”
“How is that even possible? I practically have to drag him along the sidewalk because he hates walking,” you chuckled, turning your head to look at your sleeping dog in the next room.
“I promised him a large, rare steak when he got home if he behaved,” Loki said with a shrug. “Speaking of which…”
Loki lifted one hand from your hip and snapped his fingers. There was a glow in front of Cooper which, when it faded away, left behind a silver plate with a huge ribeye laying on it.
“You’re going to fatten him up even more,” you noted, shaking your head and turning back to Loki. You fell forward and let your head rest on his chest. You shut your eyes, listening to the quiet pattern of his steady heartbeat. Immediately, you calmed down, your body melting into his embrace. Loki’s hand stroked along your spine, his fingers pressing a bit harder into your shoulders when he reached them, only to lighten up as he let his hand travel downwards again.
“You’re tense,” he mumbled. “What is wrong?”
“I thought Cooper got out somehow. It just worried me,” you said into his sweater. You took a deep breath in and nearly moaned. If there was one single thing that confirmed that Loki was a god, it was the fact that he could climb all of those flights of stairs to your apartment and still smell like he stepped right out of a shower made of flowers.
“Why would you have any reason to believe Cooper would leave or that I would let him?” Loki asked, chuckling. Your head bounced against his chest and you buried yourself into him further.
“I don’t know,” you mumbled, the sound muffled by the expensive fabric beneath your lips. Loki pinched the back of your neck with his hand and forced you to look up at him. He was giving you a cold expression, one laced with dominance and the command to tell him the truth. You pursed your lips and shrugged as best you could with your arms around him. “It’s just been a weird day.”
“What happened?” Loki asked.
“Work is just stressful. Don’t worry about it.” You smiled at him as best you could. You didn’t want to talk about what happened today. You felt paranoid for no reason. Your boss was prickly and your coworker smiled at you - so what? You probably didn’t get enough sleep last night.
Perhaps that wouldn’t have happened if Loki stayed in bed with me, you thought with a bit of saltiness.
He said he had neglected his prayers all day so you let him sit in the living room and listen to his worshippers while you pretended to sleep. You were a bit ashamed to admit that there was a pang of jealousy in your stomach after he kissed your forehead and walked out of your room, shutting the door behind you. He was the God of Sex, you knew what people prayed to him about. You were one of those people, too.
You stayed awake for a while, wondering what Loki was doing. Was he stretched out, hand stroking over his cock as he listened to the sexual pleas of his followers? Were his eyes closed in ecstasy, imagining the bodies of those who worshipped him? Was he even still in the living room?
You had debated once or twice or ten times if you should get up, strut into the living room nude, and ride him until his thoughts belonged to you and only you. And when you almost did do that, feet already swung over the side of the bed, you realized you couldn’t. You didn’t own Loki, no matter how much a small, insignificant piece of you may have wanted that. Because in your mind - the mind that always told you that you were not good enough, the mind that convinced you to pray to Loki in the first place - you, too, were small and insignificant. That evil voice in the back of your head whispered its toxic noise to you - how could Loki truly want you?
You barely knew him. And really, it had less than a week of him falling into your bed. He was someone to fuck, someone to protect you, and apparently someone to walk your dog. You couldn’t blame him for indulging his followers - he was their god too, after all. Just because you were the first prayer he answered personally did not guarantee that you were the last.
You had looked at him this morning with that same jealousy in your heart. It was a feeling of not knowing what he was doing, where he would go, or who he would be with when you walked away. Mixed with the dread and anxiety of going to work, you were a cocktail labeled emotional disaster.
Now, you held him a bit tighter in your hallway, pressed your cheek a bit firmer against his chest, and prayed a bit harder that Loki would be as loyal to you as you wanted him to be. And as you held him, you knew there was one definite way that Loki wanted you. He must have sensed your discomfort or stress or maybe even your wandering thoughts, because he caught your chin between his fingers again and looked into your eyes.
“Please talk to me, sweet,” Loki whispered. “Tell me what’s going on in your silly little mind.”
“I want you,” you said quietly, moving your hands to rest against his chest. You gripped Loki’s sweater and let your eyes drift downwards. You saw the way the collar of his turtleneck sweater covered the bruises on his neck - the bruises you left - and you suddenly understood why Loki was so irritated by you wearing a scarf. You quickly removed your scarf and tossed it onto the ground. You tipped your head backwards, presenting your neck to Loki. “Please. I’ve been thinking about you all day. I’ve been wet all day because of you. You told me I would enjoy today’s lesson. Please, Master, teach me my lesson.”
Loki knew what you were doing. He could see the questioning and the insecurity in your eyes. You wanted to distract him from whatever was plaguing your mind. He would get to the bottom of this. But when you tilted your head back, exposing the pendant dangling over your breasts and the bite marks he left all over your neck, Loki found his cock hardening faster than he could imagine. Here you were, bitten and bruised and blatantly marked as his, and you were still presenting yourself to him for more.
It stroked his ego just a tad.
“You tempt me,” Loki hissed as he leaned down and brushed the edge of his perfectly tipped nose along your skin. “Are you my submissive little pet?”
“Yes, Master,” you breathed out.
“Prove it.”
Immediately, and without any question, you fell to your knees. You placed your hands on your thighs and stared up at Loki. You licked your lips and begged him with your eyes to touch you, fuck you, give you anything. Loki smirked and knelt down so he was perched on one knee. His hand brushed down your chest, fingers tracing along the v-neck of your dress. He hummed softly as he dipped one hand below the fabric and began fondling your breast. You gasped as a flood of wetness rushed from your cunt.
“Loki,” you whimpered, leaning into his touch. His fingers were teasing your nipple, running the bud in his grip. He was pleasantly surprised to feel that you weren’t wearing a bra and he appreciated that there would be one less article of clothing for him to tear through tonight. Loki leaned in, his lips pressed just over yours but not quite ready to kiss you.
“I know what you’re doing pet,” he murmured. “You’re trying to distract me. Very well, I’ll let you just this once. But know this, little one, you cannot keep secrets from me. I am Loki, God of Lies, and I know when you’re fibbing. Things were not just stressful. Something has been on your mind. I will find it out. But for now, I will indulge you with my tongue, my cock, and my cum. I told you that you would enjoy today’s lesson. Allow that to distract you from whatever has been happening. Perhaps I can even ease the ache.”
“Yes, Loki,” you said with a nod.
“Good girl.” Loki grinned against your lips. “Now kiss me.”
You fisted your hands in his sweater and tugged him forward, practically forcing him to lose the precious balance he maintained on that single, slim knee. His lips were sweet and a bit chilled from the breeze of the outdoors. Loki’s hand grabbed your hair, tugging your head back sharply. You were learning to love that feeling, the distinct stinging on your scalp and the burn of your roots. Loki arched over you, your back bending a bit as he kissed you. He was crowding your space, filling the air with him and him alone.
Loki pulled his lips away and you frowned. He chuckled and kissed you again briefly, but when you made to chase his lips again, his hand locked around your throat.
“I am so looking forward to playing with you tonight, little one,” Loki said. He squeezed his hand a bit tighter and you gasped. Memories of the night before flooded your mind, reminding you of how his hand locked around your throat as he fucked into you with that large, delicious cock. Loki tilted his head as he dragged his thumb along your windpipe. “Do you like this, darling? Having something wrapped around your neck, choking you ever...so...slightly…?” His hand tightened with every word he spoke and your eyes fluttered shut.
“Yes, Master,” you whispered.
“I can’t keep my hand wrapped around you forever,” he murmured. You tried to fight the urge to frown and pout and beg. “But perhaps we can figure something out.”
Loki’s hand fell to your pendant. He ran his fingers along the intricate gold chain. His eyes glowed a bit, the large surge of magic from the necklace flaring his powers. He groaned, his cock hardening as the magic seeped into his skin. And you felt it too, that magnetic pull. Even though you were still kneeling, you spread your legs and felt your cunt locking around the air.
“Please, Loki,” you whimpered, practically rutting against the air. Loki’s eyes shut tightly and he rolled his head back, a look of divine pleasure masking his features. The tips of his fingers began to glow and you felt a chill run along your neck. You looked down and watched as Loki transformed the pendant before your very eyes. The chain began to shrink as it crawled up your throat. Link by link, it got shorter until it hugged your neck. The stone dangled from the chain, still brilliant and green, and when you swallowed, you could feel it bobble against your windpipe. Loki’s eyes opened slowly, the glow gone from them and his hands as he observed his work.
“Such a beautiful pet,” he whispered. He lifted his hand and conjured a mirror. “Look at yourself.”
“Oh wow.” You ran your fingers along the delicate chain, now wrapped tightly around your neck. It was pretty snug, you could tell from the way the braids of the chain pressed into your skin. You turned your head to the side and saw the chain pressed into one of the many bruises Loki had left along the side of your neck. “It’s like…”
“A collar.” He grinned. “A pretty one.”
“I like it,” you said, running the tips of your fingers along the front of the necklace. You flicked the stone - now smaller but just as glorious - and sent it swinging back and forth. “It’s rather tight, though.”
“That’s the point,” Loki mumbled. “I can change it back but...no, no I won’t. Not right now. I quite like this look.”
“If that’s what pleases you then I’ll wear it proudly,” you said, looking up at Loki through your lashes. He dropped the mirror to the floor but it made no sound as it disappeared in a dusting of gold sparkles. Loki hooked two fingers under the tight chain and pulled you forward.
“It’s a nice new toy for you.” Loki licked his lips. “In fact, it won’t be the only toy I gift you.” Loki tugged the chain as he stood. “Come along, pet. It’s time to play.” You went to stand but Loki gave you a sharp look. “No.”
You swallowed and nodded slowly. You took a deep breath and tried to fight away the stubborn blush that wanted to paint your cheeks. Loki lifted his brow as you leaned forward onto your hands and knees. You kept your eyes focused on the ground, not wanting to meet his intimidating gaze while in a position of such deep and utter submission.
Loki’s thumb hooked under your chin - something you were beginning to get used to - and he tilted your head up.
“Color, sweet?”
You paused and chewed your lip. “Green.”
“Are you sure?” he asked insistently.
“Yes,” you said, nodding quickly. The chain around your neck strained and you whimpered, but it was a pleasurable pain.
Loki smiled softly. “You are so brilliant and I am so proud of you for trying these things with me.”
He straightened his back as you preened under his praise. He tugged your chain again and you followed him. You didn’t care that your dress and hands were running along the probably dirty ground. The only thing you could think of was that Loki thought you were brilliant and he was proud of you.
As he led you into your room, Loki turned and he eyed Cooper’s leash thoughtfully.
Another time.
Loki shut your door behind you and walked you over to the bed. He let his fingers slip from the chain around your neck and you took in a deep breath. He knelt on the bed and patted his lap. Immediately, you jumped up and climbed into his lap. His cock was hard beneath you as you tangled your fingers in his silky hair.
“What’s tonight’s lesson?” you asked.
“I told you last night that I’m going to give you a way to think of me when I’m not here that does not involve that ridiculous fucking book,” Loki purred as he slowly flipped you over. He rested you on your back as he leaned down to kiss your neck, right where the chain was tightened around your throat. His hands coasted up your thighs, pushing your dress upwards. Loki chuckled then looked up at you. “Not that I plan on depriving myself from your body for all that long. Think of it as a...security measure.”
As his hands pushed your dress further up your body, Loki began kissing your neck again. You were dripping wet, legs spreading and hips grinding upwards. Loki moaned against your throat as his hands met your hips. He froze when his fingers brushed over your waist. He looked up and furrowed his brows.
“No underwear?”
“No,” you whispered, shaking your head a bit. “I wanted to be ready to take you whenever you wanted me.”
The smile that broke out on Loki’s face was devilish, sinister, evil, and proud.
“Good girl. Such a good girl,” Loki said with a dark laughter.
He surged forward and pressed his lips to yours, tasting you in a feral, desperate manner. His tongue caressed yours and slid along your teeth, soaking in your taste. You reached up to immerse yourself further in his kiss, but the chain around your neck tightened and dug into your skin. The feeling of it scratching along the bruises already left on your neck flared up the heat between your thighs.
He hiked your dress up further and lifted himself above you. Two fingers traced over your hips, the tip of your mound, and then down the slickness of your seam. You spread your legs further and tightened your grip on Loki. The pads of his fingers circled over your clit in small, quick motions. The pressure he was applying forced you to squirm around, your body writhing like a maniac.
“Dance on my fingers, baby girl,” Loki said after pulling his lips away from yours. “You look so beautiful like this.”
His hand - that large, exceptional, talented hand - was working your body magically. His pace was quick and he smiled down at you wickedly, taking pleasure in the erratic movements of your body. Your hands fell to the sheets, gripping them tightly.
“Oh, Loki. Fuck yes,” you cried, riding his hand.
“I was going to start your lesson,” Loki murmured. “But I find I want to bury my tongue in your tender pussy first.”
And he did. He slid down your body, removing his sweater in the process, and settled between your thighs. He arched his neck and you watched the two bruises you bit into his skin stretch and flash themselves at you.
“They’re still there,” you whispered, pointing at his neck. Loki reached up and pressed his fingers to the bruise near his collarbone, then to the one over his pulse. He hummed and pressed them harder until you saw his flesh change color.
“Yes, I quite like them,” Loki mused. “I think I’m going to keep them.”
Loki gripped your thigh and began kissing along the inside of it, teeth scraping your skin not so delicately. His hair fell behind his shoulder as he began sucking on your inner thigh. His mouth worked the skin, licking and nibbling on it. There was a dull pain that erupted in your leg from his attention, but as his tongue traced over the raised skin, you felt nothing but absolute, possessive pleasure. He pulled back and stared at your leg, admiring the bruise that now donned it as a way to match the two that were implanted in his neck.
“What if I wanted to leave mo - oh!” You trembled as Loki’s tongue connected with your clit. In the same way his fingers had done, he massaged you and flicked your clit with quick, rough motions with his tongue. The sounds he was making were obscene and only reminded you of how sopping wet you actually were.
His broad shoulders kept your legs pushed far apart. The side of his shoulder kept bumping against the fresh bruise there, forcing shudders to awaken within you and slither down your spine. Loki lifted a single hand and snapped his fingers. You watched as the light fabric of your dress disappeared from your body in a quick glimmer. Loki rose from your cunt and smiled at you with wet lips.
“Touch your breasts for your Master. Let me see you play with yourself,” Loki said before dipping back down. The hand that had magicked your dress away was now running along your seam. Two fingers stretched out and sunk inside of your hole.
“Loki!” You nearly shouted his name as you gripped your breasts. You teased your nipples between your fingers as Loki fingered you. He watched the pace you set on yourself and matched it. When your fingers slowed, so did his. When they sped up, he increased his pace. And considering you wanted him to finger you fast and hard, you took to rubbing your breasts rather quickly.
Loki was relentless. He took everything he wanted from you and more. Your legs were trembling and aching from the reactions he was pulling from your body. You were so close to cumming that you weren’t sure how much more you would be able to handle. You bit your lip and tossed your head back, straining the chain around your neck again.
“More! More, Master, please! I beg you,” you moaned, rolling your hips along his face.
“More? You want more, pet?” Loki taunted, curling his fingers within you. You nodded but Loki just growled and bit your thigh, directly over the spot he had already bruised. “Speak, little girl. I don’t like when you don’t use your voice.”
“Yes, Master. Please give me more.”
And like the bastard he was, Loki stopped.
You let your hands fall from your breasts as you raised yourself onto your elbows. Loki was kneeling before you and you could clearly see his erection tenting his trousers.
“It’s time for your lesson, my dear,” he said. Loki had been thinking of this particular lesson for quite a while - well, as much as a while could be when he had only known you for five days. He had touched himself last night just thinking about what he could do to you, the things he could make you feel, the noises you’d make during this lesson. And as his eyes swept down your nude body, he felt that familiar urge to grip his cock in his hand and fuck his fist again.
He was getting carried away before he even got started.
Loki pressed his palms together. A wave of green magic rolled over his hands. Loki narrowed his eyes, concentrating on his hands as he slowly separated them. As his hands pulled apart, the green glow moved with him. It shifted into a long, cylindrical object. Loki gripped the item in one hand and smiled as the glow of the shape dimmed ever so slightly. You tilted your head curiously as Loki spun it in his hand.
“Do you know what this is, little one?” Loki asked.
“No, I don’t,” you admitted.
Loki tapped the top of the item against his palm. “Ah, yes you don’t have something exactly like this on Midgard.” Loki looked up at you and grinned. “Tell me, pet, how would you feel if you could get fucked by my cock even when I’m not here?”
“I’d probably go crazy. I’d never stop being turned on. Well, that’s already a real issue but you get the point,” you said with a giggle.
Loki hummed and ran his hand along the item still balanced carefully in one hand. “What if I could give that to you?”
“What do you mean?”
Loki rested the item on your stomach and you flinched. It was warm and hard, just like his cock. You tentatively ran your fingers along it and gasped at how much it felt like Loki’s actual cock. You looked up at Loki with your jaw dropped and your pupils wide.
“This, my dear, is a special toy from Asgard. It is made to replicate the cock of its creator. I invented this within my first week of becoming the God of Sex. Such a nice gift to my followers, in my opinion.” Loki gestured to himself. “But given that I don’t really want you to prefer a toy over me, I made some modifications. It’s not as long, not as thick, and certainly can’t fuck you the way that I can.”
There was a growl to his tone that had you taking in a sharp breath. You could see it in his eyes - he was challenging you. Challenging you to want the toy more. Challenging you to prefer it over him. Challenging you to toss him away and not need him anymore. Instead, you picked the toy up and wrapped your lips around it. You bobbed your head back and forth twice before slipping it from your mouth.
“You’re right. It’s good, but it will never compare to you,” you said, placing the toy down.
Loki leaned down and kissed you again, sweeping your breath from your lungs with such ease. When he pulled back, he lifted the toy up and tapped your lips with it.
“Good girl,” he whispered. He took you by the wrist and lifted your hand up. He placed the toy in your grasp. With one last kiss, Loki climbed off of you and waved his hand. A leather chair manifested in front of your bed and Loki sat down regally. “Now, time to put on a show for me.”
“Excuse me?” you asked.
Loki gestured his chin to the glowing green toy in your hand. “Remember our first lesson? Play with yourself. Show me how good you can make yourself feel.”
You looked down at the toy and realized why Loki hadn’t made you cum before. That was your job tonight, apparently. He had fingered you, preparing your body to take a toy that was slightly less magnificent than his body. Nodding, you let yourself lay back down all the way before dragging the toy down your body.
You marveled at how similar it felt to Loki’s cock, despite it being green and glowing and just a plain cylinder. When you reached the apex of your thighs, you risked a glance at Loki. He was staring at you, one elbow resting on the arm of the chair and his other arm draped over his lap. The look in his eyes was dark, taunting almost. You wanted to please him. You wanted to make him so crazy with want for you - only you - that he would rush out of that chair and fuck you.
You licked your lips and began inserting the tip of the toy inside of you. You tossed your head back, eyes wide at the feel of the toy. If it resembled Loki in your mouth, it really resembled him in your pussy. But there was still some sort of itch that needed to be scratched, a need that could not be fulfilled by the toy. You felt yourself flutter around the toy as you brought it as deep as it would go. You could have laughed at how right Loki was - his own cock would go just deeper and that missing bit was more than noticeable.
Still, it was better than your little fingers.
Moans fell from your lips as you began fucking the toy in and out of you. Yes, this was exactly what you needed when Loki would be away - not that you ever wanted that. You could even feel the ridges of his cock as you moved the toy inside of you.
You moved the toy faster as your other hand fell to your clit. You rubbed yourself in tight, small circles just as Loki had shown you how to do. Your hips were rocking downwards, forcing the toy to go as deep as it could reach.
“Loki! Oh, Loki,” you moaned, your head resting back against the pillow. Your legs spread wider and you shut your eyes, imagining that he was actually above you. You imagined the lustful look in his eyes as his cock thrusted in and out of you, the sinful way he’d whisper in your ear. You tossed your head around and the chain tightened around your throat. Surely, there would be marks where the chain had rested around your neck in the morning. You wanted that, you wanted to be branded by Loki. So, you stretched your neck further and prayed for the chain to tighten so forcefully around your throat that it felt like the warmth of Loki’s hand.
There was a soft, barely noticeable groan from across the room. Between your own whimpering and the sound of the toy fucking into your wetness, you almost missed it. However, you were practically trained to hear Loki’s little gasps and moans. You lifted your head, the stone of your choker bumping against your windpipe, and you opened your eyes.
What you saw had you fucking the toy into your body even faster, if that was possible.
Loki was sitting in his chair with one hand gripping the arm of the chair so tightly, you could see the leather ripping. At some point during your show, Loki had released his cock from the tight confines of his pants. His hand was working over it with so much pressure, his knuckles were pure white. His nostrils flared as he flicked his wrist and under his breath, he uttered your name.
You two watched each other pleasure yourselves. As he stroked himself, you whimpered his name. He licked his lips and you parted yours, your mouth missing the feeling of his tongue within it. Your fingers moved faster over your clit and Loki finally broke the staring contest to watch your maneuvers. He smirked as his hand pumped himself faster, harder. He bucked his hips upwards into his fist as he watched the toy slide in and out of your body.
You let out a particularly loud moan and you tossed your head back, the chain reddening your skin. The toy was pressing to that especially sensitive part within you and Loki growled. He gripped the chair harder and with a particularly hard fuck into his hand, Loki realized he was jealous.
He was jealous of how the chain was wrapped around your neck. That, he thought, should certainly be his hand. He was jealous of how your fingers were slipping over your clit. Those, too, should be the pads of his own dexterous fingers. And that toy - fuck, that damned toy - should be his cock. It should be his cock pumping in and out of your body, thrusting into you with such violent force that the bed shook and tears fell from your eyes.
But this was a lesson. Yes, he was proving to you that even without his touch, you could satisfy yourself.
Perhaps you were satisfying yourself a bit too well without him. That had to be stopped.
Loki stood abruptly from his chair and waved it into nonexistence. His pants melted from his body as he stepped over piles of books and records and clothes to meet your bedside. Your eyes were still shut as you played with yourself. Loki growled and grabbed your face. Your eyes popped open as he forced your face towards him.
“Suck,” he commanded, leaving no room for argument. Your eyes sparkled with submission as he guided your face forward. The chain strained and cut off part of your air supply but you continued to lean closer to him.
You took his cock into your mouth and moaned in delight. That was what you needed. The weight of him on your tongue was familiar and comforting. Loki grabbed the back of your hair and began fucking your throat, shoving his cock into your mouth with grunts falling from his lips. You kept your head still, allowing Loki to use you as he pleased. And apparently, how he pleased was rough and fast. Not that you were complaining.
You were so caught up with the thrusts of Loki’s cock between your lips that you forgot about the toy within you. Having both the toy and Loki’s cock surrounding you only proved to you that nothing could compare to the god. Loki growled when you stopped playing with yourself and he brutally pinched your nipple.
“Keep playing with yourself. I never said to stop,” he hissed. You whimpered and gripped the toy again, pressing it into yourself. You moaned around Loki’s cock, earning a sharp gasp from the man above you. “Look at you, taking two of my cocks. Well, almost two. Tell me, sweet, would you like to have two of my cocks?”
You nodded as best you could with his cock halfway down your throat. Loki chuckled and gripped your hair harder, pushing you down further.
“I could make it happen, you know. I bet you’d love that, my little cockslut. Oh, that’s my good girl. Such a filthy little girl,” Loki grunted. “Do you need to cum, baby? Do you want to cum on your Master’s toy?”
He didn’t let you answer. Instead, he reached down and pressed his fingers over yours, putting double the amount of pressure on your clit. You moaned, choking and sputtering around his cock.
“Cum, little girl. Cum for your Master. Make me proud,” Loki purred.
With a deep press of his fingers and a sharp thrust of the toy, you came. You tried to moan Loki’s name but with his cock in your mouth, it came out more like a squeal. And Loki loved it. As you hit your climax, he pushed you all the way down onto his cock and came. He shot his load down your throat, making you choke from both his cum and the necklace. He pulled his cock out even though he was still cumming. His cum spurt over your face and your throat.
“Loki, oh, thank you,” you gasped hoarsely as his streams of cum slowed down to a mere drop. You sighed and fell back, a lazy smile on your face. Loki hummed and slipped the toy from you. He cleaned it with a wave of his hand and placed it on the bed beside you.
He admired the way you looked right now. Sated, happy, rolling in your orgasm. But what truly caught his eye was your neck. It was red from the necklace wrapped tightly around it. The chain strangled your bruises and highlighted the ones that it didn’t cover. And then his cum - oh, he was getting hard again just looking at it. His cum dribbled over your bruises, along the chain, and even settled on the gem.
What a mess he made! You would have to clean that up.
Loki reached for your necklace and pulled it off. You looked at Loki, a panic in your face until he hushed you. He held the necklace to your lips and smiled.
“Clean it, pet.”
You opened your mouth and let your tongue fall out. Loki ran the chain over your mouth and you cleaned it, lapping his cum up eagerly. Loki placed the dangling pendant in your mouth and you tightened your lips around it, swirling your tongue around the gem as you looked deep in Loki’s eyes.
Fuck. He was jealous of a stone now, too.
He slipped the necklace from your mouth when he deemed it clean enough. He wrapped his hand around it and let his magic seep into it. There, on his face, was that same orgasmic look from earlier when he changed it the first time. Loki groaned as the power of the pendant washed over him. After a few seconds of this magical pleasure, Loki opened his hand to reveal that he changed the pendant back to its larger, longer state. He slipped it around your neck and tapped the stone.
“It looks good on you both ways,” he said with a breathless laugh. He ran his fingers up to your throat and traced along the red line that the chain had left. “All good?”
“More than good,” you said with a smile.
“Good girl,” he whispered. Loki dipped down and kissed your forehead. “Go take a shower, you smell like sex.”
You blushed and chuckled a bit nervously. “Are we...are you not…”
“No, sweet. I’m not going to fuck your lovely pussy tonight as much as I may want to. You’re worn out.” he said. He could see it in your eyes that you were satisfied mostly. Of course that would be the case. The toy could only bring so much pleasure. Only Loki was capable of executing that final, powerful, perfect release. Loki patted your head and grinned. “Now, shower.”
“Does the God of Sex not like that smell?” you teased.
Loki chuckled. “I adore that smell on you. But if I keep smelling it, I’m going to be tempted to stay.”
“Oh,” you said, your smile falling from your lips. “You’re not staying?”
“I can’t, darling. I must return to Asgard for the night. You know, prayers and such,” he said with a nonchalant wave of his hand.
“Right...prayers and such,” you repeated with a nod. You tried to conceal the look of disappointment on your face. You looked back at Loki and smiled softly. “Well, have fun.”
“Oh, pet,” Loki cooed, sinking onto the bed. “I will be back tomorrow. I promise.”
“Okay,” you whispered. “I...be safe.”
“Always am.” Loki winked. He paused and then leaned forward. He kissed you slowly. You held onto his shoulders, hoping to latch yourself to him. Loki sighed into your mouth as he climbed over you. He licked into your mouth and you drank his tongue in. His grip on you was strong as he rested himself above you. You felt his cock poking into your thigh again. When Loki pulled his lips away, you whimpered, and he only laughed nervously. “You temptress. You make me want to stay.”
“Then stay,” you said, resting your hand on his hard chest.
“I cannot,” Loki stated with a regretful look in his eye. He brushed his knuckles along your cheek. “I will see you tomorrow, darling. You were so wonderfully good today.”
“Thank you,” you said softly.
Loki nodded at you and let his clothes appear on his body. Instead of the turtleneck sweater and trousers, Loki manifested his Asgardian leathers. You bit your lip as he stood from the bed. He winked at you once more before disappearing.
He was going to return to Asgard, that was true. But it was not to answer prayers. No, he needed to reconnect with the realm and channel the stronger pools of his magic.
He would be needing it tomorrow. Yes, he would need it very much.
Notes:
Loki's got a plan - what do you think it could be? The plot is beginning to roll but don't worry, there will still be smut upon smut upon smutty smut. Duh, it's me after all.
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Chapter 7: Tell Me What You Want And I Just Might Listen
Summary:
After discovering what you have to endure at work, Loki is appalled. He decides it would be best to find a way to remove you from such an environment, even if it’s only for a short period of time. First thing is first, however, he has to give a lesson on learning how to get what you want.
Notes:
Happy Friday! Guess who is officially done with college (hint: it's me). Now this means I have absolutely nothing going on because the entire world is shut down so all I'm going to be doing is writing. Fun stuff
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Arriving in your bedroom at sunrise on Wednesday had Loki simultaneously rolling his eyes and resisting the urge to stroke his cock.
That, he realized, was becoming a common occurrence with you.
He was standing over you, hands shoved into the pockets of his expensive Armani suit. The trousers and jacket were a dark, obsidian black that seemingly captured the light of the room and absorbed it into the finely woven material. His shirt was crisp, clean, and perfectly white. And due to that absolute whiteness, Loki had placed a spell on the fabric earlier to ensure that nothing, not even the most saturated red wine from Vanaheim, could stain it. Around his neck was a green tie, a symbol of his mischief that would come in handy. The tie, though seemingly normal, was enchanted to help maintain his magic.
Loki knew he would need it.
After returning to Asgard last night through one of the smaller, secret passages, Loki had gone straight to his temple which housed his magic as the God of Mischief. He had climbed on top of the altar and rested there, hands folded over his chest. At that time of night, the moons were perfectly angled to shine through the glass ceiling of the temple. The largest moon angled over his body, restoring the magic within the depths of Loki. As Loki lay there, he felt himself getting more powerful, and when it had been nearly three hours of lying beneath the silver light of the moon, he crafted the tie that would help power him.
The magic had always been inside Loki. The moons of Asgard simply helped bring that magic to the surface of his body and aided him in utilizing it. The spell he would be performing today would normally be a simple one, but he would have to hold it for a few hours - a feat he had yet to do before.
Loki came to your house early, knowing that you would still be asleep. He wanted to observe you in the morning when you didn’t think he was there. He had to get into your home before you could wake so he remained unnoticed entering. But now, Loki stood over you, cock hard and a grimace on his face.
He hated your fucking snoring.
But your monstrous gargles and snorts were not the reason his cock was hard. No, between those monstrous gargles and snorts was the quiet, intimate, nearly missable whisper of his name.
Loki looked at you closer and noticed that beneath the blanket covering your body, your legs were moving around. Grinding. And your lips, though parted with snores, were also releasing the tiniest little moans. Your hands grabbed the sheets around you as you uttered Loki’s name again, and as Loki took in a deep breath of air, he could smell the arousal leaking from you.
You were having a wet dream about him.
This intrigued him greatly and Loki wanted to know exactly what you were picturing. He could tap into your dreams and while that would normally be something he was fine with, Loki believed that he should give you this sense of privacy. Besides, it would be much more fun to figure out the thoughts and desires that lingered in the darker corners of your mind through experimentation instead of just sucking them from you.
Loki decided he no longer wanted to see you writhe around with arousal. He wanted to see you interact with that arousal. Loki lifted his hand and shut his eyes. He uttered the spell he needed under his breath and slowly, his body began to fade away until Loki was invisible. Though he could see himself, he knew no one else could see him. But just to check, he magicked a mirror and found that there was no reflection. His voice, along with the rest of his features, would not be able to be picked up by anyone else - not even Cooper would be able to detect him.
He made the mirror disappear and then struck a line of magic towards you. The green magic hit you and tickled you awake. You roused from your sleep with a gasp, your body shooting upwards and your eyes wide. Loki watched you look around the room. Your eyes paused where he was standing but they flickered away as quickly as they landed.
You looked to your side, staring at the toy that Loki had left behind last night. You had never put it away, it seemed, for it was still nestled in the folds of your sheets. You bit your lip, your hand hovering above the toy cautiously.
“Go on, kitten. Do what you want to do,” Loki whispered, though you could not hear it. “Give me another show.”
But your hand fell away from the toy and you shook your head. You looked down at the blanket laying over your lap as one hand grasped the warm stone of Loki’s necklace.
“He’ll be back soon,” you said softly. “I can wait for him.”
As much as Loki wanted to watch you touch yourself again - fuck, he really wanted to watch that - he also was honored that you would put aside your pleasure just to wait for him to deliver it to you. Loki didn’t know why that thought made him feel a bit sentimental but he decided not to dwell on it.
You slipped out of bed, still nude from last night. You stretched, arms sticking straight above your head as you took in a deep breath. Your breathing pushed your breasts out enticingly and Loki was rather irritated that he had not left any bruises on them. That would have to be amended.
But your neck, on the other hand, your neck was adorned with bruises and marks and lines perfectly. Loki palmed his cock as you rolled your head backwards, giving him a dazzling view of the impressions that his choker left on your neck. And if he squinted - which of course, he did - he could see the traces of cum still coating your skin that you had decided to not wipe away.
Oh, good girl.
You let your arms settle back at your side and Loki almost exposed himself just so he could grab you, bend you over the bed, and fuck you so hard that yet another piece of your precious furniture was left splintered and broken. The urge to do so was so strong, so tempting, that Loki grabbed your dresser and held himself back as you sauntered past him unknowingly. You bent over and collected some clothing from the floor, giving Loki the perfect view of your weeping cunt. He cursed under his breath and forced himself to look away.
His nostrils flared as you walked into the bathroom, aroused and still perhaps thinking of him. He wanted to watch you get wet - in more ways than one - and rub yourself with bubbly soap and warm water but if he did that, you definitely would end up shoved against the shower wall with his cock buried deep between your thighs. Instead of giving into temptation, Loki stayed in your room and fucked his fist into a quick, intense, and invisible orgasm.
You were in the bathroom for a while and Loki was nearly about to bust the door down to ensure that you didn’t slip and fall somehow. But then, you walked out with your hair dry and a simple green dress wrapped around your body, highlighting the way his pendant hung around your neck, and Loki nearly had to sit down.
You were fixing your hair in the mirror and Loki stood there admiring you. You had no idea he was there, and there wasn’t any sort of mask or image you were placing over yourself. This was you just being you and you were beautiful. Loki continued to watch you, and when you glided out of the room, he followed you, completely entranced.
“Good morning, Coop!” you squealed, running over to the dog and falling to your knees to give him a kiss on the head. Cooper’s tail was furiously wagging back and forth as he licked all over your face. You giggled and scratched his chin, cooing at him in a high-pitched tone. “How’s my best boy? Hmm? How’s my best boy?”
“He’s your best boy? Rude,” Loki snorted to himself.
When Cooper whimpered and licked your face again, you continued to giggle. “Has Loki been here yet?”
Loki narrowed his eyes as Cooper did the dog equivalent of shake his head no. You sighed and scratched his ears with both of your small, delicate hands.
“He’ll be back soon,” you whispered. “Don’t tell him but I miss him when he’s not here. It’s silly, I know, but it’s a bit less lonely when he’s around.”
“Oh, pet,” Loki murmured, walking up to you. Slowly, he sank to his knees. He knelt beside you, eyes soft as he took in your profile - the curve of your nose, the shape of your jaw, the flutter of your lashes. Loki sighed and resisted the urge to reach out and touch you.
And as you kissed Cooper on the head again and told him in that chirping tone that he was going to get his favorite food for breakfast, Loki had the sudden realization that the woman he saw stretching after getting out of bed, looking at herself in the mirror, and petting her dog was the same woman he saw every day. You were honest around Loki, not putting on a mask of bravery or submission or affection. That was really you, both when he was there and when he wasn’t. The thought of you stripping yourself bare to him and showing him the rawness of who you were had Loki’s heart beating a bit faster.
There were still things he needed to learn about you - hence the reason he had doused himself in invisibility today - but he was beginning to see through the cracks. You were disorganized, as he had seen from your room. You had a soft heart, which he noticed when you panicked over not seeing Cooper in your home. You also had strong walls built up around you that aided you in pushing away pain and stress. There was insecurity in your heart, and though that insecurity had brought Loki to you, he hated that it was there.
You did not deserve to feel any sort of self-loathing or doubt. You were a creature unlike any other he had met. You were kind and gentle, yet bold and witty. Loki wanted to tear that insecurity right out of your body and destroy it, burn it to ash with the green flames of his magic. You deserved to feel the loveliness of who you truly were.
He continued to kneel there on the floor as he watched you put together Cooper’s breakfast and then arrange your own. The entire time, you were humming and drifting around with dance-like steps. Every so often, your fingers would brush over your necklace and a smile would form on your face.
You really were beautiful.
But by the time you were slipping a coat on and wrapping a scarf around your especially marked up neck, Loki realized he had to snap out of whatever trance you had put him under. He cleared his throat and stood from the floor, promptly wiping the fabric of his trousers two times. He watched you wave at a sleeping Cooper before walking out the front door, and when a few moments passed, he let himself out as well.
Loki’s body passed through the door with ease - an extra perk he had added into this invisible form with the use of very strong, very taxing magic - and followed you down the steps. He would not admit that his eyes were so focused on the swell of your ass that he nearly tripped and fell...three times.
It wasn’t his fault that your body tempted him so greatly.
Loki kept a close proximity to you as you made your way to work. And if there was one thing that Loki noted about Midgard, it was that the air smelled...thick. There was a weight to the air that felt like it was filling his lungs with some sort of heavy gas. He didn’t feel clean and it was almost harder to inhale. As he took in each sequential breath, Loki made a mental note that he would appreciate the smell of your apartment much more in the future. At least that smelled like your perfume, some cheap candles, and the beautiful, intoxicating smell of sex. He would look past the dog smell. That, he would blame on Cooper.
But if there was one thing more disappointing about the air quality of Midgard, it was the condition of the place you worked. Shit, this place was bland! As you maneuvered your way to your desk, Loki practically sneered at the gray walls, thick stacks of paper, and stale stench of burnt coffee wafting through the air.
Your desk was tucked near a quiet corner of the office, and as you took your seat, Loki decided he wanted to see exactly what it was you did before he explored the office a bit more. You shuffled in your chair, ass grinding over the seat, and Loki had to ignore his swelling erection again.
He would have to make some sort of more intimate interaction with the cheeks of your ass soon. It was getting harder and harder to hold himself back. He was beginning to picture what they would look like with red imprints of his hand marking your skin - the perfect addition to the red lines on your neck.
If these thoughts kept plaguing his mind, Loki would have to fuck his hand again. Dammit. The smell of your sweet arousal was not helping his situation, either.
You were a thoughtful worker, Loki noted, as you leaned over your desk and looked through the papers scattered on the desktop. Speaking of the desktop, that was also miraculously and undeniably cluttered. It seems your hoarding skills managed to exist at your place of work as well as your home.
“My sweet little packrat,” Loki chuckled to himself, leaning on the wall of your cubicle. He observed a little bobblehead frog on your desk, pink tongue sticking out of its large mouth. Loki shook his head but still smiled. “It seems you are a fan of all sorts of toys, little one.”
Though you couldn’t hear him, Loki imagined how you would react to him if you could. You would probably purse your lips and blush, shake your head, and then proceed to send some quip back his way. Instead, you stayed bent over your desk, head resting in your left hand and pen tapping in your right.
And that was how you stayed for the next hour, hunched over your desk with a frown etched onto your face. Loki could see two points of hatred at this job: the bland fucking walls and the monotomy of what you were doing. Every few minutes, you would scribble something onto the page in front of you before slowly flipping it. At the end of every stack, you would straighten your back, stretch - unknowingly teasing Loki would those enticing breasts that he wanted to lick and suck so badly - before pushing that stack aside and moving onto the next one.
If Loki was this bored after only an hour...or...actually...had it been two at this point? Regardless, if he was this bored already, he could only imagine how utterly exhausted of this place you were.
It was around noon when the first bit of shocking excitement had come.
So shocking Loki almost exposed himself to punch someone in the jaw.
He was standing behind you, reading your papers over your shoulder and wondering why such a beautiful girl would be subjected to reading such shitty writing. Someone cleared their throat beside your desk and you and Loki both looked up in unison. There was a man standing there, a smile on his face. By Midgardian standards, he was relatively attractive, Loki would admit. But there was an aura about this semi-pretty man that had Loki stepping closer to you, wanting nothing more than to reach out and pull you away from him.
“Michael,” you sighed with a polite smile. “How are you?”
“I’m pretty good. How are you?” he - Michael - asked, that smile never leaving his face. Loki narrowed his eyes and watched the man carefully. He stayed a respectful distance away but even Loki could feel that there was an arousal radiating from him.
“I’m just fine,” you said, nodding and turning back to your work. “But I’m quite busy so -”
“I brought you lunch,” Michael said quickly. He held one hand out and presented a deep blue lunch bag to you. Loki almost swiped it, a bit wary of Michael’s intentions. Loki looked back to you and watched an array of emotions move across your face - annoyed, shocked, flustered. And when a hint of blush covered your cheeks, it took every ounce of restraint in Loki’s body to not snap Michael’s neck.
That blush was his.
Loki paused and took a physical step back. No, you weren’t his. Not really. You were his pet, his good girl, and while he did claim you and make you promise that you would reserve your body for him and him alone, that is all he had any ownership over - your body.
But a blush was technically part of the human body, so Loki puffed up his chest and agreed with himself. That blush was his.
“Thank you,” you whispered, taking the bag from his hand. “What’s on the menu this time?”
“This time?” Loki hissed.
“Chicken Florentine. There’s some pasta in there as well,” Michael explained.
You gasped and placed the bag on the desk carefully. “Michael, that’s very thoughtful but it’s too much. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble for - “
“Don’t worry about it.” Michael waved his hand dismissively. “I had extra time this morning.”
You pressed your lips into a tight line and Loki noticed the hairs on the back of your neck raising. You were angry. And quite frankly, for good reason. This plastic bastard kept interrupting you. Still, you nodded cordially and smiled mechanically.
“Thank you,” you said. “I’m going to go heat this up now.”
You collected the lunch bag and quickly stood from your seat. You walked away, a hurried jump in your step, as you paced down the long stretch of gray carpet. Loki had half a mind to follow you but instead, he stood there and watched Michael. The man was still standing at your desk, a smile on his face as his eyes followed you.
Even after you disappeared from sight, Michael stayed at your desk. He turned back around and walked around the wall of your cubicle. Loki stiffened and tightened his hand into a fist, ready to summon a dagger and swiftly knock the man into a quick, quiet death.
No, too far.
Maybe.
Michael shoved one hand in his pocket as he looked over your desk. His eyes then landed on your chair. His smile grew larger as he extended his free hand out and brushed his fingertips lightly over your seat. Loki’s nostrils flared as Michael simply stroked your seat a few times. He hummed, and with that same dumb smile on his face, he walked away.
Loki shouldn’t have been so mad that Michael was turned on because of you. Loki was turned on because of you pretty much every moment of the day - conscious and unconscious. But this man was just creepy and the vibes that Loki had pulled from him were alarming. He had practically tasted the beads of desire that leaked from Michael’s pores when he was near you.
Loki wanted to follow Michael to see what the man’s story really was but just as he began to leave your desk, there was a commotion coming from down the hallway. Loki turned around and watched as an older man yelled at you, one lanky finger pointed in your face. You were nodding quickly, face scrunched up with sadness. The man shook his finger at you once more before turning on his heel and storming away.
Great, another bastard to gut.
Loki wanted to run to you and take you in his arms as you came sweeping back down the hallway. You sighed as you took your seat, lip red from being chewed on nervously. Your entire posture had changed. What was once a bored but strong pose was now anxious and upset.
“Oh, pet,” Loki whispered. “I need to get you out of here.”
He waited until you finished Michael’s lunch just to ensure nothing made you sick. When he was satisfied with your condition, Loki made his way down the hall that you had come from. He explored a bit until he came across a large office at the edge of the office. Loki glided right through the door and was almost impressed with what he saw.
Instead of muted grays and whites, this office’s walls were painted maroon and the details of it were all a deep mahogany. Bookshelves and ferns lined the walls which were decorated with a series of art and certificates and photographs. A grand desk was situated in the center of the room, complete with a large computer, Nespresso machine, and a gold name plaque that read “Mr. Travis Richards”. It was, quite frankly, a decent office. Loki eyed the empty, leather chair and moved towards it. He sat down smoothly and crossed one long, suited leg over the other. He breathed in the air freshener that was perched peacefully on the edge of the desk and appreciated the gentle scent of apple cinnamon.
“This part? Not so bad,” Loki snickered. He looked down on the desk and noticed a file was spread out on the desk. Loki leaned over and picked it up and scanned the page carefully. “Mrs. Cynthia Roland has applied for her...two weeks vacation…”
Loki lifted the file closer to his face. Two weeks vacation? Loki flipped the page over and scanned Cynthia’s work history. She had only been employed for four months - two months less than you. If she could take a two week vacation, then you must be able to as well.
Loki smirked and placed the file down neatly, wiping his hand over the page and thanking Mrs. Cynthia Roland for helping Loki figure out how to extract you from this hell hole, at least for just a little while.
*
“Good evening, pet.”
You yelped and dropped your bag on the ground, the door slamming shut behind you as Loki sauntered into the hallway. Not even three seconds into getting home and Loki was already making you scream.
And not even in the way you expected.
You pressed your hand to your chest to try and control your breathing as you let out an airy laugh.
“Give a girl a second to get in the door first, Loki!” you giggled, shaking your head. Your eyes shut with laughter as Loki walked over to you. His hands brushed over your arms as he pulled your coat off. Your laughter turned to light moans as his long, elegant fingers brushed over the exposed skin of your arms.
“How was your day, beautiful?” he asked. You shivered when he called you that. When your coat was stripped from your body, you turned around and nearly gasped at what you saw.
Loki was in a suit.
Screw the sweaters and tight pants - this was sexy. You reached forward and placed your hands on Loki’s chest, stroking your fingers down his crisp shirt. It hugged his chest tightly, giving you the perfect tease of his muscles and pale skin.
“You call me the beautiful one and look at you in this suit,” you whispered. You ran the pads of your fingers over his tie. Loki watched you with amusement sparkling in his eyes as you licked your lips. “Loki, you are so gorgeous.”
“While I love the praise, pet, I would love more for you to tell me about your day,” Loki pressed on.
You flicked your eyes up to his and you grimaced. “It was fine.”
“Fine,” Loki snorted. “You know, if there’s one thing that the woman all the realms have in common, it’s saying things are fine when they’re not really fine.”
“You may be the only man who knows that,” you chuckled, fixing Loki’s tie despite it being already perfectly situated on his chest. “It was just a stressful day.”
Loki had to bite his tongue. Yes, it was stressful - that much he could tell. But it was more than that. You were bored, exhausted, intimidated, nervous...you were stewing in a negative environment. But he would not admit to you that he knew that. Loki hummed and shut his eyes as your hands worked their way up to adjust the collar of his dress shirt.
“If your job is so stressful, why do you not take...I don’t know, a vacation?”
You looked up at Loki’s divine face but his eyes stayed closed. Your fingers drifted over the skin of his taut neck, brushing the bruise that was still planted over his pulse. A rush of warmth flooded between your thighs as you let your hands fall back to his hard chest.
“That’s not possible,” you whispered, shaking your head and turning away. Loki opened his eyes when your hands left his body. You walked into the kitchen and collected a box of cereal from the cabinet and a bowl. Rolling his eyes, Loki waved a prepared dish of salmon and vegetables into existence. You blushed and accepted the plate.
“Why is it not possible?” Loki leaned against the counter with his arms folded across his chest. You tried not to watch the way the material of his suit jacket tightened over his arms. You stabbed the fish with a fork and began eating, chewing slowly to accumulate time to formulate your answer.
Realistically, you could take a vacation. You had two weeks available but your boss was prone to turning down requests. The last thing you wanted was to irritate Mr. Richards even more, especially after today. Your scarf had slipped down your neck as you were heating up Michael’s gifted lunch and he noticed your hickeys. He barked at you about being unprofessional as you scurried away, tears in your eyes and fear in your heart.
But if there was one thing you would not relinquish, it was the blossoms of red and purple and blue scattered across your throat. Those marks were given to you by Loki, God of Mischief and God of Sex. You would wear them proudly, albeit beneath the thin fabric of a scarf.
After discovering your marks, it would only add to your level of “unprofessionalism” if you were to request time off. That wasn’t a walk of shame you were ready to deal with.
“I just don’t think my boss would approve of it,” you said after finishing half the fish. You gave Loki credit, though. He was patient. He stood there and watched you silently as you continued to eat. Once your plate was clean, Loki waved his hand again and it disappeared. You nodded towards him. “Thank you.”
“Does your boss not like you?” Loki asked.
“I...I don’t know,” you admitted. “He’s not very approachable. I don’t even know where I’d start if I were to ask for a vacation.”
“So you do want a vacation then?” Loki pointed out, one eyebrow raised. You bit your lip and nodded. Loki sighed and turned fully towards you. He crowded you against the counter. He caged you against him, his body and one arm stopping you from escaping. He reached up with his free hand and pulled your lip from beneath your teeth. “Stop that. You’re going to make yourself bleed.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” you whispered, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. Loki stepped impossibly closer to you and bent his head down. Instinctively, you tilted your face upwards to meet his. Loki hummed and traced his thumb over your lower lip.
“Your lip is all raw and chapped,” Loki murmured. “Allow me to fix that.”
Loki captured your chin between his fingers. He closed the distance between your faces and kissed you. His lips felt sweet and smooth against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. His tongue poked out of his mouth and licked over your lips. You gasped and shivered - his tongue was erecting tingles along your mouth. With every motion of his lips and tongue, you felt the thin skin of your lip regrowing and healing. With one final suck on your tongue, Loki pulled back and smiled at your mouth. His thumb traced over your lip again and even you could feel how smooth it was.
“Much better.” He winked. “Now, you said your boss was unapproachable?”
“Pretty much,” you agreed with a nod. You kept your arms locked around Loki’s neck, quite content with having his body close to yours. You shifted a bit and felt his erection brush against you and you briefly wondered how long he had been hard for. “He tends to have a short temper.”
“That makes two of us,” Loki snickered. “And do you know how to halt that temper?”
“How?” you asked, eyes widening.
“You put yourself in such a position of command, using such a strong, powerful voice that you shock the anger out of him,” Loki explained. “You tell that man exactly what you want, how you want it, and that you won’t take no for an answer.”
You chuckled and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I can’t do that. Every time I see him, I freeze up.”
“Darling, you can do it. I believe in you,” Loki encouraged, stroking his hands up and down the sides of your waist.
“Loki, I’m not you. I can’t be like that,” you giggled.
Loki’s face grew serious. “Then try it out on me.”
“What?”
“Test it out on me. Tell me what you want from me. Call the shots,” Loki said in a devious purr. He leaned down and kissed the spot beneath your ear. “You don’t need to be the dominant one. No, I expect you to be my good little girl. Just use your voice. Tell me how you want to be pleasured and I might listen to you.”
“This won’t work,” you whispered, tilting your head back. Loki nibbled your neck as you swallowed. He could feel the gesture beneath his mouth and he bit you a bit harder.
“It will if you try,” Loki mumbled against your throat. He dragged his lips along the thin line that was still etched into your neck. “You don’t need to scream or yell. You don’t need to boss me around. Just voice your desires. Start with something simple.”
“Okay…” you trailed off. “Loki...kiss me…?”
Loki pulled back and glared at you. “If a wet rag had a voice, it would be that.”
“Hey!” You moved your hand away from his neck to slap his chest.
Loki laughed and pinched your side. “Again, with vigor this time!”
“Kiss me, Loki,” you said, a bit less wobbly but still not so firm.
“Again! Stronger!”
“Kiss me.”
“More passion!”
“Kiss me!”
“Own it, come on!”
You narrowed your eyes and grabbed Loki’s tie. You tugged him down so his face was level with yours.
“I said, kiss me.”
Loki smirked. “Good girl.”
He pushed you back against the counter and kissed you, his mouth moving faster over yours this time. You moaned as his hands scooped under your ass. He groped you as you buried your hands in his hair, keeping his mouth against yours. He groaned as you pulled his hair and he bit your lip.
“Again,” you said sternly. Loki bit your lip harder, and then harder once more when you demanded it, until you both could taste blood leaking from your lip. Loki pulled back and ran his thumb over your mouth, staring at the crimson streak on his fingertip. You clicked your tongue and pursed your lips. “Fix it.”
“My, my, pet, awfully commanding,” Loki laughed as he bent down again to kiss you. He sealed the wound as he did before, only to bite your lip open and heal it again. When he pulled back, he gripped your ass tightly. “Tell me what you want now.”
“I want us to move to the couch,” you said.
Loki nodded and quickly picked you up with one arm, a single hand cupped under your ass. Something about the ease of him lifting you with only one hand had you growing even wetter. Loki was strong - obviously, he had snapped your table in half - but this single reminder of his strength had you yearning, aching to have him introduce you to how easily he could bruise you, taint you, claim you with just the simple press of his fingers. You wanted him to show off the power of his body and exert that exact power onto you.
You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly, anchoring yourself to him as he carried you into the living room, his eyes never leaving yours. But when he reached the couch, he paused and let out a huff. Your dog was occupying a magnificent amount of space on the couch.
“Move it, mongrel,” Loki growled. “You know the drill.”
Cooper opened one sleepy eye, then proceeded to close it slowly.
Loki reared his head back and let his jaw drop. “What a mouth on you.”
“What did he say?” you asked.
“He called me an invasive bastard who needs to find his own space,” Loki grumbled. You burst out laughing, so much so that your sides began to hurt. You leaned on Loki, your forehead pressed to his. Loki’s frown broke into a slight smile, which grew wider and wider until he, too, was chuckling. You grabbed his cheeks in both hands and kissed him, your combined laughter still bubbling from your lips. You pulled away and kissed Loki on the cheek.
“I’ve got this,” you said with a wink. You cleared your throat and turned to your dog. “Cooper, go to my room.”
Cooper lifted his head and looked nearly shocked at the confident tone of your voice. His large eyes glanced between you and Loki before he huffed and jumped off the couch. Cooper walked up to Loki and sneezed on his shoes before lumbering into the bedroom.
“Really, pet, I do not know how you stand him,” Loki mumbled.
“I like surrounding myself with stubborn men, I guess,” you said, turning Loki’s face back towards yours with two fingers. “Now, put me down.”
“No, I don’t really want to,” Loki said, squeezing your ass for emphasis.
“Please, Master?” you asked, batting your lashes innocently. Loki groaned when your hand coasted down his chest playfully. He placed you down onto the ground, his hand still not leaving your ass. “Sit on the couch.”
Loki narrowed his eyes but nodded anyway. He strolled over to the couch and sat down. You had a quick memory of this same occurrence only a few mornings ago when Loki taught you how to suck his cock. Your mouth watered but that wasn’t what you were aiming to do right now and you had to rid those thoughts from your mind before they consumed you completely.
“What now, dearest?” Loki asked innocently.
“Take your cock out,” you said firmly. You paused and pressed your lips together. “Please?”
“Adorable little thing, you are,” Loki teased. His hands made quick work of undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, and he pulled his cock out. It was flushed red and completely erect, standing straight up as he worked his hand over himself. A cocky grin worked its way onto Loki’s face as his eyes examined your standing form. “What are you going to do to me, pet?”
Your mouth watered at the sight of the god sitting on your couch dressed in an expensive suit with his cock out and hard just for you. His features - sharp and eloquently beautiful - were lit with a contemplative madness. He was in control of himself but you could see a light in his emerald eyes that warned you that at any moment, that control could snap, shatter into pieces, and he would ravish you.
Tell me how you want to be pleasured and I might listen to you.
Might. He could snatch this chance from you away whenever he pleased and you would more than happily allow that. You licked your lips slowly, eyes traveling along the lean length of his body and absorbing the knowledge that he was here to pleasure you. He would obey your commands if you voiced them properly. Loki, the beautiful god in your living room, was letting you decide what you would take from him tonight.
“I want to ride you,” you stated. “It’s...it’s all I’ve been thinking about.”
Loki’s smile grew as he settled back against the couch cushions. “I like the sound of that.”
It was ironic, he thought, that only this morning he wished to watch you pleasure yourself again. Now you had told him you wanted to ride him, which in a way would be you pleasuring yourself but this time, you would pleasure yourself with him. The thought was erotic and it had Loki squeezing the base of his cock to hold back the urge to cum.
“Can you leave the suit on?” you asked meekly.
Loki raised a single brow. “Can I?”
“Leave the suit on,” you corrected, steadying the inflection of your voice.
Loki nodded and ran his hand down the front of his shirt, smoothing out his tie in the process. It was making you warm, seeing him with his legs stretched out in a wide pose of dominance, suit hugging every inch of his body. You quickly shucked your dress off, trying to ignore the beads of sweat that were budding at the back of your neck from how turned on you were. Loki groaned when he saw you nude and bare before him. There was a flush that had settled over your chest and throat, highlighting the glimmer of the stone that dangled from your neck.
“There’s my pretty pet,” he purred. “Come here. Sit on my lap like a good girl.”
You walked over to him and straddled him. Your wet core rubbed over his cock. Loki placed his hands on your hips and guided you back and forth over him, smearing your juices along his length. He licked his lips and tried to control his breathing. Seeing you nude on top of him, rubbing yourself on his cock, while he was still fully dressed gave him an immediate surge of power.
“I love your cock,” you sighed, still rocking on him. “Put it in me.”
Loki gripped his cock as you lifted yourself above him slightly. His other hand stayed firmly on your waist. He angled you over him and pushed you down, stretching you with his cock. Your head fell backwards, exposing your neck as you took him inside of you. The burn was deep and stung your body. You bit your lip as you got used to him, but instead of chastising you this time, Loki bucked his hips upwards. This type of lip biting, the one caused by such pleasure and arousal, he would always allow.
You were fully seated in his lap when your head finally rolled forward again. Your chest was heaving, moving your breasts before Loki temptingly. He licked his lips and leaned forward, teasing stripes and circles along your nipples with the point of his tongue. Your hands gripped his hair and he sucked on your breasts, his hands beginning to move you on him.
“Ride me,” he growled against your breasts, eyes containing darkness and damnation focused on you. You placed your hands on his shoulders and lifted yourself almost fully off of his cock before letting yourself fall back down.
“Oh, Loki!” you whimpered, his cock hitting spots in you that you weren’t sure had been hit before. “Oh, wow. Fuck, your cock is so huge.”
“That’s it, baby girl,” Loki cooed as he moved you up and down. Your thighs quaked as you rolled your hips, taking his cock as deep as you could go on every downward thrust. Loki’s hips met yours, fucking up into your body slowly. “Take my cock. You like that?”
“Yes, Master,” you moaned as you began rocking faster. You grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face into your chest again. “More. Please.”
Loki’s hands moved from your waist up to your breasts. He grabbed you, groped you, gripped you so fiercely that your entire body was trembling. He continued to look into your eyes as you bounced up and down on him. His lips found your left nipple and he teased it, his thumb and index finger pinching the right.
He sucked on you for a bit before pulling his lips from your nipple. He grinned at you, viper-like and devious, before attaching his lips to the skin of your breast just above your nipple and biting. You screamed, your body spasming completely, as Loki sucked bruises into you. His mouth moved to your other breast and marked that one. His mouth was everywhere, leaving tiny, possessive bruises all over your chest.
“Such beautiful breasts, baby,” Loki murmured as he buried his face in your chest. The smell of you, the taste and divine feel of you, was wrapping Loki in a cocoon of lust that he did not want to exit. He could have slapped himself on the wrist and called himself a wicked fool for not divulging in the wonders of your breasts sooner. Loki sighed as he bit the side of your breast. “I’d die happily here.”
You were torn between laughter and shrieking in arousal as his tongue traveled up the valley of your breasts and over the stone of the pendant. You were moving faster on top of him, your legs shaking as you bounced up and down. Loki’s cock felt huge, utterly magical, inside of you. You knew you were mistaken but you practically felt him in your stomach. You called out his name as he bit down on your nipple and pulled it, eyes glimmering with lust and mischief as he did so. When he released you from his mouth, you pressed your hands to his chest and pushed him backwards against the cushions.
“Such feistiness in you,” Loki snickered as you leaned over him, your sensitive breasts brushing against his white shirt. His hands found your ass again and he squeezed your cheeks. “I like it.”
“This is my lesson, after all,” you said, grinding against him a bit slower, a bit more teasingly. “I’m just practicing.”
“Perhaps you’re becoming a bit too bold,” Loki growled playfully. “Do I need to put my pet in her place?”
“And how would you do that, Master?” You smirked, leaning down and licking a stripe up Loki’s neck.
Smack!
You froze, Loki’s cock pulsing inside of your cunt, as you felt the sting of his palm slapping against you blossom over your ass. You sat up a bit straighter and widened your eyes. Your pussy clenched around Loki’s cock as he grinned at you.
“Like that, little girl.”
“Please, Master,” you whispered, clenching around him harder than before. Loki hissed as you fucked yourself down on him faster, your hands gripping the front of his shirt. “Again, please. I want it. I want it so badly.”
“Not yet,” Loki groaned, your wet cunt making the most alluring of noises as he fucked you. “I want to make your ass red and blistered another time. You’re not ready for that yet.”
“I want to be,” you whimpered. You grabbed his wrist and squeezed it. “Please, Loki. Please, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything, Master. Please, please, please.”
You were babbling and you knew it. But between your begging and the hard grind and bounce of your hips, Loki’s eyes were glazing over. This form of submission, the ache to be struck on your ass by his hand, was so appealing and consuming that Loki almost lost control.
Almost.
He growled and shook your hand from his wrist. He reared his hand back and slapped it down on your ass again. Your cunt fluttered and gushed with another wave of wetness.
“Naughty little girl, begging your Master to hit you,” Loki chuckled darkly. “I want to indulge you, sweet, but I cannot.”
“Fuck, Loki. It feels so good,” you whimpered, grabbing his shoulders tighter. You rested your forehead against Loki’s as he moved his hands to grab your hips again. His nails bit into your skin as he bounced you up and down harder, faster, more aggressively. “I love your cock so much.”
“And I adore this sweet little pussy of yours. It’s so tight, gripping my cock so possessively. I can feel you clench around me every time I fuck you.” Loki emphasized this with a hungry thrust. And when you clenched, he chuckled, “just like that.”
Loki tilted his head back and you brushed your lips over his. But you two were moaning, groaning with such passion that every time your lips met, you couldn’t complete the kiss. Your mouth bumped against his nose, his chin brushed your chin, and your moans mingled as intimately as your coupling. You were thirsty for his touch, for that invigorating press of his lips to yours, and when his nose brushed over your upper lip again, you gripped his tie and tugged again.
“Kiss me,” you sighed, demanding but also laced with pure desperation and need.
Loki captured your lips in his, his mouth devouring yours and sucking in the unique taste of you. He thrusted up into you, his orgasm building up inside of his abdomen. The kiss was brutal, bruising both of your lips and tangling your tongues. When Loki pulled back, he panted out hot, heavy breaths as he kissed your jaw.
“I want you to cum for me, pet,” Loki murmured against your jaw. “Ride my cock and cum on me. Be my good girl.”
You tossed your head back as you let your hand fall to your clit. Loki’s eyes widened as you touched yourself, your fingers spinning in nearly professional circles as you brought yourself to the edge. Loki groaned your name and that was enough to have your cunt tightening.
“M-Master...I’m g-going to -”
Smack!
You shouted Loki’s name as you came, the spank on your ass from Loki’s large hand enough to push you over the edge. Loki stiffened his body as you hit your high, grabbed you, and jackhammered his cock up into you. The blunt tip of his cock pounded against your most sensitive spot, prolonging your orgasm and making it that much more intense.
“One last d-demand,” you whispered. Your head lolled forward and you smiled lazily at Loki. “Cum inside of me.”
“As if you even had a choice,” Loki playfully teased with a wink. He knew you would want him to cum inside of you - there was no doubt you would have begged for it if he denied you. You smoothed your hands up his shirt and grabbed his collar. You pulled him closer to you and you kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Cum in me, Master. Fill me with your cum. Make me feel you with every step. Claim me.” And as the last sinful word leaked from your lips, Loki came. He drove his cock deep inside of you and stilled, his cum shooting out in hot, thick ropes. At the feeling of him cumming inside of you, you gasped and felt another orgasm sear through your body. You chanted Loki’s name, grinding against him to milk out his orgasm. Loki groaned and held you there, intent of letting every ounce of his cum soak into you.
“I don’t want a drop of this cum falling from your pussy, baby,” Loki murmured. Slowly, he pulled his cock from you but quickly cupped your cunt with his hand. There was a familiar tingle on your seam - one that mimicked the tingles when Loki was healing your lip - and when he pulled his hand away, you felt his cum staying firmly inside of you. He had placed a magical seal over your cunt, forcing his cum to remain inside of you. “There, now nothing can leak out of you.”
You shifted around a bit and giggled, drowsy and drunk on the thrumming ache between your thighs. “Good. I love feeling your cum inside of me.”
“Keep saying things like that and you’re not going to get any sleep tonight,” Loki growled. You chuckled and fell against Loki, cuddling into him as you pressed sleepy kisses to his neck.
“I’m not complaining,” you said happily. Loki’s hand stroked down your naked back, his fingers dancing over your spine. He kissed your temple a few times, his warm lips sending streaks of warmth and comfort through your body. You looked up and smiled softly. “I’m going to do it.”
“Do what, pet?” Loki asked, turning to look at you. His fingers ghosted over the cheek of your ass that he had hit and he smirked. “Beg me to spank you again?”
“No - well, yes. I want that,” you said with a blush. “Soon. I want that soon.”
“We’ll see.” Loki kissed your forehead. “There is so much more I must do with you.”
“And I can’t wait for it all,” you admitted with complete and unashamed certainty. Loki blinked at your confidence and smiled fondly, brushing some hair away from your face. Still, you shook your head. “I meant I’m going to ask for that vacation.”
“Good girl!” Loki hugged you and swung you around, settling you on the couch with his body shielded over yours. “I’m so proud of you.”
You giggled and wrapped your arms around Loki’s neck. “It’s all thanks to you and your lessons.”
Loki’s smile softened and he looked into your eyes. His gaze was so intimate, so locked onto you that you could practically feel him looking into the depths of your soul and exploring your heart.
“When I first came to you, it was to aid you in seeing your beauty. It was to help you recognize your worth,” Loki murmured. “Each lesson is designed to bring that out further. I can see it in you, you know, a bit more confidence and security. It’s a small increase and there’s still much more to explore, but I can see it in your smile, in your tone. I mean, you told me exactly what you wanted tonight. Would the beautiful girl from Friday have done that?”
You thought about what he said and genuinely considered it. “No, she wouldn’t have.”
“Exactly. These changes don’t come overnight, but the steps to taking them can become easier to manage,” Loki said softly. “And I am honored to be the one able to help you take them.”
“Thank you,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tighter around Loki. “I...I’m happy you’re here, Loki.”
“And I’m happy to be here,” Loki said. He kissed your nose before pulling back with a sharp and alluring grin. His eyes drifted down to your chest, littered with bruises and bite marks. His cock twitched eagerly as he cupped your breast with his large, dominating hand. “Now, spread your legs. I want to fill you with my cum again.”
You spread your legs without protest, presenting Loki with your pussy - already wet and fluttering from his words. The smile on your face was so wicked, Loki was beginning to think you had adopted it from him. You cupped his hand that was gripping your breast with your much smaller hand and pressed his palm harder against you.
“Yes, Master.”
Notes:
So you're going to ask for a vacation - what do you think will be the result of that? And what's up with Michael? Creepy dude
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Chapter 8: This Shower Is Getting Steamy...And It’s Not Just From The Hot Water
Summary:
After taking a lesson from Loki about how to get what you want, it’s time to approach your boss and demand a vacation. Also, chocolate bars, showers, and an interesting spell.
TW: Minor violence
Notes:
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Chapter Text
“Mr. Richards!”
You immediately perked up as you saw your boss strutting down the hallway on the way to his office. You had been planted outside of his office for a few minutes, waiting for him to arrive back from his lunch break in order to propose your vacation plans. You figured that after eating, or doing whatever leathery-skinned bosses did on their breaks, he would be more amiable. You had even gone out of your way to wear a turtleneck sweater this morning - and a jacket and a scarf - just to ensure that there was no slip of the collar to reveal your bruises.
Travis’ tired, irritated eyes met yours and even though he was several feet away, you could hear a huff drop from his lips. He shook his head a bit and slowed his step, crossing his arms when he finally reached you. His eyes flickered down to your sweater and he raised an eyebrow.
“Thank you for finally dressing appropriately today,” he said with a grimace etched onto his face.
Finally dressing appropriately? There was nothing inappropriate about my outfit yesterday you dip shit! You were the one who was inappropriate by pointing out my bruises!
You had to bite your tongue and stop yourself from voicing your thoughts. Though, Loki would probably be proud of your feistiness.
“I wanted to speak with you,” you said simply, planting an eloquent smile on your face. “If you have the time, that is.”
There was a clear debate going on in Mr. Richards’ face. He didn’t want to talk to you but he had the time. And really, perhaps he was interested in what you wanted to say. So you stood there and chewed your lip nervously - which you scolded yourself for considering Loki had just healed it the night prior - and waited for his answer. Finally, the bold man’s shoulders sagged and he waved his veiny hand.
“Alright, fine. But make it quick.”
Mr. Richards quickly walked into his office and you shuffled behind him, trying not to make too much noise. He circled his desk and sat down. There were no chairs in front of his desk so you simply stood there, hands folded behind your back, and head slightly bent.
You blushed and imagined posing like this in front of Loki - naked, wet, and submissive. You willed the blush to leave your cheeks as your boss cleared his throat, clearly impatient.
“Mr. Richards, thank you for letting me talk to you -”
“Buttering me up won’t get you anywhere,” he grumbled, adjusting some of the papers on his desk.
“Right, sorry.” You nodded. “I was wondering...well, I mean, I was thinking…” You paused and stared down at the floor.
“English, please,” he said without any drop of emotion, amusement, or patience in his voice.
As you gazed at the gray carpet beneath your feet, you thought back to last night’s lesson with Loki. He told you to voice what you wanted and to make it confident. Surprise the anger out of your boss. You shut your eyes and remembered how you told Loki to take his cock out, leave his suit on, and demand that he cum inside of you - an effect you were positive you could still feel, though that shouldn’t be possible. You thought about the shock in those perfectly seductive eyes, the grin on his cocky face, and the silence he presented you as he shucked his pants downwards and presented you with his beautiful cock.
You were getting distracted again.
You looked up and noticed Mr. Richards was investing his energy into his papers instead of on you. You stood up straighter, adjusting your posture to occupy more of the space in the room. You cleared your throat but he did not look up.
“Mr. Richards,” you said. He raised a brow and hummed but did not look up. You narrowed your eyes and took a step forward, unfolding your arms from behind your back and clenching your hands into fists. “Mr. Richards.” Your voice was firmer this time. But when he didn’t look up, you took in a deep breath, hardened your face, and did exactly what Loki taught you to do. “I want my two week vacation.”
That caught his attention.
Travis looked up, gray eyes hard as steel and cold as ice. His mouth was parted a bit and you were unsure whether that came from your request - demand - or the tone in which you said it. You stood there, not taking your eyes off of him, because you knew that the moment you showed any sort of weakness, he would make you feel small and squash you like a bug under the heel of his Clarks leather shoes.
“Excuse me?” His tone was clipped, chilled.
“I said, I want to take my two week vacation.”
“Yeah, I heard what you said. I’m just shocked that you said it.” Mr. Richards practically tossed his pen onto his desk and pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is ridiculous.”
“Sir, company policy states that every employee has vacation time. I was allotted two weeks of vacation time to take without any restrictions as to when. I want to take it now,” you stated firmly. Honestly, you were shocked with how steady your voice was. It definitely didn’t match the wobbling of your knees. You just hoped Mr. Richards didn’t notice that. It seemed he didn’t, for his eyes were planted on your face still.
“And you want to take that vacation now?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.
“I will gladly work tomorrow, seeing as though it is Friday. But starting Monday, I’d like to take my vacation.” You were nodding as you spoke, hoping that it would encourage your boss. He pursed his lips and scanned his eyes down your face. You stayed stoic and professional, aching to achieve what you wanted. If you were able to secure this vacation, Loki would be so proud. You’d be his good, sweet, little girl…
“What’s the vacation for? Getting more hickeys?”
You froze. Your lips parted in shock and your eyes widened a bit. His statement had caught you so off guard that you didn’t know what to say.
“Mr. Richards…”
“How dare you ask me for a vacation,” he hissed, nostrils flared in anger. You sucked your lower lip into your mouth. It was amazing how even though you were the one standing - boosted height from your heels, nonetheless - and yet Mr. Richards was now commanding the room from the comfort of his plush, leather chair. He leaned forward and folded his hands over his desk, eyes piercing you with superiority. “The employees who ask for vacation are hard workers.”
“I am a hard worker,” you whispered.
Mr. Richards stood slowly, the tips of his fingers still placed firmly on the desk. “No, you come into work late, you zone out at your desk, and you show up with hickeys all over your neck!” His left hand was flying about now, waving through the air as if to slice the oxygen with the slick lines engraved in his palm. “That is not a hard worker. That is careless. You’re lucky I don’t fire you.”
“Mr. Richards, please...I need this job,” you spoke in a trembling voice, tears welling in your eyes. “I can’t...I’m sorry…”
“You should know better than to ask me for a vacation.” Travid tapped the desk with his knuckle. He stood up straight and placed his hands on his hips. The tears that were once in your eyes were now slowly dripping down your cheeks. You tried to maintain the straight look on your face but you couldn’t stop your lip from shaking and your nose from sniffling. Your boss sighed and shook his head. “Stop crying. I’m not going to fire you.”
“Oh my gosh, thank you, I -”
“Quiet.” He held his hand up and you immediately went silent. “These...infractions have only been happening recently so consider this a bit of grace. But after this, if you mess up again or come in showing up with these all over your neck.” He gestured up and down the length of his neck with his index finger. Then, he sliced his finger over the front of his neck. “You’re cut off. You’re done. Understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Richards. I understand.” Your voice was weak, cracked, and defeated. You were nothing like the girl Loki had built up and let blossom last night. The thought had you sighing inwardly and resisting the urge to cry again.
“Good, now get back to work,” he said as he sat down in his chair. You nodded and turned to leave but he stopped you. “By the way, that’s a no for the vacation time.”
“I understand. Thank you,” you whispered before rushing out of his office.
You should have known that this wouldn’t work. But dammit, Loki was so confident! He had made you believe that with a snap of your fingers and some sass in your tone, you could bring your boss to heel. And perhaps, it could have worked if you hadn’t been thrown so off guard by Mr. Richards’ comment. That bastard knew it would tear you down and make you crumble and you let it. You should have just stuck your chin up higher and laughed because really, that was precisely what you would have done with your vacation.
But why the fuck should it matter? It was vacation - time away from the company and their prying eyes. Instead, you were shut down and forced to be sucked back into work after your request. You took in a deep breath as you walked to your desk and tried not to give into the sadness and anger that was pitted in your stomach. All you wanted to do was go home, shower, and get in bed with Loki.
Oh, Loki. He would be so upset. Thinking about it, you didn’t even want to see Loki. You couldn’t look into those beautiful eyes knowing that you failed and let him down. Realistically, you knew you couldn’t get this lesson down on the first shot. One night of talking like a queen couldn’t turn you into royalty like magic, no matter how much you may have wished that. You had to cut yourself some slack but you physically couldn’t, not when the ache in your chest hurt so badly.
“Hey!”
You looked up, a bit shocked that you had been standing in front of your desk without realizing it. Michael was leaning on the wall of your cubicle, a smile spread on his face as usual. You nodded and subtly wiped the drying tears off your cheeks.
“Hi, Michael,” you said meekly. You rounded the corner of your cubicle, brushing past him and taking a seat. On your desk was a chocolate bar from your favorite brand. It was dark chocolate with almond pieces in it. You scrunched your eyebrows and looked up at your coworker. “What’s this?”
“It’s chocolate for you,” he said, jutting his chin towards the candy.
“You already brought me lunch today,” you said, pushing the chocolate away from you with two pointed fingers. “This is too much. You shouldn’t have -”
“Ah, don’t worry about it.” Michael turned around and you thought he was leaving but instead, he walked to the desk right across from yours and sat down. “You should get used to it now that we’re desk neighbors.”
“Desk neighbors?” you asked, your brain a bit fuzzy from your encounter with Mr. Richards and the unexpected crying. “I thought Amelia sat -”
“Me and her switched spots,” he said cheerfully. “Just you and me here now.”
“Wonderful,” you mumbled, turning back to the stack of papers in front of you. But when you picked up the first paper, your eyes drifted back to the chocolate. The piece of candy was just sitting there but it felt almost intimidating. Everything felt so...off. Michael had never paid you any attention before. Now he was suddenly bringing you lunches regularly, hanging around your desk, and bringing you your favorite chocolate. There was no logical reason for his sudden interest in you and you were hoping that this wouldn’t last much longer. But you could feel him staring at you and you finally built up the courage to ask the question that was lingering on your mind. “Hey Michael? How did you know I like this chocolate?”
“Easy,” Michael said, grinning from ear to ear. “I found a picture of you eating it on your Facebook from four years ago!”
*
“There’s my good girl.”
You shut the door behind you and dropped your bag to the floor. You didn’t even look up at the god invading your personal space. You wondered why you didn’t even question how he commanded your home like he, too, owned it, but frankly, your mind wasn’t in the proper state to question it. Instead, you just let out a sigh.
“Hi, Loki.”
Loki’s eyebrow perked up. That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. Normally when you got home, you would run into his arms and kiss him. Today, however, you simply stood there and mechanically removed your coat.
“Pet?” Loki asked, not quite stepping towards you but leaning in your general direction. “What...are you alright?”
You snorted and shrugged. “Why does it matter?”
“Darling, speak to me.”
Loki’s voice was quieter and you almost fell into his arms and began sobbing. No, things were not alright. Your failure at securing a vacation was still irritating you, your boss’ comment had your chest clenching, and the behavior of Michael had a panic attack bubbling beneath the surface of your skin for the past five hours.
It wasn’t that he brought you chocolate. It was that he went so out of his way to bring you that specific chocolate. He perused your Facebook just to find out something you would like. Michael went back through four whole years of posts and pictures and videos. It wasn’t romantic, nor was it endearing or sweet. It was creepy and it made your stomach churn. He went through so much unnecessary effort just to find a type of chocolate you liked. Really, you would have preferred him take a random guess instead of spending probably an hour or two scrolling through Facebook. At least that didn’t involve invading a social media platform that you didn’t even have him friended on.
And then he had become your desk neighbor, meaning you would be sitting next to him from the beginning to the end of your shift. You couldn’t hide from him and after everything that you went through with your boss, moving your own desk was not an option. You had no options here. You were stuck at work with a coworker who gave you unnerved chills and you knew your boss would do nothing to help you.
Maybe Mr. Richards thought Michael was the one who gave you the hickeys. The thought made you hold back a gag.
“Pet,” Loki said insistently. You looked up at him finally. He was wearing a light blue polo that was tucked into charcoal gray pants. On any other day, you would be drooling and admiring the sight of his beautiful, elegant muscles. But today, you simply stared at his pale face and shrugged.
“Nothing happened,” you said, looking away and unwrapping the scarf from around your neck.
“You know, I told Odin this when I was bartering to become the God of Sex. As the God of Mischief, I am also determined to be the God of Lies.” Loki stepped closer to you, his expensive shoes clicking against the floor. “Have you forgotten that too, my sweet?”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Loki,” you sighed, shutting your eyes and taking a deep, contemplative breath. “I just want to take a shower and forget about it.”
“So something did happen,” Loki pressed.
You nearly growled but rather than doing that, you just pursed your lips. “Yes.”
Loki sighed, looking a bit deflated. “My dearest,” he whispered, cupping your face in his hands and angling you to look at him. You swallowed the lump in your throat that had grown there upon looking at his face. Those charming eyes were dulled and worried. You bit your lip - which Loki quickly stopped you from doing - and he swiped his thumbs along your cheekbones. “Talk to me.”
“I didn’t get the vacation,” you said softly. As soon as the words left your mouth, tears welled in your eyes. “I didn’t get it, Loki.”
“Oh, sweet,” Loki purred. He went to hug you but you shook your head and pulled yourself away.
“I’m sorry. I tried but...but…” you trailed off, furiously wiping the tears that were falling down your cheeks once again. “It didn’t work.”
You brushed past Loki, ignoring the shocked look on his face.
“Where are you going?”
“To shower.” You paused in the doorway to your bedroom and turned back to look at Loki, your expression as cold as Mr. Richards’ was earlier. “It’s what I want.”
You left him standing in the hallway, his jaw dropped at your harsh tone. You walked through your bedroom, shucking off pieces of clothing with every step before reaching your bathroom. You shut the door and debated on locking it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to shut Loki out like that. After all, he hadn’t done anything wrong.
Turning to the shower, you prayed that the hot water would run long enough for you to bathe, clean your hair, and maybe cry for a few minutes.
“Is there a God of Hot Showers up there in Asgard?” you muttered to yourself cynically as you turned the hot water nozzle. “If there is, I hope you’re listening.”
As the water heated up, you discarded your bra and underwear - the last garments still on your body. Straightening your back, your eyes caught your reflection in the mirror and you gasped.
You were marked, head to toe, with bites and scratches and bruises from Loki. They were all over your neck - though that you knew - but the marks on your breasts had grown darker since the night prior. They were littered over your skin like little purple and red and blue flowers. You brushed the pads of your fingers over your breasts, trailing them down your stomach to your hips. Cupping your hips were obvious grip marks from where Loki had aided you in riding him. You placed your hand around your hip, trying to align the tips of your fingers with the bruises but you couldn’t reach them, showing you the true length of Loki’s hands.
You turned to the side a bit, trying to see where else his claims had landed, only to gasp when you caught sight of your backside.
Oh. That’s why he didn’t want to spank you just yet.
After only three smacks of his hand last night, your entire left cheek was bruised. Three hits had done that. You poked the skin, not feeling much of anything. Had Loki placed a spell over you so you wouldn’t feel this? You licked your lips and ran the palm of your hand over the discolored skin. The wetness growing between your legs did not go unnoticed. But the longer you were staring in the mirror, the more you noticed the glass fogging up from the steam of the shower.
You turned back around quickly and hopped into the shower, letting the nearly burning water beat at your skin. You scrubbed your soapy washcloth against yourself, hoping to wash away the feelings of doubt, insecurity, and anxiety that had embedded themselves in your pores and bones and blood since speaking to your boss.
When you were finished scrubbing your body, the water was beginning to run cold. You shivered a bit, unsure of whether or not you should get out. You hadn’t even washed your hair yet or had that shower cry that would inevitably leave you feeling tired and only slightly better than you had been feeling before. But when you reached for the shower handles to turn the water off, you heard the door to the bathroom open and close. You stood back up straight, not moving a muscle. The water grew colder as you listened to the gentle shuffling of clothes falling to the tile floor. Your eyes fell to the porcelain beneath your feet as the shower curtain was pulled open.
“May I join you?” Loki asked softly. You nodded and he stepped into the tub quietly. When he felt the water hit his skin, he yelped and moved backwards. “Are you trying to freeze yourself to death?”
You giggled, actually feeling a bit of happiness for the first time in hours. “The hot water ran out.”
“Allow me to take care of that,” Loki murmured. He stepped beside you, his massive body a bit overwhelming for the small shower. He lifted his hand up to the shower head and you watched his palm glow. When he removed his hand from the structure, the water that came out was warm and soothing. You smiled as he pulled you into a hug from the side. He kissed your forehead and rocked you back and forth a bit. “Better?”
“Much,” you admitted, resting your head on his chest. You both stood there quietly for a few moments. You knew he wanted to ask you what was on your mind and figure out what happened today but you didn’t have the strength to talk about it. You turned in his arms and placed your hands flat to his chest. For a moment, you just admired him - the smooth curves of his muscles and the way the warm water dripped over him. Even with his hair wet, it framed his face perfectly, emphasizing the sharp cheekbones and sleek jawline that you loved kissing so much. You had seen him naked several times but there was something intimate about this time. You never truly got to examine his body in the way you were now. Even looking down at his cock, you realized just how beautiful it was. His long legs twitched when you ran your hands along his abdomen and you imagined the true power that resided within those thighs. You looked up at his serene face and licked your lips slowly. “I’m sorry for snapping at you.”
“Hey, there’s no need to apologize. A bit of fury is warranted,” Loki said as he ran his hands up and down your nude back. His cock twitched between you as he caressed you and he genuinely blushed. “I apologize for that.”
“There’s definitely no need to apologize,” you purred, reaching between you to wrap your hand around his cock. Loki sighed and fluttered his lashes shut as you stroked him. You watched your hand stroke over his large, long cock, your core growing wet at the small size of your hand compared to his length. “I missed this.”
“Pet, as much as I love your little hands,” Loki gasped, bucking into your fist with a particularly hard squeeze on your part. “Oh, baby. Fuck, I’m supposed to be making you feel better.”
“This is making me feel better,” you whispered. You dropped Loki’s cock from your grip and reached up to cup his face. Loki’s eyes opened and you blushed under his intense gaze. “I don’t want to talk about today. Not yet, at least. Can we just have some fun for now?”
“Please don’t deflect, dear,” Loki sighed, taking your hands in his.
“I’m not. We will talk about it but I’m just so pent up with stress and disappointment that I want to feel good,” you said, squeezing his hands. “Please, Master. I’ve been thinking about you and your cock all day. Being with you is all I’ve been looking forward to and I want everything. I want you to touch me, fuck me, cum in me. Loki, I’ll do anything just to have your hands on me.”
“Hearing you say those things...it undoes me,” Loki growled. His hands fell to your hips and he pushed you against the tile wall. His mouth was on yours then, licking up the warm water and tears that had nestled themselves on your lips. You grabbed the wet strands of his hair and pushed your body against his, feeling his hard, hot cock drag against your stomach. Loki’s hand slid up your waist to your breast, where he teased your nipple and brushed over the bruises with hard taps of his fingers, to which he slid up and grabbed your neck. You gasped and let your head fall back against the wall. Loki chuckled as he kissed along your jawline. “Do you want to know what’s been on my mind all day, little one?”
“Yes,” you managed to whisper as his hand squeezed your neck ever so slightly. You pushed forward into his grip, earning an amused chuckle from Loki.
Loki’s mouth dragged up to your ear where he bit you earlobe. “I imagined tying you up to your bed, binding your wrists together and keeping your legs spread wide apart. Perhaps I’d even blindfold you or gag you. And then for hours, I’d take my time running my tongue along your delicious little cunt, giving you orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. And then finally, when you were so pliant, weak, and overstimulated, I’d bury my cock into you and fuck you until you passed out from ultimate pleasure.”
“Oh my,” you breathed out, eyes wide and pussy dripping.
“How does that sound, pet? Would you want that?” Loki asked as he pulled back.
You nodded, mouth agape. “Yes, Master.”
“Hmm..good. But not today,” Loki whispered. He grabbed you and flipped you around so your back was pressed to his wet, hard chest. “Being in this cramped little shower with you has inspired new plans.”
“Like what?” you asked. Loki’s cock was nestled against your ass as he rocked himself against you slowly. You spread your legs wider and rolled your head back onto his shoulder. Loki kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth easily. You moaned as his hand slid down your body. You were sure that his fingers were going to brush over your mound and tease your clit but instead, his hand paused on your waist. You felt, rather than saw, him smile as he removed the shower head from its wall mount.
“I’ve heard these can be rather...stimulating for a woman,” Loki purred. He let the water stream run over your breasts and down your stomach. He ran the tip of the shower head along your skin and when you felt the droplets reach your swollen clit, you squirmed in his arm. His grip tightened on you, keeping your body pressed flat to his. “Ah, ah. No running, sweet. You’re going to stay right here.”
“S-Sorry, Loki,” you said as he dragged the shower head down your stomach.
“Will you be my good girl and let me play with your pretty little clit?” Loki asked.
“Yes, Master.” You nodded eagerly.
“Now stay nice and still,” Loki whispered. His arm tightened around you, sealing your body to his as he pressed the shower head’s streaming water to your clit. You understood why Loki had held you firmer - you nearly jumped out of his arms from the intense stimulation. It was like dozens of tiny, intricate fingers were tapping and swirling at your clit.
“Loki! Loki, oh my...please,” you panted, legs spreading even wider as the water hit you. Your legs were shaking as you tried to keep your balance and you were extremely grateful for Loki’s strong grasp. Loki chuckled, his lips pressed to your neck.
“I bet it feels so good, doesn’t it, pet? The way the water pounds at your clit, sending chills up and down your spine.” Loki’s voice was low, sonorous, and decadent. He pushed the shower head closer to your cunt and some of the water dared to shoot near your hole. You grasped for purchase on anything - one hand finding Loki’s hair and the other resting over Loki’s hand on your stomach. You clawed at his skin and pulled at his wet roots. Loki licked over the wet skin of your neck and moaned. “You are so responsive to me, baby. Hearing you cry for me, I have half a mind to toss you onto the floor of this tub and fuck you. How you tempt me, you seductress.”
“I-I wouldn’t b-be opposed,” you managed through a giggle, your thighs trembling furiously.
“Mmm...not yet. I’d like to play with you some more.”
With that, the hand that was on your stomach dropped to your pussy. The water began coming from the nozzle harder, sharper, a bit more intense. You shouted Loki’s name as two fingers dipped into your cunt. And his pace was not slow nor teasing. His fingers fucked in and out of you with harsh intention, desperate to prepare you for his cock, you were sure.
“Tell me everything you’re feeling,” Loki growled.
“It feels...so fucking good. It’s like you’re biting and nibbling on my clit,” you admitted. You wondered if that was why you were enjoying this so much. Had the shower head reminded you of Loki’s sinful mouth this entire time? Your head was fogging up more than your bathroom mirror and you tried to blink through the haze. “And your...fuck...your fingers, Loki. Oh, more. Faster, please.”
“Faster? Naughty little thing,” Loki chuckled. He listened to you, though, and increased the pace of his fingers. He felt like he was vibrating within you and perhaps he was with the use of magic. But with the water hitting you, his mouth on your neck, and his cock grinding into your ass, you didn’t want to analyze whether or not magic was being used. You wanted to enjoy this feeling of pleasure.
“Loki!” You couldn’t resist letting a scream fall from your lips as the water got harder and harder, faster and faster. Your clit felt raw and incredibly stimulated and your hole was gaping to accommodate Loki’s generous fingers. Your body was flailing against him, pushing away from his body but also pushing down onto the shower head and his fingers. You weren’t sure whether you were trying to escape him or force him to give you more. But your flailing ripped a growl from Loki’s lips and he lifted the shower head from your clit, pressing it to your stomach to move you back against him.
“I said no running away,” he hissed, returning the nozzle to your clit. “Why must you try to escape, dearest?”
“T-Too much. It feels too good.”
“Oh, my darling, overstimulation will work wonders on your sweet body,” Loki laughed blatantly, shaking his head as he inserted a third finger into your body. “I simply cannot wait for that lesson.”
“Then don’t make me wait,” you said through gritted teeth.
“You must,” he whispered, dragging out the final word as he curled his fingers within you. You tried to bite back the moan but it left your lips before you could capture it. “You were an inexperienced virgin less than a week ago. Let me take my time with you, pet.”
“Fine, just...just…”
“What, little one? Tell me what you want.”
“I want your cock,” you said quickly, pulling away slightly to grasp his cock.
Loki’s groan was heady as you pumped him, the wetness of your bodies making it easier to slide along his length. He thrusted himself into your hand and you turned your head, watching the look of pleasure wash over his face. His eyes were closed, wet lashes casting lengthy shadows over his heavenly cheekbones. His brows were furrowed ever so slightly and when you squeezed his cock, they knitted together even tighter. You bit your lip when his lips parted and released a soft groan. Even in his state of divine pleasure, he did not stop fucking you with his fingers or slow down the pressure from the water. He groaned again when you flicked your wrist on a pump and his eyelashes fluttered as his eyes opened.
“You’re staring, pet,” he teased, grin wide and wild.
“Maybe I am,” you said before pecking him on the lips. “I can’t help it. You’re beautiful.”
Loki paused, the shower slowing a bit and his fingers stilling inside you. He scanned your face and there was some unique expression that floated on his. You couldn’t read him - of course the God of Lies would be able to conceal his emotions with ease - but you knew he was feeling...something. Whatever that something was, you wanted to know what it was. You leaned forward and kissed him again intimately and deeply. After pulling away, Loki shook his head.
“You mean that,” he mumbled. He blinked the steam out of his eyes before turning his gaze back to you. “But how can you say that when you look like this? Covered in my marks? I really did do a number on you.”
“You did and I love it,” you said, fighting away the memories of your boss scolding you for those very bruises. You didn’t want to recall that right now. You wanted to just live in this moment with Loki and his hands and the damn shower head.
You had a feeling you were going to be taking longer showers in the future.
“As you should, little girl. You should love and adore every mark your Master leaves on your body.” Loki looked deep into your eyes as his fingers began fucking you in earnest again. You gasped and Loki licked his lips. “Now cum.”
You did. You flew away with your orgasm. Your body physically jumped as the water pounded against your clit. Your orgasm washed over you with more intensity than each of the little streams of water had hit you with combined. But you were not given a chance to let your orgasm subside. Instead, the shower head magically appeared back on the wall and you were flipped around, hoisted into Loki’s arms, shoved against the shower wall, and impaled on his cock.
“Master! Oh, Loki,” you moaned, your head falling against the tile. Loki’s cock moved faster than his fingers did, the blunt head jabbing your most sensitive spot nestled so far within you that you could never reach it on your own.
“Look at these breasts. You’ve covered in me,” Loki groaned, admiring the discolored flesh before his eyes. Your breasts were bouncing enticingly as he fucked you up and down on his cock. His eyes drifted to the gem between your breasts and he stared at it, mouth agape and breath coming out a bit shakier. There was something extremely erotic knowing that you kept his pendant on while in the shower. Granted, he knew you would because you admitted to not wanting to take it off but seeing it actually before his eyes had his cock swelling dangerously.
You pushed your hips down onto Loki’s cock, your cunt fluttering around him. The shower wall was hard and slick as your back hit it and rubbed against it. You almost chuckled at the knowledge of having a different kind of marking from Loki after this - one that resulted from scraping the wall constantly. Your entire body would be covered with him.
Locking your legs tighter around Loki’s slim waist, you placed your hand under his chin and forced him to look into your eyes. His eyes were dilated, blown wild with lust, and your own were matching his. Loki grinned and captured your wet lips in his, drinking your moans like the finest of wines.
And that was how he held you there, cock nestled inside of you and arms supporting your half-bruised ass. Your lips never left his, the feeling of him against you too good to let go off. When you felt your pussy tightening around him, you began whimpering. Loki let his lips drift from yours just enough to allow him to talk. Though when he spoke, his lips still brushed against yours, kissing you with his words.
“I know, sweet. I know you need to cum. I didn’t let you rest, did I?” Loki whispered. “This is only a taste of what I can do to you. We truly have only just begun.”
“Give it to me, Master. Give me everything,” you said desperately, kissing him between phrases. Loki moaned against you, his nails digging into your ass and - ah, there was the bite of the bruise. It felt alluring, truly breathtaking as that bit of pain crawled up your spine from your backside.
“I will, little one. I promise,” Loki said. “I’m going to make you cum now. I want you to scream for me.”
“Yes, Master.”
One of the hands that was supporting you moved to brush your clit. You didn’t realize how sensitive the little bud was from the intensity of the shower until Loki touched it. Your mouth parted and Loki sealed his lips over yours. When your orgasm hit you shortly after, you did scream and the sound landed directly in Loki’s mouth and crawled down his throat. He kissed you as you yelped and shouted, his cock twitching inside of you. He picked up his pace, cock thrusting into your furiously, almost angrily, before he spilled inside of you. And much to your delight, Loki’s mouth stayed on yours as he came. You felt his moans, tasted them, and you decided to brand those hot groans on your tongue until the day you died. You licked up the sounds he made and deemed it your mission to draw more out from him as you purposefully clenched your pussy around him. Loki continued to cum, and only when he finished, did he remove his mouth from yours.
“Good girl,” Loki sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “Always my good girl, no matter what.”
Apparently, that was your signal to cry.
Your tears fell quickly and you could see Loki panicking, thinking that he had hurt you. You quickly reassured him that the day had simply caught up to you and that you were overwhelmed with emotions. Loki slipped his cock from you and placed you on the shower floor. As you cried, Loki washed your hair, massaging the shampoo and conditioner into your scalp with tenderness and talented fingers. After that, he soaped your body up again and washed you down. Though you felt better, you continued to cry and he let you. He hugged you and kissed the top of your head, dousing you in care.
“It’s okay,” he whispered as you cried. “I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”
And then Loki pulled you from the shower and dried you off, though your face remained wet. He magically dried your hair and placed comfortable clothing on you. You stood there as he waved his hand, resulting in his own body and hair drying immediately. His polo and trousers returned to his body as he folded your hand in his. He led you into your bedroom and sat you on your bed. Your sobs had quieted down but the tears continued to fall.
“I think you should tell me what happened,” he said, crouching before you in a sophisticated, regal squat that you wished you could have seen from behind. He took both of your hands in his and you nodded.
“I asked for the vacation but my boss denied me. He said it was unprofessional to ask for one after showing up late literally once and coming in with hickeys and...he just...he made me feel so weak and powerless. He made fun of me for being nervous and told me my outfit was finally professional which is just bullshit, Loki. He said I would only be taking the vacation to get more hickeys,” you whispered, staring down at your conjoined hands. “He was disgusted by the bruises and he told me I was lucky he didn’t fire me.”
Loki’s hands had tightened and his face went dark and cold. You shrunk back, a bit afraid of him. You saw it in that moment that Loki was not just someone who was fucking you. He was a dangerous god who, most likely, had killed people. The Gods of Asgard were warriors, fierce fighters, defenders and attackers. Loki was a creature birthed over a thousand years ago. He must have seen your fear because he sighed and let his shoulders relax, his face hiding the raw emotion on it again.
“I am so sorry, my sweet. He does not deserve a worker like you. You are smart, hard-working, and the quality of your work should not depend on whether or not you’re properly fucked,” Loki said, earning a snort from you for the last part. Loki rubbed his thumbs along the back of your knuckles. “He will pay for this, I swear it.”
“That bastard is probably sitting in his office all smug now. He always stays late on Thursdays for payroll and he’s probably just snickering and thinking about me sobbing in his office,” you said with a watery laugh. You wiped your cheek with the back of your hand. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get the vacation. I guess I didn’t learn your lesson properly.”
“Hey.” Loki took your face between his hands. “Don’t say that. Never say that. You did what you could. It is not your fault that he degraded you like that. You will get your vacation, I am sure of it.”
“Thank you, Loki,” you whispered. Loki stretched up and kissed you briefly. When he pulled back, he smiled gently at you. He stood then and shoved his hands into his pockets.
“Considering I meant to stay with you for a few days, I planned on going back to Asgard tonight. I am afraid I will have to leave you once again, little one,” Loki sighed. He snapped his fingers and a tray table appeared at the edge of your bed with a box of pizza and a bottle of wine on top of it. “There, take care of yourself. I will be back tomorrow.”
You tried to ignore the pang in your chest at the thought of Loki leaving again. For some reason, you thought he might stay, maybe eat a bit, and then perhaps you’d be able to spend the night in his arms. He had made you feel so good, so safe, so seen as he held you in the shower and listened to your cries. And when you looked at him now, your heart ached at the thought of saying goodbye to him.
“Okay,” you uttered softly. “I’ll...I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
Loki placed his hand on your cheek once again and he parted his lips, but closed them quickly. He nodded and looked out the window. The feeling of his hand disappeared from your cheek and he was suddenly gone.
*
Loki did not go to Asgard. Instead, he stood outside your apartment building with a look of death on his face.
He should not be as angry as he was.
It was like a fire had lit inside of him that was fueled by malicious intent. It brewed within him when he first saw you come home and it only ignited further when you confessed what happened. He had seen the fear on your face when you looked at him after telling him about your day and he had to rein in the anger in his features. He didn’t want you thinking he was mad at you.
No, he was mad at your bastard of a boss. The man had humiliated you and made you cry. Loki had never seen you so distraught and upset. When Loki had held you in the shower, he made a vow to hurt whoever did this to you, whoever made you feel this way. He could not stand to see you in so much pain.
But why? Why was this affecting him so badly? Why were you affecting him so deeply?
Loki obviously cared about you. If he didn’t, he would have played with you on that first night and left without a trace. That was his plan all along but you simply fascinated him. Now, that fascination was growing. His days, his nights, and all of his plans revolved around you. And now, you were inspiring violence in him.
Loki’s next destination was one that had been quickly decided after you told him how terrible your day was.
That bastard is probably sitting in his office all smug now. He always stays late on Thursdays for payroll and he’s probably just snickering and thinking about me sobbing in his office...
He didn’t want to leave you when you were so shaken but he would not be able to rest easy knowing that he could have done something but didn’t. He wanted to comfort you but he also wanted to make this right. With that in mind, Loki stormed down to your office building, seething with rage. Your boss, whoever he was, would not get away with hurting you. It was Loki’s job to protect you and if that protection meant coming in the form of harassing your boss, so be it.
It wasn’t like Loki didn’t enjoy a bit of maiming every now and then.
Besides, your boss would be lucky. Loki would probably go easy on him because he was in such a good mood from having his cock stuffed inside of you. You had cum so beautifully all over him, your face contorted in pleasure and your cunt gripping his cock so tightly that Loki was sure he would have gotten stuck inside of you.
Not that he wouldn’t enjoy that either.
When Loki reached the outside of your office building, he transformed his polo and trousers into the same suit he wore when he followed you to work and transported himself inside. He landed at your desk and noticed that all of the other desks in the room were empty. Well, at least it’d be easy to find your boss.
Loki crept through the building, keeping his footsteps light and only slightly menacing to the dust gathering on the ground, while he looked into the windows of the emptied offices. As he rounded the corner of a long hallway, Loki paused, eyeing the office at the end of the corridor.
It was the one that he had sat in yesterday and it was the only one with the lights on.
Loki fixed his tie, rolled his shoulders, and transported himself into the office silently. There was a man hunched over the large mahogany desk. He was scribbling something down and he was humming a song that Loki did not recognize. But Loki did recognize the man himself. He was the one who had been yelling at you after you reheated Michael’s lunch the day prior. Immediately, Loki had to stop himself from throwing a dagger into the man’s wrinkled neck. Instead, Loki waited patiently with a smile on his face.
Travis Richards stiffened a bit. His shoulders tensed and the hums faded from his lips. He looked up slowly and screamed upon viewing his intruder. Loki tilted his head to the side and waited for the man to stop screaming. Travis reached for the phone on his desk but Loki waved his hand and made the device disappear.
“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my office?” he hissed, scrambling out of his chair and backing up against the wall.
“That does not matter,” Loki said, walking over to the desk. He felt Travis’ eyes on him as he picked up the paper from his desk. Loki’s eyes scanned down the page as he tapped his expensive shoe on the floor. It seemed that this was the payroll sheet that you had been referring to. “You are a bad man, Travis Richards.”
“H-How do you know my name?” Travis asked. Loki lifted his eyes from the page and sighed. He picked up the name plaque on Mr. Richards’ desk and tossed it at the man. Loki went back to reading the page as Travis clutched the plaque to his chest. “What do you want from me?”
“I want to know why you are such a wretched human, Travis,” Loki said jovially, pausing his exploration of the paper to smile up at Travis. “You have been mistreating one of your employees.”
“So you’re from Human Relations? Well, that’s bullcrap. I don’t mistreat any of my workers!” Travis hissed, spitting like a sick feral cat.
“Human Relations,” Loki snorted and rolled his eyes. “Do I look like I’m from Human fucking Relations, Travis?”
“Well, you won’t tell me who you are. How am I supposed to know?” Travis snarled.
Loki glared at Travis, nostrils flared and head held high. He grinned then, a smile that challenged Travis to keep asking him questions. Loki let his green magic swarm around him and change his suit into his Asgardian armor, complete with his billowing green cape and golden helm.
“I am Loki of Asgard and you have really pissed me off.”
“Loki!” Travis scrambled around the desk and fell to his knees before Loki. He bowed forward and pressed sloppy kisses to Loki’s shoes. Loki pulled his foot away from Travis and shook his head.
“You do not deserve to kiss my boot,” Loki said. He grabbed the back of Travis’ neck and pulled his face up. Loki shoved the paper in Travis’ face and pointed to your name. “Tell me why you have been abusing this employee.”
“M-My Prince, I do know what you mean! I have never -”
“Silence!” Loki hissed, drawing his dagger and pointing it at the bulb of Travis’ neck. Loki watched as Travis swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing and barely scraping the tip of Loki’s knife. The god laughed darkly. “I have no issue with impaling you upon my blade. Answer the question.”
“Loki, my gracious god, if you would just listen! I would -”
Loki slapped the back of his hand across Travis’ face. The old man stumbled over and caught himself on the palms of his hands. He looked up at Loki in terror as the god grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and hoisted him forward.
“I am tired of your lies. You will explain why you have shamed this woman for showing up late one time, for asking for a fucking vacation, and for bearing bruises of intimacy,” Loki hissed, his breath curling around Travis’ face. “How dare you? You are nothing but scum under my boot.”
Loki dropped the man’s collar and tossed the paper onto the desk. He brushed his hands off and stood up straight, back completely erect as Travis posed on his hands and knees at his feet.
“My Prince, I run a tight company here. Every employee is treated the same. Late employees are reprimanded and one cannot ask for a vacation when they are in trouble!” Travis tried to explain with a red face. “And as far as those hickeys goes...that’s unprofessional. You must understand that for someone to show up to work covered in them just emphasizes that they’re not fit for work. A slut can’t represent the company.”
“Slut?!” Loki roared. He grabbed Travis and threw him against the wall, pinning him up with one hand. His other hand held the edge of the dagger against his throat. “How dare you call her a slut?! Those hickeys you speak of are from me - they’re my marks! You will not bear insult upon them or her!”
“My Lord, I did not know!” Travis squirmed, his legs flailing. Loki dropped his dagger and wrapped his entire hand around Travis’ throat. The man gasped and clawed at Loki’s hand, but Loki just laughed maniacally.
“She is mine and you will not disrespect her ever again,” Loki growled. “You’re lucky I don’t kill you.”
“Please...no…” Travis begged.
“Give me one good reason why I should let you live,” Loki demanded, his thumb pressing down on Travis’ windpipe.
“Prince Loki…” he wheezed
“One reason, Travis. That is all I need,” Loki cooed gently.
“B-Because I’ll be nice to her!” Travis said, his face nearly purple from the lack of oxygen. Loki clicked his tongue and shook his head, summing his dagger again. He pressed it to Travis’ chest and sighed.
“Not good enough.”
“Wait!” Travis shouted as Loki’s blade nicked his skin. Loki looked up from where his blade met Travis’ chest up to the man’s face. Loki loosened his grip on Travis’ neck and allowed him to catch his breath quickly. “She wanted a vacation! I’ll...I’ll give it to her. Paid! Paid vacation! If you kill me, it’ll take weeks to find a replacement, then she won’t get her time off for months!”
Loki felt that Travis wasn’t lying. A replacement would be hard to find and it would simply make the process of vacation time harder. Loki pursed his lips and tapped his dagger against Travis’ chest, contemplating his decision.
“Yes, give her the full vacation time. Do not contact her while she is away. I expect her pay to be full and when she returns, you will not dare look in her direction. You are not worthy of her. You better remember my mercy, worm.” Loki dropped Travis to the ground. He grasped his throat with one hand and wrapped his other arm around Loki’s leg.
“Thank you, Prince Loki!” Travis sobbed, rubbing his snotty face along Loki’s shins. “Yes, I will do all of this! Thank you!”
“I’m not done,” Loki said, kicking Travis away from him. He landed on his ass with his back pressed to the wall. Loki crouched in front of Travis and took his hand in his. A green glow binded their hands together as Loki stared into your boss’ weak, gray eyes. “Hear me loud and hear me clear, you will do nothing to ever hurt her feelings ever again. She will never shed another tear thanks to you because you will never give her a reason to do so. You will respect her, cherish her presence, and be kind to her above all else. You will follow these agreed upon terms or else.”
“Or else what?” Travis asked nervously. The green mist between their hands brightened and got thicker. Loki’s eyes glowed a distinct emerald green, matching the gem nestled in the pendant around your neck, as the office filled with the mist he was projecting.
“If you do anything to break these terms, I will know. Should she ever feel disrespected, degraded, or hurt by you again, I will return. I will find you. And I will kill you so brutally, so painfully, you will wish you were never born,” Loki commanded. “Should you speak of my presence or inform her or anyone else of what occurred here on this night, you will drop dead before you can finish your sentence. This spell has been cast and cannot be broken.”
As Loki uttered his words, his eyes flashed brightly and the mist exploded through the room. It shot directly into Travis’ chest, impaling him and settling around his heart. Loki chuckled as the office returned back to its normal dark, sophisticated state.
“Are we clear?” Loki asked, cupping Travis’ cheek with his hand. Travis shrank back from Loki’s touch but nodded quickly. Loki patted his cheek and stood. “Good. It was nice meeting you, Travis.”
And as Loki disappeared after a smirk and a wink, Mr. Richards crumpled into a heap on the floor and pissed himself.
Notes:
Violent Loki is hot I'm sorry I couldn't help myself. What do you think is going to happen now that Loki scared the shit - or, rather pee - out of Mr. Richards?
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Chapter 9: Beds? Where We’re Going, We Don’t Need Beds
Summary:
Now that Mr. Richards has been taken care of, Loki visits Asgard once again. However, an unpleasant surprise is waiting for him. He’s been given a warning, and once he returns to you, that warning will inspire some very protective, possessive feelings within him.
Notes:
Happy Friday everyone!! God, this turned into a monster chapter (11,000 words...I really don't know how that happened). Anyway, get ready for it! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Welcome home, Your Highness.”
Loki froze in his tracks, his eyes shifting upwards from the cavern ground. His gaze locked with the golden eyes of Heimdall, who stood coolly, confidently, and conveniently placed at the mouth of the cave, directly in front of the exit.
The only exit.
Well, shit.
Honestly, Loki didn’t plan on returning to Asgard after he threatened - ah, corrected - your boss. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that maybe he should go home and fulfill his godly responsibilities. After all, you were going to be receiving your vacation and Loki did not want a second of your free time to be spent without his cock buried inside of you.
He took one of the private entrances into the realm. It had been working so far when it came to avoiding the watchful eyes of the guardian. But seeing Heimdall standing there had Loki wondering if his fight or flight instincts would come into play. Loki presented Heimdall with a courteous grin and bowed his head humbly.
“Great Heimdall, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Loki asked. Heimdall’s face remained stoic and chilled, his lips pressed into a tight line. His hands unfolded from behind his back. He pressed a fist to his heart and bowed deeply. When he came back upwards, Heimdall took a few steps towards Loki.
“You’ve been absent from your temple,” Heimdall noted. His heavy footsteps stopped as Loki chuckled. Loki shrugged and licked his lips slowly.
“I have no idea what you’re -”
“You’ve been on Midgard with the mortal.”
Loki’s smile faded from his face. He adjusted his posture - not shuffled nervously, Loki of Asgard did not shuffle nervously - and his stare locked onto Heimdall’s still face. Loki had to give the man credit - most people would have prided themselves on stumping Silvertongue Loki. Instead of bragging or smirking, Heimdall just stood there and waited for Loki to collect his thoughts.
“And if I have? What business is it of yours?” Loki hissed. “I am a god and I will interact with my followers as I choose.”
“I understand,” Heimdall said simply. “I will not stop you. I am not a god as you are. I have only heard the warnings of King Odin. I have no power to place them on you.”
“The warnings of King Odin,” Loki snorted. “The man speaks in riddles. If he was so worried, he would tell me what he is truly concerned about.”
“Why not ask him yourself?” Heimdall suggested.
“What am I supposed to do? Travel to Vanaheim? No. It will not be so,” Loki said, walking past Heimdall and towards the exit of the mountain.
“You don’t need to. Odin is already here.”
For the second time since arriving on Asgard, Loki paused and stood still. He looked over his shoulder to see Heimdall approaching him. Loki searched Heimdall’s face for any sort of lie but the guardian was stoic and truthful as ever.
“Come, My Prince,” Heimdall murmured. “I cannot shield you now.”
“Shield me?” Loki asked as they began traveling down the rocky path that led them down the mountainside. Loki could have transported them back to the palace but capturing these few extra moments at least gave him time to think.
“Aye,” Heimdall said with a curt nod. “I’ve shrouded you from my gaze. If I cannot see you, I cannot report what you’re doing to the King.”
“I thought I had protected myself against your eyes,” Loki whispered, furrowing his brows.
“You attempt to. Many times in the...throes of pleasure, you cannot hold up the magic,” Heimdall actually chuckled, a sound most unusual coming from his mouth. “For that reason, I’ve simply blocked you out completely as of three days ago. I can still hear you should you call for me but otherwise, there is nothing.”
Loki stared at Heimdall, his lips parted and his green eyes full of confusion.
“Why would you do that?” Loki asked quietly. Heimdall turned and looked at him. For the first time, his hardened gold eyes softened. Heimdall lifted a hand and placed it on Loki’s shoulder. He patted him twice before returning his hand back to the sword on his hip.
“Because she makes you happy. It is an emotion I have not seen on you since before Thor left. Plus, I can see that the girl truly needs you. It is a...unique connection you have. One that not even I can understand,” Heimdall said earnestly. His gentle expression molded into something a bit firmer, more serious. “But that does not mean Odin will accept what is occurring. As I said, I do not comprehend the intricacies between god and worshipper but he does. He may try to stop whatever is occurring. For what reason, I know not. Your title is something very dangerous. Sex is not something to be taken lightly. For that, I believe he is most concerned.”
“I see,” Loki hummed. He looked at Heimdall from the corner of his eye. “Have you told him? About me and the mortal, I mean.”
“No,” Heimdall stated. “I have not.”
“Thank you.”
They were silent the rest of the walk to the palace. With every step, Loki wondered what approach he would take to Odin. Snarkiness, denial, and exasperation seemed to be the way to go. Sarcasm always seemed to stump his father. If he could just persuade Odin to move his focus off of the topic of Loki and you, he would be in the clear.
Hopefully.
Heimdall bid Loki goodbye as they reached the golden doors to the throne room. The guards pulled the doors open and Loki strutted in, keeping his face as mysteriously calm as possible. His eyes flickered around the room and saw that Thor was the only person there.
“You know, I keep thinking that I’m going to find daddy dearest here. Much to my relief, it is only you, brother,” Loki laughed. Thor turned and faced him, a shadow cast over his expression. He was grimacing, which startled Loki. Never had Loki seen such a worried expression on his brother's face. Thor stepped aside, and while Odin wasn’t there, he was still sort of there. His form was present, set there by a communication spell, but his physical presence was not in the palace. Loki grinned and held his arms out. “Father! Wow, what a surprise. How’s Vanaheim?”
“Loki,” Odin sighed, his single eye peering so deeply into Loki that it made the God of Mischief squirm nervously. He felt like a child again under Odin’s gaze. Still, he plastered on his best indifferent expression. Odin shook his head. “Thor has told me you were doing research on Midgard.”
“Ah, yes,” Loki murmured, looking at Thor pointedly. “I am.”
“Might this have to do with your little mortal?” Odin asked.
Thor furrowed his brows. “Loki? You have acquired a mortal?”
“No,” Loki growled. “I have not. She is not mine.” Loki’s tongue burned as he said it and an ache in his chest stung with the words. Still, Loki continued to keep his face indifferent. “I have not seen her since my first visit.”
“Then what have you been doing on Midgard?” Odin asked, his single eye looking between his sons. Thor crossed his arms over his chest and gave Loki a look that was not exactly malicious or angry, just curious.
“I am studying their sexual activities. Their culture is much different than ours,” Loki said, pressing his palms to his chest. “Perhaps, Odin Allfather, if you had informed me of such differences earlier in my godship, I wouldn’t need to travel there so often.”
“Do not turn this around on me, Loki,” Odin growled, the wrinkles in his face flaring from stress. “Heimdall cannot see you but that does not mean I cannot.”
“You do not have the Allsight,” Loki said, stepping towards the projection of shimmering magic which held the image of his father.
“I don’t but I am the King of the Realms, burdened with magic stronger than even you are, Great Sorcerer Loki. Do you think I would miss the flares of magic coming from a singular spot on Midgard?” Odin snapped. He lifted his hand and a ball of magic was floating in his palm, colored in the same way of Midgard. He pointed to the globe and in the spot where Loki assumed you lived - actually, he didn’t really know precisely where you lived, now that he thought about it - showed a pulse of magic radiating from there. “Care to explain this?”
Well, no. He couldn’t explain that. Loki didn’t really know what that was. It certainly wasn’t the pendant - that was enchanted in a way that only he could see it. That much he was aware of. But this spark of magic, the rippling waves that were stretching over where you lived, was a bit unnerving even for the God of Chaos.
He paused for a moment.
Were his orgasms that powerful?
Loki snickered.
Thor cleared his throat, tearing Loki from his untimely chuckling. Loki settled his amusement, sent a look of apology to his brother, and returned his gaze back to Odin’s expectant glare. Loki sighed and gestured an open hand towards the floating globe in Odin’s palm.
“I know not of that, I’m afraid,” Loki admitted. “Maybe your magic is faulty? It is possible considering how old and decrepit you -”
“Silence!” Odin shouted, causing both Thor and Loki to flinch. “I know what you are doing, Loki! Heimdall reports nothing amiss with you but that cannot be true. There is always something amiss with you.”
“Hey!” Loki gasped.
“He has a point, brother,” Thor mumbled. Loki flashed his eyes over to Thor, only to see the blonde winking at him with a playful grin on his meaty face.
“Well, perhaps,” Loki chuckled.
Odin growled again, forcing his children into silence.
“You are traveling to Midgard and spending more and more time with that mortal! You occupy her bedspace far too often! I told you the consequences of what would occur if you were to do so!” Odin was fuming, his crinkly face red. If Loki squinted, he swore he could see a vein popping from his forehead. The anger of their father radiated from the projection so clearly that Thor stepped forward and shielded Loki ever so slightly from Odin. It would be barely noticeable on Odin’s end, but Loki appreciated the sentiment.
“No, actually you didn’t. You gave me some cryptic warning, as you always do,” Loki snarled.
“I gave you no direct answer because the effects of this are different depending on the god,” Odin explained with flared nostrils and bared teeth. He let his palm fall, causing the glowing globe to disappear into thin air. “Do you want to know what I believe is happening, Loki?”
“Do tell,” Loki said with a shrug.
“I believe you are spending more than enough time with the mortal. I believe you are spending copious portions of the day in her bed. You regret to leave her side, even now,” Odin said, staring directly into Loki’s eyes. “Spending that much energy and time and perhaps even magic on her is increasing the awareness of your presence. Your magic is flaring in that area and you do not even know it. I felt you occupying Midgard based on your magic. Eventually, your followers will feel it in their subconscious too. Some perhaps already have begun feeling you. Your magic is too powerful for the Midgardians and it is causing a stirring within that realm. Something will come of that, I am sure. Something dangerous and dark and perhaps even threatening to your little pet.”
“Odin,” Loki warned in a growl.
“Is that not what you called her on the Bifrost? A pet of yours?” Odin challenged, a slight smirk on his face.
“Yes and only I can call her that. She is my pet and no one else will dare to address her as such lest you desire to feel my wrath,” Loki hissed, daggers forming in his hands.
Odin’s eye flicked down to Loki’s hands. “So protective over someone who you never see? You may be the God of Lies but you are still my son. I know you, Loki. You are courting danger. Whatever you are doing with her is affecting your followers. There is tension on Midgard. I can feel it. You must rid yourself of this mortal in order to avoid the darkness to come.”
“If you cannot tell me what this so-called darkness is, then I do not want to hear it,” Loki said, fisting his daggers tighter. “The truth of the matter is that I am happy and you do not want to see that.”
“Loki…” Thor murmured, placing one hand out.
“No, Thor. You know this is true,” Loki said, jabbing the tip of his dagger towards his father’s image. He faced back towards Odin and gave a sadistic grin. “You love thinking that I am not good enough at what I do. You guard my mischief under lock and key. You patrol every decision, every remark that I make. Tell me, Odin, why did it take so long for you to erect the Temple of Mischief? I know the only reason why I received the Temple of Sex so quickly is because it was already fucking there!”
“Enough!” Odin yelled.
“No! You will listen!” Loki shouted back. “Not giving me the throne was fine. I never wanted it and I was glad to see Thor take it. But not believing in my powers as a god? That is low. I am good at what I do, whether you want to believe it or not. The chaos among the realms is at an all time low - an appropriate level. The lies of the wicked are heard before they even leave their mouths. And the sex is doing just bloody fine, I would know.”
“Loki,” Odin growled, his face even redder than before. Loki stepped towards the shimmering image, sticking his nose nearly against Odin’s.
“This time, you do not get to tell me what to do. I know what I am doing. It does not matter if I have a pet mortal. It does not matter how often I warm her sheets. It does not matter whether you like it or not. I am Loki, God of Sex, and I will use my title in the way I need to,” Loki said. “Do not come for me. You can’t. I’ve made sure of it.”
“And how is that possible?”
“I have my ways,” Loki chuckled with a smirk. “Now, enjoy Vanaheim.”
As Odin opened his mouth to protest, Loki shoved the blade of his dagger into the image of his father. It flickered and faded away in a thick cloud of mist. After Odin disappeared, Loki placed his daggers back into their pocket of subspace and turned back to his brother. Thor was standing there, arms dangling at his side and a shocked look on his face.
“Does stabbing Odin’s image count as treason?” Loki asked, the corner of his mouth quirking up with mirth.
Thor bellowed out in laughter. “If it does, I’ll say I didn’t see it happen.”
Loki sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I apologize for the outburst.” He looked up sheepishly at Thor. “And the lie.”
“It is fine, brother,” Thor said as he patted Loki’s back. “I understand your frustration.”
“I just wish he would understand that I am not new to being a god. I was not suited for the throne but that does not mean I am not suited to be powerful and protect my worshippers,” Loki said, rolling his eyes.
“You are a strong, capable, powerful god,” Thor whispered. “Never forget that.”
“Thank you,” Loki mumbled, nodding his head.
Thor pursed his lips. “But acknowledging that…”
“Oh no, Thor. Don’t tell me you agree with Odin,” Loki said with exasperation. “I trusted you, brother. Truly, I did. I’m wounded by this.”
“No, it is not that,” Thor chuckled. “It’s just...Odin has seen gods come and go. He is quite the almighty being and I am sure there is some truth in his warnings. Bad things happen to gods who focus all of their energy on one person.”
“I am not focusing all of my energy on her,” Loki pointed out.
“Perhaps, but you are focusing much more of it on her than anyone else,” Thor explained. “I can see you care for her. You defended her honor so brashly.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Loki snickered, thinking of Mr. Richards and the way he cried in his office at Loki’s feet only hours ago.
“See, you care for her.” Thor patted Loki’s shoulder again, shaking the younger god’s body a bit. “Regardless, if father is right then something bad could happen to her.”
The feeling of fear that ran through Loki was so dark, so hot, that he nearly collapsed. He did not want to imagine anything bad happening to you. You were his to care for and protect - no matter the cost. He had reduced your boss to whimpers, snot, and tears and he would go to much more drastic measures to see you safe.
Loki could not explain why this feeling of possessive protection was ingrained so deep inside of him. It did not surprise him that he had gotten soft for you after fucking you for...a week? It had only been a week, Loki noted somewhat hesitantly. Things were moving quite quickly but he wasn’t ready to let them go. No, he was sure he would never be able to let them go. He would never be able to let you go. So, he would strap you to him, guard you, and protect you against any and all threats.
“Nothing bad will happen to her,” Loki said, poking his finger at Thor’s chest. Thor’s eyes widened at the intensity of Loki’s expression. “Nothing at all. I will make sure of it.”
Thor sighed but nodded. “Alright, Loki. I trust you. Just be careful.”
“Of course,” Loki agreed. “I’m going to visit my temples. I fear I may be absent for a while after this.”
“Go along. Do your duties,” Thor said, pulling Loki into a tight hug before pushing him away playfully. Loki chuckled as he walked towards the exit of the throne room, arms folded neatly behind his back. Thor paused and looked up. “Wait, Loki.”
Loki turned around gracefully with one eyebrow raised. “Yes, Thor?”
“You said Odin would not be able to come for you. What did you mean by that?”
“Now if I told you, it would ruin the secrecy,” Loki said with a wink. “Good day, brother.”
Loki swept out of the throne room, smirk on his face and plans running through his mind. And as Thor watched his brother leave the large, empty hall, he could not help but shake his head and sigh.
“Oh, Loki. I do wish Odin is wrong about all of this, just for your sake.”
*
“Wow! What a busy Friday!” Michael said as he evened out a stack of papers on his desk. “I thought Friday was supposed to be our fun day, right bookworm?”
“Right,” you muttered, keeping your eyes focused on your desk.
Michael wasn’t wrong. Today was a rather busy day for you. There were plenty of things that needed edits and re-reads. Normally, you’d be annoyed by the constant flow of papers on your desk but today, you were regretfully thankful for the amount of work. It was an excuse to distract yourself from Michael’s chattering and his persistent grin.
You knew that having him as your desk neighbor would be bad but this was unimaginable. The man did nothing but stare at you and talk and give you nicknames. Every time he called you something, your skin crawled. His nicknames were nothing like the endearing pet names that Loki gave you. And unfortunately, you couldn’t stop thinking about Loki.
After he left last night, it was like there was a hole burned into your chest. You had missed him before but there was something unique about this particular night. You attributed it to the comfort and care he brought you, holding you and letting you cry against him. No one had ever pulled you so close and wrapped their arms around you so snuggly.
And when he left, you began to cry. Cooper had busted into your room and nuzzled against you while you cried. You missed Loki, you missed him so much, and you had no idea why it hurt so much that he left. You knew he couldn’t stay forever but dammit, you just wanted one night in his arms. You had hoped that after your shitty day, he would finally let you fall asleep as he held you to his chest and breathed against your hair.
You couldn’t even sleep last night. Your mind kept wandering to where Loki was, what he was doing, and what things would be like if he was there with you. Your hand had been clutched so tightly around his pendant that by the time the sun rose, your palm was etched with the lines of the gem.
You were becoming too attached to Loki but for some reason, you didn’t care.
These thoughts carried with you throughout the day. You thought of what it would be like to be with Loki in more than just the physical way. And then, that led to thinking of him in the physical way on top of that - on top of you. But these thoughts were always robbed from you before you could dive too deeply into them, all thanks to Michael and his insistent babbling.
Basically, you were tired, annoyed, and horny the entire day. Not a good combination.
But when you saw the time on your computer flip over to 5:00 p.m., you quickly jumped up from your seat and gathered your things. Michael stretched and stared at you, his smile lazy and slimy.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re beautiful?” Michael asked, running the tip of his finger along his lip. You froze, jacket halfway on your body as you turned to look at him. You swallowed and nodded.
“Yeah, someone has,” you whispered.
“Well then let me be the next person to tell you that you’re beautiful,” Michael said, standing from his seat. He walked over to you and leaned on the cubicle wall, crossing his legs over one another. “You’re beautiful.”
“Thanks,” you said softly. You collected your bag and tossed it over your shoulder. “I need to get going.”
“Hey wait,” Michael said, sliding in front of you and holding his hands out. You purposefully took a step back so his palms wouldn’t touch you. “It’s the weekend. We should go out.”
“I don’t think we should,” you said, shaking your head. “But thank you.”
“Why not?” Michael asked, brows furrowed.
You stared at him, your lips parted and your eyes wide. He looked...angry. Livid, actually that you had turned him down. You tried to ignore the pit of nervousness in your stomach that was growing larger and larger. Michael took a step closer to you and you stepped backwards. Your hand flew up and rested over your sweater, which was covering your necklace. You felt the gem under your clothing and you took a deep breath.
“I said, why not?” he said, narrowing his eyes.
“I’m seeing someone,” you admitted.
“You’re not seeing someone,” Michael noted. “I checked.”
“Y-You checked?” you asked, pressing your palm firmer against the necklace.
“Online. You didn’t put anything on Facebook or Instagram. You’re not following anyone new on Twitter. So you can’t be seeing someone,” he explained.
“It’s very recent. Just this past week,” you said. “Michael...I need to go.”
“Where? To see your boyfriend?” Michael asked. You winced a bit. Loki wasn’t your boyfriend, not really. He was someone you were sleeping with, someone who took care of your dog, someone who made you food. Shaking the thought away, you smiled as politely as you could.
“No. I need to feed my dog,” you said, nodding slightly.
Michael grinned. “Oh, Cooper!”
For some reason, Michael knowing about your dog - your best boy, your baby - made you want to hurl. You nodded and smiled wider.
“Yep! Cooper!”
“Ah, I can’t keep you from the little guy,” Michael said, grinning and chuckling darkly. He stepped aside and swept his hand out. “Go on, bookworm. I’ll see you Monday.”
“See you Monday,” you said quickly as you rushed past him. But before you could escape, you felt his fingers brush down your arm as you walked by him. You looked over your shoulder but Michael just waved, acting as if nothing happened. You swallowed the lump in your throat and ran towards the doors. You pulled the necklace out from your sweater, holding onto the gem for comfort. Your grip was tight as you hurried down the hallway but you stopped in your tracks when you saw your boss waiting at the office exit. Upon seeing you, Mr. Richards froze and looked around. He gulped and waved with an awkwardly shaking hand.
“Oh! There you are,” Mr. Richards said, wringing his hands together and shuffling up to you nervously. You watched the older man’s eyes flash around the office and you wondered what had gotten into him. The strict, collected man was now a fumbling mess. For some reason, he wouldn’t even meet your eyes.
“Hi, Mr. Richards,” you said, dropping your hand from the pendant. “Listen, I’m sorry about asking for -”
“It’s yours. The vacation, I mean. It’s all set. You’re approved,” he said quickly. His eyes focused on the gem around your neck and his face got extremely pale. “You’re officially on vacation once you walk out those doors.”
“But why?” you asked, not sure if you should question the good luck that was coming your way.
“Uh...well...I...I just changed my mind,” he said with a hurried shrug. “I also just wanted to apologize for how I treated you.”
That shocked you more than the vacation did.
“Mr. Richards -”
“No, really. I am. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Sorry, kid,” Mr. Richards laughed nervously. “Now go have fun on your vacation.”
He looked up at you briefly and smiled but there was something wrong with his eyes. They were dark and gloomy, missing the confidence that was normally there. And as he turned on his heel and walked away, you noticed the stain of sweat lining the collar of his shirt.
You walked home in a daze, your encounter with Michael nearly forgotten after what happened with your boss. Never was Mr. Travis Richards a shaking, sweaty mess. When you first got hired, one of the higher ups came to the office and tore apart every procedure, every policy, and every detail of the company. The entire time, Mr. Richards stood there with his hands folded in front of him and a chilled look on his face, completely unbothered.
Overnight, Mr. Richards went from someone nearly spitting in your face as he yelled at you to someone who trembled and wouldn’t look you in the eyes.
At least you got a vacation out of it, right?
You pushed your way into your apartment with that still confused look on your face. You heard Loki’s familiar steps coming around the corridor as you shucked your coat off. Immediately, your chest felt full again and a burden slid from your shoulders to the floor. You looked up as Loki entered the entryway.
“Good evening, pet,” he said with a slick grin.
“Hello there, Master,” you purred, slinking up to Loki and resting your hands on his shirt.
“I’m glad you’re home. Cooper was quite insistent on getting some rather demanding stomach scratching,” Loki snorted.
“Ah, they’re called tummy rubbies, actually,” you giggled, holding onto Loki tighter. There was a bark from the other room and Loki rolled his eyes. You lifted an eyebrow suspiciously. “What was that?”
“He said that you were right,” Loki said. There was a louder bark and Loki grimaced. “And that I’m an idiot apparently. Why do I put up with your annoying beast?”
“Because you get some great sex out of it.” You wiggled your eyebrows and Loki laughed. He tossed up a hand at the doorway into the living room glowed green. “What…?”
“I just created a shield, darling. He can’t come in here or hear us for now,” Loki murmured, kissing your cheek. “I’m a bit against sharing you right now.”
“You’re insatiable,” you laughed. You smoothed your hands over Loki’s shirt and sighed. He was dressed rather comfortably, something you had never really seen him do before. His shirt was a soft, short sleeved v-neck dyed a deep forest green. He was wearing black jeans that hugged his legs nicely. And on his feet - well, there was actually nothing on his feet. His toes wiggled against the hardwood floor. You giggled, it looked like Loki was on vacation from being a god.
You froze.
Mr. Richards.
Vacation.
Loki.
That was when it hit you.
You tore your eyes from Loki’s chest to look up at his beautiful face. You knew that beautiful face could truly hold some terrifying expressions - you had seen that first hand last night. You were sure that face could strike fear into the most collected of creatures.
Perhaps someone as collected as Mr. Richards.
After telling Loki about your horrible day last night, he left so abruptly, so angrily. And then this evening, Mr. Richards had appeared to you so afraid and nervous. You narrowed your eyes as the gears turned in your head.
“You look rather comfortable,” you murmured, tapping on his shirt with your knuckle. “What’s the occasion?”
“Just felt like relaxing,” Loki admitted with a shrug. His arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer to his body. Already you could feel his hard cock through his jeans. “And now that you’re here, we’ll have plenty of time to relax together. It is the weekend, after all.”
“Speaking of which,” you whispered as Loki bent down to kiss your neck. He sighed against your skin and you almost got distracted thanks to the gentle caress of his soft lips over your pulse. “We’re going to have a lot of time together coming up.”
“Hmm? Why’s that?” Loki asked, his arm tightening around you. His bulge poked against you and you quivered. You shook your head and gripped Loki’s shirt harder, trying to organize your thoughts and theories that were quickly fleeting away from you.
“I got the vacation,” you said.
Loki lifted his head and gave you a bright, encouraging grin. “That’s wonderful, darling.”
“You don’t sound very shocked,” you noted, raising one eyebrow upwards. “Hey, you know something very weird happened today. When Mr. Richards gave me my vacation - very randomly, I might add - he seemed almost afraid of me. Isn’t that silly?”
“Well, you are a fearsome little pet,” Loki teased. “Perhaps he was just feeling guilty about being so rude to you. I mean, he should feel terrible. The man called you a slut and -”
“When did he call me a slut?”
Loki’s eyes widened and his face locked up. Ah, that only happened when he was at your office, not when you were there.
Good job, Silvertongue.
You growled, “Loki, what are you talking about?”
You began prowling - that was the best word to be used - towards Loki. He stepped backwards, hands held up in defense as a somewhat nervous, but also guilty, laughter bubbled from his sweet lips.
“Pet, it was just an assumption,” Loki said. His back hit the wall with a dull thud and you stepped directly in front of him. You tilted your head back so you could look up at him. You narrowed your eyes.
“Tell me the truth, Loki,” you said slowly. “When did my boss call me a slut?”
Loki stared at your face and he realized there were two options here: lie or be truthful. He could convince you that you already knew that it happened. He could get himself out of trouble - maybe? Would he be in trouble? - and place a spell on you, falsifying your memories. For anyone else, Loki would have no issue doing that. But with you, he couldn’t do that to your mind. He felt guilty and grimy for even considering it in the first place.
Instead, Loki sighed and slunk back against the wall. He placed one hand on your waist, and when you didn’t push him off, he took that as a good sign.
“I visited him last night after you told me what happened,” Loki said, keeping his eyes locked with yours.
“Define visited,” you instructed, crossing your arms over your chest.
“I went to your office and sort of...well...darling, I made sure he gave you your vacation,” Loki admitted.
“Made sure? How did you do that?”
Dammit. He was hoping you didn’t want the details.
Loki put on his most charming, beautiful smile - the same one that he knew could make you drop your panties and present him with your wet pussy. He pulled you against him and ran a hand up your arm seductively, trying to soothe you before the hurricane started. “I threatened him.”
“Loki!” you gasped, jumping backwards. “You threatened him?”
“It was well deserved! He abused you! He does not deserve to be alive right now!” Loki snapped. “He yells at you, degrades you, and talks about you behind your back like you are worthless. That man should be in a ditch right now.”
“You can’t just threaten everyone who treats me poorly, Loki,” you sighed, running a hand down your face. “Did you hurt him?”
“No, I didn’t. All I did was slap him a bit. I’m sure that’s exactly what you wanted to do,” Loki said.
“Well...you’re not wrong,” you snorted out a weak laugh. You paused and looked towards Loki. You tilted your head and stuck a single finger up, wagging it in thought. “Wait. How did you even know where to find him?”
“You said he was at the office on Thursdays.”
“Yes, but how did you know where the office was?”
Dammit. Again.
“I followed you to work on Wednesday,” Loki said, jaw clenching tightly. “You were so upset because of your job and you wouldn’t tell me why. I needed to find out.”
You looked at him in shock. There were confused tears in your eyes. You wanted to be angry with him for meddling with your life but really...he had done nothing wrong. He didn’t hurt Mr. Richards (much) and you received your vacation. You didn’t even feel violated by him following you to work without your knowledge. You felt protected. Really, what was the difference between Loki following you and the necklace dangling around your neck? Both were there to protect you. Loki’s physical presence was just more engaging.
“Okay,” you whispered. “Can you just tell me if you do that again?”
“Ease your conscience, my sweet,” Loki purred, walking up and pulling you into his arms. Your body was rigid at first but it quickly melted into his embrace. “I apologize for excluding you from my actions. I didn’t tell you where I was going last night because I did not want you to stop me. You deserved this vacation. You deserved time off. I would break apart continents to see that happen.”
“I don’t get it, Loki,” you mumbled into his shirt, shaking your head. “You do so much for me. It doesn’t make sense. I’m just...me.”
“Not this again,” Loki murmured. He tipped your chin up and cupped your cheek. “Is that little voice in your mind whispering toxic words to you again?”
“Kind of,” you admitted. You placed your hands over his and felt your lower lip trembling. “This is all so confusing, Loki. We sleep together, we practically live together, but...I don’t know. I don’t know what this is. I don’t know what I am.”
“You are mine,” Loki whispered, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Mine to care for, mine to fuck, mine to worship…” Loki trailed off and his eyes opened. In the back of his head, he remembered the warning of something bad possibly happening to you because of his presence. He could not stop thinking about it, the warnings and the danger. Loki felt an anger bubbling his chest. He would not lose you. He gripped you tighter and tilted your head back further, locking your eyes. “You’re mine to protect. I will always protect you. From your job, from your boss, from anyone who dares to hurt you. I will let nothing happen to you.”
“Loki…” Your eyes danced over his face, absorbing the emotion he was radiating. He looked almost afraid. You wrapped your arms around his neck and stood up on your toes, letting your lips brush his. “I am yours. Nothing will happen to me as long as you’re here.”
“I would do anything to protect you,” Loki whispered before sealing his lips to yours. You grabbed his hair and tugged him down to you so you could balance flat on your feet. But Loki did not let you just stand there. He tugged you downwards until you were both on the floor. He flipped you over, settling you in his lap as he kissed you. His cock was nestled against your ass. You rocked back against him, hands resting on his chest. When you pulled your lips from his, you pushed him back softly until his back thumped against the floor.
“Tell me,” you whispered, gyrating your hips slowly. “What did you do to Mr. Richards?”
“I got rather angry. Scared the shit out of him, I think. He was crying and begging for mercy,” Loki snickered.
“You got angry, huh?” The thought was really, really arousing. Only a few days ago, Loki warned you not to make him angry. But you had imagined it - the flare of wrath in his eyes, the aggressive grip of his hands, the brutal pounding of his cock inside of you. He would take his frustrations out on you, the stress that someone, maybe even you, had caused him. You wanted him to tear you apart that way. You bit your lip and stretched your body over Loki. “When are you going to get angry with me?”
“I can’t get angry with you, sweet,” Loki said with a grin. His hands smoothed up your ass and aided you in grinding against him. “I’m here to protect you, not threaten you with knives.”
“Knives?” Your rocking halted. “The same one that you ripped my dress off with?”
“You tell me.”
There was something cold sliding up your back. You shivered and looked over your shoulder. The flat edge of Loki’s blade was dragging along your back, pushing your sweater upwards. The blade was cold, sending shivers up the same spine it was pressed to. Loki pushed himself up to rest on his elbow, his eyes glittering with mischief as he ran the knife around the front of your body. You looked down and recognized the blade.
“This was pressed to Travis’ chest as he bargained with me,” Loki murmured, pushing your sweater upwards in the front. The tip of the blade traveled along your breasts. “Though, it looks much more beautiful against yours.”
“You said you didn’t hurt him,” you said with a shaking voice. Loki’s eyes flickered up from the dagger to your eyes and he grinned.
“I didn’t. I wanted to, but I didn’t,” Loki snorted. “Take your sweater off or it’ll be torn in two in mere seconds.”
You quickly pulled your sweater off then unhooked your bra, leaving you in just your jeans on top of Loki. His eyes widened and his jaw fell slack. You watched his head roll back as he let the tip of the dagger circle the bruises left on your breasts.
“There’s not enough,” he murmured. “There will never be enough bruises on you to prove that you’re mine.”
“I am yours, Loki,” you whispered as the knife circled your nipple. Your breath hitched when the sharp point dragged over your rosy bud. You sat still until the knife fell to your stomach, and only then did you release your breath.
“Are you scared of me, pet?” Loki asked, raising his eyebrows. “Do you think I want to hurt you?”
“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried. You’re my protector,” you said as the knife dragged along the waistband of your jeans. “You told me the first time you showed me this knife that if you wanted to make me bleed, I’d thank you for it. I would, Loki. I’d let you do anything to me.”
“Such trust,” he whispered. He tapped the blade on your stomach before sitting up fully and wrapping one arm around your waist. “And what if I did this?”
His hand flew up and the edge of the blade was pressed only an inch from your neck. You didn’t even flinch with the dagger being there. Instead, you swallowed and leaned forward, letting the edge of the blade touch your throat.
“You wouldn’t,” you said with a grin. “You wouldn’t hurt me like that.”
“Like that.” Loki winked. The smile from his face fell and a shadow grew over his features. “Pet, I do want to hurt you. I want to make you cry and beg me to stop. I want...to break you.”
“Please,” you whispered, straightening your back and settling against his hard cock. “You can be rough with me. You can push me around. You can be mean to me - please, Master. I will let you do anything you want to me.”
Loki watched you carefully. There were desires that lurked within him that he had only begun introducing you to - the harsh way he used your throat, smacking your ass with the flat of his hand, wrapping the chain of your pendant so tightly around your throat that you lost your breath. There was a beast inside of him that craved to handle you in a rough, animalistic way, especially after dealing with the frustrations of Odin on Asgard. Perhaps last week, he would not be so hesitant but now, he realized just how much he cared for you and he wanted to protect you. He didn’t want you to be afraid of him. The admittance of his lust was slightly anxiety-inducing to him. He knew that you knew he was a dark being when he wanted to be. You promised you wanted that side of him but he really wasn’t sure if you knew what you were getting yourself into. It was that thought that made him sigh and shake his head.
“I...it’s conflicting, pet. I want to do these things but I know it’s my job to protect you,” he said, dropping the knife. You grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand up again. The blade of the dagger was held right before your lips and you kept your eyes locked on Loki’s. You parted your lips and dragged your tongue along the flat edge of the blade. Loki’s hips pushed upwards as he watched you and you groaned. When your tongue reached the end of the blade, you pressed a gentle kiss to the metal tip. You moved your mouth away and pushed his hand back downwards so the blade was nestled against your throat.
“You said that even when you push me, it’s for my pleasure. That in the end, I will always feel good. Master, what better form of protection is there than you doing these things to me? I know that whatever you do to me will be in my best interest. I am begging you for these things. No one else can touch me as long as you’re around. So give it to me, give me everything. I’m already fucking a warrior god. I might as well flirt with danger a bit too,” you chuckled.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” Loki huffed.
You rolled your eyes. “I have a knife held to my throat willingly. I think I know what I’m getting myself into.”
“Is this what you really want? Do you want the pain that I can give you? The rough, brutal side of lust that will erect such pleasure inside of you?” Loki asked.
You pressed yourself down further against him and nodded as much as you could with the edge of the blade pressed to your throat. “Yes, Loki. I beg you, Master.”
“What are your colors?”
“Green for keep going, yellow for slow down, and red for stop.”
“And will you use them if you need them?”
“Yes, Master.” There was a fight in Loki’s eyes. You reached up and brushed your hands over his cheekbones. “I trust you to take care of me, to protect me. I want you for every side that you are.”
“Such a good girl,” Loki said. The debate on Loki’s face disappeared as mischief and intent flickered in his eyes. He smirked and chuckled before tossing the dagger into a state of disappearance with his magic. He pushed you onto the ground. You fell onto your back, breasts heaving as Loki stood. He tilted his head and stepped in front of you. “Now suck my cock.”
You shuffled up onto your knees but before you could reach for Loki’s pants, he stepped back.
“Actually…” he trailed off, turning around slightly. His eyes caught sight of something and he grinned, turning back to you. He took hold of your pendant, and with a flare of magic that had his cock hardening even more in his pants, he transformed your necklace back into the choker. You sighed happily at the feeling of the tight chain squeezing your neck. However, when Loki pulled his hand away, there was another long length of gold chain running from the front of your collar into his hand.
Oh. A leash.
Your cunt clenched and your breasts bounced with your heavy breathing. You crawled forward and kissed the front of Loki’s pants, licking his cock over the black denim.
“Thank you, Master. Oh my gosh, thank you,” you said, face muffled in his crotch. “It’s beautiful.”
“Now you’re my perfect little pet,” Loki said, patting your head. You moaned against his pants and looked up at him, teeth dragging over his hardened length. “Get to it, baby girl.”
He tugged the leash and you fell forward, your entire face pressed against him. You nodded and sat back on your haunches. You unhooked the button of his jeans but when you reached to unzip his pants, Loki slapped your hand away.
“No hands.”
His tone was deep and harsh, almost rude. It sent a wave of wetness rushing from your cunt. You nodded and moved your face forward. You took his zipper between your teeth and tugged it downwards. Once his zipper was down, Loki pushed your back with his knee and took his cock out. He stroked over himself and you licked your lips, desperate to take his cock into his mouth.
“Master? May I please suck your cock?” you asked, batting your eyelashes.
“You ask like such a nice little girl.” Loki grinned. He ran the tip of his cock over your lips, smearing his precum across your face. Your tongue darted out and you licked the milky liquid from your lips eagerly, shutting your eyes and sighing at the taste. Loki snickered and hit his cock against your cheek twice. “Little cum slut, more like it.”
“Mmm,” you hummed in agreement. “Give me more cum, Master.”
“You’ve got to work for it, pet.” Loki tapped his cock against your mouth. “Open wide.”
You opened your mouth and Loki tugged you forward by your leash, forcing your mouth on him and letting his cock slide right down your throat. You gagged, your body shaking at the shock of taking his entire length at once. You blinked little tears out of your eyes and looked up at Loki. He growled and thrusted into your mouth, forcing another gag from you. You sat there, a bit startled at how rough he was being right off the bat, but you were incredibly turned on. His thrusts were hard and quick and you could already feel the burn growing in your throat. You sputtered around his cock, choking on a particularly aggressive thrust.
“I thought you wanted this, little one,” he hissed, wrapping the end of the leash around his fist. “Can you not handle my cock down your throat?”
You made a noise of protest, shaking your head as best you could. Loki lifted a brow and eased his cock from your throat, but as he pulled away, you thrusted yourself forward. He groaned, his head falling back. He gripped your hair in one hand, the leash still tightly wrapped around the other, and began moving your head back and forth over him.
You kept your eyes locked onto him, not daring to look away. Between his cock down your throat and the chain around your neck, you felt very stiffened, very constricted. Your throat was seizing around Loki’s cock as he used you as he pleased. Your hands gripped his thighs and you slid them upwards to cup his ass. You winked and shoved him forward, nails digging into his backside. Loki cursed your name - as well as a few other expletives - as his thrusts got harder and faster.
You had sucked Loki’s cock a few times but you could feel the difference in this. Every time he had guided you, and while he may have been rough on your throat, he still was holding back his strength. But now, fisting your leash and tugging your hair, you were completely at his mercy. He was growling, a vicious, angry noise that had you soaking through your panties. You bucked against the air, moans falling from your lips.
“You look so pretty sucking my cock, little girl. Down on your knees for me is exactly where you belong,” Loki said, holding your head still. He tilted your face up, cock still stuck between your lips, as he cooed. “And you’re such a filthy mess too.”
He was right, you knew it. Your forehead was damp with sweat, your cheeks were flushed, and there were tear tracks down your face. As Loki began rocking his hips again, you felt a drop of drool fall from the side of your mouth. Loki reached forward with his leash-wrapped hand and smeared it along your chin. Next, he wiped your tears along your cheeks, his cock still slowly fucking in and out of your mouth. There was mascara running from your eyelashes, mixing with your tears and sticking to the pouches beneath your eyes.
“I want to fuck you,” Loki sighed softly and you weren’t sure if he meant to say that out loud. Still, you moaned and began moving yourself over his cock. You felt him twitch in your mouth and you sped up your movements eagerly. You wanted his cum. You wanted to taste him, brand your skin with him. He said you had to work for it and you would.
You bobbed your head furiously fast, not caring about the obscene noises that were coming from your mouth and throat. The taut hold Loki had on the chain restricted your movements, but you continued to push him further down your throat by pressing your hands to his shapely ass. You gave it a squeeze and giggled when he growled. The look in his eyes was one of warning but you elected to ignore it, choosing instead to focus on the weight of his heavy cock on your tongue.
Loki was getting close to cumming, you could tell. His breathing was labored and his nostrils were flared. The grip on your hair was tighter than before and the thrusts into your mouth were becoming hurried and sloppy. Yes, cum for me, you thought. But when you felt his cock twitching excitedly again, he pulled himself out of your mouth and stepped back. You fell forward onto your stomach, gasping for air as you looked up at him.
“Master?” you whimpered. Loki was holding the base of his cock in one hand. He chuckled, fisting himself slowly as he tugged on your leash. You crawled forward but fell over again when he pulled the tight leash downward. Your mouth watered as you stared at his cock. A bead of precum dribbled from the tip and fell to the floor. “I thought...I thought you said…”
“Oh, pet,” he cooed, squatting down. “You really are my little cum slut. You want it so badly, don’t you?”
“Yes, Loki. Please! Please give me your cum,” you said in a hurry, eyes drifting down to his cock. Loki tugged your leash and you quickly looked up at him again. “I’m sorry.”
“Desperate little girl. What if I didn’t want to cum in your mouth? What if I wanted to cum in that pretty cunt?” he asked.
“I want...fuck, I want both,” you admitted with red cheeks. Loki patted the side of your face and stood again. He snapped his fingers and you felt a chill run over your legs. You looked down and saw that your jeans and panties had disappeared. When you turned to face him again, Loki was also nude. You whimpered and crawled forward. “Please, Master.”
“How badly do you want me?” Loki asked. “Would you let me fuck you right here on the dirty floor?”
“Yes, Master.” You nodded. “Anywhere you want, any way you want. I just want your cock in me.”
Loki walked around you, chuckling diabolically. You kept your eyes on the ground as his footsteps circled you. The collar around your neck stayed still but the leash moved to the back of your neck. You laid there on your stomach nervously. Loki had settled behind you. You heard a slow thump - the sound of Loki’s knee hitting the floor - and he hooked an arm under your waist. He tugged you upwards so your ass was in the air. He smoothed his hand over your backside and you felt his breath on your ear.
“Good little whore.”
Then, his cock was inside of you. You tossed your head back, pulling the chain tighter around your throat as he slid inside of you. Loki did not offer you any time to adjust to his size. He did not even prepare you for his cock, your body tight despite your profound wetness. Your cunt tightened around him as you bit your lip. The pain stung and your breathing was labored.
“M-Master,” you said with a trembling voice. “It h-hurts.”
“I thought you wanted it to hurt,” Loki murmured into your ear. “Can you not take my cock? Are you not my good girl? Such a shame…”
“No! No, I am,” you panted. You felt his hips settle against your ass and you squeezed your eyes shut. “You’re just so big.”
“You should be honored that I gift you with my cock,” Loki hissed. “Do you know how many people would beg to be mounted by me on the floor?”
“Thank you, Master. Thank you for your cock. It’s so thick and long. I need time to adjust. I need...I need…”
“You need to get fucked like the nasty bitch you are,” Loki growled, pulling out and shoving his cock back in. You screamed, scrambling for purchase on the floor. Loki leaned over you, his chest pressed to your back. “Color, pet?”
You paused. His tone was so...sweet, so kind. You looked over your shoulder and his eyes were worried, hesitant. Even in the midst of intense, hot lust, he was putting you first - protecting you. If you needed him to stop, he would stop. You trusted him. Your jaw dropped and your pussy fluttered.
“Green,” you whispered. “I’m very, very much green.”
“Even though it hurts,” he said softly, fingers stroking along your sore cunt.
You nodded. “It’s a good kind of hurt.”
“I…” Loki paused. “I will take care of you, kitten.”
“I know,” you said with a smile. You pushed back against him. “Now fuck this pussy like you promised.”
“Like I said, nasty bitch,” Loki teased, straightening himself upwards. One of his hands pushed you down onto the ground while your ass stayed up in the air. He tugged on the leash, forcing your neck to stretch backwards. It hurt. Your cunt, your neck, your knees - it all hurt. But then Loki was thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your raw cunt and that pain was suddenly good. It was delicious, divine, decadent. It was everything you wanted. You wanted him rough, you wanted him hard, and he was giving you exactly that.
You began thinking about what you two must look like. A giant, royal god fucking his obedient pet on the floor, holding her by her leash. You quivered at the thought and your cunt tightened around Loki. It did not go unnoticed, apparently, for he leaned over you again and kissed your neck.
“Tell me what just made your cunt squeeze me like a Vanir torture chamber,” Loki grunted.
“I w-want to see what we look like,” you admitted. Loki kissed your neck again, his tongue licking along your collar, before he snapped his fingers. You watched as your front door turned into a luxurious mirror. You gasped, cunt tightening again, as you watched yourself get fucked on the floor.
“Look at you, desperate for my cock. Look at your face. You’re practically gagging for me,” Loki whispered in your ear. He tugged the leash tighter, pulling your head further backwards. “You know, when your boss called you a slut, I was livid. Only I can call you a slut. Because guess what, little girl? You are a slut. You’re my slut. You’re a slut for my cock, for my cum, for me. You’ll always be my dirty fucking slut. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Master!” you shouted. You could see the way your skin was being constricted by the chain, red and already bruising. Your breasts were bouncing back and forth from the weight and power of Loki’s thrusts. And then you dragged your eyes up to the reflection of Loki’s face and found that he was staring directly at you. His eyes were dark, clouded with lust, and his strong body was fucking into you without any restraint. This man, this divine being behind you, was so utterly gorgeous, so insanely beautiful, that you could not believe how lucky you were.
You could never have guessed that you would end up here, Loki fucking you on the floor of your apartment. But what was more unbelievable than that was that he kept coming back, that he cared for you, that he protected you. You felt so safe with him, even when he was snarling at you and calling you his slut. He was your protector, he was your Master, he was yours - mostly. You still weren’t really sure exactly what you were. If you asked, he would say you were his pet. But maybe, just maybe, this was actually something more, something neither of you were ready to admit.
Those thoughts left you quickly when Loki angled his cock to hit your most sensitive spot and you cussed, your body dropping to the floor but your eyes staying on him. When Loki noticed you staring at him, he grinned and pulled your leash tighter.
“I’m going to cum in your wet fucking cunt,” Loki said. “I’m going to cum in you and you can’t do anything about it.”
“Please,” you gasped, pushing back against him. Loki continued to thrust into you, hips moving at a frantic pace that you didn’t even know was possible. Loki tossed his head back and when you saw his extended neck, you noticed that his bruises had healed. You grimaced, adamant on leaving new ones very soon.
Loki wrapped the leash around his fist twice more, making it completely taut between you. Your neck was stretched back almost painfully, and although the pain in your pussy had been practically fucked away, your body was sore. You knew you would be feeling the effects of this in the morning. The thought made you giddy. Loki’s free hand fell to your clit and his fingers circled it quickly, tossing you to the edge.
“Cum on my cock. Cum now or you do not get to cum for the next two weeks, I will make sure of it,” he growled.
“Loki! L-Loki,” you moaned, your body seizing as your pleasure crashed over you. You gasped and writhed on Loki’s cock. He grabbed your neck and forced you to stare into the mirror.
“Look at how gorgeous you are when you cum,” he murmured into your ear. “The most beautiful woman in all the Nine Realms. No one, and I mean no one, will ever compare to you.”
You were a bit shocked with his confession but the feeling was swept away as Loki threw you back down onto the floor. Your cheek was pressed to the floor as he fucked you, chasing his own orgasm. Your vision was skewed from the way you were draped on the ground but from what you could see in the mirror, Loki was close to cumming. His teeth were gritted together and his eyes were screwed shut in pleasure. You moaned and pushed yourself back onto him, helping him reach the edge.
When he came, his eyes shot open and he stared directly at your reflection, your name being chanted like it was the only word he knew. His cum shot inside of you, filling you to the brim and leaking out of you. You felt it drip down your thighs and you whimpered. Slowly, Loki slid his cock out and flipped you so you were on your back. His fingers scooped up the cum that was escaping your abused hole and he placed them over your lips.
“Clean them up. Don’t waste a drop,” Loki instructed. You opened your mouth and sucked on his fingers, tasting a unique mix of his cum and your own release. Loki continued to collect more cum from you and fed it to you with glazed eyes. “Perfect, perfect little cum slut.”
“Thank you, Master,” you whispered after he slid his fingers from you. Your head fell back against the floor and you sighed happily. You didn’t have much time to rest because the moment you shut your eyes, Loki swept you into his arms and carried you into the bedroom. He placed you on the bed and unhooked the leash.
He transformed the collar back into your looser, larger pendant, before selecting a bottle of lotion from your nightstand. He popped open the cap and sniffed it. He hummed in approval and poured some into his hands. Loki smoothed the lotion over your neck, soothing the aggravated red marks on your throat. His large hands glided down to your elbows and forearms, where he healed the minor floor burns. When he reached your knees, Loki grimaced.
“That must hurt,” he mumbled as he rubbed the lotion over your kneecaps. You winced, not realizing how badly they were rubbed raw after your floor fucking. But you still felt yourself floating into a dream-like state of comfort as his big hands healed the burns on your skin. It was then that you realized Loki could probably heal any skin-deep marks on your body. He purposefully made sure the bruises left behind by his lips, teeth, and hands stayed plastered on your body. The thought brought you an unreasonable amount of giddiness and comfort. Loki finished and placed the lotion away. He slid himself up beside you and brushed his knuckles over your cheekbones. “Too much?”
“It was perfect,” you said with a lazy smile. You reached forward and folded your hand in his, locking your fingers together. “You’re perfect. My protector.”
“Rest, my sweet. I wore you out. Nap, relax, I’ll prepare dinner,” he whispered. Loki bent over you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. It was slow, lingering, and even when he pulled away, you could still feel his lips on your skin. “I am greatly looking forward to these next two weeks, pet. We will have so much fun.”
“What do you have in store?” you asked, eyelids heavy and drooping.
Loki chuckled and squeezed your hand. “Lots of sex, but that was to be assumed. More importantly, though, we’re going to be together. We’re going to get to know each other. I’m here to stay, my darling.”
There was a green glow and Loki was dressed in a new outfit - black shirt and black jeans. You felt that - now familiar - chill run over your body. You looked down and you were in your underwear and Loki’s soft, green v-neck shirt. You blushed and cuddled into the shirt. It smelled exactly like Loki and you were becoming addicted to his scent.
“Nice shirt,” you sleepily murmured. Loki chuckled and bent over again, kissing you on the lips. It was just a peck but you easily sunk into it, relaxing the moment his mouth brushed yours. Loki’s lips traveled up to your ear where he placed a soft kiss.
“Sleep, my pet. You are certainly going to need the rest.”
There was a smile in his voice, lust in his words, and a promise in his grip that swore the next two weeks would be only more intense than tonight was.
You couldn’t wait.
Notes:
Interesting warning from Odin, what do you think of it? Also, time for sex-cation!
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Chapter 10: Loki And Cooper's Excellent Adventure
Summary:
Loki decides that he needs to figure out what the actual hell is happening on Midgard with these magical flares. Apparently, he’s going to have a partner in crime on his trip. This should be fine.
Notes:
Happy Fridayyy!! Kudos to you if you've noticed the two pop culture reference titles in a row. I'm not really that creative so this is just what I do. Regardless, this chapter was rather fun to write and I think you'll see why (hint: it has to do with the title).
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The next time your eyes slipped closed, Loki placed his hand on your forehead and forced you into a deep, nourishing slumber. Clearly, it had worked. Your snores were bouncing off the walls as loud as sirens. He rolled his eyes and waved his hand over you, cutting off your snores.
“Such loud noises from such a little thing,” Loki muttered, shaking his head.
It was not his intention to put you under a sleeping spell tonight. Really, he honestly planned on whipping you up some dinner, perhaps hopping into the shower with you, and then fucking you so hard you passed out - maybe even still with his cock buried in your cunt. That was how you were meant to fall asleep. But the warnings of Odin were still on Loki’s mind and despite how much he wanted to believe the old grouch was fibbing, Loki could sense that he was telling the truth.
There were random flares of magic spreading out in your neighborhood. He needed to figure out what exactly those flares were.
He didn’t know how long he would be gone for, but Loki assumed it would be a while. Hence, he put you under one of the deepest spells he knew. You would be missing dinner tonight, so Loki also ensured your body absorbed the nutrients it needed from his magic. He wouldn’t let you go hungry. No, he refused to do that. He would take care of you even when he was not here to do so physically.
But before Loki left your room, he sat on your bed for a few minutes and just watched over you. Your face was at such ease and you were so peaceful. Loki ran the pads of his fingers up and down your arms, taking in the smoothness of your skin. As he watched you sleep, Loki was struck with a pang of awe again. You were so beautiful that Loki practically fell to his knees again. He grasped the side of the bed with one hand as his other held onto you.
He was overcome with the urge to take you again. He wanted his cock so deep inside of you that you could feel him everywhere. But more importantly, Loki wanted to hold your hand, kiss your lips, and keep you so close to his that he could feel every slope, every curve, and every dip of your body. There was a moment where Loki wanted to abandon all plans for the night so he could just stay with you, though he knew protecting you was far more important than some self-indulgence.
Loki let his hand fall into his lap. Realistically, he didn’t have to protect you. He shouldn’t protect you, actually.
With the possible threat of danger on the horizon, Loki should have just gotten up and left. He should have taken your pendant and destroyed it, burning the remaining magic into nonexistence. He should wipe your memories, ensuring that when you woke in the morning, you would not remember anything about him. He should leave Midgard and never turn back. He should have gone into his temples and focused on his worshippers, eradicating the growing darkness that was possibly manifesting here.
Loki should have done a lot of things. He didn’t do any of them.
Because when he presented himself with that solution of abandonment, Loki could not bring himself to leave you. The idea of tearing himself away from you felt like a dagger had stabbed his chest repeatedly. Loki couldn’t do it. He couldn’t leave you. He would do what he could to lessen the threat - lessen the threat to you.
And as Loki watched you snuggle into your pillow and release a gentle, soundless sigh, he knew that there was nothing he would not do for you.
It was an unusual feeling for Loki to have. Only two other people had Loki’s complete and undivided promise of protection: Frigga and Thor. Perhaps after earlier, Heimdall had made his way onto that list. Loki was still debating that one, though, but it was looking good for the guardian. Anyone else, Loki may swear his sword to, but he certainly would not go out of the way for them. Yet here he was, watching you sleep and determining the best plan of action to keep you safe.
Loki wasn’t unfamiliar to sex - obviously. He had his fair share of lovers in the past but none of them had ever captured his attention like you had. None of them ever had him crawling back to taste more, see more, feel more. He had fucked them and rid them from his bed within minutes of cumming. But with you, the thought of doing that was absurd.
“Why do I care for you so deeply, pet?” Loki murmured, stroking his hand along your hair. “What are you doing to me?”
To use the words ‘care for’ was...not right, Loki was aware of it. Yes, he cared for you but this went deeper, much deeper. Even he knew that simply caring for someone did not mean one would threaten, maim, and consider murder for that person. But this was still fairly new, all things considered. Loki didn’t know how to label this nor did he have an idea of how to label how he felt.
You were his. No one else could have you. And for him, he did not want anyone else but you.
That was as much as he was able to say.
Sighing, Loki shook his head and stood. He flicked his wrist and a soft, emerald green blanket covered your body. Loki leaned over you and pressed a long, endearing kiss to your temple.
“I will be back, my darling,” Loki whispered. “I will keep you safe.”
Loki left the room before his heart ached any more. The fact that he felt loss before even leaving you now - for this important matter, nonetheless - was baffling. You really had your claws deep inside of his skin.
That was fine. He would let you leave them there. He wanted them there.
When Loki stepped out into the hallway, he was met with a sight that nearly had him snorting with laughter. Cooper was sitting by the door, growling at his reflection in the mirror that Loki replaced your door with.
“That’s you, you stupid animal,” Loki scoffed. Cooper looked over his shoulder, big black eyes looking at Loki expectantly. Loki tilted his head. “What do you want now?”
“I need to take a shit. You didn’t walk me after dinner.”
“Of course you fucking do,” Loki sighed, shaking his head. For the briefest, most discrete moment, Loki genuinely considered the consequences of letting Cooper do his business in the house and then cleaning it up with magic. Ignoring the thought, Loki walked over to the door. “Let’s make a deal.”
“What do you want now?” Cooper teased.
Loki rolled his eyes. “I have to do some...experimenting. I will bring you with me but it will be some decent walking. Are you up for it?”
“Listen, Mischief. I just want to do my duties then sleep.”
“Cooper, I need to do this to protect her. She could be in danger,” Loki said, kneeling beside the dog. Cooper lifted his head and stared directly into Loki’s eyes. He was quiet for a moment, but then Loki heard a soft, determined voice in the back of his head.
“Let’s go.”
For all his inconveniences, Loki could at least appreciate Cooper’s complete willingness and desire to protect you. It made him comforted to know that at least when he could not be at your side, your dog would be here to look after you. Loki reached forward and scratched Cooper’s cheek.
“Good boy.”
“I’m the best boy, actually.”
“No. Not to me.”
Loki stood and collected Cooper’s leash from the wall. Even though the dog gave him a pointed look, Loki hooked the clasp of the leash onto his collar. Loki pulled Cooper through the front door and shut it. He then placed both of his hands on the wooden structure, shut his eyes, and murmured a few words in ancient Asgardian. The door glowed a gentle green before fading away is small wisps of smoke.
“Protection spell. No one but you or I can get inside. It’s very strong,” Loki explained before Cooper could ask. Though it could block out anyone, the spell was mainly meant to prevent Odin from coming to take you away, wipe your memories, or worse...Loki couldn’t think about it. The thought made him visibly shudder. But now, Loki was the only one permitted to enter your home. No one could harm you while he was away.
“So, what’s going on, hot shot?” Cooper looked up at the man at the end of his leash. Loki wrapped the handle of the leash tighter around his fist as they walked down the steps.
“There are some magical disturbances occurring on Midgard. I want to figure it out,” Loki murmured.
“And I’m going to take a wild guess and say it’s your fault?”
Loki sighed. “Probably.”
“Great job, kid.”
Loki rolled his eyes as they reached the end of the stairs. He pushed his way out of your building and let Cooper walk outside first. They hopped from the steps to the sidewalk and Loki stood there. He magically put on a leather jacket and slipped on some sunglasses. Once the articles were on, Loki snapped a hair tie into existence, ran his dexterous fingers through his inky hair, and knotted his hair back into a bun.
“Sunglasses at night? That’s not suspicious.”
“I think it looks rather nice, thank you very much.”
“Right. And what about the man-bun? What inspired that?”
“Again, I think it looks rather nice.”
“You’re a bit dramatic, you know. You poof on your outfit but you go out of your way to physically tie your hair back. What gives? Is the well running dry?”
“The well running dry,” Loki repeated incredulously. “Are you hearing yourself? I’m the Great Master Sorcerer.”
“Whatever. At least the jacket looks good. Maybe stick to the leather from now on.”
“Quiet, mongrel,” Loki hissed. Cooper let out what sounded like a laugh as Loki groaned. He was reconsidering bringing the dog with him. But Loki simply adjusted his glasses and looked down at the snickering dog. “Cooper, you canines have strong noses.”
“Yup. What about it?”
“I’m going to pass some of my magic onto you. I want you to keep your eye - ah, well, nose - open and try to...sense me,” Loki explained. He opened the palm of his hand and presented Cooper with a green glowing ball. “Go on, get a good sniff.”
Cooper placed his snout in Loki’s hand and sniffed the ball. The green magic crawled up Cooper’s nostrils and embedded itself into his nose. When the green glow was all gone, Cooper sneezed.
“Thanks for that,” he groaned sarcastically, flicking Cooper’s snot from his hand. “Let’s start.” Loki turned back to face the building and shut his eyes. He let tendrils of his magic pulse out and feel for hints of his presence. He felt around, and at the exact moment his magic touched your building, Loki nearly stumbled backwards. Your building was radiating his magic. It seemed to be the beacon of the flares being sent out. Loki reopened his eyes and looked down at Cooper. The dog was whimpering, shuffling back and forth nervously as he sniffed the air. “Do you feel it too?”
“Yeah. Powerful shit.” Cooper nodded, his dark eyes looking at the building.
Loki bit his lip and ran his large hand along Cooper’s head. “Go do your business while I figure out where to head next.”
Loki walked Cooper over to the patch of grass lining the sidewalk. He stood there, one hand fisting the leash and the other shoved into his pocket. He didn’t take his eyes off of your building. This was far too disturbing. He tried to reach further into your building to see if one specific spot held more magic than the rest, but the signatures were so tangled, so messy, that it was just a heaping load of unpredictable energy.
Cooper barked, signaling to Loki that he was finished. Loki looked down at the dog and opened his mouth but was quickly pushed off balance. Loki stumbled and turned, seeing a man in a dark jacket and a hat walk past him in a hurry. Cooper growled, his tail fattening as he bared his teeth at the man.
“Sorry!” the man called, rushing up the steps into your building. Loki narrowed his eyes. The door shut behind the man before Loki could identify him. Loki looked down at Cooper to see the dog staring at the door with an equal amount of confusion and suspicion as him.
“Do you know that man?” Loki asked.
“No. He smells weird.”
“What do you mean by weird?”
“Like eggs.”
“Right.” Loki tugged in Cooper’s leash. “So why did you growl at him?”
“He bumped into you.” Cooper hit Loki with his tail. “That’s my job.”
“That’s oddly pleasant of you to say,” Loki said thoughtfully. Cooper sneezed on Loki’s shoes and gave him a dopey grin. Loki scratched his head once again. “Alright, let’s go. I think I know where we should head.”
“Lead the way, boss. Just not too fast. I’m tired.”
“Lazy tramp,” Loki snickered, walking down the street. As Loki walked quietly, he continued to reach out and feel for his magic. The presence of his energy was strong here, but not as condensed as within your building. Cooper’s nose was pressed to the ground as he sniffed for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Their walk was slow - as requested by the dog - but Loki stepped with a nervous skip. On the surface, his face was calm and collected. But with every shot of magic that he sent out, he could feel his powers radiating and flowing outwards, expanding even further.
“Loki.” Cooper looked up at Loki. His nose was twitching and he pawed at the ground. “Your smell is getting stronger that way.”
Cooper pointed his snout to the left. Loki grimaced - that was the exact way he meant to head. He shut his eyes and reached out again, confirming Cooper’s statement. His magic was flaring quite powerfully.
It was flaring quite powerfully from your job.
“This is what I feared,” Loki murmured. He pulled on Cooper’s leash and practically ran down the street. Once he reached your workplace, he pressed his hands to the building. It was soaked with his magic, albeit not as powerful as the projection coming from your home. Loki stumbled back from the building and shook his head. “This isn’t good.”
“What’s going on?”
The voice of Cooper was so serious, so strong that Loki was nearly shocked it came from the lazy dog. Loki shrugged and stared up at the sky, as if he would be able to see his magic floating through the air.
“The places that she is most present hold my essence the most,” Loki whispered. “I thought it was me. I thought the magic spiked where I went. It’s not...it’s her. I only came here once - twice, rather. But the second time was only a few minutes. There is no way the magic would be this strong from just those two visits.”
Cooper turned to Loki and growled. His fur raised and his teeth hung sharp and menacing from his mouth. Cooper crawled towards Loki, his head low and his claws scratching eerily against the dark pavement. “What did you do to her?”
“Nothing! I did nothing,” Loki quickly explained. He dropped down to one knee and took Cooper’s face between his hands. “Whatever is happening is out of my control.”
“I don’t care. Figure it out.”
“What do you think I’m doing?” Loki hissed. He pulled his sunglasses off and jabbed his finger at the building. “Why do you think we’re here? All I want to do is protect her!”
“She likes you. She likes you a lot.” Cooper huffed in Loki’s hand and pulled his large head away. “Please don’t let anything happen to her. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened.”
“Nothing will happen,” Loki whispered. It was a promise he had been making a lot today. But the more he said it, the more determined he was to make sure that you were protected. Loki pursed his lips and looked away. “I will keep an eye on what is occurring here. It will be my top priority. For now, we must not worry her. If she suspects something is happening, she will blame herself.”
“Yeah, she tends to do that.”
Loki laughed sadly for a few moments. The magic that was in the area was truly terrifying him, but he could not tell you that. Any worry that would be in your mind would plague you, he knew it. He had to conceal it from you in order to keep you safe. Loki’s eyes drifted down to Cooper’s collar - a plain strip of blue cloth that was wrapped loosely around his neck.
“I want to give you something,” Loki said.
Cooper’s dark eyes narrowed. “It better be a nice steak.”
“Later,” Loki growled. He gripped the front of Cooper’s collar. “For now, I must give you this.”
Loki’s magic leaked from his fingers and curled around the cloth of Cooper’s collar. The blue fabric shimmered and transformed into a sleek black leather piece. It would not chafe against Cooper’s skin nor would it ever become too tight. Centered throughout the collar were gold plates carved with the braided symbols of Loki. Embedded in those plates were bright emeralds which sparkled just as the gem did in your necklace. Loki let his hand fall as his magic sealed itself into the collar.
“This will allow you to call to me, should you ever need me,” Loki said. “I will hear you from across the realms if needed.”
Cooper shook his head, adjusting the collar around his neck. He sat down on the pavement and whined.
“You’re not giving this to me because you’re leaving her, right?”
“No. No, I am not leaving her,” Loki said with a hard face. “I will be at her side nearly constantly for the next two weeks. This will be good, actually, that she has this vacation. It will keep her in one place. When she sleeps, I’ll try to figure out more of what’s happening with these magical pulses.”
“I’ll watch after her, I promise.”
Loki smiled softly and scratched the dog’s cheek. “I know you will, good boy.”
“Best boy.”
“Not a chance.” Loki stood and dusted off his jeans. He fiddled with his glasses and rolled his shoulders out. “Alright, we’ve found the two peak spots. The magic is radiating from her home and her job the most.”
“And do we have any idea of what’s happening because of that?”
“Faintly,” Loki murmured. “Odin said my followers would feel me. I just don’t know what that means.”
“Any chance you could figure it out?”
“Possibly.” Loki looked around, his eyes glancing over the glowing windows of the buildings surrounding him. “It will take a lot of magic. Do you know the way home on your own?”
Cooper tilted his head. “Yeah, why?”
“Because I might become too entranced in this to find my own way home. You’re going to need to lead me,” Loki said. He looked back down at Cooper who nodded. Loki pulled the dog into a standing position, wrapped the leash three times around his fist, and tapped into the deepest pools of his magic that he could reach.
Loki knew how to do this, he had just never done it before. In order to see what was happening because of his magic, he would need to enter the minds of the people who were within the radius of the magic pulses. He had to see, hear, feel their thoughts and emotions. He needed to discover their desires. He needed to see what was there that he possibly could be impacting. In essence, Loki had to hone in on this area and listen to their prayers in a more focused manner than normal.
Cooper began walking, slowly and only with a little bit of exhaustion, as Loki listened to the prayers of the first building. He nearly stumbled in his tracks as the prayers slammed into his mind.
Sex.
Sex.
Sex.
The people there were begging for it - for someone, anyone to fuck. Some chanted Loki’s name while others just swam in their lewd thoughts. And the intention was...well, there was no intention. They just wanted sex. It was intense, hot and heady, and Loki gasped for air at how overwhelming it was. Their desires were fragrant, practically wafting from their windows and into his nose, erecting a chill down his spine. Loki gripped Cooper’s leash tighter and continued reaching into the buildings.
Where his magic was not as present, the ache for sex was not as strong. It was there, mildly, and the people wanted it. But it was not consuming their every thought. It was not charging their decisions. Luckily for Loki, it was not dangerous. The people were not willing to commit crimes. They were just...horny? It was odd, because the more Loki looked into their minds, the more turned on he got.
It was infectious, it seemed. He had listened to his follower’s prayers before and was not so affected. But now, as Cooper practically dragged him down the street, Loki felt his cock straining in his jeans. His followers wanted everything - bondage, spanking, degrading, praise, rough, slow, fast, hard, loving, brutal. And in turn, Loki wanted those things too.
He wanted them with you - each and every bit of it. He found his feet moving faster along the pavement with the sole purpose of heading back into your room, sliding into your bed, and fucking you. He would slip his cock into you especially deep, the tip of him pressing against every part of you that should not be physically possible to reach. Loki gripped Cooper’s leash tighter and took in a deep breath.
He didn’t know why this was affecting him so badly. He was the God of Sex! Their wants should not be inspiring him to think such wild thoughts about you. He had been in this position for quite some time and nothing had impacted him this way - well, except for you on that very first night. And that was the strange thing for him. The magic seemed to be flaring where you went but the effect it brought about was because of him - his sex. You sparked the flame but he was the entity they were feeling. You were just a carrier of his power.
Loki was confused. He was also turned on. It gave him a headache.
As they got closer to your building, Loki felt the urge to fuck you grow even greater. He squeezed Cooper’s leash in one hand and his glasses in the other. His sunglasses shattered, little black pieces of glass sprinkling to the sidewalk, but Loki continued walking. He was set to get to you and a bit of tingling in his palm wouldn’t deter that.
But he still kept his head on his shoulders and remembered that he had a job to do. Loki reached out further - blocks and blocks away from your building. There, he found nothing. No unusual desire for sex, no atypical lusting, nothing that would indicate he was ever there. Loki wondered if by keeping you in one place, the magic that was circulating the area would die down. If your presence was not detected, would the magic eventually fade? He could only hope.
For now, it was only slightly concerning. The people in your area just seemed overly horny. They weren’t dangerous, nor were they considering dubious things. As Cooper tugged Loki closer to your building, a thought came into his head.
If the people are so desperate for sex, why not grant it to them?
Well, he couldn’t grant it to everyone.
He would cozy himself up in your living room, nurse a glass of wine - a chilled white from Jotunheim this time, he decided - and answer prayers of the worthy. For the rest, he would give them what they needed in some way, shape, or form. Perhaps a really good orgasm by their own hand was all they needed. If their prayers were answered, their desires would ultimately fade. Loki nearly patted himself on the back. All he had to do was focus a bit more on the people in this area. Divide his attention, as old Odin Allfather would like to say. Then, once that energy was divested into them, the waves of magic would go away. Their hunger would dissolve and Midgard would be fine once again. If he continued to do this regularly, he could stay with you as long as he pleased. For every time he fucked you, he would answer prayers - and not only the prayers in the area, he would make sure to spend extra time listening to his followers. That would certainly contain the issue and stop the magic flares from spreading too far or too deep.
Loki, you brilliant, handsome bastard! Look at you go, he thought to himself.
Walking up to the front of your building, Cooper looked over his meaty shoulder. “Alright, are we done here?”
“Yes, all my questions have been answered.” Lie. Most of them had been answered. But it was easy to fib to the dog.
“So, what’s the plan?”
“I simply need to answer the prayers of the people in this area. They are desperate for my attention, thus heightening their cravings for what I can offer them. They can tell that I am here, so they are being louder, their wants are heavier. All I need to do is answer them,” Loki explained, looking down at Cooper and hoping the dog didn’t notice the tent in his black jeans. “I will take care of this tonight and quash this problem before it gets any more drastic.”
“You better, pretty boy.”
“Aw, you called me pretty,” Loki said with a smirk.
Cooper walked up beside Loki, opened his large mouth, and bit his leg. Loki yelped and hopped backwards, grabbing his calf with his free hand. And in response to Loki’s outburst, Cooper plopped onto the ground, rolled onto his back, and stuck his tongue out more than happily.
“You are truly a horrid creature,” Loki hissed, pulling on the leash and hoisting Cooper back up. The dog licked his nose and he trotted up the steps to your apartment. He still looked terribly pleased with himself, Loki noted. They walked up the stairs quietly - aside from the sound of Cooper’s panting - and when they reached your door, Loki checked on his spell. You were safe and still sleeping inside. He pushed the door open with his hip and let Cooper off of his leash. He waved his hand and pointed to the kitchen. “Two juicy steaks for you. Thank you for your help.”
“Thanks for the new bling.”
Cooper rounded the corner and within moments, Loki heard the munching and chomping of Cooper eating the steak. Loki waited in the doorway until he heard Cooper paw his way into the living room, jump up onto the couch, and then proceed to snore peacefully into a deep slumber.
Loki wanted to check on you before he began answering prayers. He pushed open your door and when he laid his eyes on you, that carnal urge arose in him again. His cock stiffened immensely and his grip on your doorknob was so tight, the metal broke in his fist. Loki tried looking away, he tried to leave - really, he did - but you were there, sleeping and so alluring, and he could not deny his desires.
He wanted to fuck you. He needed to fuck you.
He knew he had to work on those prayers but fuck, you were so irresistibly laying there all innocent, pliant, and still covered in his cum beneath that blanket. He made the blanket disappear and groaned at how beautiful you were. Loki palmed himself through his jeans and watched your chest rise and fall, your breasts tempting him under his shirt. He licked his lips and realized that there would be no possible way for him to focus on these prayers unless he rid himself of this lust first.
It seemed he would be disrupting the sleeping spell earlier than intended.
Loki climbed in bed beside you and lifted the spell from your body. As the spell evaporated from your pores, you shifted a bit restlessly, but you stayed sleeping. Loki hummed and dragged his knuckles down your arm. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the back of your neck. He sighed against you, your skin tasting delectably sweet against his tongue.
“Wake up, kitten,” Loki whispered against your skin. “Your Master requires your services.”
You shifted a bit and your ass rubbed against Loki’s crotch. He cursed and shook his head, biting his lip to stop from waking you up too harshly. After a deep breath, Loki rocked you again, pressing more kisses along your shoulder blade.
“Pet, it’s time to wake up,” Loki murmured, his knuckles now grazing your bare thigh. You groaned and Loki watched your eyelashes twitch and your eyelids flutter, though your eyes did not open yet. Your head pressed deeper into the pillow and Loki shook you a bit more. “Wake up, little one.”
“Loki?” Your words were slurred as you were roused from your sleep. You yawned, your legs stretching out and your fingers reaching into your pillow.
Loki continued to kiss your neck. “It’s me, darling.”
“What’s going on?” you asked through yet another yawn. Your eyes finally opened and you looked over your shoulder. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched Loki push his shirt down and kiss your skin tenderly. His hands were exploring your body and you instantly felt yourself getting wet.
“I want you.” It was a simple, quick answer but Loki said it in his deepest, most arousing voice. Your cunt clenched and you whimpered, pushing yourself back against Loki’s crotch. You hissed a bit as the bruises that still decorated your ass rubbed against his jeans.
“Did I not please you earlier, Master?” you asked, chewing the inside of your lip nervously. Loki lifted his head and shuffled closer to you. His arm wrapped around your body and his large hand slipped under your shirt and cupped your breast. His thumb brushed softly over your nipple and you stifled a weak moan.
“Quite the opposite, actually,” he murmured, bending down to kiss your temple. “You’re irresistible to me, baby. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. All I wanted to do was sink my cock into your luscious cunt again. Will you let me do this, sweet? Will you let me take you again?”
“Yes, Master,” you gasped as his fingers pinched your nipple. Your head fell back against his shoulder and you groaned. You were completely awake now as Loki groped you, his magical touch both soothing you and working you up. You pushed your chest outwards, pressing deeper into his touch. “I love your hands.”
“Do you now?” Loki mumbled. He lifted his hand to your face and you immediately wrapped your lips around his index finger. One by one, you sucked on his fingers, your tongue dragging along his sweet, roughened skin. Loki watched you from behind, his cock intensely hard in his jeans. He grunted and with a wave of his free hand, he magicked the clothing off of his body and yours. His cock sprung forward and slapped against your ass. You thrusted yourself back against him and whined around his hand. Loki kissed your neck again as you swirled your tongue around his finger. “You’re getting good at this, pet. A natural, might I say.”
You pulled your lips from his finger and blushed. “I have a good teacher.”
“Just good?” Loki teased.
“Mmm, okay. Excellent. I have an excellent teacher,” you giggled. You could feel Loki’s warm chest shake with laughter behind you and you could no longer resist yourself. You flipped yourself around to face him. His hair was tied back, exposing his beautiful face. You cupped his cheeks and grinned. “What does my excellent teacher plan on having me learn tonight?”
“I…” Loki paused and pursed his lips. “No, I have nothing. I just want to fuck you.”
“The last time you said that, you broke my kitchen table,” you noted. “Please don’t break my bed.”
“No promises.” Loki smirked. He dove in and kissed you, rolling his large body on top of yours. You moaned his name into his mouth as his tongue danced with yours. His cock rubbed against your wet cunt and you spread your legs for him. You were sore, aching even, but you wanted him so badly. You wanted the weight of his cock inside of you. Loki’s body was heavy on top of you as he held you down, one hand on your waist and the other cupping your breast. When he pulled back, you gasped for air. Your eyes fell down to his neck and you frowned.
“Loki?” you asked, running the tips of your fingers along his neck.
“What is it, darling?”
“Can I mark you again?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes. “The bruises healed and I want to leave more.”
“You’re a possessive little pet, aren’t you?” Loki asked, his grin wide and cocky.
You raised a single brow and pointed to the bruises on your chest and neck.
Loki blushed. “Ah, you have a point.”
“So can I?” You ran your hands along Loki’s naked chest and he nodded. You licked your lips and pushed him, tossing him onto his ass. Loki’s eyes widened as you crawled over him and latched your lips onto his neck. Loki groaned and pinched your back with his nails as he rolled his head backwards.
“Pushing me? Fuck, that turned me on the first time, turned me on again now. You’re divine, little one,” Loki hissed through his teeth as you sucked on the skin over his pulse. This time, you would not be so shy. You wanted to see these marks everywhere. And with his hair pulled back into that bun - oh, you had to remind him how sexy he looked like this - your marks would be on full display. Wherever he went, people would know that someone was fucking the God of Mischief and Sex and that someone was you. You were the one who Loki came to and fucked with his large, godly cock. You were the one who got this powerful man to moan and whimper at his most vulnerable of times. You were the one who was filled with his cum each and every night. The thought had you grinding your wet pussy against his abdomen as you moved your lips over to the curve of his jaw.
“Loki,” you whispered, dragging your lips over his skin. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”
“And you call me the insatiable one,” he snickered but his laughter was quickly cut off by the feeling of your teeth nipping him. Loki stretched his head back even further, expanding his neck and offering you every inch of space possible. You clawed your nails down his chest and maneuvered yourself so your cunt was resting over his cock. You dragged your wet lips along his cock as you sucked bruises into his skin.
There was no rhyme or reason to the placement of bruises you left. Really, you just wanted to attach your mouth to every inch of skin you could reach. And Loki - he was loving it, adoring it, craving it, actually. Every time your lips moved onto a new spot and you began sucking, his hips would buck upwards and your name would fall from his lips. His precum was smearing over you as you ground along him faster. Once you were finished, you lifted your head and looked into Loki’s wide, erotic eyes.
“Will you fuck me now, Master?” you asked in the most innocent voice you could muster. Loki’s hands smoothed over your ass. He smacked you once and you gasped, falling forward. Your face fell into the crook of Loki’s neck and he laughed sinisterly.
“No.”
He flipped you onto your back and moved his face down to your cunt. His eyes flickered over you, his cock twitching as he took in the sight of your glistening lips. Your inner thighs were still covered in his cum and Loki had to fuck his hand for a moment to relieve his arousal. He inhaled your scent, his eyes fluttering shut in divine worship. You spread your legs for him, presenting him with your cunt. You hooked your hands under your thighs and held yourself apart for him, offering him complete access to your body.
“Good girl,” Loki praised as he ran two fingers over your slick core. “You said you love my hands, yes? Shall I give you another reason to love them?”
“Please, Loki,” you begged, craning your neck to watch Loki drag his fingers along you. Loki gave you a wicked look as he pushed his two fingers inside of you. You took in a sharp breath when he breached you. You whimpered, the pain still evident from his brutal fucking earlier. Loki eyed you carefully as his knuckles met your seam.
“Color?” he whispered.
“Green,” you assured him with a nod. Loki hummed and bent his head down. His tongue darted out and he licked over your swollen clit, easing you into a more comfortable state. With his hair tied back, you could see his face perfectly clearly - meaning, you could see the pleasure and satisfaction that he was getting from tasting you. You sighed and bucked against his mouth. His fingers remained still, but the more Loki licked you, the more you began to feel a gentle vibration in your hole. Loki’s lips suctioned around your clit and he suckled at you, similar to the way you lavished his neck. On a particularly hard suck, the vibration within you kicked up. You gasped and tightened the grip on your thighs. “L-Loki? What…?”
“I’m giving you another reason to love my hands, just as I said I would,” Loki whispered, his lips brushing your cunt with every word. “Now relax. Let me take care of you. Let me get your pretty little pussy ready for my cock.”
You couldn’t answer, not when his tongue was licking your clit in circles and his fingers were...vibrating? Yes, they were vibrating. You could feel that. Slowly, Loki began pumping his fingers in and out of you and that was when you felt the vibrations truly in full force. The veins in his arm were straining, his muscles nearly bulging, as his fingers pleasured you.
“Loki!” you shouted his name as his fingers fucked into you faster. “Oh my...how are you doing that?”
“Magic,” he said with a cheeky grin. “Stop asking questions and take what I give you.”
“Yes, Master,” you said quickly. His tongue licked around his fingers and then back up to your clit. And then, your clit was vibrating. Everything was vibrating. You cursed, grabbed at his hair - still tossed back into that bun - and you pulled at whatever loose strands you could reach. Loki groaned and lifted his head.
“No touching,” he commanded. “Am I going to need to tie you up, little girl?”
“Please, Loki. Oh, fuck, yes...please,” you begged, fucking yourself against the pumping, curling, and devious vibrations of his two long fingers.
Loki smirked as he licked a long stripe up your wet cunt. He moaned at the taste of you on his tongue and for a moment, he considered it. He thought of how you would look with your arms bound above your head, breasts pushed out, and completely helpless. He could do whatever he wanted to do to you and you wouldn’t be able to stop him. And the best part is that you would trust him, you would beg him for it, and you would want him to do everything he had on his dark, twisted mind. Loki lifted his head and crawled up your body. He pushed his fingers into you extra deeply and spread them. You cried out his name and Loki laughed.
“No.” When you gave him a look of near betrayal, Loki kissed the corner of your mouth. “Not tonight, at least.”
“The more you say that - fuck! The less I believe it’s actually going to happen,” you sighed, your head falling back as Loki’s fingers curled upwards and stroked the spongy part inside of you. Your breasts were heaving as Loki bent his head and sucked on your nipple.
“We have two whole weeks alone, kitten. Don’t rush me,” Loki said as he moved his mouth over to your other nipple. He latched his lips onto you again and bit down on your bud. You arched upwards, pressing your breast further into his face and his fingers deeper inside of you. Loki worried your nipple between his teeth and flickered his eyes up to stare into yours. He watched you with lust in his blown pupils as he tugged your nipple away from you with only his white teeth. You gripped your thighs harder, nails biting into your skin almost as hard as his teeth were biting your nipple, and you shouted his name once again. Loki let your nipple spring backwards and he licked it gently. “I love when you shout my name. It reminds me that I’m the only one who gets to have you like this.”
“Yes, Loki. My body is yours. Take me as you please,” you said with ragged breaths. Loki moved his mouth up to your neck and pressed a kiss over your pulse. You stretched your neck out as Loki sunk his teeth into your throat. “Fuck!”
He sucked on your skin, his free hand cupping the other side of your throat. His fingers did not stop their relentless pumping and vibrating within your body. He pushed your throat harder against his mouth and he sucked your skin with so much power, so much eagerness, that you could feel the blood rushing to where his lips were placed. You fucked yourself down on his hand and he pushed into you harder.
“If you can mark me, I can mark you, pet,” Loki growled after releasing your neck. His face hovered above yours and he sent you a flirtatious wink. “You’re all mine, after all.”
“Yes I am, Master,” you agreed, licking your lips slowly. “I know you said I can’t touch you...but...but…”
“What is it, little one?” Loki cooed.
“I want to kiss you. I want to grab you and just fucking kiss you,” you admitted. “Please, Loki. Please let me touch you.”
“If this is how you beg to touch me now, I cannot wait to have you bound,” Loki chuckled. He curled his fingers within you and you gasped, your body pressing completely against his. “Go on. Touch me. Give your Master a ki-”
Loki couldn’t finish because your arms had flown up, wound around his neck, and pulled him down against you. He groaned your name into your mouth as you kissed him, licking into his mouth with a sense of possessiveness that you were only slightly ashamed to unleash. Loki’s fingers pressed into you harder and his thumb began circling your needy clit. The bud between your thighs buzzed and quivered, and you cried into Loki’s mouth.
“Put your cock in me. Please, Master. Please give me your cock. I need it so badly. Please, please, please,” you cried, hugging Loki’s neck with tight hands. “I feel so empty without you. Please fuck me, Loki.”
“Oh, baby,” Loki hissed. He pulled his fingers from you, earning a whine from your swollen lips, but he quickly settled between your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in. Loki grasped his cock in one hand and guided it inside of you. Loki tossed his head back as his cock became sheathed inside of your tight core. This was what he had craved the entire walk home - the warmth of you, the tightness of you, the sheer pleasure of being surrounded by your wet walls. “Yes, pet. You feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
“Deeper, Loki. Go deeper,” you whined as he continued to push himself inside of you. Loki growled as his head rolled forward. He wanted to settle his entire body inside of you at this point. His cock pulsed inside of you, twitching with need as he buried himself deeper and deeper. When his hips finally pressed to you, you locked your legs around him even tighter. “I want you.”
“You have me,” Loki purred. He pressed his hand to your abdomen, pushing down harder. You writhed on his cock, feeling him so far inside of you that you nearly passed out from shock. Loki rolled his palm over your waistline and smirked. “You feel that, baby girl? You feel me in you?”
“How can I not feel you? Your cock is...oh Loki...fuck, it’s huge,” you whimpered. “Please, move. Fuck me, Master.”
“You sound so pretty when you beg,” Loki said. He let himself fall over you, his arms caging you against his body. Your grip on his neck tightened and you pulled him down so his weight rested on you. Loki kissed you, rendering you breathless, before pulling his cock almost all of the way out of you. He slammed his hips back forward, causing you to shriek his name. Loki nuzzled your neck and grinned against the newly formed bruise. “Good girl.”
And when he truly started fucking you - hips bucking roughly and nearly desperately - Loki was loud. It was the loudest you ever heard him. He was normally talkative, releasing groans and grunts and terribly sinful promises, but this time around, he just kept moaning. His eyes switched back and forth between being screwed shut to wide open, staring at you. His hands were possessive, gripping onto you in a way that you knew would leave bruises. You wanted those bruises. You wanted to give him bruises too.
You dug your heels into his body and tugged him closer. Your nails bit into his neck, some landing right over the bruises you left, and your mouth attached to the underside of his ear. You kissed him, licked over his skin, and uttered his name with a needy ache.
“Loki...oh, Loki,” you moaned, biting his earlobe. “Fuck me harder, Loki.”
“Fuck…” Loki grunted, his hips pistoning into you. “Did I not fuck you hard enough before?”
“You can never be too rough with me. You should know that by now,” you said, winking up at Loki’s flushed face.
He lifted his left brow upwards as he raised himself upwards so his back was fully erect. “Oh, really?”
“Mhmm,” you hummed. You could see a twinkle in his deep green eyes, but there was a sparkle in yours as well. You grinned and locked your legs around Loki as tightly as you could. Your arms hooked around his neck, and with as much core strength as you could manage, you hoisted yourself up so you were in his lap. Loki, still kneeling on the bed, quickly scooped one arm under your ass. “Give me your best, Mischief.”
“You brilliant woman,” Loki groaned, sliding you down further onto his cock. You tossed your head back and Loki took that as the opportunity to lick up the center of your neck. “Fuck yourself down on my cock. Let’s go, little girl.”
Both of Loki’s hands settled under your ass and he helped you lift yourself up then drop back down. You moaned Loki’s name as you continued this motion, your movements getting more and more aggressive. Loki knelt there, watching you in awe as he aided you in riding his cock.
As Loki stared at you, eyes traveling from your face to your breasts then back to your face, he was hit with such lust for you. The power of the prayers was rushing back to him as you milked his cock. He bucked upwards, shoving his cock as far as he could get. He did it again, then again, and then again, until you were frozen on him and he was the one fucking his cock into you.
“Your pussy feels so good around me, baby,” Loki groaned with a particularly rough thrust. “How are you still so tight even after I fucked you? I could leave my cock inside you for hours.”
That made your walls clench drastically. Loki grinned and eyed you, though your eyes were screwed shut. He would add that to the list of things to accomplish one day. But for now, he just wanted to cum.
Loki leaned forward, his body hanging over yours as he fucked you. His nails scratched your ass, digging into the bruises on your cheek. You held onto him, the thrill of being suspended above the bed and wrapped around him forced your pussy to squeeze around his cock. His balls smacked against your sore pussy and the blunt head of his cock pounded against your sweet, sensitive spot.
“Oh, yes! Fuck, I need to cum!” you shouted.
Loki growled and grabbed your hair, tugging your head backwards and kissing your neck. “Say my name. Say it, pet.”
“Loki, oh, fuck...Loki!”
“Say it.”
“Loki!”
“Louder.”
“Loki!”
“Louder!”
“Loki!” you screamed. “Loki! Loki! Loki!”
“Yes, pet. Shout my name. Shout it and I will let you cum,” Loki groaned. His cock was swelling with the need to cum. He hung over you, holding you nearly horizontal again but still lifted from the bed. His fingers moved and found your clit. He rubbed you quickly and he felt your thighs tremble around him.
“Loki! Please let me cum! Please, Master! Fuck, Loki!” you shouted, tears welling in your eyes from the intense pleasure he was delivering upon you.
“Cum, little one. Cum for your Master,” Loki hissed, pressing his fingers down on your clit. You let go and flung off the edge. You shouted his name again as your body pressed to his. Your nipples rubbed against his hard chest as your body spasmed. Your pussy clenched around his cock and you came, waves of euphoria blinding you. Loki cooed as he continued to pump into you. “That’s my girl. Such a good girl. Such a good, good girl when you cum for me.”
Your body fell pliant in Loki’s arms but he didn’t stop thrusting. He pounded into you, his own release extremely close. Sweat was beading on his forehead and he grunted your name from his trembling lips. Your eyes opened and you smiled up at him. You brushed some of his loose hair that fell into his face back around his ear and you whispered softly, “please cum inside my pretty little pussy, Master.”
Loki gasped as he came, your words flinging him over the edge of ecstasy. His cum flooded your body, filling you to the brim and leaking out of you. Loki rocked into you slowly as he came...and came...and came. It was the hardest he had cum since he could remember. Loki watched as his milky liquid flowed from your cunt and onto his thighs and your bed. And when he thought it was over, a new wave of cum spurted from him. He realized that this was probably an effect from the prayers since they fueled his power but fuck, this was the hottest thing he ever saw. There was an itch inside of him, one that demanded he deposit all of his cum into you and never let a drop leak out. His need for it hit him like a brick to the head. He grunted, hips bucking forward and his cock acting like a plug to avoid too much of his essence from leaking out of you. His cock spasmed as he watched his cum spill into you, which only made Loki cum more from the erotic nature of it all.
“So much cum,” you whimpered, squirming as he shot into you still.
“I know, pet. It’s a lot. I’m sorry,” Loki laughed almost nervously. You rolled your eyes playfully and hugged him tighter, your cunt unintentionally squeezing around his cock. You smiled lazily at the feeling of his cock continuously twitching and pumping hot ropes of his thick cum into you. You fucked yourself up and down on his cock, moaning as he filled you insistently. Loki rubbed your back and smirked. “Not that you mind. You are my dirty little cum slut after all.”
“Yes, I am. Keep giving me more. I want it all,” you giggled, pressing further down onto him to capture as much of his release as you could. It took another two minutes but once Loki finally stopped cumming - much to your unspoken disappointment - he slowly slid his cock out from you and placed you on the bed. He grimaced at the mess he made and waved his hands, cleaning your dirtied sheets in an instant. He looked up at your legs and when he went to wave that away, you grabbed his wrist and smiled. “No, leave it.”
“I adore you.”
Loki didn’t really mean for it to come out so quickly, so blatantly, but he couldn’t help himself. Seeing you in that moment with such a bright smile on your face, looking so honored to be branded with his cum, had Loki’s heart racing a bit faster in his chest. When the words escaped his mouth, you blushed and looked away.
“I…” you trailed off, teeth catching your lower lip between them.
Loki hushed you and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Don’t worry, darling. Say nothing.” Loki slid off the bed and lifted you, tucking you into your bed. His shirt and your panties appeared back on your body as he settled you down, his own clothing reappearing on his slim form. He wrapped your blanket around you and ran his hand along your cheek. “Back to bed now, little one. You need your rest...again. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“Disturb me all you want, Loki,” you giggled, turning your face and pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand.
“Don’t tempt me,” he said with a wink. “Sleep, sweet. I’m going to answer some prayers.”
“Oh,” you said. You plastered a smile onto your face and nodded. “Okay. Have fun.”
Loki leaned over you and smiled softly. “Trust me, I’d rather be here with you.”
“Then stay. Can’t you answer your prayers from here?” you asked, chewing on your lip still. Loki gripped it and pulled it from your teeth, giving you a stern look. But his eyes softened and he sighed, shaking his head slightly.
“Unfortunately, no,” he whispered. “I apologize, pet.”
Loki brushed his lips over yours gently. The kiss was soft, coddling, and something so genuinely romantic that it gave Loki a pause. When he pulled away, he pressed another kiss to the corner of your mouth, to your nose, your eyes, your forehead, and finally, back down on your lips.
“I will see you in the morning,” he said in a low, soothing voice.
“Have a good night, Loki,” you said, cheeks flushed from the sweet kissing. “Go be the amazing god you are.”
Loki chuckled as you shut your eyes, a tiny smirk on your face. His own smile faded as he placed the sleeping spell over you again. He didn’t want to do this, but he knew he would be too tempted by your presence if you were awake. He would be too curious about what you were up to if he left you awake. And tonight, more than ever, he needed to focus.
Realistically, he could have answered the prayers from your room. He could have laid in your bed with you cuddled up into his side as he sifted through the words in his head. But it was so important for Loki to get this right. He could not mess this up. Your safety was Loki’s top priority and he would not sacrifice that for a few hours of holding you tonight. He could do that tomorrow, the day after, and the rest of these two beautiful weeks.
Loki lifted his hand as your snores filled the room, but he paused. He watched your mouth open and close slowly. He let his hand fall to your cheek and he brushed your smooth skin. Then, Loki stood, pressed a kiss to your forehead, and left the room.
He did not silence your snores. Tonight, as he answered his prayers, he wanted to leave you be in your slumber. He wanted to know that in the next room, even without him, you would be safe.
And truthfully, Loki just wanted to hear you.
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Chapter 11: A Massage Of The Shoulders, Back, And Between Those Lovely Thighs
Summary:
Loki and you spend some quiet time together on the couch where he gives you a surprise lesson on pop culture history. It’s comfortable, until a damn thunderstorm rolls in.
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Waking up was a bit more difficult than usual. Your eyes felt heavy, thick, and the air around you seemed foggy. You groaned and tried to open your eyes, but it was like a weight was holding your eyelids down. You sighed and left them closed, opting instead to float in this odd state of in between sleep and consciousness.
Perhaps you should have been worried, but you weren’t. It was nearly impossible to feel worried when Loki’s soft shirt was still wrapped around your body. There was a blanket resting over you, and while you had no idea where it came from, it smelled like Loki. You pushed your nose into the soft blanket and felt a small smile form on your lazy lips. You inhaled and your nose was stuffed with the scent of Loki - pine, leather, sex. Sex. You inhaled deeper and wow, everything smelled like sex.
You shifted a bit beneath the blanket, rubbing your legs together. There was something on your thighs and you immediately recognized it as Loki’s cum. And then, your thoughts flew back to last night - this morning? When did Loki wake you up to fuck you? It didn’t matter. What mattered was that he did wake you up, he did fuck you, and he did leave you with his cum drying on you when you told him to.
And then he said he adored you.
It startled you when he first said it, and if you were being frank, you couldn’t meet his eyes afterwards. But that wasn’t because you hated what he said. No, you felt so elated by it. Loki had told you he cared for you, wanted you, and would go to great lengths to protect you. But adoring you was something that held a bit more...weight, intention than you realized. You wanted to return the sentiment, and you were all ready to, when he had hushed you quietly.
Because the truth was you adored Loki and you wanted to shout it to the world, show everyone your pendant, and declare yourself totally and utterly his.
That realization forced you back into slumber, and you weren’t sure how long you were asleep for, but your dreams were more than pleasant. You dreamt of Loki kissing you, his arms wrapped around you, and his eyes watching you with such a tender softness that you could feel yourself melting under his gaze. And then, his cock was in you. He was thrusting into you slowly, roughly, deeply, and his hand was locked with yours, holding you to him. His hips moved intimately, pushing his cock into you with a passion that nearly had you crying. He whispered sweet nothings to you, and when you woke up, there were tears on your cheeks. You weren’t sad - you were happy. You were happy because this was your reality. Loki was your reality. He was here, he was tangible, and he adored you.
Loki, Prince of Asgard, Son of Odin, God of Mischief, God of Sex adored you.
You began crying again.
At least this time, your arms had enough blood flowing through them for you to raise them to your eyes. You scrubbed your cheeks and smiled into the blanket that was still pushed up to your mouth. The happiness that was inside you felt infectious, spreading from your chest to the rest of your warm body. You giggled and blushed, your hand falling to the pendant still draped around your neck protectively, possessively. Everything felt so right knowing that Loki wanted you.
But then, the voice in the back of your mind began whispering. Sure, he wants you now. But what about tomorrow? How about the next day? Or the next? This won’t last forever…
You tried to ignore it. You really did. You were so happy but you couldn’t deny that the little voice was right. This couldn’t last forever. Loki wouldn’t want you forever. You were his pet, his little plaything, and you could only satisfy him for so long. Things would change one day. You weren’t ready for that.
The tears that were once happy were now angry and sad. You scrubbed them away, trying to push back those feelings of self-doubt that still lingered in the corners of your mind. You had to give Loki credit - he did a good job at forcing that voice away. You were feeling more confident, more sure of yourself. The only problem was you didn’t know how much of that confidence and sureness stemmed from the knowledge that Loki wanted to be with you - wanted to fuck you, rather.
There would come a day where Loki would grow tired of you. He’d pull away, you knew he would. He would show up less and less. He’d stop cornering you against the wall just so he could press his lips to yours. He’d begin looking in the direction of other people, his eyes traveling and traveling until they rested upon you no more. And then, you would wake up one day. Your pendant would be gone. You’d feel empty, lonely, a bit less grounded because the emerald would no longer be pressed to your chest.
You would be alone.
You shook your head and grabbed the pendant, reminding yourself that no, that wasn’t happening. That wasn’t here, that wasn’t now. You wanted to enjoy the here and the now. And really, if you so desired, you could kick Loki out. You could tell him no. You could avoid the heartbreak before it came. But you couldn’t. You had gotten a taste - several tastes - and you never wanted to give up the forbidden fruit, the golden chalice, the divine wine. Loki was yours - in whatever way he chose to define that - and you would take complete advantage of that while you could.
The nagging in the back of your head was the reason you ended up getting out of bed. You wanted to see if Loki was here - you wanted to know if he actually stayed. You tried not to think about what would happen if he wasn’t here. What would you do? You pushed the thoughts away and instead, ran your hands down your naked thighs. Despite stripping you bare last night, Loki still wrapped you in your panties and his t-shirt after tucking you in...again.
But as you stood up, you realized something strange. You didn’t need to use the bathroom, you weren’t hungry, nor did you feel even an ounce of exhaustion. You furrowed your brows as you headed into the bathroom and brushed your teeth before walking out of your room, not even bothering to toss on a pair of pants or a sweatshirt.
And much to your relief, you weren’t the only soul in your apartment.
There was music softly playing in the kitchen, accompanied by the smell of stew. Your feet carried you into the kitchen, your nose appreciating the cooked food. When you rounded the corner, you stopped to admire the sight of Loki humming along to David Bowie, his foot tapping on the ground as he stirred the stew in a pot. Looking at it, you had no idea where it came from. His hair was hanging loose once again and it brushed against the dark green button-up he was wearing. His back was to you and you took this moment of secrecy and oblivion to just watch him.
“You’re staring.”
Never mind.
“It’s a nice sight to wake up to,” you admitted, walking further into the kitchen. You walked up behind Loki and made a bold decision. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your cheek against his back. He stiffened for a moment but quickly relaxed into your touch. You smiled against his soft shirt. “Good morning, Master.”
“Good morning, pet,” he chuckled. “Or shall I say good afternoon? Well, maybe evening. Is 5 p.m. considered afternoon or evening?”
“What?” You jumped back. Loki turned around and nodded, pointing to the digital clock on top of your refrigerator. Your jaw dropped as you saw the little red digits flick from 5:14 to 5:15 p.m. Your eyes drifted back to Loki and you shook your head slowly. “Loki, I’m so sorry!”
“What is there to be sorry about, little one?” Loki asked with genuine confusion. He leaned back against the counter and furrowed his dark eyebrows. His long arms crossed over one another as he tilted his head slightly. “You rested. Why is that something to apologize for?”
“Well, it’s the first day of this vacation and I basically wasted it in bed,” you said, rubbing your arm nervously. “And not even in the way we intended.”
“Come here, sweet,” Loki said, holding his arm out. You walked into his grip and he held you against his warm body. His hand trailed up and down your back, briefly brushing over your ass. “You needed the rest. You were exhausted. It was a long week and I wanted you to sleep in.”
“You could have woken me up,” you grumbled.
“No,” Loki replied sternly. “I already woke you up last night. Didn’t need to do that again.”
“I wouldn’t have complained.” You smiled and reached up onto your toes to kiss Loki. He bent his head down, swooping low to capture your lips in his. He groaned against you, a sigh of relief leaving his lips as you pressed your body closer to his. His hands fell to your ass and squeezed it playfully. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you held him close. His lips were sweet and soft, gliding against yours slowly and intimately. When Loki pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and smiled.
“That was worth the wait,” he chuckled. “Is it...is it a bit forward to say that I missed you despite you being in the next room?”
Truthfully, Loki did more than miss you. He ached for you. He thought hearing you snore would help ease his conscience by knowing you were safe in the next room. But really, it only reminded him that yes, you were in the next room. He wanted to share the night with you - hold you, kiss you, fuck you. Loki was well aware that he had to focus on answering prayers, but you were still rather tempting.
It was a difficult night, he would admit. The prayers in the area were intense and had him yearning for you. He spent hours sifting through the words of the wicked, granting some what they wanted, others what they needed, and several he simply could not please. There came a point, though, that his head began to hurt and he had to lay down. This was...a lot. It was brutal. The power of sex was so strong in the area that Loki’s cock was hard, his chest was hurting, and his mind was rattled with confusion.
Too many stories. Too many desires. Too many wishes.
It was all too much.
He would not deny that he fucked his hand a few times - five times, to be more exact. And each time he came, it was with the knowledge that he could, realistically, be inside you at that very moment. However, he could not wake you again. So, he elected to miss you.
Loki would not know the result of his work until he checked in later. It was a mystery if a difference would even appear tonight. Could he have satisfied so much hunger so quickly? If he was being honest, he was worried. He feared for you. Something was occurring on Midgard and, though it was likely he had squashed it, there was still lingering concern in his mind. If anything were to happen to you...Loki did not really want to think about it when you were standing in his arms, looking up at him like he was the only person in the universe.
Perhaps his long night had resulted in his eyes playing tricks on him.
But then, you kissed his chest. “I would say I missed you too but I was sleeping. It's a bit hard to know if I did or not.”
“Cheeky little thing.” Loki winked. His hands moved down and he paused, his fingertips brushing over the cum still sticking to your skin. Loki leaned back and there was a dark, wicked grin on his face. “I should keep you branded with my cum for these next two weeks. I’d never let you clean it off. My perfect, perfect little pet.”
“I like the sound of that,” you laughed, pulling Loki down to kiss him again, already sure of where this was going. However, the moment his nose brushed yours, there was a deep, annoying grumble radiating from your stomach. Loki paused and let out an airy chuckle.
“You need to eat,” Loki murmured, moving his hands back up to the safe area on your back. You pouted but Loki just gave you a pointed look. You rolled your eyes and shook your head but continued to lean into Loki. He hummed and turned back towards the stew. “You’re bound to be hungry after that rest.”
“Surprisingly, I don’t feel hungry. I didn’t even need to use the bathroom when I woke up,” you said with a shrug. You took a whiff of the pot and grinned. “Smells great though.”
“Darling, you must eat. This is not up for debate,” Loki said, his face cold as he looked back at you. You swallowed and nodded weakly. Loki bent his head and kissed your temple. “Good girl. Go sit on the couch. Get comfortable.”
“Will you eat with me?” you asked as you walked out of his arms.
“Would that make you happy?” he asked back, a slight smile on his face. You nodded and Loki hummed, snapping two bowls into existence. “What the lady wants, the lady gets.”
“The lady wants some cock right about now.”
“What the lady wants, the lady gets most of the time.”
You flung up your middle finger towards Loki, and the god in question laughed loudly as you walked out of the room. You settled onto the couch beside Cooper. He lifted his head and nudged your leg lazily. You began to scratch his neck, and when your fingers brushed something hard, you paused. You scrunched your brows as you tilted Cooper’s head up. Around his throat was a collar - black leather, golden plates, and little emeralds embedded in it.
“Where did you get this, buddy?” you mumbled. There was a whistle from the kitchen that had Cooper’s head popping upwards. Your dog grunted and slugged his way off of the couch and into the next room. You heard some shuffling and then Loki sauntered into the room, whistling the same Bowie song as before. Loki handed you the bowl of stew as he sat on the couch. “Hey Loki?”
“Yes, dove?” he asked as he settled into the couch.
“Does...does Cooper have a new collar?” you asked, blowing on your stew. A bark came from the kitchen and Loki scoffed but nodded. He chuckled briefly, taking a spoonful of stew. He swallowed it and pointed his chin towards the kitchen.
“First of all, the little brat just said ‘fuck yeah I do’. So, as he said so eloquently, yes he does,” Loki said. “No offense, darling, but the other one was rather ugly. Ugly curtains, ugly collar, come on, pet. Have you learnt nothing about design?”
“Hey, don’t hate on my curtains,” you laughed, holding a hand up. “And the collar was cheap. I can’t afford the fancy kind of bling you got him.”
“It was free for me, technically.”
“Did you steal a collar?”
“Really? With the vast amount of magic I can do, you assume I would steal a dog collar of all things?”
You paused and pursed your lips. “Good point.”
“I created the collar for him as a gift,” Loki explained. He reached forward and scooped your pendant between his fingers. His thumb brushed over the gem and he licked his lips. The emerald glittered against his skin as he stroked it gently. Loki dragged his eyes back up to yours. “Just as this pendant allows you to reach me, that collar will do the same for Cooper. Should he ever need me, that collar will act just as your pendant does.”
“Why did you do that?” you asked.
“I told you, pet, it is my job to protect you. If creating that collar allows me to do so, then it must be done,” Loki whispered. His eyes fell to your lips as he dropped his hand from your necklace. “Kiss me.”
You all but flung yourself into his arms, balancing your stew bowl in one hand as your other tangled in his hair. Loki’s mouth parted, and unlike the kiss in the kitchen, this one held a bit of a hurry within it. His lips moved quickly, dangerously alluring. The stew was threatening to fall from your hand as you pushed your body closer to his. Loki’s tongue danced with yours as his free hand grabbed your ass. You moaned, your head rolling back. Loki kissed down your neck, and when his lips reached your necklace, he paused. He pressed a gentle kiss to the gem, to your neck, then to your lips.
“Your lips contain a poison, my dear. One most distracting and tempting to my person,” Loki murmured, his nose still nudging yours. He straightened his back and nodded to your stew. “Eat.”
“Yes, Master,” you sighed whimsically, your lips still tasting like his. You licked them slowly, absorbing his taste on your tongue. You slid back against the cushions and regained your grip on your bowl. “Thank you for giving that to Cooper, by the way. It’s actually nice knowing there’s another way you’re looking out for me.”
“I will always look out for you.”
It was an intense sentence, one that held a hefty amount of meaning. But when he spoke the words, you knew them to be true. He wouldn’t let anything happen to you as long as he was around - or, not around. The collar and your necklace permitted that. You lifted the spoon in your bowl and blew on the stew until it cooled enough for you to eat it. You took in a few mouthfuls, humming in awe as you tasted the divine mixture of flavors and spices. “This is really good, Loki.”
“Why thank you, little one.” Loki smiled, taking in his own spoonful of his creation. You nodded and ate more of the stew, your eyes closing as the warmth flooded your body. You realized you were much hungrier than you thought - that really didn’t surprise you after being asleep for so long. You finished nearly the entire bowl in just a few short minutes, and the entire time, Loki was still humming. You placed your spoon back in the mostly empty bowl.
“You really like Bowie, huh?” You pulled your legs up beside you as Loki nodded.
“How could I not? He was a great guy,” Loki said, looking at you as he ate a mouthful of stew. You stared at him, spoon halfway to your mouth and your lips parted.
“What do you mean he was a great guy?” you asked. “Loki...did you know David Bowie?”
“Of course,” Loki said nonchalantly. He winked and smirked. “Why do you think he wrote ‘Starman’?”
“You’re the reason ‘Starman’ exists?” you gasped, dropping the spoon into the bowl. “That song is about you?”
“Naturally,” Loki chuckled. “Pet, I’ve been around for over a thousand years. It should be no shock that I was friends with many of your greats.”
“Who else did you know?” you squealed, putting the stew down on the side table. You curled up into Loki’s side and looked at him with wide, amazed eyes. Loki smiled down at you and placed his own bowl beside him in favor of wrapping his arms around you.
“Well, I visited Midgard many times during your prime period of rock,” Loki said, eyes facing the ceiling in thought. “Let’s see...there was Elton, Freddie, Mick...”
“Elton John? Freddie Mercury? Mick Jagger?” you gasped, your hands grasping Loki’s shirt. “Loki! This is fucking insane! Did they also write songs about you?”
“It’s likely.” Loki winked.
“How did you become friends with them all?” you asked, resting your head on Loki’s chest. He rubbed your back as he looked down at you. You offered him a small smile as he took you in. He bent down suddenly and kissed you, taking your lips into a quick, praising kiss. When he pulled back, he swiped his thumb over your lower lip.
“I just wanted to do that,” he mumbled. He blinked a few times before clearing his throat. “Well, pet, they were naturally drawn to me and I to them. You see, us gods have our official titles, mine being mischief and sex, of course. But those titles are sort of like trees. Mischief and sex are the trunks of the trees and from that, other titles branch out. For example, as the God of Mischief, some of my domains also include lies, robbery, games, and entertainment. Now of course, those are smaller titles of mine and realistically, I can pass them onto other gods but alas, I’m rather greedy.”
“Sorry to interrupt,” you said quickly. “But what branches does the God of Sex look over?”
“Great question,” Loki noted with a smile. “As the God of Sex, I also see over seduction, lust, passion, a bit of fertility, though my mother also holds that title as well, and trust.”
“Trust?” you asked.
Loki nodded thoughtfully. “Trust is a key with sex. If you do not trust your partner, where is the intimacy? I never force anyone to trust me. That would be an abuse of power. I sort of just watch over the bonds of fidelity, you know? Trust, fidelity, loyalty - it is all the same and I reside over all of those domains. You need them to have the pure rawness and power of sex.”
“I never thought of it that way,” you admitted, settling back into your position that you had unintentionally risen from. “This is so interesting. Thank you for telling me more.”
“Of course, pet. Back to the story?” he asked and you agreed quietly. “Right, so as I said, one of my branches for God of Mischief includes entertainment. After all, you can’t have entertainment without a bit of fun, promiscuity, quirky mischief. So it was that point that drew them to me. Being entertainers, they felt my power and it called out to them. I felt their talent, their hidden power, if you will, and I was brought to them.”
“Did they recognize you?” you asked, completely enthralled by his story.
“Elton didn’t at first, but he was also pretty drunk. Otherwise, I was quick to tell them. I wanted to help them, to give them the inspiration they needed. They were great without me and they would have succeeded without my help. I was just another tale for them to tell in their music,” Loki explained, waving one of his large hands around in the air.
“Wow,” you sighed. “That’s so fascinating. I could listen to your stories forever.”
“Could you?” Loki chuckled, hugging you closer to him. You both were quiet for a few moments. His breathing was relaxing you, lulling you into a calm, soothed state. You shut your eyes and nestled further into him. Loki’s cheek fell to the top of your head and you listened to him sigh. “This is nice, pet. This is really nice.”
“It is,” you admitted, eyes still closed.
“Do you like The Beatles?” Loki asked suddenly, his head still resting on yours.
“I do,” you said softly, curling up further to him. Even though you had slept for so many hours, Loki’s calming presence was pushing you into a dreamlike state on the brink of consciousness. You felt Loki take a deep sigh beneath you and he did something you would never expect.
He sang.
“Something in the way she moves...attracts me like no other lover...something in the way she woos me...I don’t want to leave her now, you know I believe and how,” Loki sang, his voice low and elegant. It was deep, sonorous, and brimming with both seduction and relaxation. You immediately eased into it, and a humorous thought ran through your mind where you acknowledged that his voice reminded you mildly of melted dark chocolate. Loki’s fingers stroked your back as he continued to sing. “Somewhere in her smile she knows...that I don’t need no other lover...something in her style that shows me...I don’t want to leave her now, you know I believe and how…”
Loki sang the song in his melodious voice and you were honestly shocked by how well he could carry a tune. Really, you shouldn’t have been surprised. His voice was like magic on its own. It was no wonder he could work a song so perfectly. You knew this song, it was one of your favorites. You tried not to think of the lyrics too deeply and assumed he had picked a song that he, too, just enjoyed. There was nothing else behind this, other than some adoration. He hummed the guitar solo, and when that was over, his voice was even deeper, rawer.
“You’re asking me will my love grow...I don’t know, I don’t know…you stick around now it may show...I don’t know, I don’t know…something in the way she knows...and all I have to do is think of her...something in the things she shows me...I don’t want to leave her now, you know I believe and how…”
When he finished singing, his arms were nearly locked around you and your fist was gripped tightly in his shirt. There were tears in your eyes as you looked up at him, your mouth agape in awe.
“That was beautiful…” you whispered. “Thank you for that.”
“You’re thanking me a lot today,” Loki said quietly, moving one hand upwards to stroke your cheek. “I should be the one thanking you.”
“Why?”
“Because you gave me a home here,” Loki murmured. “I feel...safe with you, pet.”
“I feel safe with you,” you stated in return. “I know you’re going to protect me no matter what. You’re...I…”
“What is it, little one?” Loki captured your chin between his fingers and locked eyes with you. You felt a tear slip from your left eye. Loki quickly caught it with his mouth, kissing away the salty droplet with a tender, devoted touch of his lips. He lifted his head and when you caught his gaze again, you blurted it out.
“I adore you.”
Loki smiled, a small twitch of his lips that would be barely noticeable had you not examined him with so much scrutiny. “Is that what you were trying to tell me last night?”
“Yes.” Your voice was barely audible, emotion thick and heavy anchoring your words in your throat. Loki ran his knuckles over your cheekbone. His caress was slow and gentle, his warm skin brushing over yours with all intention of comfort and kindness.
“I adore you too.”
It felt good for him to say it. It felt right.
“Good. Good, I’m glad,” you said quickly, stretching up to press a chaste kiss to Loki’s lips. When you pulled back, you tilted your head. “Hey, did you know The Beatles too?”
“I helped John and Paul write ‘Hey Jude’.”
“You son of a bitch!”
Loki laughed, his head tossed back as he bellowed out his joy. You knelt there in shock, giggling in disbelief. It was rather insane, you thought, that you were curled up on your couch with a deity who aided rockstars write music, answered prayers about losing virginity, and cooked some pretty delicious stew. This entity also came inside of you, tugged you by a leash, and called you degrading names in bed. And then, he also adored you.
Loki of Asgard adored you.
It would not be a sentence you would be tired of hearing.
He admitted it last night and he admitted it again now. And when he said it, his eyes sparkled. They nearly glowed with emotion and devotion. You couldn’t deny the ache in your chest when he said it. You wanted him to say it again, and again, and again. You wanted him to say more. You adored this man - this god - with every inch of your heart and you knew that nothing would be able to tear you away from him now. You had breached the over-one-week mark and he was still here. You didn’t think it would last this long but it had. Loki was here, he adored you, and you adored him.
Maybe you felt more than adoration for the God of Mischief and Sex.
But you were quickly torn from your thoughts when a clap of thunder roared from outside. You screamed and immediately dove into Loki’s lap. You buried your head in his neck and wrapped your arms around him. There was another crack and you cried out, your body shivering against Loki’s body. He sat there in relative shock but as soon as he registered what was happening, Loki’s arms quickly wound around your body and held you close to him.
“Sweet thing, what is it?” Loki asked, his mouth pressed directly to your ear. You opened your mouth to speak, but then a flash of yellow and white streaked across the living room and you yelped again. Loki looked out the window and caught sight of angry, thick, gray clouds hanging in the sky. He squinted and a rumble of thunder broke out from the clouds, earning more trembling from you. It dawned on Loki then and his face relaxed. “Is it the thunder? Are you afraid of it?”
“Yes,” you squeaked out. You sighed, your body slumping a bit. You didn’t dare look up at Loki, ashamed at how easily your nerves had overcome your senses. No, you were quite content hiding under his curtain of dark hair. “I’m sorry. I’ve been afraid of them since I was a kid. I was doing pretty well with them until I moved out here. Being alone just...I don’t know, made me afraid of them again. I didn’t mean to jump into your lap.”
You went to slide out of his grip, but his arms only tightened around you. “Hush, kitten. There’s no need to worry. I’m here. You’re not alone anymore.” Loki looked down at you and noticed your eyes were nearly sealed shut. “Can I put you down for a moment, pet? I want to check the storm.”
“O-Okay,” you stuttered.
Loki carefully placed you on the couch, his hand cupping your face. He kissed your forehead before stalking over to the window. He peered outside and examined the clouds. When he first heard the thunder, Loki was nervous that perhaps Thor had flipped a switch and came down to Midgard as a way to sway Loki to come home and leave his pet. Loki didn’t believe his loyal brother would do such a thing, but a threat from Odin might persuade the oldest Odinson to act otherwise. Really, Loki wouldn’t put it past him. The old brute could be quite nasty when he needed to be. But now, as he watched the clouds bump into each other and erupt with flashes of light, Loki knew that these were not storm clouds of Thor, God of Thunder. It was just a regular storm passing through. One that apparently had you terrified. It would be another trait of yours that Loki would subtly appreciate, though you would probably kick his shin if you were aware of it.
Straightening his back and letting out a barely noticeable sigh of relief, Loki walked back towards you. “It’s okay, little one. The thunder can’t hurt you, I pro -”
Just then, a clap of thunder practically shook the apartment and you stared at the window with fear evident in your eyes. There were tears brimming in them and Loki felt his heart tearing into two. He knelt in front of the couch and took your hands in his. They were shaking as Loki swept his thumbs over your knuckles.
“Talk to me, sweet. Why are you afraid of storms?” Loki asked, his hands never unclasping from yours.
“I really don’t know. I’ve always been afraid of them. The noise, the lights, the heavy rain - it’s a lot and it can be really overwhelming at times,” you sighed, shaking your head. Another rumble of thunder - a bit softer than the rest but still unnerving - rolled through the room and you squeezed Loki’s hands. Loki pursed his lips then stood, pulling you up with him. “What is it?”
“I’m going to help you relax,” Loki whispered. He tilted his head back and smirked. “Come with me, little one.”
Loki began walking backwards, his eyes never leaving you as you followed him into your bedroom. He closed the door behind him before guiding you to the bed. He positioned you so you were standing at the foot of the bed. Loki quickly made his way to the curtains and shut them while only taking a brief moment to roll his eyes at their appearance. Thunder crackled as Loki walked back over to you and he took your shaking body in his arms. You whimpered against his chest but he hushed you, his hand running over your hair.
“Loki, I don’t know how you’re going to get me to calm down,” you admitted, shaking your head against his soft shirt.
“It will be easy enough, my dear. I know the way to a woman’s core of relaxation is through my hands,” Loki said, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers. You assumed he meant that he was going to finger you, maybe fondle your breasts a bit, and that was meant to relax you. Honestly, it probably would. But then, those sinful hands shucked his shirt from your body and gripped your hips. He tugged you to him as his lips found your ear. “It’s time to give my little girl a massage.”
You shivered at his words as he fell to his knees. His fingers hooked into your panties and he slowly pulled them down your legs, his lips leaving soft kisses in the wake of the light fabric. As your underwear fell to the ground, the leftover droplets of Loki’s cum disappeared. You pouted, but Loki simply pressed a kiss to your mound - which was quickly growing wet - and smiled up at you.
“Later.”
It was a promise, one that was simple, but it was heavy and reassuring. Loki raised himself back to his full height and he guided you onto the bed. He flipped you onto your stomach and laid you out. A flash of lightning struck again and you buried your face into the mattress, a whine escaping your lips. Loki sighed and rested his hands on your bare back. You flinched at his touch and he frowned.
“Pet, look at me,” Loki murmured. You turned your head to find his face right beside you. His eyes were soft and comforting. “I have an idea but I will not do it without your consent.”
“What is it?” you asked, body shaking again as more thunder surged through the room. Loki stroked his hand along your spine and you relaxed slightly into his touch. The corners of Loki’s lips quirked upwards as he scanned your face.
“I want to blindfold you.”
You perked your head up, your cheek lifting from the sheets at his words. He wanted to blindfold you. You should have been shocked. You should have questioned why. Really, you should have done a handful of things. But the only thing you could do was think finally! Finally he was moving onto the things you had pleaded for, begged for. Things he had teased you with in the shower, in bed, on the floor. Things you wanted more than you could put into words. And now, during this damned thunderstorm, he wanted to massage you and blindfold you.
“Yes,” you said quickly, nodding at him.
Loki lifted a brow and chuckled. “Yes? Right off the bat, you’re giving me a yes?”
“Yes, Loki. Please,” you begged.
“May I explain why I want to do this?” Loki asked, earning another nod from you. “This is meant for you to relax. I want you to be calm and clearly, your focus is on the storm outside. If I can take that sense away and thrust you into darkness, you are trusting me to take your attention away from what’s happening outside. You’re focusing on my touch, my hands, and it will sweep you away from the storm. Will you let me do this?”
He didn’t even need to be asking that. You knew the blindfolding would be fun, perhaps a bit kinky, and would definitely end up in sex. But you didn’t imagine it in this context. And when you considered it, it seemed like a good idea. You wouldn’t be able to stare out the window and await the next lightning strike or clap of thunder. Perhaps his massaging would even drown out the rumbles of the storm from outside. So, without any further questioning, you exhaled and whispered a quiet, desperate, “yes”.
“Good girl,” he murmured. He waved his hand over the bed and with a green glow, a black blindfold appeared along with a tub of oil. “Up on your knees, pet.”
You pulled yourself upwards so you were kneeling on the bed. Loki settled behind you and ran his mouth up your neck. You let out a sigh as he kissed your neck, his lips caressing your skin sensually. You watched as his hands maneuvered the blindfold in front of you. He rested the soft fabric over your eyes and tied a knot on the back of your head. You were submerged in darkness, and when his lips met your shoulder, you jumped. Loki chuckled as he slid his hands down your sides.
“You look so perfect like this, little one,” Loki whispered against your skin. A crack of thunder that sounded like an angry whip shot through the room but Loki just continued to kiss your shoulder. A part of you was rather shocked at how you actually honed in on his lips instead of the thunder. His hand slid down your spine and pressed against the small of your back. “Lay back down. It’s time to start.”
You followed his command and went back down onto your stomach. You tried to ignore the butterflies flying around your gut when Loki’s hands never left your body as you went back down. Even once you were on your belly, one of Loki’s hands stayed on you. The other one drifted away and you heard the pot of oil move onto the nightstand beside your bed. There was a moment of pause and then his slick hand was on your shoulder blades. You didn’t mean to moan, but you did, and Loki’s laughter followed in suit.
“I’ve barely started,” Loki chuckled as his hands smoothed over your back. His touch was so soothing and his magical fingers reached every knot and sore spot embedded in your body. You moaned again as he kneaded a tough spot over your spine.
“I’ve never received a massage,” you admitted into the sheets.
Loki paused, his hot hands stationary on your back. “Never?”
“Never.”
His lips were on your neck then as his hands moved again. “So what you’re telling me is I’ve officially taken two virginities of yours - sex and massages?”
You couldn’t help the laughter that rang out from you. “Sure, I guess you could say that.”
“Brilliant,” Loki said, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could tell that cocky grin was plastered onto his face. He kissed you again as his hands glided towards your middle back. “Now, lay back, relax, and let me take care of you.”
Loki was quiet as his hands worked over your muscles. With every press of his palm and smooth of his fingers, your body melted further into the bed. Every now and then, you’d flinch at the sound of thunder outside. But when those moments did come, Loki would kiss your shoulder and whisper that everything was alright and that you were safe.
You were safe. You knew you were safe.
The wind could howl, the rain could pour, lightning could crash into the windows and you would still be safe. You were amazed by the feelings of trust that this blindfold offered you. It was interesting, in your opinion, that you handed over complete control to Loki like this. He could whip out a dagger and slit your throat and you would not even notice until the blade swiped over your skin. You knew in your heart he wouldn’t do that - obviously, he hadn’t given you a reason to think that. But he could do literally anything in this moment and you trusted him that he would choose the right thing.
“Baby girl,” Loki whispered, his voice husky as his hands moved down to your ass. “Your body is fucking perfect.”
You shifted a bit nervously. “Thanks.”
“I mean it, pet. You’re beautiful,” he murmured as he grasped your ass. He pulled your cheeks apart and moaned. Apparently, you were wet. Very wet. That shouldn’t have surprised you. What did surprise you was the hard cock that suddenly bounced against the back of your thigh. Loki rocked against you and you found your legs spreading. He chuckled and ran two fingers over your wet core.
“Fuck, Loki…”
“What happened to our massage, pet?” Loki teased as he played with your clit. The pads of his fingers rubbed your swollen bud slowly with the perfect bit of pressure applied to it.
“Technically, one could consider this a massage,” you noted, your legs spreading wider. Loki kissed your bottom, and his lips drifted along your cheeks so slowly that you were sure his mouth was going to end up pressed to your heated center. Instead, Loki lifted his head and kissed the small of your back.
“Not the massage I was referring to,” he said with a playful arrogance in his voice.
His fingers continued to swivel your clit. You bit back a moan as he circled your bud a bit faster. You turned your head around only to remind yourself that your vision was encased in pure darkness. Cursing, you let your cheek fall back against the sheets. You rocked back against him and whined when his fingers drifted away.
“You said you never got a proper massage before. I must amend that,” Loki said, his fingers completely absent from your cunt. You grunted and frowned, forgetting that Loki could still see you until he scoffed and pinched your ass cheek lightly. “No frowning.”
“You really make me regret telling you things,” you grumbled.
Loki laughed and the sound made your chest fill with warmth and delight.
“I know,” he said. His hands gravitated towards your thighs. You moaned softly as he worked the backs of your thighs, the heel of his hand digging into your hamstrings. He hummed softly as he tended to your body.
Thunder sounded in the distance but your body remained pliant in his hands. Loki grinned to himself - it was working. You were distracted by his touch and the blindfold had sealed you into this intimate, sensual world with him.
And for his benefit, this was the perfect opportunity to explore your body. Oftentimes in the midst of passion, he’d be so carried away by your taste, smell, feel, that he would nearly do anything just to sink his cock into you. But now, he was just pampering you. His hands sailed over your skin, pressed into your muscles, and soothed your nerves. He admired you - each and every curve of your body. The soft spots on your thighs. The dip of your spine. The round suppleness of your ass. He ached to touch all of it slowly, intimately, and with such examination that not an inch of you felt unseen. So, he did that. He swept his warm, oiled hands along your calves, over your ankles, and even on the undersides of your feet. He did this to your left leg, then transferred to the right.
Thunder shook the room and lightning lit the walls, and while you couldn’t see the latter, the first apparently was not affecting you any longer. It was becoming continuous and consistent, your lack of flinching and trembling. And though he never wanted to see you upset, anxious, or afraid, Loki would not mind the occasional storm rolling in a few times during this vacation if the end result was him rubbing you up and down while you presented your wet pussy to him.
Dragging his hands upwards towards your ass, Loki stifled a groan. He had magically taken his clothes off just before he started massaging you, assuming that the skin-on-skin contact would be much more sensual and intimate. He was right, it was. But now, that contact was only making his cock twitch. He hovered above you as he began kneading your ass, pushing and pulling at your globes with his oily hands. His cock bounced and a drop of precum fell onto your thigh.
“Felt that.”
Loki chuckled but left the droplet on your leg. “Did you now?”
“Heightened senses, remember?” you giggled along with him. Your words were slurred, indicating to Loki how caught up in bliss you were. You sighed pleasantly when he moved his hands back up to your shoulders. “It’s nice knowing you want me.”
“I always want you,” Loki whispered. “It’s rather difficult keeping my hands to myself right now...metaphorically speaking.”
“Then don’t.” You looked over your shoulder, and even though the upper half of your face was covered with the black blindfold, Loki knew the look you were giving him. Your eyes were those wide, wondrous eyes that pleaded with sparkling irises and blown pupils. They were eyes he was weak for, the eyes that could have him falling to his knees. He would beg for those eyes. You raised your ass, bumping against Loki’s cock and grinding yourself backwards. “Touch me, Loki. Please, Master.”
Loki watched as you rocked back against him, his cock resting between the cleft of your asscheeks. He reached down and grabbed your hips, aiding you in your slow movements. You tossed your head back and groaned. Loki could not help but be entranced in this sight and he gripped you tighter.
“Grind against me, little girl. Grind on my cock,” he grunted. The dip and dive of your ass had Loki rolling his head backwards. His cock slid through your wet lips, his blunt head catching on you every now and then. He wanted nothing more than to sink his cock inside of you right then and there. He wanted to hold you down and fuck you into submission - and submission, you would always be fucked into. Instead, Loki pulled himself from you, and for the first time since he began, his hands left your body.
“Loki?” you asked, perhaps a bit more nervously than you intended. You looked around but, of course, there was nothing to see. “I’m sorry. Did I go too - oh!”
You collapsed forward onto the bed because Loki’s mouth was pressed to your heated core. His tongue attacked you, sinking into your hole and licking up your juices. His hands grasped your hips and tugged you up against his mouth.
“Loki! Fuck!” you shouted, reaching behind you to grab Loki’s hair. He swatted your hand away and growled. His head lifted from your cunt as two fingers sunk inside of you.
“Hands to yourself, pet,” he snickered.
“I hate this rule,” you grumbled, pulling your hand back up beside you.
“And yet you constantly ask me to tie you up and leave you helpless,” Loki said before flicking his tongue over your clit. You wanted to offer him attitude, maybe bite back a little bit with your words, but you physically couldn’t. Every time you went to open your mouth, the only sounds that came out were weak, strangled moans of pure and utter pleasure.
Loki didn’t exactly say anything about not being able to move. So, you rocked yourself backwards in the same way you did when you were rolling against his cock. Apparently, Loki was fine with this because he moaned out your name and pressed his tongue against you harder. The sounds he was making were obscene, filling the room with the definition and passion of sex.
If the thunderstorm was still going on, you truly didn’t notice. The only thing you could focus on were Loki’s fingers, tongue, and beautiful noises.
“You taste...fuck, pet, you taste so good,” Loki grunted out as he rocked his cock against your bed. There was precum dripping from his swollen head but he elected to ignore the mess it was making. Your sheets were bound to get even more filthy rather quickly. He couldn’t get enough of you. Your essence was dripping over his lips and onto his chin, leaking down his fingers and filling his nose with your scent. Loki’s cock twitched insistently at the thought of being inside of you.
“Oh, Master...Master, please,” you whimpered, unsure of what you were begging for. Loki sucked on your clit, nibbling on the little bud with the edges of his teeth. When your clit fell from his mouth, Loki found himself breathless.
“What do you want, little one? What do you want me to do?” Loki whispered, pushing his fingers into you fast and hard. You squirmed around, your hips bucking back against his talented hands. You shook your head, mouth opening and closing. Loki kissed your clit again and raised himself upwards. “Do you want me to tell you how tight your cunt is? Well, it is. It’s so tight and warm. It’s grabbing my fingers, nearly sucking me inside of you. I can’t wait to fuck you, pet. I can’t wait to sink my cock inside of you and fuck you until you’re crying behind that blindfold. I’m so hard just thinking about it. Come, feel.”
Loki grabbed your hand and yanked it backwards. He allowed you to brush your fingers over his length and even though you couldn’t see him, you knew his cock was red and dripping with precum. He gave you a few seconds to feel him before he threw your hand back up beside your head.
“That’s what you do to me. Fuck, baby, I love this beautiful pussy so much. I could spend eternity between your thighs,” Loki groaned as he curled his fingers within you. “What else do you want? Do you want to know how all I can do is think of you and this sexy body? It’s true, you’re always on my mind. No matter what I’m doing, where I am, what’s happening around me, you’re all I can think about it. Your breasts, your cunt, your tight little ass, I want you all of the time. Every thought of mine begins and ends in the same way - when am I going to cum inside of this perfect woman again?”
Loki continued to whisper and moan dangerously filthy promises and statements to you. His words were dirty and they were driving you delirious. Every smooth syllable that fell from his tongue had you climbing closer and closer to the edge. You could feel your orgasm tightening, coiling in your stomach and waiting to unravel and explode. And you were nearly there. With Loki’s thumb circling your clit and his two fingers pumping inside of you, you were sure it was about to happen. You just needed -
Loki’s fingers pulled out from you and his thumb vacated your clit. He flipped you over and smirked at your shocked face.
“Back to our regularly scheduled massage, hm?” Loki asked, licking his fingers clean before dunking them into the pot of oil.
“R-Really? You’re...but I…”
“Was so close to cumming, I know, sweet,” Loki cooed. He leaned over you, his lips just above yours. You were trembling at how close he was. Loki kissed you briefly, smiling against your mouth. “Soon.”
He went to work massaging you again, and even though you were still extremely wet and wanting, you couldn’t deny that this felt so good. His hands moved gently but with a dominant firmness over your shoulders and arms, smoothing out your biceps, triceps, and every tendon in your forearms. His hands swept back upwards towards your chest. The pads of Loki’s fingers grazed your breasts and you arched up into his touch. But, he continued moving until he reached your stomach. He massaged your abdomen - a feeling that felt a lot more enjoyable than you would have assumed - before he went down and massaged the tops of your feet and legs.
Loki continued doing this for a few long minutes. He would brush past your cunt, earning a shiver and moan from you, or he would tweak your nipples just a bit. Essentially, he avoided any part that you actually wanted him to touch. And every time he got close to your cunt, you would sneakily spread your legs wider, tempting him to dive in.
“I know what you’re doing, little one,” Loki whispered, his mouth suddenly beside your ear. You yelped and jumped forward, but Loki’s body held you down. His hands were massaging your hips. You felt his cock resting over your mound and you whimpered.
“Is it working, at least?” you teased, your voice shaking.
“Yes.”
The singular word was spoken with such heat that you nearly gasped. And then, the blunt tip of his cock was pressing inside of you, stuffing you with him.
“Loki! Thank you, Loki! Thank you for your cock,” you moaned as he sunk inside of you. Loki’s hands remained on your hips as he settled inside of you. Your breathing was heavy, the sensation of his cock filling you heightened because of your lack of sight. You cursed under your breath, wishing that you could rip the blindfold off just for a second so you could see Loki’s beautiful face.
“We weren’t supposed to end up like this,” Loki admitted, lips pressing to your neck. “This really was supposed to be just a normal massage.”
“Consider this a deep-tissue massage then,” you joked, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively behind the blindfold. Loki laughed with his entire body, making his cock twitch inside of you. You tried to laugh along with him but the feeling of his cock inside of you was shrouding you in desire. “Loki...fuck me now. Please, please, please.”
“I do love hearing you beg, kitten,” Loki said, nipping your neck. He erected his back, tossed both of your legs over his shoulders, and began pounding into you. There were stars floating in your dark field of vision. You were a bundle of sensitivity, both from the heightened sensations and the orgasm denial of earlier. Loki’s teasing hands were not any help to your situation either. Your hands grabbed the sheets as Loki’s hips snapped back and forth, shoving his cock in and out of you quickly.
Loki was fucking you like his literal life depended on it. His cock jabbed into you, sending waves of euphoria sailing through your body. On your part, you couldn’t stop moaning his name, nor could you resist clenching around his aching member. You reached forward blindly and ran your hand down his abdomen, stroking his muscles.
“You’re really hot,” you blurted out. Loki snickered, and you knew he was doing so at your outstanding lack of elegant language.
“You can’t even see me,” he said.
“Don’t need to,” you said, a lazy, cock-drunk smile on your face. “I can feel you. That’s enough.”
Then, he was leaning over you, your legs still tossed over his shoulders. He had bent you completely in half, making his cock feel like it was even deeper within your cunt. You gasped and arched your back off the bed.
“Feel me more,” he whispered.
So, you did. You touched everywhere you could reach. You found that grasping his arms was one of your favorite things to do. His muscles would bulge under his skin and remind you of the pure strength and stamina that he possessed. Your nails bit into his arms as he picked up his pace, a feat you deemed would be nearly impossible, yet he was doing it anyway.
“My darling pet, I missed a spot on our massage,” Loki crooned. His hands moved from your trembling thighs to your breasts. His hands were oily once again as he massaged your breasts. Loki’s knuckles bumped into your pendant with each and every movement of his hands. He kneaded you, similarly to how he did with your ass, and you pushed up into his touch. He pinched and grabbed your nipples, making your buds sore and discolored ever so slightly. His dark head fell forward and he began suckling you. You called out his name and grabbed his arms harder but he didn’t relent. His devious mouth was intent on driving you insane, you were sure of it.
You two were a tangle of limbs, sweat, oil, and sex. The thunderstorm had long passed, you were sure of it. However, you would not make him stop. He could continue soothing you, massaging you - honestly, whatever it was at this point, it was more considered just plain fucking you - and you would not stop him. Let him continue his adoration. Let him continue to lavish you with his hands. You wanted it all, even if you couldn’t see it.
But what you couldn’t see, you could hear. You could feel.
You could hear the sloshing, sloppy noises erupting from your cunt every time he thrusted his hard cock into you. You could hear the way his mouth sucked on your nipples. You could hear how he moaned whenever you clenched around him or squeezed his arms. And then, you could feel it - the deep, fast drag of his cock, the sharp tug on your buds, the vibrations of his groaning. Your senses were being pushed into overdrive and it caused your orgasm to make itself well-known once again.
“Master! Master, I need to cum,” you cried out. You felt tears brimming in your eyes and there, you realized, Loki had made true on his promise. He said he would fuck you until you cried behind your blindfold. And now here you were, whimpering and beginning to sob, wettening the blindfold with your tears. Your voice trembled, though it wasn’t from fear now. It was from pure and utter pleasure. “Master, please let me cum. Please, make me cum. I want to cum on your cock. Please, please, please.”
You were doing an awful lot of begging. Perhaps it was because you couldn’t see Loki’s face to figure out if he was going to allow you to cum or now. That delayed gratification topic still lurked in the back of your mind and you were not ready to give up a blissful orgasm tonight.
Loki lifted his head from your nipple and slammed his lips to yours. You moaned, shocked at his aggression yet tenderness. He kissed you passionately, tongue dipping into your mouth and tangling with yours. His hands gripped your breasts tighter and his cock was pounding into you with such intensity you wondered if his hips hurt.
Yours would be from being bent in half. Not that you minded, though.
Loki lifted his lips from yours just enough to speak. “Cum. Cum on my cock. Cum for me, I want to feel you cum right fucking now.”
He didn’t even need to touch your sore clit. The pleasure he was delivering you was so hot and desirable that you came with a shout. Your head fell back against the bed as Loki helped you through your orgasm. Your cunt was quivering and fluttering around him and with a few final thrusts, Loki came deep inside of you. He pushed his cock in as far as he could go, spilling his cum into you through his lustful groans.
As he came, he stared down at you and was in awe of how you looked - covered in oil, bruises, and blindfolded. An image flashed through his mind of you with the blindfold on, but also with your hands tied above your head and a gag in your mind. Loki cursed and had to shut his eyes in order to stop himself from getting carried away again.
After his release, Loki slowly eased your legs down from his shoulders. He slid out of you and crawled up your body. Your mouth was still opened and your chest was still heaving. Loki brushed his knuckles down your arm gently.
“My sweet, I am going to take the blindfold off now,” he whispered. You nodded lazily. Loki lifted your head with one hand and untied the knot in the back with the other. He placed your head back down as he stripped the fabric from your eyes. Your face was covered with tears and your eyes were red and puffy. Loki dropped the blindfold and cradled your face in his hands. “Pet? Are you alright? Is everything okay?”
You turned your face towards him and broke out into a large grin. “I’m fucking amazing.”
Loki laughed, a tune that sounded more like relief than humor. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Good. I was worried for a moment.”
“You don’t need to worry about me, Loki,” you said.
Loki’s face sobered suddenly. His lips pressed into a tight line and he looked away from your eyes discreetly for a moment. A darkness ran over his face and you could tell something bothersome was lurking in his mind. “I do have to worry about you.”
“Loki? What -”
“Anyway, pet,” Loki whispered, his face suddenly lit with a smile again. His hand grasped your hip and he began rubbing slowly. “I am sure that I bent you a bit out of shape. May I remedy that?”
He didn’t give you time to ask why he got so serious all of a sudden. Instead, he pressed his lips to yours and massaged your hips, then your legs, then your breasts again. And soon, your question had left your mind, Loki’s cock entered your body, and you were so distracted by the pleasure you felt that you could not recognize the trouble, nervousness, and downright fear that lingered in the backs of Loki’s eyes.
Notes:
"Starman" by David Bowie: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBKEt3MhNMM
"Something" by The Beatles (the song Loki sang): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZ3Vh8jZFdE
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Chapter 12: It’s Not About What Tools You Have, It’s About How You Use Them
Summary:
Several orgasms and a lot of pleasure later, you and Loki find yourselves caught up in some pillow talk. It wasn’t meant to get deep but it does. You’re slowly learning more about each other, but there are still some things he is clearly not telling you.
Notes:
Happy Friday!! Welcome back to our wonderfully smutty adventure! I hope everyone is doing well today! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Somewhere between your third and fourth orgasm, you and Loki started talking.
He was laying on his back, his eyes staring up at the ceiling with his arms folded behind his head. There was a small smirk on his face - a self-satisfactory one that indicated precisely how good he was feeling at this moment. You were still trying to catch your breath, your last orgasm so powerful that it winded you.
Maybe that was the reason for Loki’s cocky grin, actually.
Your body was alight with pleasure and you felt like you were still flying somewhere high up in the clouds. It seemed there was nothing Loki couldn’t do to bring you to the edge. He was rough, yet attentive, demanding, yet caring. Normally, a man being that way with you would give you whiplash, for it would be far too confusing to keep up with. But with Loki, it seemed so natural. Submitting to him was like breathing and every time he used those sinful hands, that wicked tongue, and his generous cock on you, you found it easier and easier to let go of each inhibition, each insecurity, and offer him every part of you that you could.
Finally, you rolled onto your side and propped yourself up onto your elbow. Loki’s green eyes drifted from the ceiling over to you and he slid a bit closer to you. You ran your knuckles up his bare stomach, then back down again. You explored his body and didn’t miss the way his breath caught in his throat when your fingers ran up to his chest. You looked at him and his face was soft, pleasant, but a bit detached.
“What are you thinking about?” you asked, leaning further onto your hand. “You seem...down? Yeah, a little down.”
Loki internally winced at how easily it was getting for you to read him. No one could see past the facade he would put up when necessary. With you, he was truly happy. He felt good, secure, genuinely satisfied. But the worry of those flares still lingered in the back of his mind, severing him from this moment with you. All he wanted to do was rest with you, enjoy you laying beside him, and forget about the magic being sent out across this small chunk of Midgard.
However, Loki tried not to let that show. He chuckled and moved one of his hands from behind his head to your waist. Now it was his turn to run his knuckles along your skin. “I’m just fine, pet. I’m here with you. There’s nothing more I could want.”
“That’s sweet of you to say,” you said with a blush, looking away. Loki’s hand moved up from your waist to your cheek. He turned your head back towards him and gave you a strong, pointed look.
“I mean it,” he whispered. His eyes flickered down to your lips and he licked his own. You took the opportunity to kiss him, your body draping over his as your lips touched his. He sighed against you, a delightful sound that had a chill running down your spine. He held you close to him, his hand still cupping your hot cheek. The kiss was sweet and simple, but you knew if you spent just a few seconds longer with your lips pressed to his, it would quickly turn feverish. Loki was the first to pull away and when he opened his eyes, they were nearly glittering. His lips quirked into a grin. “What’s your favorite color?”
“What?”
“I asked you what your favorite color is,” Loki said with a gentle shrug. “Is that such an offensive question?”
“No, not at all. I just wasn’t expecting it,” you admitted.
“Well, I did say we were going to get to know each other better and it truly just occurred to me that I do not know this basic fact,” Loki said thoughtfully. “So, tell me, kitten, what’s your favorite color?”
For a moment, as you looked into the depths of Loki’s crystalline eyes, you wanted to say green. You had to physically bite your lip to hold the words down in your throat. Once you were sure you wouldn’t croak out the cheesy answer, you moved yourself back up onto your elbow.
“I would have to say purple. Like a rich, deep violet or a nice indigo,” you said, pursing your lips. “I’ll take a wild guess and say that your favorite is green.”
“How could you ever know that?” Loki asked, dropping his jaw in fake shock. You laughed and swatted his stomach lightly. Loki chuckled and settled further into the pillow, his smile remaining curled and his body laying completely pliant. “My mother picked that color for me when I was very young.”
“Did she?” you asked. “What is Frigga like?”
“She’s wonderful. Very kind, intelligent, and dangerously skilled with magic. She could offer you a sweet, charming grin and then slash you in half all in the same second,” Loki explained. He smirked a bit. “I think you can see where I get that from.”
“I’m glad you’re aware of it, then.” You wrapped your free arm around Loki’s torso. “What is the rest of your family like?”
“It’s just me, Thor, and Odin,” Loki said, his nose twitching when he mentioned Odin. “Thor is a very good brother, the best perhaps in all the Nine Realms. He’s always been there for me and when I was a kid, he protected me. He really went out of his way to make sure I felt safe. After everything that happened, he was there for me.”
“Everything that happened? Why did he need to protect you?” you asked, brows furrowing slightly.
Loki paused and looked away. “It is no matter.”
“Loki -”
“Odin, on the other hand, he’s a hothead,” Loki said quickly, turning back to you and running his hand along your face. He swept his fingers over your lips, stopping you from speaking. “That man could level a planet with his anger. He’s dangerous, but not in the way Frigga is. Frigga can contain her desires. She knows peace and balance. Odin just...doesn’t. Well, maybe he does. He just chooses not to obey it. He likes to speak in riddles and keep secrets - secrets that are potentially dangerous...secrets that could hurt people.”
You tried not to notice it, but you couldn’t help pick up the traces of resentment when Loki spoke of his father. It made you cling to him a bit tighter. He was facing the ceiling once again, but instead of a cocky grin on his face like earlier, he was more contemplative and cold.
“Do you have a good relationship with him?” You weren’t sure if you should ask the question. It sounded like Loki had bonded well with Thor and Frigga. But you had heard the stories of Odin being a bit too chilled. Hearing about him from someone who actually knew him instead of just worshipped him made you think there was more to tales you were taught.
“I...I don’t know,” Loki admitted. “Somedays, yes. Other days, no. I think...I think he is a good king. I think he tries his best and truly, the realms prosper under him. But I think he takes his politics too far into his relationships as well. I know he loves Thor and I but he goes about it all wrong. He pressures Thor into taking the throne and he pressures me into being the perfect god - perfect by his standards, mind you. Believe me, you cannot pressure mischief and chaos into fitting a mold and I am not sure he understands that. He doesn’t trust me with my powers.”
“He must have some faith in you. He made you the God of Sex,” you offered.
Loki snorted. “Because no one else wanted to be it.”
“Hey,” you said, rolling over so you were on top of him. “Odin may not believe in you but I do. I think you’re doing an amazing job.”
“Thank you.” Loki stared at you and you thought there were tears in his eyes. He blinked quickly and cleared his throat. But when he looked away, you saw something flash across his face - guilt? You pondered this - what would Loki have to feel guilty over? Instead of asking, you waited for Loki to look back at you, and when he did, he was smiling again. “Why do you live here? This place is so...small.”
“It’s what I can afford,” you said. “It’s not much but it’s home.”
“Cooper said you moved out here 6 months ago just for the job you’re at now,” Loki murmured. “Why?”
“The place I used to live in was near a hub of the city, so the rent was really high,” you explained. Loki watched you intently, his head nodding slowly as you spoke. “I worked at a job similar to what I do now - editing. It didn’t pay as much and with the apartment being so costly, I was barely making ends meet. I saw that my current job was hiring so I applied and got it. The higher pay from the job mixed with the lower cost of this apartment meant I could be saving more money for…”
“For?” Loki mumbled.
You blushed and shook your head. “It’s silly.”
“No, tell me,” he whispered, taking your free hand in his. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles, then to your palm and wrist. He looked up at you as he held your hand to his mouth. “Please?”
“Promise you won’t laugh at me?” you asked sheepishly.
“I promise,” Loki said. He stuck out his pinky finger and you were a bit surprised that this godly Asgardian knew what a pinky promise was. You folded your pinky with his and shook it once. When you went to drop his pinky, Loki continued to hold your hand.
“Okay. Let me start by saying that I like what I do. Editing is fun because I get to read a lot but...they give me such shitty things to read! Essays, articles, reviews...it’s boring, Loki,” you sighed. “Anyway, there is something that I’ve always loved and that’s art. I’ve always wanted to be an artist but it’s not really a money-making field. I practice a lot and I think I’m actually really good but, I don’t know, I can’t go anywhere with it. So by taking this job and saving up money, it can get me better supplies which will make better projects which might lead to me being confident enough to show someone my work. Right now, I work with Crayola art supplies and barely sharpened #2 pencils. I know I have the talent to create some pretty nice drawings but I can’t get there without the funds.”
“I am very sorry to hear this,” Loki murmured, eyes cast down towards your conjoined hands. He stroked the back of your hand with his thumb for a few quiet moments before looking back up at you. “May I see the drawings?”
“You really want to see them?” you asked.
Loki nodded eagerly. “Yes, I very much would.”
“A-Alright,” you said, pushing yourself up and off the bed. You stood there for a moment, a bit unsure of whether or not you should actually show Loki your work. It was something very private, something you had not shown anyone in a long, long time. Swallowing your nervousness, you walked towards the dresser at the corner of your room. You heard Loki sit up and a slight groan left his lips.
“I hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave, kitten,” Loki purred. You scoffed and shook your head playfully as you opened the bottom drawer. You lifted up the piles of shirts covering your sketchbooks. You pulled one out and held it front of you, staring at the blue cover with a contemplative look. You stood back up and turned around, only to find Loki’s eyes directed in the area of your ass and his cock half-hard again.
“You are -”
“Insatiable, I know,” he laughed. “Only you can do this to me.”
“I doubt that,” you muttered as you climbed onto the bed. Loki’s hands suddenly grabbed your hips and flipped you over so his body was pressed on top of yours. Your eyes widened when you saw him glaring down at you. He bent his head over you so the only thing you could see in your field of vision were his dark, glowing eyes.
“Do you think I lie to you about this, little one?” Loki whispered, his words curt and sharp. “Do not doubt me, lest I need to punish you into compliance.”
“Yes, Master,” you whispered, nodding quickly. You felt yourself growing wet at the thought of being punished by Loki’s hand. There he went again, promising things that he had yet to give you.
A blush had grown along your cheeks, neck, and chest as Loki crawled off of you, murmuring a quiet and proud “good”. He collected your sketchbook and handed it towards you.
“Show me,” he said, his voice once again sincere and delicate. You sat up and took the book into your hands. You wanted to thank him for not just opening it when he had it grasped in his own hands. Perhaps he could see the depths of how much this concerned you to show him. Even now as you held the sketchbook, you wondered if you were brave enough to show this to Loki. He must have seen your concern, for his arm hooked around your waist and pulled you into his lap. His arms were tight around you as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Take your time, pet. I can wait.” He kissed your neck and smiled against your skin. “And hey, I promise again, I won’t laugh.”
There was something about his patience and his concern for your wellbeing that had you flipping open the cover of the book. Loki did not have to show so much interest in your work but he truly wanted to see this side of you - a side you had not revealed until now. With shaky fingers you flipped to the first drawing in the book and tilted it upwards so he could see.
It was a picture of Cooper sprawled out in a field of grass. He was on his back, his belly facing the sky and a dopey look on his face. His tongue was hanging out and his eyes were squinted from the sun. You had drawn this at a park near your old apartment on a particularly warm and sunny day. You did your best to capture the rays of sun in the simple pencil drawing, and looking at it now, you thought you did a somewhat decent job.
You waited quietly as Loki looked at the page, your breath still within your chest. You dared not to move, or else you feared it would snap him out of whatever trance he was in and make him realize the rather plainness of your work. You felt him shift ever so slightly and he exhaled softly.
“Darling, this is excellent,” he said.
You turned your head towards his to see him looking up at you with a bright grin. “You mean that?”
“Of course I do. Look at this!” Loki poked the page with his index finger. “I can feel this picture, pet. He’s happy here and you were happy drawing it. There’s a warmth that radiates from the page that you so perfectly managed to capture. You said you had cheap materials but darling, that does not matter. You have created pure and utter magnificence with such instruments.”
“You’re the first person to ever see this,” you admitted.
Loki’s grin softened. “Then I am most honored.”
“Three virginites,” you murmured. “You took three of my virginities now.”
“Sex, massages, and showing people your art,” Loki laughed. “You are one of a kind.”
“You spoil me,” you giggled. You paused and gripped the sketchbook a bit tighter. “Can I show you some more?”
Loki’s eyes lit up and he nodded. “Please. Please, I’d love that.”
You sat there for, well, you didn’t really know how long it was. You were caught up in the moment of freedom you felt of finally feeling confident enough to show someone your work. With every flip of the page, Loki would hum and ask you if he could just look at what you drew for a few seconds. He would ask you questions of what this piece was, why you drew it, and how you felt when you created it. And he listened. He listened so carefully, you were sure he could repeat every one of your words back to you. He asked questions, he took notes, he begged you for explanations. By the time you go to the back of the book, Loki was quiet.
“Your mind is incredible,” he said softly.
“More or less incredible than Bowie?” you teased, but Loki’s face remained serious.
“To me? More.” He leaned in and let his lips hover just above yours for a moment before pecking a chaste kiss on your lips. “You have a gift, little one.”
“Thank you,” you breathed out. “I’m glad you liked them.”
“I loved them.”
While he said it, he was looking into your eyes. The intensity within them drew shivers down your spine. You felt nervous, suddenly. It was like the world had come to a stop around the both of you, sealing you in this quiet globe of nonexistence and tenderness. Loki’s eyes fell to your lips and he slowly leaned in. You shut your eyes and brushed the tip of your nose against Loki’s. He was breathing slowly, you could feel it on your lips. Your breathing mingled and you decided to be the first to connect your mouths.
Loki’s lips were soft and smooth, tasting faintly like you from earlier. You turned in his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. Loki’s hands found your hips and he held you steady as you kissed him. Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling softly on his long locks. Loki moaned into your mouth and you drank it up, relishing in the taste of his noise.
“Pet,” he groaned as you tore your lips from his so you could kiss down his neck. His nails dug into your hips and he bared his neck to you. You kissed along the front of his neck, the sides, and even towards the back where his hair rested. Loki hissed as you licked over his pulse and up to his ear. You nibbled on his earlobe and felt his cock bounce against you. You subtly smiled against his warm skin.
“Yes, Master?” you asked, kissing him over and over again, not taking any breaks to catch your breath.
“That was some...passionate pillowtalk,” Loki gasped out. “I did not imagine we would get so deep. Talking about familial issues and forbidden dreams - ah, yes, my pet - I just wanted to know your favorite color.”
“And now what do you want?” you murmured into his neck. Loki’s hands dropped to your ass and he tugged you forward so your wet cunt rubbed along his hard shaft. You moaned into his ear, and felt his cock bob as you did.
“I want you to wrap that little hand around my cock and make me cum.”
You lifted your head from Loki’s shoulders and looked into his eyes. For once, you were a bit startled. His words were dominant, yes, but they were lacking the command they normally did. Usually, Loki would take what he wanted from you and he would demand it to be so. You loved it, you loved the pure strength he exerted over you. Now, however, there was a softness in his tone. One that asked, not told. And you found that as he whispered a gentle, “please”, you loved this just as much as the power.
“I adore you, Loki,” you whispered, the sound of it feeling so right to say, as you wrapped your hand around his cock. Loki groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure as you slowly worked your hand over his cock. You twisted your wrist, flicking your hand in a way that you learned he enjoyed. You went back to kissing his neck and appreciating how he slid his cock through your fist.
“Just hearing you say that is going to make me cum,” Loki admitted, his cheeks beginning to flush red. You simply hummed and pumped his shaft, enjoying the drops of precum that dribbled from his cock and over your fingers. You stopped kissing his neck for a moment and removed your hand from his cock. Loki looked up, a bit dazed and confused, until you lifted your hand to your mouth. You cleaned up the glassy drops of precum with your tongue, sighing the entire way through. Loki’s jaw dropped and he groaned. “I take it back. That is going to make me cum.”
“Why don’t you cum in a more suitable place, then?” you asked. You lifted yourself from his lap and pressed your hands to his chest. You pushed him backwards until he was laying on his back. Loki’s chest rose and fell deeply as you crawled down his body until your face was even with his cock.
“Are you going to suck my cock like a good little girl?” he asked, a knowing smirk on his face. You nodded happily as you wrapped your hand around his cock again and began pumping. His smirk faltered as a moan broke through him, his shoulders tensing ever so slightly. But you and your watchful eyes noticed.
“Yes, Master,” you whispered before diving down and taking the tip of his cock in your mouth. You moaned around him, sending pleasurable vibrations up through his spine. You sucked on his tip, drinking the precum that leaked from him. His cock was flushed an angry red color and hardened so drastically you were sure it was painful for him. You locked eyes with Loki, who was now perched up on one elbow watching you tease him. You winked as you took him further down your throat, rolling your fist over whatever you couldn’t take.
You had sucked Loki’s cock a few times but it was never in this position. It was more difficult than usual but you were in the mood to take your time with him. Loki didn’t seem like he was in any rush after all. You bobbed your head slowly, never taking your eyes off of Loki’s. His mouth was parted and his forehead was etched with focus lines as he watched you. One of his hands reached down towards you and landed on the back of your head. He didn’t force you down further, however. He simply cradled your skull.
“That’s my good girl. So good at sucking your Master’s cock,” Loki hissed as you gave a particularly hard suck. You popped off of him, pumping him still with your hand as you gave Loki a devious grin.
“I want you to cum down my throat, okay?” you asked. Loki nodded and his cock twitched in your hand. You eyed him and he chuckled, a flush covering his long neck.
“I cannot help my attraction to you, darling,” he said. “You turn me into a fumbling boy again.”
“Is it because you adore me?” You ran your lips up the underside of his cock, tracing his vein with your tongue. Loki cursed and bucked into your touch, though he restrained himself from moving too hard against you. You kissed along his cock, occasionally using your teeth to scrape against his shaft lightly.
“Yes, my sweet. I adore you. I think I adored you since the moment I appeared in this very room,” he admitted. You paused and blushed a bit. Quickly, you took his cock back in your mouth to avoid any sort of embarrassing confessions or unexpected revelations. You sucked him generously, never tearing your eyes from his.
Loki’s hand twitched at the back of your head, his nails scraping along your scalp ever so slightly. You hummed as you took him down further and further until the tip of your nose scraped his waist. Loki cursed and rolled his head backwards. His hand applied the slightest bit of pressure to your head and kept you there, holding you down on his cock. Your throat fluttered as you felt his cock pulsing in your mouth, his need to cum rather violent. You sucked the base of his cock, and with your free hand, you fondled his balls.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” Loki hissed. “You should suck my cock every fucking day. I’d keep you on your knees for me, mouth open and tongue out just waiting to take me in.”
You moaned and felt your cunt clench. He had said words like this to you before but now you knew that he actually meant it. He could put you through dark, wicked situations and enjoy it. You wouldn’t put it past him to demand a daily sucking of his cock. You pictured it for a moment - a snap of his fingers and you sinking to your knees. He wouldn’t even need to ask. Just that click of his fingers smacking together would be a signal enough for you to perform your duties.
It was such an erotic thought that you had to reach behind you and flick your clit with your fingers. Loki tilted his head to the side and watched you play with yourself as you lifted your head and began sucking his cock with long, quick dips of your mouth.
“Play with yourself. Just like that, baby. Show me how you play with your little cunt,” Loki whispered, his voice dripping with seduction. You whimpered around his cock at the sound of his luscious, deep voice and continued to swivel the pads of your fingers over your clit. Loki chuckled and bit his lip. “If there is one thing I’ve noticed about you, my sweet, it’s that my voice is an aphrodisiac for you. Is it not?”
“Mhmm,” you managed to hum around his cock, your eyelashes growing wet with tears. Loki cooed and stroked your cheek with his fingers, which turned into a pinch when you grabbed his balls a bit harder. He exhaled through his nose and gave you a heated look.
“Your mouth, your hands, your cunt - it’s all perfection, my dear. You make my knees tremble, my bones ache, my cock hard as a rock. I desire nothing more than to sink inside of you and watch you tremble. When you take my cock between your lips, I swear I can see each and every star of the universe - fuck, just like that. Deeper, little girl. Take me deeper,” Loki panted.
You dove down further and gagged on his length, tears leaking from your eyes. You wanted to please him, you wanted to hear more of his sinful words, and as you swept your fingers along your clit, you knew you would not last much longer. You begged him with your eyes to cum in your mouth, you wanted to feel him drip down your throat. Clearly, Loki understood. He grabbed your cheeks with both hands and helped you work over him.
“Good girl. Such a good girl. I’m going to cum in your mouth, baby. I want you to drink it all. Suck on me like I am the only being able to quench your thirst. Suck harder, take me deeper, let me cum in your mouth,” Loki groaned. His grip on you tightened and his hips bucked upwards. “After I cum in your mouth, you will ride my cock. I want to see you bounce on top of me, your beautiful ass grinding against me. I want to watch my cock slide in and out of your sweet, tight pussy and see my essence flow from you after I cum again. Don’t you want this, sweet? Don’t you? Make me cum and it will be yours, I swear it.”
You wanted that - you craved it. You imagined it and you knew you would be a goner. You did as he told you to. You sucked him harder, took him deeper, and dammit, you just wanted to make him cum. You couldn’t wait any longer to feel his cum spill down your throat. You bobbed your head quickly, played with Loki’s heavy sack a bit more, and felt his thighs tremble beneath you. And when his grip on your head tightened and held you still, you knew within moments he would cum.
And he did.
You drank it up, eagerly taking in every hot, milky spurt that shot into your mouth. You did your best to keep your eyes open, wanting Loki to see the thankfulness that you held as he came for you. You missed this - the taste of him, the scorching burn of his cum down your throat. You continued to swallow him until he stopped cumming, and only then did you pop off of his cock, lick your lips, and utter a quiet, “thank you, Master.”
“No, no. Thank you,” Loki said, still catching his breath. “You didn’t get to cum, didn’t you, darling?”
“No, Master.” You shook your head. Loki clicked his tongue and wrapped his hand around your arm. He pulled you upwards so your cunt was aligned with his cock. He was still hard - and really, that should not have surprised you considering the stamina he always held. He slid his cock between your wet lower lips.
“Then it’s time to make good on my promise. Sit up, ride me. Show me why I want you so badly,” Loki purred. Before you could sit up, Loki hooked a hand around the back of your neck and pressed a lingering kiss to your lips. Pulling back, Loki gave you an adoring smile. “My good girl.”
“I live to serve you, Loki,” you teased, running your hands up his chest. “Let me do so, Master. Let me make you feel so good. You deserve it.”
Loki moaned as you sat up straight, erecting your back. You grinded against him slowly, rocking your hips in a seductive, tempting manner. Loki licked his lips as he watched your cunt glide over his cock.
“Go on, baby. Put my cock inside of your delicious cunt. Guide me into you. Grip me like the hot, wet vise your pussy is. Milk my cock, use me, I’m yours, pet. You live to serve me but I live to please you. My cock is your instrument, play with it. Play with me. Ride me like the dirty, good girl you are. I want to see you put my cock inside of yourself. Lean back, let me watch,” Loki whispered, running the flat of his hand up your stomach.
Fuck, his voice was really going to kill you.
You leaned backwards, balancing yourself against his thigh. You traced the head of his cock around your hole before carefully inserting him inside of you. Loki moaned - perhaps the loudest moan you had ever heard him make - as he watched himself enter you. He craned his neck just to watch you as closely as he could.
“That is so fucking hot. Stay there for a moment. Let me look at this,” Loki said. His hand went from your stomach down to your cunt. His fingers traced your stretched out hole, catching your juices. You trembled as you held yourself up for his viewing pleasure. Loki brought his fingers back to his mouth and sucked on them, eyes shutting closed in pleasure. He slipped his fingers from his mouth and ran them back along your cunt again. “You must taste yourself. Your body leaks the sweetest nectar I have ever tasted. Open your mouth, pet.”
“Yes, Master,” you whispered before parting your lips. Loki reached up and you took his fingers into your mouth. You grabbed his wrist as you sucked his fingers. Subconsciously, your body began moving over his cock. You sank down further, swallowing his cock completely inside of your body.
Loki could not think of anything more attractive than this - your body atop of his, rocking slowly on his cock, as you sucked your own arousal from his fingers. He fucked upwards, hips bumping against yours as he attempted to get his cock as deep inside of you as possible. Your cunt was warm, flooding him with heat and lust. His eyes darkened as he gripped your hips tightly.
“Go on. Ride my cock. Worship me, pet. I am your god. Prove it,” Loki nearly growled.
You wanted to worship Loki. You wanted to give him back the energy he gave you. You lifted your hips upwards so only the tip of his cock remained inside of you. You swirled your hips around in a few circles before dropping back downwards. Loki grunted out a loud expletive - which made you feel rather proud of yourself, admittedly - before curling his lip upwards.
“Yes, just like that. Ride my cock, let’s go. Make me proud, kitten,” Loki groaned as you bounced yourself up and down on top of him. You pressed your hands to his thighs to help you balance as you lifted yourself up and dropped yourself down again quickly. You moaned out his name as you purposefully stretched out your body so he could get a good look at his cock inside of you.
“Loki, oh Loki. Loki, you make me feel so good. I love your fat cock. You fill me up so much, Master,” you moaned, looking down at Loki through hooded eyes. His hands slid around to your ass and he grabbed your cheeks eagerly. One hand removed itself from your ass and then, it came raining down on you. You jolted forward, your cunt clenching on his cock, as the sting from his spank ran through your backside.
“I can’t wait to spank you,” he admitted with a grin. “I’m going to blister your ass. It’ll be red for days. You won't be able to sit anywhere aside from my lap. Maybe I’ll purposefully make your ass sting unless you’re on my cock. That’ll keep you nice and full, won’t it? You’ll never want to get off of me. I’ll keep my cock in you for hours - fuck, I’ll keep it in you for days. Your pussy is so hot and slick, it’d keep my cock all warm.”
“Please, fuck, give me that. I w-want it,” you begged as you bounced on top of him, your body on complete display for his ogling.
“One day,” he whispered. “For now, keep riding me. Mmm, baby, your body is so sexy. Watching you is making me need to cum again already. But I bet you want that too, don’t you? I know how much you like being filled up with my cum.”
“Yes, Master. I love your cum,” you whimpered, stopping your bouncing in order to grind yourself back and forth. Your sore clit ached and you reached down to play with yourself. Loki’s eyes immediately locked with the motions of your fingers and you swore he began to drool.
“Touch yourself. Just like that, play with your little clit. Make yourself feel good on my cock,” Loki whispered. His hands grabbed your hips again and he rocked you back and forth over him.
Your eyes, though drooped and heavy, looked down at Loki with lust. Seeing this magical, nearly immortal being below you, drunk on the feeling of your pussy, felt empowering. You felt confidence surging within you as you picked up the pace of your movements. You wanted him to moan and squirm in the same way he made you feel. You threw yourself forward, placing a hand on his strong abdominals as you continued to bounce and play with yourself. Loki let your name fall from his lips as he watched you above him.
“Am I making you feel good, Master?” you asked, batting your eyelashes innocently.
Loki nodded, a quick gesture that had his hair shuffling around like a mess. “Yes, baby. You make me feel so good. You make me lose myself.”
“Lose yourself in me,” you sighed, shutting your eyes and taking your pleasure. Loki’s head fell backwards against the bed as you used his cock. He continued fucking up into you, the tip of his cock jabbing you perfectly. With every swipe of your fingers, you knew you were edging close to completion. You bit your lip as you scraped your nails down Loki’s stomach. His back arched and you grinned. “I want to cum.”
“Cum, then. I told you to use my cock to pleasure yourself. Do it,” he hissed. You rode him harder, faster, deeper, until you were a bumbling mess that couldn’t stop yourself from flinging over the edge. You came with a shout, your body literally shaking on Loki’s cock. He took back the sliver of control you stole from him and he held you down on his cock. He thrusted into you a few more times before he came. He released with a roar, your name the only sound filling the room - and perhaps, now that you considered it, the entire apartment complex. His cum shot inside of you and you eagerly soaked it in, not wanting a single drop to escape your body.
You fell forward onto Loki, your head resting on his chest. He slid his cock out and pressed his hand over your cunt, stopping any of his cum from leaving you. You shut your eyes and snuggled into him.
“I like your voice,” you mumbled.
Loki chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “I like your voice, too.”
You lifted your head and squinted. “Do you?”
“I do,” he said honestly. “I like when you talk to me and tell me stories. You have a very pretty voice.”
“No one has ever said that before,” you admitted with a blush on your cheeks. Loki cupped your face and craned his neck to kiss you. You melted into the kiss and rolled over so he was on top of you. Loki slotted himself between your legs as he caressed your waist with his free hand. When he pulled away, Loki rested his forehead against yours.
“You should hear compliments like this every day,” he murmured. “You deserve it. Your art, your voice, your personality, your mind, your looks - it is all beautiful. And I would be honored to tell you so.”
You didn’t want to start crying, but you did. It felt so relieving to hear someone compliment you. After being alone for so long without a lover or someone to at least show you affection, you needed to hear it, honestly. You wanted to know that you were wanted and desired, and Loki made you feel just that. He pulled you into his arms and hugged you, kissing away your tears until you were calm and sated.
“I needed that,” you said into his chest, rubbing your face against him. “You always know how to make me feel good.”
“In more ways than one,” he said cheekily. You burst out into laughter, tilting your head upwards so you could look at him. Laying here with Loki felt intimate, personal. You stretched up and kissed him quickly.
“Yes, you do,” you said, biting your lip. You looked away for a second before slowly dragging your eyes back to his. “Do you want to make me feel good again?”
“Already?” Loki nearly gasped. “You minx!”
“Hey! It’s not my fault you’re well endowed,” you giggled.
“Darling, it’s just like your art supplies. It doesn’t matter what you have, it matters how you use it,” he said with a wink. You rolled your eyes and reached for his cock, amused that he was already half-hard again.
“Luckily, what you have is perfect.”
“What I have is you. So, yes. What I have is perfect.”
You blushed and released his cock. You curled up to his chest as he folded his arms back behind his head. You drew shapes on his naked chest, filling the silent room with just the quiet scraping of your nail over his skin.
“Darling?”
“Yes, Loki?”
“What’s your favorite food?”
*
It was well past 1:00 in the morning when Loki practically stumbled out of your bedroom.
Though a pair of his black Asgardian relaxation pants hung low on his hips, he was naked otherwise. His torso was bare, his cock was sated, and an arrogant smirk was plastered onto his face.
Damn, it felt good to fuck you.
Loki had been inside of you for hours, fucking you through orgasm after orgasm. And every time he came, every time he had pulled out, you had pounced back onto him. It was after the fifth...no, perhaps the sixth orgasm, that you had rolled onto your hands and knees, presented your pussy to him, and begged for him to fuck you so hard that you passed out.
He did.
Really, you both just couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. Not that he was complaining. He took pride in knowing that you wanted him so desperately. Clearly, you knew he wanted you too. But Loki wondered if you knew just how much he wanted you - in every way, in every shape, in every form.
Well, you knew he wanted your cunt. That was enough, he supposed.
You had fallen asleep on your last orgasm, his cock still wedged inside of you. He had chuckled softly and slowly slid his cock out of you. Loki then took a moment to admire all of the cum that dripped out of your hole. You were well and truly spent, and he would embed that image of your swollen, raw, used pussy into every corner and crevice of his sharp mind.
Loki had tucked you in and kissed your forehead - something that was becoming a habit. He felt that familiar ache in his chest as he left your room, every part of him screaming at him to just get back into bed and hold you. Loki of Asgard was not a cuddler, but for you, he wanted to be. Reluctantly, he had left your room so he could try to sort out these magical flares again. The sooner he accomplished this, the sooner he could just relax with you.
Even though he had been inside of you for hours, he could not take his mind off of the thought of being with you again. Really, it was becoming concerning how much he wanted to stuff his cock into you but truly, he couldn’t help it. You were a drug to him. He had gotten his hit - several times, may he add - and he wanted more and more and more.
But the odd thing, Loki found, was that he wouldn’t mind not having sex if it meant he could talk to you. He was rather shocked at the depth of your pillowtalk tonight. He wasn’t expecting it - he just wanted to know your favorite color! Interestingly, you had coaxed information out of him that he kept under lock and key. No one on Asgard, nor in the Nine Realms, knew of the issues that lurked within Odin’s family. Well, no one except for you now.
There were still things he managed to keep hidden, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he probably didn’t mind telling you. But, no, it wasn’t the right time. He would wait a little longer before admitting his more personal secrets.
Loki strolled over to the couch, conjuring a glass of scotch from Midgard - he’d give your realm credit for the delicious drink, at least - as he sat down. Loki took a generous sip before leaning backwards, one arm stretched over the back of the couch. For a few moments, Loki sat there silently, spinning his drink in his glass. He wasn’t sure what would be awaiting him once he looked at these flares - if they were still there, of course - and he needed this moment of peace and relaxation. The ice in his drink clinked against the glass as he spun it, disturbing the contemplative silence he had created for himself.
“Alright, Midgard. What’s going on with your flares tonight?” Loki murmured to himself. He downed the rest of the Scotch before waving the glass into nonexistence.
Loki settled into the couch and placed his hands on his thighs. He faced his palms upwards until they were glowing a gentle, emerald green. Loki’s eyes sparkled the same color, illuminating the dark room. Just as he was about to shut his eyes, Loki heard a whimper. He turned his head and saw Cooper crouching near the end of the couch, shuffling nervously from paw to paw.
“Relax, I am tracking the flares. Go to sleep,” Loki murmured. He paused and flung the door open to your room with magic. “Go in, be with her.”
“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” Cooper quickly got up and ran into your room. Loki shut the door behind him with magic once more before returning his focus back to the matter at hand.
Loki shut his eyes and let his power surge. He reached out to where he had captured signatures of his presence before. Much to his annoyance, the flares were still there. Loki practically cursed and slammed his fist into his leg - which in hindsight, probably would have shattered his bone from the frustration he was feeling. The fact that the flares were still there had an anger so hot boiling inside of him that he was afraid of how it would be unleashed.
Fuck, and he called Odin the hothead?
Taking a deep breath, Loki let himself dive into the signatures. He searched through the minds of his worshippers, trying to pick up their wants and needs. As he looked further into them, Loki felt himself releasing a breath of air he didn’t know he was holding. Where anger once lived, relief came to blossom. The flares were still there but within them, his presence was not as strong. Some people’s prayers had ceased - they got what they wanted, or what they needed. So while the flares were still hovering over the general area, they were not sinking as deeply into the people as they were last night.
Loki slumped into the couch, his eyes opening and his hands releasing the magic they held. Quickly, he conjured another glass of scotch - whether that was a drink to celebrate or ease his nerves, he was not sure. Loki sipped from it and took a long sigh. His plan was working. The flares were going down - albeit slowly. The magic was still strong in certain spots, your workplace being one of them, but as long as he could reduce some of the power, he would feel better.
But, this just meant he needed to keep working and answering prayers. He couldn’t relax with you just yet. You would need to spend your nights alone in bed for now.
Loki regretted that more than he wanted to admit.
“Why the long face?”
“Fuck!” Loki jumped up and whipped out a dagger, swinging around and pointing it at the intruder. His drink spilled on the floor with a dull clatter. There, smiling in the doorway to the kitchen, was Thor. Loki rolled his eyes and tossed the dagger onto the couch. “You scared me, brother.”
“I can see that. Not something I manage to do often,” Thor chuckled.
“What are you doing here?” Loki asked, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. Loki looked up at his brother and squinted. His eyes weren’t the usual bright blue they normally were. In your dark apartment, they glowed gold - a sign he wasn’t actually here and was just using Heimdall’s gift.
“I came here to warn you, brother,” Thor said, stepping forward. His body shimmered and shifted as he walked through a lamp. “Have you gotten those magical pulses under control?”
“I’m getting there,” Loki grumbled. “I was able to whittle them down a bit but they are still present.”
“You must fix it, Loki,” Thor said slowly. “Father is...he’s rather unhappy.”
“When isn’t he?”
“Aye,” Thor chuckled. His face sobered and he cleared his meaty throat. “He is also keeping an eye on them. He warned me that if you should not fix it, he was going to step in. I was not to tell you this but...Loki, I couldn’t stand to see something happen to you or your mortal.”
Loki glanced over the room you were sleeping peacefully in. He frowned and turned back to Thor, his smooth face riddled with dark lines and shadows. “I am doing my best.”
“Brother, I know you can do this. You are the strongest sorcerer in the Nine Realms. Whatever is happening here, you can handle it,” Thor said, a large smile on his face. “What can I do to help? Is there anything?”
Loki pursed his lips and thought about this. “Just keep Odin at bay. And if you can, give him a reason to stay on Vanaheim. The longer his nose is stuck in the politics there, the busier he is and the more time I have to figure this out.”
“Will do.” Thor firmly nodded. “Say, did you find out what’s happening here?”
“Yes,” Loki sighed. “The people feel my presence and they’re just...they’re...well...Thor, they’re damn horny.”
Thor burst out into laughter, his hand gripping his gut as he bellowed out the jolly sound. “Brother! That’s hilarious!”
“It kind of is,” Loki snickered. “But my only issue is that it’s not me who is sending out the flares. Well, it is my magic but it is coming from her.”
“The mortal?” Thor asked with a lifted brow. “That’s interesting. I’ve never heard of a mortal sending out magic.”
“I do not think that is the case. I believe my...activities with her are causing my magic to cling to her. But I have worked out a plan. My followers feel neglected, subconsciously of course, making them beg for sex. I must divide my attention in the area. Therefore, they are satisfied and I can keep my pet at my side,” Loki explained, making himself another scotch. Talking about this made his throat dry. He took a sip and shook his head. “And before you ask, no, I will not leave her. She needs me.”
“I think you need her, actually,” Thor proposed. Loki gave his brother a sharp look but Thor just shrugged. “You’re different, Loki. You’re protective and possessive of her, but not in a way that an owner is. You see her in a strong light, one of admiration and love.”
Loki rolled his eyes. “Alright, time for you to go.”
“I mean it. I’ve been all around the universe. I know a twinkling eye when I see one,” Thor said, waving a hand around.
“Good for you,” Loki griped.
Thor turned to where Loki was once looking, and though the image of the room was a mirage for him, he pointed to your door. “Is she in there?”
“Yes,” Loki said, putting his body between the door and Thor. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his brother. In fact, if Loki had to trust your safety with anyone other than him, Thor would be his first choice. He knew Thor would protect you. But something in him felt possessive over you, especially since you were sleeping nude with his cum still on you only a few feet away from all of this.
“May I meet her?” Thor asked. “I can allow her to see me. I just need to consult Heimdall and -”
“No,” Loki growled, his hands balled into fists. “You cannot.”
“Why?” Thor asked, tilting his head. Loki gave him a dark look that challenged him to defy his orders. It made Thor feel rather nervous. He had never seen his brother so protective over anyone. It only confirmed his suspicions. Thor sighed and lifted up his hands defensively. “Okay, I understand.”
“Thor, I trust you. I love you and I know you would not do anything brash,” Loki explained, running his hand through his hair. “She is just resting and I do not wish to disturb her. It’s been an...energetic night.”
“Has it been?” Thor wiggled his eyebrows, a humorous laughter coming from the depths of his chest.
Loki rolled his eyes. “Yes, now get out of here. I need to concentrate and answer some prayers.”
Thor grinned and shook his head with amusement. “Be well, brother. I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too, you unbearable oaf,” Loki said, wishing he could hug his brother and gain some sense of security. Thor looked up at the ceiling, ready for Heimdall to absorb his essence once again before Loki put a hand up. “Ah, Thor?”
“Yes, Loki?”
“Do me a favor and tone down your storms on Midgard,” Loki said. “There was a bad one last night and it scared her rather badly. I know it wasn’t you directly but if you could just ease them down, at least in the area, it would be well appreciated.”
Thor looked at Loki knowingly. “So that’s why you’re shirtless and she’s resting? Aided in some comfort, did you?”
“Get out.”
“The God of Sex is a panther! Bye, then, brother!”
Thor disappeared, his form shimmering towards the ceiling and dispersing in a shower of gold sparkles. Loki rolled his eyes and walked back to the couch, settling as deep in as he could go. He looked into his drink and grimaced.
“Well, we’re in for a long night, aren’t we?” Loki spoke to his drink, feeling only slightly ridiculous.
For the next few hours, Loki sat on your couch and answered prayers, knowing that if he could not quell the pulses soon, it would not be the magic that would hurt you.
It would be Odin.
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Chapter 13: The Art Of Getting Choked - And Not Even In The Kinky Way
Summary:
Vacation with Loki has been absolute bliss so far. That is, until you wake him up and he tries to kill you. Perhaps you should have used an alarm clock.
Notes:
Happy Friday everyone!! This chapter is gonna bring on the feels, so buckle up and get ready!! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
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Chapter Text
If someone asked you just over a week ago what you would be doing on your ideal vacation, you would probably say something along the lines of relaxing on a beach, maybe doing some rare guilt-free shopping, or perhaps even taking a stroll through the halls of an art museum. You would say these activities because the last thing you would ever expect to be doing on a vacation involved being repeatedly mounted by the God of Mischief and Sex.
Not that you were complaining.
Before you lost your virginity to Loki, you wouldn’t be able to say having sex was really anything on your priority list. Of course, you had called out to him on that fateful Friday night so you could find someone to lose your virginity to - though you didn’t expect that person to be Loki, of all people. But both of you knew that really, it wasn’t about having sex. You wanted to feel wanted, and you felt sex was the key to that. It definitely helped.
Now, however, sex was all you wanted. You couldn’t keep your hands off of Loki. He could just be sitting there, recovering from his latest orgasm, and you would already be climbing into his lap. And it always followed the same pattern - you would give him that sultry look, he would smirk, and nearly moments later his cock would slip inside of you.
Sometimes it took more than a few moments. Sometimes he made you wait. You didn’t like those times.
You could handle a bit of teasing but Loki, you decided, was the king of having sexual patience. He could keep you on edge for what felt like hours and he thrived off of it. There was always a constant look of satisfaction on his face during those times, and you always cursed and swore to him that the moment he let you cum, you would strangle him.
You never did, but the threat was enough to make him chuckle at least.
But when you weren’t having sex, you were doing what Loki said you would be doing otherwise: talking. You two talked a lot and there never seemed to be an exact pattern as to what was discussed. You went from discussing music to art to tipping at restaurants - which Loki didn’t understand one bit because, quote, “darling, why am I paying them extra because their boss won’t grant them a proper living wage? That is a crime! If I ruled Midgard, I’d abolish capitalism, I think” - to self-serve frozen yogurt. When you talked about that particular frozen dessert, Loki was able to calculate exactly how many combinations of flavors and toppings one could possibly make. It was somewhere in the millions, and as he did the math in head, you just stared at him in awe. That was becoming a little habitual.
The more you and Loki spoke outside of the bedroom - though, sometimes it was within the bedroom, you were rapidly becoming a sucker for pillow talk - the more you were seeing him for any other man. Albeit, this man was all-powerful, nearly immortal, and reigned over the carnal pleasures of humanity as well as the devious wickedness of the world, but he was still just a man. He had wants and needs, aches and pains, flaws and fractures that made up who he was. He was someone who knew war, who knew peace, who knew strength, who knew stability. He was a man who had walked these realms for a thousand years, and would walk them for thousands more. He was someone who could manipulate magic, create something from nothing, and told stories of how he became the most powerful sorcerer to ever exist.
But more than that, he was Loki. He was someone who hated mint but loved chocolate. He laughed at corny jokes and listened to songs ten times on repeat just because he enjoyed the way a single note had been sung. He listened intently, always nodding his head or narrowing his eyes, and he always thought before speaking. He got angry when you bit your lip and happy when you rested your head on his shoulder. He loved kissing the top of your head and perhaps loved it even more when you kissed the top of his - when you could reach it, that is. He was a pop-culture fanatic, a history buff, and an astronomy nerd. He likes his eggs well done and his steak still bleeding. He liked using magic for literally everything except taking your clothes off - he said he liked watching your skin slowly become revealed from underneath the layers of fabric you wore.
And really, he was making it damn hard not to fall for him.
Because the truth was it had been just over a week of knowing him, and that feeling of adoration lingered in your heart, but something more was there - something you couldn’t explain. It was affection, admiration, passion. It was...something. Something you had not felt before. Something that you believed only existed in romance novels and fairy tales. You blamed it on the amount of physical validation you were receiving practically every hour on the hour.
That was how the first few days of your vacation went: fucking, talking, falling.
But there was one thing that didn’t seem right.
Loki wasn’t acting like he normally did. He was still suave, charming, and attentive. He still centered in on you in bed like you were the only person who existed. But there were times where it seemed like his mind was elsewhere. It was in the quiet moments where you two would be reading books while lounging across from each other on the couch or you were petting Cooper while sitting between Loki’s legs. It was relaxing, and you could tell he was pleased, but there was something that was distracting him.
It terrified you.
In those quieter moments, his eyes would be glazed and narrowed. You could tell he was focusing on something. Often times, you’d let him sit there and mull through whatever was going on in his head. Other times, you would cup his cheek and turn his head towards you. The moment his eyes met yours, he’d soften and relax into your touch, those odd looks disappearing for the next few hours.
But they returned. They always returned.
You would see that haunted look right before you fell asleep. Loki would always lean over you and stroke your hair, your cheek, your arm. You had begged him to stay with you, and every time you did, he would turn away from you.
“I cannot,” he would whisper. “I must answer prayers.”
You assumed that the prayers had something to do with the stress in his face. You hated seeing him like this and you wondered if there was anything you could do to make him feel better. But before you could ever ask, he would kiss you and send you off to sleep as he left the room.
Loki would stay out in your living room all night, and when you left your room in the morning, he was already awake. He would lock eyes with you and you would be quickly pinned beneath him, his cock sliding inside of you.
“I missed you,” he would grunt in your ear as his cock slammed into it. “It’s been such a long night without you.”
You gladly accepted the brutal fucking. It helped him relieve the stress that had built up from whatever he was doing. After he came inside of you - which he always did, much to your excitement - you found yourself wishing he would tell you whatever was on his mind. Why had it been such a long night and why was each night so hard for him? But he never talked about it. He never told you what was happening during the evening hours that he spent alone. He only gave you his body.
The dams began breaking a few days after your vacation had begun. It was Wednesday morning and the sun was slotting through your raggedy curtains with a particularly strong brightness. You peeled your eyelids open and immediately flung yourself onto your side, resting your hand on the bare bed beside you. You knew Loki left your room last night, but a piece of you wished that when you woke up, he would still be here.
Though, you were wearing his shirt. At least he had given you the courtesy of being able to sleep in that every night. It wasn’t anything compared to his arms, but at least it offered some sort of comfort and reassurance of his care for you.
His adoration for you.
After getting up and performing your usual morning ritual, you stumbled out of your room. You paused there, taking in the realization that there was nothing happening. Cooper wasn’t bustling about, Loki wasn’t cooking, nor were any sounds filling your apartment. It had been a solid fifteen seconds since you left your room and at this point, Loki’s mouth would have normally already been pressed to yours.
“Loki? Are you here?” you asked in a whisper, unsure of why you were trying to be so quiet. You walked into the kitchen, completely skipping past the living room. The kitchen was silent and still as clean as it was the night prior. No pots, pans, or utensils indicated that anyone had occupied the space this morning. A pit formed in your stomach as you turned and went to run back into the living room. You were set on heading back to your room and calling for Loki but something out of the corner of your eye made you stop moving.
Loki was here and he was passed out on your couch.
You stood in the doorway as you took in the image in your living room. Loki was lying on the couch, his body heavy and lazy with sleep. His eyes were closed and a peaceful, calm look was brushed over his elegant features. Those deep, sooty eyelashes were casting long shadows over his sharp cheekbones and his hair hung loose around his face, draping his features like a black blanket. Even with his hair down, you could still see the bruises you left blossoming all over his neck during these past few days. It had been rather difficult to leave them. They always seemed to disappear faster than you could leave them - though, you just considered that a reason to kiss and nip at Loki’s long, pale neck even more. Cooper was curled up on the ground, his wet nose buried between his fat paws. You watched the two of them - your two boys, really - and shook your head playfully.
You could get used to this sight.
You crept over to Loki, trying to keep your footsteps as light and delicate as possible. You eyed his handsome, sleepy face and tried to repress the smile that threatened to grow on your face. When you reached his side, you bent over and took in the complex beauty of his features. Briefly, you thought about waking him up with a kiss like he was Sleeping Beauty. You pressed your hand to your mouth to stop the giggles that were bubbling from your lips. After calming down, you let your hand fall to his arm.
You wondered if you should even wake him up. He looked so serene, and even though the couch was far too small for his tremendous stature, there was an easy sort of comfort that was held in his body. It was the same sort of relaxation you saw after he came, his muscles releasing all sense of tension. His face, so wrapped up in divine pleasure, was the definition of ease.
Originally, you didn’t want to wake him up. But now you were thinking about his face when he came and, well, your plans had changed.
You pressed your hand harder to his shoulder and shook him ever so slightly. “Loki? Hey, wake -”
Loki’s eyes flew open and his hand sprung out. He wrapped it around your throat and growled, throwing you to the ground. You gasped, your own hands reaching up to grab his hand. Your legs flailed as he landed on top of you, his legs bracketing your hips. Loki’s other hand conjured a dagger and he held it above his head. His eyes were wild, nearly glowing with rage as he bared his teeth at you. You squirmed and whimpered as his hand tightened around your throat.
“L-Loki…?” you squeaked, clawing at his hand. His grip locked onto your tighter, his thumb resting directly over your windpipe. The air was quickly leaving your body, as was the fight you were putting up. There was a growl coming from behind Loki and you flicked your eyes over to where it was coming. The commotion had woken Cooper up and he was currently prowling towards Loki, his tail puffed up in anger. As Cooper crawled closer, his dark eyes glaring at Loki, you squirmed a bit more aggressively. “Loki, please...it’s me…”
Loki blinked a few times and the threatening look on his face faded away. His eyes were filled with recognition and he gasped, his hand opening and letting his knife fall to the floor. It landed beside you with a clatter and you jumped nervously. Loki retracted his hand from around your neck and held it to his chest defensively.
“Pet? What…” Loki trailed off, his eyes landing on his recoiled hand. You sighed and let your head fall back against the floor, taking a generous deep breath. He pressed his lips into a tight line and looked away sheepishly. “I apologize for that.”
“What happened?” you asked. You tentatively reached forward and stroked your hand up Loki’s leg. It seemed that your touch reminded him that he was on top of you - and not in a way that either of you had planned - and he immediately climbed off. He sat on the floor, his back resting against the couch. Loki opened his mouth to speak but before he could, Cooper lunged forward and bit his hand.
“Fuck!” Loki shouted, tugging his hand from Cooper’s mouth. Blood splattered from Loki’s hand as Cooper’s sharp teeth were dislodged from it. Your dog continued to growl as he crawled towards you. When Cooper reached you, he whimpered and licked all over your face, then pressed his nose to your neck. Loki held his bleeding hand and watched as Cooper examined you, a haunted look on his face. When Cooper dug his nose out from your neck, he turned back to Loki and growled. Loki rolled his eyes and huffed. “I was trying to explain until you did this!”
Loki waved his hand in the air and you swore a look of pride flashed over Cooper’s face. Your dog sat down directly in front of you, forming a barrier between you and Loki. You rested your hand on Cooper’s back and pet him softly.
“Is he going to let you explain now?” you asked, a hint of teasing in your voice. Loki smiled a bit as he waved some green magic over his hand. You watched as his blood vanished and his broken skin reformed and sealed itself clean. You let out an unintentional noise of interest and grinned. “That’s neat.”
“Alright, I will admit that trick is neat,” Loki chuckled, still staring at his hand.
“Do you...do you heal the bruises I give you?” you asked, gesturing your finger to your neck.
“No,” Loki said. He looked up at you, past Cooper’s still simmering gaze, and into your eyes. The look he gave you was soft, longing, and all you wanted to do was curl up in his arms. Loki rubbed his neck with his hand and chuckled slightly. “No, I don't. I just heal very quickly.”
“Sounds like a challenge,” you said with a wink. Loki snorted but nodded anyway, his laughter a calming, resonant sound that you wanted to absorb in your mind forever. You bit your lip and looked down at Cooper’s tail. “So, uh, want to talk about it?”
“Talk about what?”
“You attacking me.”
“Oh.”
Loki was silent for a few moments, his eyes having fallen to the floor. They held that familiar darkness that had lurked in them recently. You sat there patiently, waiting for him to speak. Clearly, whatever happened came from a deep place within him. You would spend the entire day waiting for him to tell you why he did what he did.
“I don’t really want to burden you with it,” he said suddenly, still not looking at you. “Perhaps now is not the best time.”
“Loki…” you sighed. “You told me that during this vacation, we’d get to know each other. I understand if you don’t want to talk about it but we should at some point.”
“I don’t want you to be afraid of me,” he whispered.
“I’m not.” And it was true. As you said those words, you realized something a bit drastic. When he was on top of you, hand around your throat and dagger in the air, you weren’t scared. Confused and startled - yes. But scared, no. You trusted Loki, you always had, but it really hit you in that moment how deeply you trusted him. You smiled at Loki softly, compassion in your eyes. “How could I be afraid of someone who is so willing to protect me...someone I adore?”
And then, he looked up.
There was some sort of emotion on his face - one you couldn’t place. His lips were parted in quiet shock as he stared at you. That lean body became less stiff as he examined you in intense detail. Loki licked his lips and he nodded curtly.
“Can you tell me what you know about Jotunheim?” Loki asked, a hesitancy in his voice.
“Jotunheim?” Loki nodded. You pursed your lips and tried to remember the tales that were told to you about the foreign realm. You scratched your chin and looked into space. “Well, I know it's where the Frost Giants live. It’s an icy planet, really cold. Kind of like Alaska but on steroids.”
“Of course it is,” Loki snorted. “Right, what can you tell me about the Frost Giants, though?”
“They’re tall and blue,” you said with a shrug.
“That’s it?” Loki asked, his jaw a bit slack. You turned back to him and nodded. The look in his eyes was tentative, full of disbelief. Loki shut his mouth and hummed. “Interesting. So are there no tales of violence or war or...or anything?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” you said. “Should there be?”
“No, I...I suppose not…” Loki trailed off, his eyes falling to the floor again.
“Why?” you asked.
“Nothing. Midgard is far more removed from the rest of the realms than I thought.” Loki was picking at a piece of dry skin beside his nail and you smiled softly at his nervous tick. For some reason, the little gesture made him seem more real to you. Though, just like he pulled your lip from your teeth when you nibbled on it, you had the same urge to take his hand in yours and kiss his finger.
“So what does Jotunheim have to do with all of this?” You spun your finger in a circle as if to motion to the events that had just happened.
Loki was quiet, so quiet, you almost didn’t hear him.
“Someone tried to assassinate me when I was younger,” Loki murmured, his face shifting to cold and hard. Your smile fell from your face, a look of disturbance and hurt covering your features. There were tears in Loki’s eyes that he quickly blinked away.
“What?” you whispered. It was the only reaction you could think of. Whatever you were expecting Loki to say, it certainly was not that.
“Yeah. I was rather young. In human years, it would equate to, eh, fourteen? Something like that,” Loki said.
“Why would anyone do that?” you gasped, your hand still on Cooper’s back. Even the dog had shut his mouth, his body completely motionless as he stared at Loki.
“Well, it’s a bit of a complicated story.” Loki settled back against the couch, his eyes drifting to some empty space in front of him. “You see, I’m not really Asgardian. Not fully, at least. I was actually adopted into Odin’s royal household. My mother Frigga is not actually my mother. She’s my aunt. I’m her sister’s son. Her sister gave me to Frigga and I was raised in Odin’s household.”
“I didn’t know that,” you mumbled. “We...we were never taught that.”
“That’s because not many people know,” Loki said, nodding slowly.
“When did you find out?” you asked. Loki looked down at his hand as he scratched at the dry skin beside his nail. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he took a few deep breaths. This was hard for Loki to talk about and you were afraid if you shifted at all, he would retract into his shell and not tell you the rest of the story.
“Frigga told me when I was young. She told me who I was and where I was from. She knew I was different and she did not want that to affect me growing up. She told Thor shortly after that as well. Everyone in the family was in the know and things were decent. Thor did not treat me any differently and even though by technicality, he is my cousin, he always felt just like a brother to me,” Loki said with a small smile on his face. “To him, I am his brother. It is as simple as that.”
“Can I meet him one day?” you asked suddenly. Loki looked at you from the corner of his watery eyes. You shrunk back a bit. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I can just tell you really love him and it’d be nice to meet him.”
“Of course you can, little one,” Loki said, reaching forward and patting your knee. Cooper growled slightly but you pinched his tail, silencing the grumpy dog. Loki glared at Cooper but retracted his hand in understanding.
“Back to the uh, the uh…” you stuttered.
“Assassination.”
“Yeah.”
Loki leaned further back against the couch. “I thought everything was fine in the family but as I got older, I began noticing some changes. Odin was placing his trust in Thor more. I didn’t want to believe it was because I was adopted but the facts were there. Even Thor saw it. Thor got the throne, his temple erected, less severe punishments. I was not angry with Thor for it, I was angry at Odin. Why was I being treated differently? And as I grew, I realized I was right. Odin did not trust me because of who I was.
“Apparently, he was not the only one. As I said, only a few people knew the truth about my adoption. It was kept pretty quiet. Well, one day, one of the guards found out and immediately started spreading the word. Not many believed him but a few did considering his position within the palace. And that few was enough…”
You stared at Loki as fresh tears soaked in his eyes. Even Cooper was whimpering at the sight. Still, Loki did not acknowledge the tears in his eyes. He licked his lips and tried to smile, though you could see it was all a farce.
“A couple of people snuck into the palace one night. They were disgusted by me and during the darkest time of night, they managed to get into my chambers. I was asleep when one of them climbed onto me. They put their blade to my throat and I woke just as they were about to kill me. I was able to get them off of me and I...well, I killed them,” Loki whispered. “It was the first time I ever killed someone.”
“Oh my gosh,” you said softly. “You were so young.”
“Which is why it disturbs me even more that they tried to kill me. I was a child, pet. A child.” The tears were now flowing down Loki’s cheeks. He scrubbed them away with the heel of his hand but they continued to run down his face. He let out a sob, then a laugh, then another sob. “It’s affected me to this day. I rarely sleep, and when I do, it’s with the knowledge that someone could be trying to kill me when I wake up. Do you remember when I told you Thor protected me after everything? That was the everything. He made sure to keep an extra watchful eye on me once the rumors began to spread. And when he discovered I had almost been assassinated, I am pretty sure he would have set the realm on fire. If I had not killed those men, he certainly would have. He always looked after me and I knew as long as I was by his side, nothing could happen to me. It just pains me that I even needed to worry about something happening to me in the first place - and at such a young age, nonetheless. Children should not have to fear being murdered. Anyway, that is why I attacked you when you woke me up. I felt your hand on me and my subconscious tossed me back into the place where death and destruction of my person exists. I could not help it and I am sorry for that.”
“No, I am so sorry, Loki. I’m not upset that you attacked me and I’m really thankful that you told me all of this.” You reached forward and rested your hand on Loki’s leg. Cooper got up and walked over to Loki. He laid down and rested his head on Loki’s thigh, nuzzling into him. Loki placed his hand over yours and squeezed it.
“It is okay,” he sighed.
“Loki? The people who tried to kill you...were they Frost Giants?” you asked, your mind recalling your brief conversation about Jotunheim. Loki stilled and removed his hand from yours. He looked into your eyes and ignored the tears on his face.
“No. They were not Frost Giants,” he uttered firmly. “I am.”
Your eyes widened and your lips parted. “You? You’re a Frost Giant?”
“Yes,” he said. “My real mother was half Vanir, half Asgardian. She fell in love with a Frost Giant and they had me. My mother grew sick and since I was not fully Jotun, I could not survive the temperatures of the ice realm, therefore she gave me to Frigga. So while I am technically Vanir, Asgardian, and Jotun, it is the latter that terrifies Asgardians.”
“But why?” you asked, shaking your head. “Why would that terrify them?”
“Because Asgard has a long history with Jotunheim. There used to be war and conflict, but those are events that have not happened in centuries. Still, the bias lasts. Most Asgardians are fine with the Jotuns now but there are still some radicals that cannot fathom the idea of the Frost Giants,” Loki hissed. “I fear Odin is one of them. His father fought in the wars against the Jotuns, therefore he carries that hatred deep in his heart without realizing it. That is why he does not trust me. He knows that a third of me is the enemy - his enemy, his father’s enemy. He cannot trust an enemy. I know a part of him cares for me but that is only because Frigga made him care for me. If it were up to him, I would have never been allowed to be taken in. Frigga’s golden heart made him soft for a few moments and she took advantage of that. I cannot thank her enough.
“Pet, let me state that I am fine with being a Frost Giant. It took a lot of getting used to but it is who I am. Those I love most accept me therefore I can accept me. But those few who do not, the few who want me dead, make me believe that there is a fault in me. That I have done something, been something, that is offensive. Something worthy of hatred,” Loki said, wiping his cheeks again.
You sat there silently, tears welling in your own eyes. You couldn’t stand to see him this way. All the pain that you had witnessed in his face these past few days was there but it was explosive now. He was facing demons that you feared he had not faced since the day his assassin held a knife to his neck. You weren’t sure what to do. This was heavy stuff. But as you looked at the man sitting against your couch, you knew that nothing had changed. You didn’t see him any differently. He was still Loki, no matter what came together to make him that way.
You slid over to him, your knees pressed to the floor. Loki looked up at you and you squeezed his leg. “Can I?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
You climbed onto his lap and warped one arm around his neck. Carefully, you lifted his hand and kissed the tips of his fingers where he had been picking at the dry skin. Once you kissed each of his long fingers, you placed his hand back down and rested your head on his shoulder. Loki’s arms were limp at his side for a few moments before they slowly came up to wrap around your waist. You played with the hair at the back of his neck before sighing.
“I am so sorry that this has been your life,” you said into his shirt. “You didn’t deserve to be put second and I’m sorry Odin doesn’t trust you because of his own issues. But please remember how valuable you are. It doesn’t matter if you’re Vanir, Asgardian, Jotun...hell, it wouldn’t even matter if you were from Earth or Alfheim or any of the other realms, you’re amazing just the way you are. You are worthy of protection and care. You are worthy of trust. Loki…” you lifted your head up and looked him in the eyes. “You are worthy of love.”
“Love,” he whispered, reaching up to cup your face. “I am not the monsters from my grandfather’s stories, pet. I know I am not. I just wish others saw me that way, too.”
“I can’t speak for others but you are not a monster to me,” you said, tightening your grip on his neck. “I haven’t heard these stories but that doesn’t matter. You weren’t the one in them. You are you, not anyone else. You’re someone who I’d be proud to be seen with and call my Master. You make me so happy, Loki. Hell, if my family were still...”
“What is it, little one?” Loki asked softly, his dark brows knitted together with concern. You didn’t mean to say that last part, but you had already let it go. After everything Loki had confessed to you, it didn’t feel right keeping secrets from him any longer. You smiled and brushed some of his hair away from his face.
“You asked me why I live here all alone. Well, it’s because I have no one,” you explained, keeping your eyes focused on the few strands of Loki’s hair you kept playing with. “I grew up without a father. My mom never told me what happened to him until I got older. Apparently he left. They were both young when they had me...accidentally, so it made sense. She raised me by herself and she did a good job. But around when I went to college, she met someone. I was happy for her, really I was. I didn’t like the guy though and I tried to tell her that but she was so happy. I could see the youth in her that she didn’t get to have. But that youth also came with immaturity. She started treating me like a friend instead of like a daughter. I grew resentful of that guy for taking my mother away from me so we just sort of drifted apart. She hasn’t checked in but to be fair, neither have I. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom and she was a great mother, but our relationship isn’t really there anymore. I’m sure if I saw her, everything would be fine. For now, though, she’s like an old friend that I grew apart from.”
“My sweet,” Loki murmured. “I am so sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize, Loki,” you said with a smile. “For the first time since that all happened with my mom, I’m happy. I’m here with you and I’m so happy.”
“My sweet girl, you are such a bright light in my life.” Loki’s eyes fell down to your lips and he smiled weakly. “How do we always manage to tear the deep stuff from each other?”
“I have no idea but thank you for telling me.” You placed a finger under Loki’s chin and pushed his face up gently so he was looking at you. “I mean it. Thank you. I promise I won’t tell anyone and if you’re ever asleep, I’ll wait until you wake up to approach you. And if there’s anything I can do to make you feel safer here, I’ll do it.”
Cooper huffed behind you and you had the faintest idea that he was saying he agreed. Loki looked down at Cooper and scratched the dog’s head. Cooper licked Loki’s hand and stood. He pressed a sloppy kiss to Loki’s cheek before lumbering out of the room. When Cooper reached your room, he looked over his shoulder and you swore he winked. Loki chuckled and pulled you closer, keeping your body flush against his.
“Thank you for telling me of your family. Your faith in me is so strong. I do not think I am worthy of it, but I swear I will protect that trust with every fiber of my being,” Loki whispered, his face buried in your chest. “To be honest, I do not know what I’d do without you, pet.”
You stroked his hair and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Me neither.”
You held Loki like that for a long time - his face pressed into your breasts and his arms wound around your waist. He began crying again at one point and you continued to hold him, running your fingers through his hair. This pain, this sadness, was so obscure for Loki and it concerned you. You hated hearing him cry but you knew he needed this. He was letting go of something held in his chest for so long. And it honored you that he was telling you. He was trusting you with his secrets, his loneliness, his hatred. He was confiding in you. You held him tighter and buried your face in the top of his head.
You would never let him go.
Not after today, you couldn’t. Because as you held him on the floor and comforted his cries, you knew that the adoration you felt for him was so strong, so passionate, it was something far beyond that. It was deep and passionate and romantic. You wanted to shield Loki from every evil of this world and the next. You couldn’t stand to see him in pain and it was that realization that had you winded. You felt such powerful things for the god underneath you. You weren’t just fucking him anymore. You were talking to him, growing with him, learning with him. He was discovering parts of you that you did not know existed, and you were unveiling parts of him that he was afraid to admit. You told him about your private dreams, your secret wishes, and he told you about the scars on his heart and the shattering structure of his family. There was no turning back from the bond you had formed.
At some point, and you weren’t sure when it happened, Loki looked up at you. His eyes were red but his cheeks had dried. You ran your fingers along his face and traced the edges, bumps, and curves he owned. His eyes fluttered shut and he nearly purred beneath you. He nuzzled into your touch and relaxed. His body was pliant and easy, molding against your hand like it was meant to be there. Loki opened his eyes and looked up at you with an innocence you did not know he could possess.
“Little one,” Loki whispered. “You are...everything to me. I truly appreciate your kindness in this. And if I may say so, I am so happy that I chose to visit you that night you prayed to me. It was perhaps the best decision of my life.”
“I’m glad I sucked up my pride and prayed to you that night,” you said with a giggle. “I still think I was a little pathetic.”
“Not pathetic, just desperate.” Loki winked playfully.
“Still doesn’t sound much better, even now,” you laughed, shaking your head. Loki’s body rumbled underneath you with laughter and it pleased you to see a joy in him once again. He pressed a kiss to the center of your chest before turning his head up to look at you. The humor on his face glazed over into an unconditional softness.
“My darling. My beautiful darling,” Loki murmured. He reached up and stroked your hair away from your face. “May I...I mean, I would understand if you didn’t want to but...but I would really like to...you know…”
You had never seen Loki stutter. Your stomach ached with nerves as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say. You watched his eyes flit around before they stilled and settled on your mouth.
“May I make love to you, sweetling?” Loki asked, his voice gentle and caring. “You have given me the gift of your ear and your trust today. I would like to lavish you in return and show you just how much your trust means to me.”
Your heart fluttered in your chest at the beautiful look in Loki’s eyes. His face was soft and endearing, begging you to let him have you in the way he wanted. It was something neither of you had done with each other. Your couplings were typically fast, hard, and rough. Occasionally, his thrusts would slip into something a bit more tender and intimate, but he always came back to the roughness. You loved that type of sex, but the more you thought about his proposal, the more you wanted what he was putting on the table. Loki shifted beneath you and you knew he was getting anxious from your silence. You smiled and nodded.
“I’d love that, Loki,” you whispered, pushing yourself closer to him. “Please...please, take me.”
“Oh, pet. You’re such a good girl. My good, good girl,” Loki murmured before pulling you down and pressing his lips to yours. He kissed you patiently, one hand gripping your hip and the other cupping your neck. Your breasts pressed against Loki as his lips moved against your sensually, teasing you with his tongue. You parted your lips and accepted him in as his large hands fell to your ass. He rocked you slowly over his crotch and you could quickly feel his cock hardening beneath you.
You pulled your lips away from Loki’s for just long enough to shuck the white t-shirt he was wearing over his head and onto the floor. You connected your lips once again and set about exploring his chest and abdomen. His hard muscles twitched under your fingertips. He moaned into your mouth as your nails scraped over his chest. Loki moved his mouth to your jawline, kissing along the curve of your jaw and down your neck.
“You’re so beautiful,” Loki said into your neck, his teeth scraping your skin. His hands walked up to the back of your neck, and with a hard tear, his shirt fell into pieces around you. You gasped as the material of his shirt floated to the floor. Loki laughed and cupped your neck. “I'll conjure up a new one for you. Now kiss me again.”
“You better. I like wearing your shirt,” you chuckled before sealing your lips to his. There was a bit more passion in this kiss, though Loki ensured the pace remained slow and unbothered. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do, no one to see. It was just you and Loki sitting on the floor, wrapped up in one another. You could afford to go slow.
You learned in that moment that kissing Loki like this was one of your favorite things to do. You could truly feel him, taste him, savor him. You could discover parts of his body that you were almost too timid to explore before. His hips continued to gyrate, causing your core to grow wet and warm. You were only wearing panties now and you were a bit angered at the thin material for separating you from Loki. His pants were still on, and although they were flimsy - you learned that silk was one of his favorite materials - you still wanted them off. You needed those damn pants to come off.
You let your hands fall to the waistband of his pants. Scooting yourself back just a bit, you reached into his pants and pulled his cock out. Loki groaned, his lips sliding away from yours as he opened his eyes. He watched your hand slowly wrap around his cock and pump him. Loki’s head fell forward and pressed to your cheek, his lips parted in ecstasy.
“Just like that, pet. Your hands...fuck, they’re a gift from the gods themselves,” Loki hissed. His nails dug into you as you pumped his cock. You whimpered but relished in the pain. It reminded you that Loki was real. He was real and he wanted to make love to you. A new wave of wetness flooded your cunt.
“These hands are all yours,” you said softly against his skin. “My hands, my mouth, my body...every part of me belongs to you, Loki. I don’t want anyone else to have it.”
“You can’t say things like that to me.” Loki lifted his head and met your eyes. “It...it is not wise.”
“Why not?” you asked, flicking your wrist. Loki groaned and struggled to keep his composure. He blinked a few times before shaking his head.
“I want you, kitten.” Loki kissed the corner of your jaw, causing your hand to shutter around his cock. Loki thrusted up into your grip. One of his hands hooked around and rested over your covered cunt. He began rubbing you through the cloth. You felt him grin against your cheek. “My good girl is already so wet for me.”
“You just kissed me like your life depended on it. It’s a little hard not to be turned on by that,” you chuckled. Loki laughed and you shivered. It was so beautiful, his laugh. It was like a warm, yellow light and you were a moth. You were drawn to that laugh and you would do anything to hear more of it. As Loki laughed, you swooped in and kissed him, drowning his chuckling with your lips. Loki’s laughter turned into a moan, which turned into a gentle, nearly shocking whimper. His fingers pressed against your clit and rubbed it in circles. The lace of your underwear scratched your pussy and you gripped Loki tighter - one hand on his cock and the other on his neck. He drank your kisses in as he smoothed along your cunt. You pulled away breathlessly and rested your forehead against his. “Loki...it feels so good.”
“I know, baby, I know. I love playing with this beautiful pussy,” Loki whispered. His fingers traced up and down your damp underwear, teasing you with what he could actually be doing. You spread your legs wider and began pumping him faster, but Loki removed his hand from your cunt and wrapped it around your hand on his cock. “No, sweet. Stay slow. No rushing today.”
“But I want you,” you whined.
Loki smiled and licked his lips. “You have me.”
“Promise?”
Loki’s smile softened and he pressed a kiss directly over the gem of your pendant. “Always.”
With that, Loki’s hand slid into your panties. The warmth of his hand cupped you and you gasped, immediately pressing yourself into his palm. He cooed and leaned over to suck gently on your nipple as his fingers played with you. You continued to pump his cock tenderly, delivering him the pleasure that he deserved to feel.
As his thumb began to massage your clit, two of his fingers sunk into your hole. He held them there, warming his fingers inside of you. You writhed on top of him, but still he refused to move. You grunted and gripped his cock tightly, not moving your hand either. Loki looked down at your hand, raised a brow, then looked back up at you.
“It seems we are in a deadlock, my dear,” he chuckled.
“I won’t move until you do,” you challenged with a grin.
“We are supposed to be making love,” Loki whispered, leaning it to nip at your lips. “Not war.”
“We can do both.” You winked as you squeezed his cock. Loki grunted and stopped himself from fucking his cock into your tight little fist. His eyes fluttered open and he gave you a condoning look.
“Not today,” he said softly. Finally, he began sliding his fingers in and out of your cunt. You rolled your head backwards as you started fisting his cock again. You two moved in sync. Every insert of his fingers earned a thrust downwards on his cock. His thumb pressed against your clit, spinning your swollen bud in small circles as he curled his fingers within you. On any other day, you would consider his motions teasing but right now, as his tongue licked your nipples and his free hand ran over your body, you believed this to be sensual.
“Loki…” you moaned, rocking down slowly onto his fingers as he rubbed inside of you. “You feel so good.”
“I bet my cock would feel better inside of you,” Loki sighed, nuzzling into your breasts. “Will you let me take you, pet? Will you let me put my cock inside of your tender pussy?”
“You don’t even need to ask,” you gasped as he curled his fingers dramatically. Loki lifted his head and kissed up your neck until he reached your lips. There, he pressed a sweet kiss to your mouth before licking over your lips with one, savory stripe.
“But I do, my darling. I do need to ask,” he murmured. You fluttered your eyes open and blinked the pleasured fog out of them until you could see clearly. Loki, still fingering you with easy, steady thrusts of his fingers, gave you a sheepish look. “One of these days, you may not want me to fuck you. So, I will always ask. I will ask for your color, and should I not, I will still listen when you call one out. It is my job to protect you, even if I must protect you from my wickedly carnal needs. I always want your complete and utter consent, even in the midst of the most rough and animalistic fucking I can give you. And trust me, it can get rather brutal, though you know that by now.”
“Oh my gosh, Loki.” You dropped his cock so you could cup his face with both hands. You gazed into his sparkling green eyes and found your breath stuck in your throat. He was so beautiful, so perfect. Your eyes watered as you sat on this amazing man’s lap. Your heart raced in your chest, beating so fast you were sure he could hear it, and you knew in that moment, everything had changed. You brushed his cheekbones with your thumbs and swallowed the lump that had grown in your throat. “Loki...I love…”
You paused.
Were you about to say...that?
You shook your head and instead, you kissed him. Loki gripped you harder, dragging you forward and tearing your underwear away. His cock brushed your bare cunt as his fingers played with you, milking noises from you that you weren’t sure you could make. You could feel your orgasm quickly approaching.
“Tell me what you were going to say, kitten. Say it into my mouth,” Loki panted on your lips before capturing them again.
“I love...I love your...your hands...oh! I want you to f-fuck me,” you begged, thankful that your mind had not gone off of the rails and said something you didn’t intend.
“Good girl,” Loki whispered after a delicate pause. “Cum on my fingers and then I will take you. Cum, baby. Cum for your Master.”
His fingers rubbed into you harder, massaging your slick walls with expert precision. Your hands tangled in Loki’s hair and you held his face close to yours. You could feel his breath reflecting off of your face as he broke your kiss. His eyes dropped down to watch his fingers sink in and out of you. You watched it with wide eyes. When his thumb patted your clit twice more, your body froze above Loki and you came.
“Loki! Oh, thank you, Loki!” you shouted. Loki fingered you through your orgasm, cooing praise and pretty words the entire time. When you finally fell down from your high, Loki slid his fingers out from you and cleaned them with his tongue. You rested your forehead against his and realized you never wanted a moment of your day to pass by where your skin wasn’t pressed to his.
“I’m going to put you on the floor now,” Loki warned. You nodded and he slowly flipped you both over. You felt his pants melt from his body and you dropped one hand down to caress his strong thighs. When your body hit the floor, you felt something extremely soft rubbing against your back. You looked down and saw that your cheap rug had transformed into a pure white fur pelt. Loki tipped your face back towards his and winked. “Furs from Jotunheim, so I don’t hurt your back. They are gifted to princesses of the realms as a home-warming gift.”
“Prince Loki of Asgard, are you calling me a princess?” you giggled, letting your hand fall to the furs. It was so soft that it felt like a cloud drifting between the slots of your fingers. Loki watched you admire the furs with a fond smile on his face. He shifted himself between your legs and kissed your nose.
“Yes, I am. My beautiful, precious, delightful little princess. Now, I must treat you as such,” Loki purred. The tip of his cock brushed against your wet hole and you spread your legs for him as far as you could. Loki groaned as he slid himself inside of you slowly, his cock dragging over the ridges of your slippery walls. His forehead fell to yours and he sighed. “You are so perfect. I would wreck worlds for you. I can never leave your side now.”
“Loki,” you choked out, tears welling in your eyes. Your chest felt so full of adoration and affection for him and his words were not helping. He was forcing you to fall for him, bringing your heart into a deal that was meant exclusively for your body. Now, he was intoxicating you with his sweet words and gentle voice. You gripped him tighter and blinked the tears out of your eyes.
Loki hushed you and kissed your tears away, his mouth dragging along your rosy cheeks. “I’m right here, pet.” He caught one of your hands and placed it on the fur. He linked your fingers with his and kissed you intimately. “It is my job to adore you.”
“I thought your job was just to teach me how to have sex,” you laughed. Loki laughed heartily but he offered you a soft look.
“It has become so much more than that.”
And then, he made love to you. His cock thrusted in and out of you slowly, reaching depths inside of you that had your thighs shaking. The entire time, he held your hand and kept his forehead pressed to yours. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear and kissed away the tears that still leaked from your eyes. You ran your free hand along his body, digging your nails into his skin on any particularly deep thrust.
There were quite a few.
You knew he would end up with some red nail marks along his ribs, back, and arm by the time this was over. Frankly, you didn’t care. You wanted to leave marks on his body to prove that he was yours - well, sort of. He was here making love to you. That was enough to bring out your possessiveness.
“My good girl,” Loki whispered, kissing your forehead, then your nose, then the pouch beneath your eyes. “You are so beautiful. I would do nearly anything to protect you. All I want is to adore you and keep you safe. I am sorry I did not tell you of my past before. But fuck, you listened to me, kitten. You listened and you still care for me.”
“I do. I do care for you. I will no matter what,” you said with a few fast nods.
The truth was, you did more than care for him. That was for certain now. As he made love to you on your floor covered in royal furs, you knew that you had feelings for him. And maybe, just maybe, it was love. Did you love him? You were unsure. You were unsure if you knew him enough to love him. But after these past few days of learning so much about each other - physically, emotionally, mentally - you felt like you could. And if you loved Loki, you were certainly going to keep it quiet. You couldn’t scare him away. You couldn’t force him out of your life with these confessions. So, you continued to press up into his thrusts. You continued to squeeze his hand and cry your tears and kiss his lips. You continued to chase your orgasm, begging him to cum with you.
“Cum inside of me, Loki. Please cum with me,” you cried, tugging on his hair. Loki cursed and fucked into you with deep scoops of his hips, the tip of his cock jabbing tenderly against your deepest spot. You clenched around his cock and cried out his name, your orgasm nearly there.
“I will, pet. Cum for me. Cry my name. Please, pet, please let me hear you,” he whispered. The wiry hairs at the base of his cock tickled your clit and it was enough to set you over the edge. You arched your back, pushing your breasts into his chest, as you came.
“Loki! LokI! Oh, Loki!” you cried out his name, just as he had asked so nicely. Your cunt was constricting his cock, locking him inside of you. With one final deep sweep of his hips, Loki shoved his cock all of the way inside of you and came. He shouted your name, his nose brushing yours as he shot his cum inside of you. You locked your ankles around his pert ass and held him inside of you. Even when Loki had finished cumming, he stayed inside of you.
“Thank you for letting me do that,” Loki whispered before kissing you. “And thank you for listening - really, for just being you.”
The rest of the day was spent with your body buried in Loki’s side. He refused to let go of you and you never went more than a few minutes without his lips on yours. You told him of life on Earth, of how you discovered you wanted to be an artist, of your journey through schooling and work. He told you stories of Asgard, of the realms, of the wonders of space you had never gotten to experience - which in your opinion, made your stories seem rather bland. But through it all, he held your hand and looked into your eyes. He made love to you twice more, his body pressed directly on top of yours. He whispered loving words to you and by the end of the day, you knew you had fallen for Loki completely.
You were still hesitant to call it love. You didn’t know what love felt like. But if this was it, you wanted to chase after it and hold onto it forever. Being with Loki felt right and you knew that no one else could ever enchant you the way that he had. You found yourself staring at him more, listening to him deeper, and observing little things about him that you hadn’t taken the time to see before.
You just hoped he didn’t notice your soft gaze and pounding heart.
As he tucked you into bed that night after fucking you again, he kissed your forehead and pushed some of your hair away from your face. He gave you a new shirt of his - one that smelled particularly of the leathery scent you were getting so used to smelling. And as he kissed you goodnight, he whispered something you never knew you wanted to hear so badly.
“It seems my brother was right,” Loki uttered as he brushed your cheek with his knuckles. “I really do need you, pet.”
But apparently, Loki didn’t need you that much. Because in the morning, he was gone.
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Chapter 14: Sorry, I Got A Little...Tied Up
Summary:
With Loki’s sudden disappearance, you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of loss, worry, and anger. You don’t know how long you have to wait for him to come back...if he’ll ever come back at all.
Notes:
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Chapter Text
You knew Loki was going to leave you eventually. You just didn’t think it would happen this soon, especially not after last night.
When you woke up in the morning, your body was pleasantly sore from all of Loki’s divine love making. You practically waltzed into the bathroom to shower. As you turned on the hot water to bathe, you thought about inviting Loki to join you under the warm, soothing spray. You shucked on your bathrobe and walked into the living room, the sway of your hips ready to seduce Loki into the shower with you.
But he wasn’t there.
He wasn’t in the living room. He wasn’t in the kitchen. He wasn’t even in the dingy little guest bathroom that you never used. Cooper had not seen him leave - he communicated that with a shake of his head.
You figured that maybe, just maybe, Loki stepped outside for a few moments. You awaited by the door for almost two hours, standing against the wall with your lip between your teeth. When it was clear he wasn’t coming back, you felt tears welling in your eyes.
“Loki?” you called out as you grasped your pendant. “Loki? Where are you?”
Silence. Complete and utter silence.
“Loki! Please come back! Whatever I did, I’m sorry!”
You couldn’t help but think that this was somehow your fault. A million questions ran through your mind - what had gone wrong? Had Loki regretted telling you the truth of his heritage? Did he feel that he could no longer trust you? Had he suddenly grown bored of you?
You froze.
Did he realize that you developed feelings for him?
Panic settled in your chest as you gripped the pendant tighter. The edges of the gem bit into your skin so hard that lines from the stone’s cut were etched into your skin. Tears fell freely from your eyes as you turned your face towards the ceiling.
“Loki! Please! I need you! I’m sorry!” you practically screamed. You collapsed to the ground and rested your head against your knees, trying to quell the sobs that erupted from your throat. Beside you, Cooper’s nose nudged you. You looked down at your dog and tossed your arms around him. Your tears soaked into his golden fur but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Cooper’s steady heartbeat was reassuring beneath you, reminding you that at least you weren’t completely alone. You rubbed your face against Cooper’s shoulder and whimpered.
Cooper turned his face upwards and let out the loudest howl you had ever heard. He let out the yowling noise five times, each time growing more impatient and nervous. You sat there, your body completely still, as you waited for something, anything to happen. You were curled up on the floor for almost another hour but Loki had not returned.
“He’s gone,” you murmured against Cooper. “He’s really gone.”
You managed to get up a little while later just to use the bathroom and put some food in your stomach. But then, you returned to the doorway and sat there, waiting for the wooden structure to swing open and reveal Loki walking inside. As you sat there, you replayed every moment that happened yesterday in order to discover where things had gone wrong. You could find nothing that he said or did that would indicate that he would leave. He even told you he was never going to leave you, so why was he suddenly gone?
You were angry at yourself for a little while for appearing so desperate. You shouldn’t be upset that a guy you only met a week and a half ago had ditched you. You even told yourself many, many times that this was going to happen. But as you gazed at the stagnant door, you realized that yesterday, you had convinced yourself this wouldn’t happen. Loki told you all about himself and he made love to you. He made you feel like perhaps he also had feelings for you.
Was it that crazy to think that Loki could like you?
The more you pondered it, the more your anger turned into anxiety. What if Loki hadn’t just left you...what if something happened to him? He did admit to there being people who wanted him dead, and if his secret of being a Frost Giant was so sacred, had Odin somehow figured out that Loki told you? You began panicking again and Cooper nestled closer into your side. Your hand reached for your pendant, though it was shaking so much you couldn’t hold it steady.
“Loki...come back…” you whispered. “Please…”
*
As the Bifrost disappeared around him, Loki took a deep intake of air.
Alfheim smelled so much better than Midgard.
It had been a few decades since he last visited the land of the Light Elves and it wasn’t his intention to return any time soon, but after tucking you into bed, Loki had some rather disturbing thoughts. All day, he could not get the memories of his past out of his head. It was why he kept you so close to him. Touching your skin, smelling your scent, tasting your lips - it cleared his mind. It helped him breathe a little easier.
But in the back of his mind, the threat still lingered. At some point, someone wanted him dead. Someone wanted to end Loki’s life, and now that he was connected to you, that hatred could transfer to you as well. Someone could want you dead solely because you were associated with him. The thought was so jarring, so terrifying, that Loki found himself in tears when you had left to use the bathroom at one point.
And then there were the flares. Those fucking flares.
On the bright side, they had gone down a lot. The circumference that they radiated in had shrunk and even the people within the circle had stopped praying as much. Loki had been whittling the flares away as much as he could, even turning to doing so during the day. He noticed that you were watching him a lot, so when he did get caught up in those moments, he would do his best to distract you with certain physical means. To be fair, it worked.
Though, the flares were still there. Magic was still pouring out in Midgard. Loki had managed to keep you sequestered in your apartment and whenever Cooper had to do his business, Loki offered to take him out. You had not left your apartment in days and it seemed that between that fact and Loki answering prayers frequently, things were calming down.
Until he tried to kill you.
When Loki snapped out of the trance he was in to see his hand wrapped so tightly around your neck that bruises were already forming, he nearly tore your pendant off and left right then and there. How could he be so foolish to hurt you like that? He, the man who was meant to protect you, almost took your life from you. He was seconds away from doing so. But when he had blinked the confusion from his eyes, he still saw trust in yours - an unbridled faith in him that told him you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. It was why he stayed and told you the truth. He couldn’t leave you, he wanted to keep you around for the rest of his life. If telling you about his heritage meant that could happen, he would do it. Though, telling you that very truth was putting you in danger. It was a difficult trap he was in.
To sum it up, you were threatened by the magic on Midgard, the people who hated Frost Giants, Odin, and at some measure, Loki himself. Wonderful.
That was how Loki found himself on Alfheim, strutting towards the stone castle donning his Asgardian armor. His visit was for a few reasons, really, but the main reason for coming to the nature realm was to retrieve a special flower.
It was called the Livets Blomst and it was native only to Alfheim. The beautiful blue flower had thick, shimmering petals that concealed a little white pearl in the center. It contained healing powers that could save nearly anyone from death. It’s healing powers were unmatched by any other token or being in the realms. He wanted to gift it to you as a means of protection, but also because he just wanted to.
He wanted to give you a gift, something special. You had done so much for him just by listening to his story and accepting him. And then, when he had made love to you, he knew that you were unlike any other person in the Nine Realms. You were his slice of perfection and he never wanted to let that go. He never wanted to let you go. Even now, as he walked down the white stone paths towards the palace, he was regretful to have left you alone. Cooper would protect you, as would the spell he cast over your home, and he would be back soon.
Hopefully.
When Loki got closer to the palace, the invisibility spell he had cloaked over himself shimmered away, revealing him to any prying eyes. He cursed under his breath, noting that he forgot that the palace of Alfheim blocked out any foreign magic. Because of that, Loki was completely exposed.
He began to steer towards the right, hugging the shadowy edges of the path. He knew where the flower bloomed and he planned on going directly there. He wanted to spend as little time on Alfheim as possible. All he wanted was to get the flower and return home to you. He snuck quietly through the pathways, under arches, and around trees.
The sight of the gardens Loki was looking for came into view and he smirked. Loki slid out of the shadows and walked towards the garden. He was nearly there when he heard her.
“Still sneaking around, are we?”
Shit. He knew that voice.
Loki plastered on his most charming smile and turned around.
“Princess Kassandra, it is so wonderful to see you again,” Loki said, taking a deep bow before the Princess of Alfheim. Her white hair billowed around her as she glided towards Loki. She smiled and shook her head with the tiniest, most unnoticeable motion that only she could do.
“Prince Loki, it has been a while,” she said softly, her voice like airy windchimes. Her eyes trailed down his body and a slight hum escaped her lips. When her eyes locked with his again, she curtsied. Kassandra pulled herself back up and folded her hands in front of her body. “I believed I would never see you again.”
“Ah, Kassandra. Do you think me to be so rude as to avoid your eye for the rest of eternity?” Loki asked with a light chuckle.
Kassandra raised her brow. “You were just crawling around in the shadows. That appears to be avoidance enough in my opinion.”
“Well,” Loki sighed, bobbing his head back and forth. “It wasn’t you I was avoiding.”
“Then who?” Kassandra stepped directly in front of Loki and placed her hand on his chest. “Tell me, God of Lies.”
Loki stared at her and cleared his throat. “You’ve put me in a corner here.”
“Don’t I always?” Kassandra laughed, stepping away from Loki and returning her hand to the front of her body. She smiled softly and winked. “I was the only one who could challenge you. That is why we were going to be married, wasn’t it?”
For some reason, Loki was hoping the Princess would forget about their past. He certainly tried to. A century or so ago, Odin had declared that Loki and Kassandra would be wed in about a decade in order to solidify the bond between Alfheim and Asgard. At the time, he wasn’t exactly opposed to it. Kassandra was beautiful, intelligent, and had a witty tongue. Although, it wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want marriage or love or a family. He was young and he wanted to focus on being a god and growing in his power. It took a few years, but he eventually told Kassandra this. The Princess was very understanding, though he knew she yearned for him quietly. Many, many times he fucked her - like he said, she was attractive - and when he broke their engagement, she asked if he could bed her once more. He did, and although he didn’t love her, it truly was hard to resist the body of a Light Elf Princess. He wasn’t attached to her, however. He did it to appease her, and after that, he let her go with ease.
Loki may have lost a potential wife, but along the way, he had gained someone he could confide in. Kassandra was at least good at keeping a secret, hence why it took almost a whole year before Odin found out that Loki had severed the engagement.
Odin was furious, of course. But Frigga managed to contain his rage and convince him this was for the better. She told him that in a few decades, perhaps Loki would come back around to Kassandra. He never did and avoiding Alfheim was his solution to that. If he could not see Kassandra, he couldn’t fall in love with her.
And as he stared at her now, Loki knew that love was not there - it never had been, it never would be. She was a good friend at most. He would value the time he spent with her and the lessons he learned, but he had moved on.
Because when Loki considered love and romance, he did not think of Kassandra. He thought of you.
He thought of the way the sun reflected off of your skin and your hair. He thought of your laugh, your smile, your moans. He thought of your body and how good it felt under him, on top of him, next to him. He thought of how you ate food really slowly, but how you seemed to enjoy everything he prepared for you. He thought of the way you spoke with such passion and fire in your eyes. He thought of how you always curled deeper into him when he told you stories about his past. He even thought of your snores, as annoying and obnoxious as they were.
“Loki? Are you there?” Kassandra waved her delicate hand in front of Loki’s face. He blinked a few times and realized he had zoned out thinking about you. He laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.
“My apologies, Kassandra.”
“Have I made you weak in the knees finally?” Kassandra purred.
Loki shook his head. “No, you haven’t.”
“Blunt as always, Mischief,” Kassandra scoffed. “Tell me, then, what has you drifting into the expanses of space? Or should I say...who?”
“I’ve met someone,” Loki whispered. “A Midgardian.”
“Midgardian?” Kassandra gasped. “Aren’t they rather tiny?”
Loki laughed as he thought about how small you were compared to him. Your little nose, small feet, tiny hands…
His cock was getting hard.
“Yes, she is quite small,” he said, a smile still lingering on his face. “She’s rather lovely.”
Kassandra gave him a knowing look. “I bet she is. So why are you here then and not with her?”
“I wanted to give her a gift,” Loki said, gesturing to the garden. “The Livets Blomst, actually. So if you’ll excuse me, I’ll just be getting that and going on my way.”
Loki began walking but Kassandra stepped in front of him. “You won’t find it in there. We’ve had an issue with people trying to rob the flowers so we had to move them.”
“Great, where can I find them?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“What?” Loki gasped. “But...why?”
“Walk with me, Loki,” Kassandra said, turning and walking towards the garden. Loki sighed but followed the Princess. The sun was glittering off of her skin as she basked in it, her eyes closed. Loki kept his eyes on her as they roamed through the garden but all he could think of was what it would be like to walk amongst the beautiful flowers with you. Finally, Kassandra spoke again. “Why do you want the Livets Blomst?”
“As I told you, she is Midgardian. She’s weaker than me and I believe that having such a powerful healing method in her possession would be beneficial to her,” Loki explained, waving his hands around.
“I understand that,” Kassandra chuckled. “But why her? Why do you want to protect this girl?”
“She...she’s good company,” Loki said cautiously. Kassandra paused her stroll and turned towards Loki. Her eyes fell to his lips and her own pink mouth curled up into a grin. She stepped back into Loki’s personal space. Her hand slipped into Loki’s hair and she leaned forward.
“Kiss me, Loki,” she whispered.
Loki froze as Kassandra leaned in. “I...Kassandra, what are you doing?”
“Trying to kiss you,” she giggled, twirling a strand of Loki’s hair around her pinky. “So, give it to me, Mischief. Oh, or shall I address you by your newest title - God of Sex? Why don’t you show me what qualified you to earn that title, hmm?”
Kassandra continued to lean in and Loki quickly held his arms out and pushed her away. Kassandra stumbled backwards as Loki placed his hands in front of himself defensively. The Princess grinned and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I knew it,” Kassandra squealed, bouncing up and down on her heels. “She isn’t just someone you want to make sure stays healthy. Loki, Prince of Asgard, you love your little Midgardian!”
“Fucking hell,” Loki groaned, running a hand through his hair. “First Thor, now you - what is going on here? Why is everyone saying I love her?”
“Because you do,” Kassandra said, walking up to Loki and taking his hands in hers. She squeezed his hands and offered him a bright, encouraging grin. “You told me you did not love me at all when we were engaged but you said that nothing would stop you from indulging in my body, even if we weren’t technically together.”
“I did say that didn’t I,” Loki mumbled. “I was a horny bastard back in the day.”
He felt rather ashamed thinking about that. Truthfully, he was just looking for someone to fuck and Kassandra and her body were right there. But the way he felt about fucking her was far different than the way he felt about you. Loki didn’t just want to fuck you so he could have sex, he wanted you. He wanted to touch you, feel you, breathe you in and soak you into his skin. He wanted to hear you moan for him and clench around his cock. He did not want that with Kassandra. With her, Loki wanted the relief. With you, he wanted the sex and everything that came with it - before, during, after. Still, he sighed and tried to repress the warmth that grew on his cheeks just from thinking about you.
“You did become the God of Sex. It’s fitting.” Kassandra shook her head and giggled. “But Loki, look at what just happened! You turned me down without even a question! Your cock did not stiffen and your eyes did not wander! Your heart is truly hers.”
“Just because I didn’t want to fuck you doesn’t mean I...I love her,” Loki murmured, squinting and staring down at the ground.
“It does,” Kassandra whispered. She subtly moved her thumbs to rest over Loki’s wrists. “Tell me about her. Tell me her name. Tell me everything.”
Loki looked in Kassandra’s bright eyes and he let the floodgates open. He uttered your name softly and told her the story of how you met. He explained how he came to you after you prayed to him and how you immediately caught his attention - by fucking pushing him! Dammit, he’d never get over that.
He detailed nearly every moment you spent together. Loki did not realize that the entire time he spoke, he was smiling and laughing, his heart elated and full of joy. It felt so good to talk about you to someone that wasn’t involved in any drama with Odin. Unfortunately, he did tell Kassandra about his feuding with Odin and the possible danger you were in. But the moment he said your name again, the grin grew on his face once more. By the time Loki recapped the story of his time with you, Kassandra was giving him a knowing look.
“What?” Loki asked, his dark brows furrowing. Kassandra lifted up their clasped hands, revealing her thumbs on Loki’s pale wrists. Loki looked down at her thumbs and parted his lips. “Kassandra?”
“Did you know that the entire time you spoke of her, your pulse was racing?” Kassandra asked, gracefully dropping Loki’s wrists. His hands flopped to his sides as he stared at Kassandra, wondering how this woman always seemed to pull the rug out from under him. Kassandra smirked at Loki’s perplexed look and shrugged. “It started the moment you said her name. Your heart rate kicked up and did not slow down until just now.”
“That doesn’t mean - “
“Are you an idiot, Loki?” Kassandra scoffed. “You love her! Your heart pounds when you talk about her, you go out of your way to protect her, you’ve risked war with Odin to be with her! You have never done any of those things with anyone else, me included. Tell your story again to yourself. Really listen to what you’re saying. The fact is right there. You have deep, deep feelings for her. It’s beautiful.”
Loki turned away from Kassandra and walked over to a flower that was the exact color of your cheeks when you blushed. He knew that color like he had painted it on the backs of his eyelids. Loki picked the flower from its bush and held it to his nose. It smelled like you when you stepped out of the shower, steam warming your skin and hair sticking to your forehead. Loki shut his eyes and sighed.
Perhaps Kassandra was right.
There was not a single woman in the universe that Loki wanted except for you. He would do anything in his power to keep you safe and at his side. He challenged Odin, threatened to fight Thor, and attempted robbery from Alfheim. He told you who he truly was and exposed the burns that were scorched into his heart. You accepted him for who he was without any doubt. Loki’s lower lip trembled as tears welled in his eyes.
“Maybe I do love her,” Loki whispered, turning around and looking down at the flower. “I want to see her with no one else and I want to be with no one else - sorry, Kassandra. Every time I’m with her, it feels like there is not a single problem in this universe. I feel strong with her, powerful, and in a ridiculous way, safe. Fuck, she can’t do anything to protect me but she guards my pain, my secrets, my...my heart. She means more to me than anyone else in all the Nine Realms. I...I think I might love her.”
“You do not need to be completely sure. It has all happened very quickly for you,” Kassandra noted thoughtfully. “But keep your heart open and your mind aware. This girl, she is good for you, Loki. I have not seen you so happy in all the time I’ve known you.”
“I just wish I knew how she felt about me,” Loki sighed. He quietly put a sustaining spell over the flower and set it into a pocket of subspace so whenever he was without you - which he prayed would not be often - he could have something to remind him of you.
“If I could guess, she feels quite the same way. It’s not hard to fall in love with you, Loki,” Kassandra said softly, her eyes displaying a sadness that had Loki feeling slightly guilty about gushing about you to the woman he was once intended to marry one day. But then, Kassandra smiled and the sadness left her eyes. “I am happy for you. And...and I will let you take the Livets Blomst.”
“Oh, Kassandra, thank you,” Loki said, bowing before Kassandra. She rolled her eyes and hoisted Loki up by the shoulder of his armor. She gestured her head and began walking through the gardens. Loki followed Kassandra closely as she led them to an underground garden beneath the palace. The garden existed within a dark cave, the cavern walls lit solely by the luminous flowers and crystals that flourished there. Kassandra guided them to the depths of the cave and around a silvery waterfall. Loki stared at the cavern in awe until his eyes caught sight of the Livets Blomst. Kassandra walked over to the blooming flowers and knelt beside them. She looked over her shoulder and motioned for Loki to follow.
“Come, it requires an offering,” Kassandra explained. Loki nodded and knelt beside her. Kassandra held her hands above the flower and hummed. “Livets Blomst, I present to you Loki Odinson, the one who requests your power. He is here to offer…”
Kassandra looked to Loki and he thought for a moment. Loki held his own hands out above the blue flower and looked into the white pearl in the middle.
“I offer you fertility,” Loki said firmly. “As the God of Sex, I am also partially the God of Fertility. I offer you my magic of fertility to provide strong soil which will bear several more Livets Blomst to replace the one that I have taken.”
The pearl inside the flower glowed and Kassandra nudged Loki with her shoulder. “It accepts.”
“Wonderful,” Loki chuckled. He let his magic flow into the mounds of soil that the flowers were growing out of. It glowed green before settling into emerald sparkles which sunk into the dirt. The petals of the blue flower shimmered with emerald dusting as the petals closed securely over the pearl. Loki looked to Kassandra and she nodded, allowing him to pluck the flower. Loki took the flower from the soil and immediately placed a protective spell over it. He hid it in his pocket of subspace along with the flower he took from the garden and sighed, sitting back on his haunches. “Thank you, Princess Kassandra. This means more than you can understand.”
“Oh, I am sure it does. I would do the same for my lover,” she said with a wink. “I have, in fact.”
“What?” Loki asked. Kassandra giggled as she stood. Loki stood with her as they began to walk back through the cave. “What do you mean?”
“I have been courting someone recently - a princess from one of the smaller kingdoms in the south of Alfheim,” Kassandra hummed, running her fingers along the flowers they passed. “She is most kind.”
“I’m very happy for you, Kassandra. You deserve happiness,” Loki said honestly. “But, wait...if you’re with someone, why did you try to tempt me to kiss you?”
“Oh, Loki.” Kassandra rolled her eyes playfully. “Even if you accepted, I wouldn’t have kissed you or gone any further. It was simply a test.”
“A test,” Loki scoffed. “You are your bloody tests.”
“It was worth the end result.” Kassandra blushed and looked at Loki. “She is here, you know. In the palace. She came with some of her family for political negotiations but we’ve been sneaking away quite often. Would you like to meet her?”
“I’d love to but I really should be getting back to Midgard,” Loki said as they climbed out of the cave. “I hate leaving my girl alone and I’ve been here longer than intended.”
“Hm, well, that is reasonable. I’m sure she would love to meet you but if you must go, then that is fine,” Kassandra said, patting Loki’s arm.
“I apologize, Kassandra. Tell me, though, what is her name? I’d like to offer up a prayer for you two,” Loki asked.
“Princess Alvana,” Kassandra said.
Loki’s eyes widened and he held up a finger. “Princess Alvana? As in, the Art Princess of Alfheim?”
“That’s the one,” Kassandra said with a smile and a nod. “She’s so talented with art and the tools she creates - they’re excellent, Loki! I have never seen any supplies and tools as exquisite as hers!”
Loki considered this. He could sacrifice another few moments away from you in order to meet Princess Alvana. She was known for being an art enchantress and her advanced skills with creating complex and beautiful means of creating art. If he could somehow convince Alvana to give him some of her supplies, it would make such a wonderful gift for you. He could picture the wonder in your eyes already. He would miss you dearly but Cooper was there and his spell was still erected. This would be worth it. If it would make you happy, then Loki couldn’t say no to this opportunity.
It might even make you love him.
Loki snapped his head upwards and offered Kassandra a sweet smile.
“Well, perhaps I have a few moments to spare.”
*
After dinner, you decided to take Cooper out. It was obvious Loki wouldn’t be back anytime soon. You had spent the day waiting for him, and after a few hours of doing that, you stopped calling out to him.
He was no longer listening for you, clearly.
You were the park with Cooper, something you had not done in months. Cooper was running around in the grass beside you, playing with an athletic looking Beagle. You stood there with your hands in your pockets watching the emeralds glitter on his collar. Sighing, you turned away and rested your head against the tree beside you. But as you turned, your eyes caught something.
There was a man watching you.
When he noticed you looking at him, he turned away. He was wearing dark glasses and a red hat. A scarf was wrapped up to his nose, obscuring your view of him. He shoved his hands in his deep coat pockets and scurried away. Chills ran down your spine as you whistled for Cooper. Your dog lumbered over to you, clearly out of breath from playing with the other dog. You hooked his leash onto his collar as you watched the man scurry from the park.
You shook your head. Perhaps you were just paranoid. Normally, you wouldn’t be so uneasy. However, it was the first time you left the apartment in days and Loki wasn’t listening to you or Cooper. If something was to happen, he wouldn’t know. Maybe he would, maybe he was listening this entire time, but he no longer cared. The thought made your walk home gloomy and by the time you reached your front door, you just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep away the sadness that lingered in your heart.
You pushed open the door to your apartment and Cooper ran in, heading straight into the kitchen for his water bowl. You barely got the door closed before a set of hands were on you and pressing you against the wall.
“Where were you?”
Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of Loki in front of you, his glare wild and his lips curled into a relative sneer. A range of emotions ran through you - relief, happiness, shock - until they settled on anger. You furrowed your brows and poked your finger against Loki’s chest.
“Where was I? Where were you?” you yelled. Cooper came back into the hallway curiously. You sighed and looked at your dog. “It’s okay, Coop. Go to bed.”
Cooper gave you a wary look but listened to your command. He walked back into the living room and you turned back to Loki. You pushed him off of you and scoffed.
“You disappear and come back acting mad that I took my dog to the fucking park,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “Oh yeah, that’s where I went by the way. To the park with my dog.”
“Why did you leave? You couldn’t have waited for me to come back? I gladly would have taken him out,” Loki growled, his heart pounding in his chest. Your jaw fell and you narrowed your eyes.
“You left without any warning, Loki! How was I supposed to know when you would come back? Fuck, how was I supposed to know if you’d even come back?” you asked, tears welling in your eyes. Loki’s face softened as he watched the sadness growing on your face. You looked down at your feet and scrubbed the toe of your shoe into the floor. “I was terrified that you left for good.”
“Oh, pet. I’m sorry I worried you. I was gone longer than I thought I’d be,” Loki sighed, walking up to you. He slowly slid your coat off and tossed it carelessly onto the floor. You gave him a look but he just shook his head and captured the gem of your pendant between his fingers. “I could never leave you, little one. That is why you have this. As long as you have this, I will always be there for you.”
“That’s not true,” you whispered, your lower lip wobbling. “I called for you. You never answered.”
“You did?” Loki furrowed his brows and dropped the pendant. He looked up at you and groaned. Alfheim. He knew the spells placed around the palace blocked out foreign magic but he didn’t think it was strong enough to stop him from hearing your calls. Loki cupped your face in his hands and stroked his thumbs over your cheeks. “I am so sorry, pet. Really, I apologize. I was in a place where my magic was tampered with and it blocked out your calls to me. If something...if something happened…”
Loki trailed off, fear on his face. He gazed into your eyes before crushing his lips to yours suddenly. You squeaked and went to grab his shirt, only to realize your hands were touching metal. The kiss was fiery and passionate, full of need and the mutual disturbing thought of never seeing one another again. Loki’s kisses were desperate as he kissed you and you could feel his need for you sinking from his lips into yours. You pulled your mouth away from Loki to catch your breath but he continued to press kisses along your skin. You ran your nails along the metal plates on his clothing, your cunt quickly growing wet at the sight of Loki in his armor.
“Do you like my armor, little girl?” Loki asked, mouthing at your neck. He slipped his hand between your legs and grinned. “Even through your pants, I can feel your pussy getting wet for me.”
“It’s hard not to,” you moaned as he began sucking on your neck. You grabbed the leather straps of his armor and ground down against his large, hot hand. “I-I missed you, Loki. I missed you so fucking much. I was so worried…”
“Worried? Why?” Loki asked as he lifted his head back up so he could look at you. His hand was idle on your clothed cunt, not daring to move it as you chewed on your lip. Loki rolled his eyes and swooped down, sucking your lip into his mouth and licking it with his tongue. He pulled it back with his teeth, tongue still drawing patterns on it as he did so. Loki let your lip snap back towards your teeth and he gave you a pointed look.
“I’m sorry. It’s just after everything you told me last night, I worried that...I don’t know...someone wanted to hurt you? Or maybe I…” you trailed off, looking away from Loki. You didn’t want to say that you were worried he discovered your feelings for him. That admission, in and of itself, would admit how you felt. Instead, you sighed and placed your hand on Loki’s abdomen. “Maybe I pushed you away.”
“Pet, look at me,” Loki said sternly. You met his gaze and Loki moved his hand from your cunt to your hip. “I am sorry for worrying you. But you could never push me away, I mean that. I adore you too much to let you go.” Loki bent down and bit your jawline before smoothing it over with his tongue. “I’m here now, kitten. Let me show you just how deep you have your hooks in me.”
Loki’s hands were under your sweater then. He pulled it over your head and nodded in appreciation when he saw you went braless. He knelt before you - a sight most arousing when he was donned in his royal armor - and put his mouth on your breasts. He sucked your nipples and groped you, his moans sending vibrations through your body. Loki’s mouth traveled all over your abdomen, leaving little bruises in his wake as he reached your pants. With a wink, Loki shucked your shoes, pants, and panties off, leaving you completely nude in your hallway.
“Perfect....so perfect…” Loki whispered as he trailed his hands up your thighs. You spread your legs as his face reached your cunt. He inhaled deeply and purred, his nails digging into your thighs. “So wet for me, little girl. You smell divine. I bet you taste even better.”
“Why don't you see for yourself?” you said with more bravery than you felt. Loki grinned and pinched your ass, earning a squeal from you.
“Such a naughty little pet for your Master,” Loki chuckled before pressing his mouth to your mound. You gasped and tossed your head back as Loki’s tongue ran up your folds. He lapped you up, moaning with great vigor at every drop of your arousal that leaked onto his tongue. The tip of his tongue danced circles around your clit before flicking your little bud back and forth rapidly. Your chest was heaving as Loki ate you out, moaning like you were the most delicious thing he tasted.
He told you that you were many, many times. You were now starting to believe he wasn’t exaggerating.
However, your moans turned into startled whimpers when you felt something cool press to the undersides of your thighs. And then, you were suspended in the air. You opened your eyes and looked down, shocked as you saw that Loki had tossed your thighs over his shoulders and lifted you off the ground. He was still devouring you, his eyes shut so tightly in bliss that you weren’t even sure if he knew he had lifted you up or not.
“M-Master,” you cried out as he sucked on one wet lip of your pussy. His teeth nibbled your skin before he suckled it again and let it settle back into place. Loki opened his eyes and he pulled back. He looked between your thighs and he grinned.
“Why, I am rather tricky, aren’t I?” Loki laughed. You were right, he didn’t know that he had lifted you up. He was so distracted, so consumed, by licking your pussy that he didn’t even realize he had maneuvered your body on top of his to get closer to you. The idea of that was so hot that another wave of wetness flooded your cunt. Loki sent you a wicked look and his smile grew wider. “It’s time, pet.”
“What do you mean?” you asked, your breasts heaving.
Loki licked his lips. “Hands above your head.”
You tentatively lifted your hands above your head, arms slightly bent at the elbow. A tingle tickled your wrists and with a squeak, your arms were hoisted straight above your head. There was a cold weight on your wrists that was pinning you to the wall. You looked up and saw two gold chains wrapped around your wrists with a long chain binding you to the ceiling. Your cunt flooded with wetness as you looked back down at Loki. His eyes were glazed over with dominance and you could see his cock tenting the leathers of his trousers.
“Thank you, Master! Thank you!” you cheered, a bright grin on your face. You tugged at the chains but they kept you restrained rather snuggly. Loki ran his hands up and down your thighs, teasing your skin with the drag of his blunt nails.
“So fucking sexy, pet,” Loki groaned before burying his head back between your thighs. If Loki was enthusiastic before, he was raging with eagerness now. The noises he was making were so filthy that you were sure the wet sounds of your arousal could be heard from the hallway. You tugged on the chains, wanting to run your fingers through Loki’s dark hair, but you were trapped. You whimpered and clenched around Loki’s tongue, and it did not go unnoticed. Loki lifted his head, his chin glistening with your juices. “You really love being tied up, huh? I can feel your cunt squeeze on me, holding me in every time you pull on those chains. Such a naughty little girl.”
“Please, Master. Please put your mouth back on me,” you begged. Loki blew a cool stream of air over your clit before sealing his lips back around you. You rode his tongue, your eyes stuck on Loki’s dark head between your thighs. He was a man starved as he devoured you. You were so close to cumming and you needed him to stay close to you. You tugged on the chains again but your hands did not budge. You groaned in frustration, but Loki only chuckled and pulled away.
“What’s wrong, my sweet girl?” Loki purred, running two fingers along your wet seam. You whimpered and rocked on his hand but Loki pulled away. You grimaced and he winked. “What? I’m just playing with your gorgeous pussy. It’s so swollen and warm for me. Have I ever told you how arousing it is knowing that every time I put my fingers here…” Loki tapped your fluttering hole “...you’re always so fucking wet? Does your cunt hurt, pet? Does it hurt always being so turned on for your Master?”
“It does,” you whined. “I always want your cock in me, Master. I feel so empty without your cock. Whenever you want me, I’m yours. Anywhere, any time of day, my body is yours, Loki. You own me.”
“Yes, I do,” Loki growled, dropping your legs from his shoulders and lifting himself back onto his feet. He wrapped his hand around your throat and brushed your pulse with his thumb. “You belong to me.”
“Yes, Master,” you whispered before Loki pressed you firmly against the wall and ravished your mouth with his slick lips. You could taste yourself on him but it only turned you on more thinking about how he had reduced you to a whimpering mess. Without your legs on his shoulders, you realized your feet couldn’t fully touch the ground. You had to balance yourself on your toes as Loki kissed you. His mouth dragged down to your neck and he sucked on your pulse, worrying your skin between his teeth.
“You’re mine,” Loki growled. “No one else can have you. No one.”
“I don’t want anybody else,” you said, shaking your head as much as you could with Loki’s hand on your throat and his head buried between your neck and your shoulder.
“Good girl. That’s what I like to hear,” Loki said as he lifted his face back up. His hands moved to your hips and with a smirk, you were flipped over, your naked front pressed against the wall. You squirmed as Loki’s cock sprung out and hit against your ass. “I’m going to fuck you now, pet. I’m going to fuck you into this wall and you’re going to take whatever I give you.”
“Oh, please,” you whimpered.
Loki rubbed his cock between the cheeks of your ass and you felt his warm breath on the back of your neck. “Beg me to put my cock in you.”
“Put your cock in me, Loki. Please put your cock in my pussy. I’ve been so good for you, Master. Please let me please you, I beg you,” you cried out. Loki’s hand slid up to the back of your neck and he pushed your face against the wall. Your breathing picked up as he dragged the blunt head of his cock along your wet hole.
“Tell me who you belong to,” Loki whispered against your shoulder.
“You, Loki. I belong to you and only you,” you said, spreading your legs wider.
You felt Loki smile. “Yes you do, my good little slut.”
Loki thrust his cock into you quickly, one hand on your neck and the other on your hip. You called out his name, your legs tensing as he pulled out and thrust back inside of you harshly. You tightened your hands into fists around the chain that was suspending you from the ceiling. Loki’s hips - still covered in his armor - smacked against your ass with every rough, possessive thrust. There something that aroused you so greatly knowing that Loki was still dressed in his fancy, royal battle armor and you were naked. That simple display of dominance over you had your pussy gushing.
“This dirty cunt is mine, pet. I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t even think of any other man’s cock inside of you because none of them are as good as me,” Loki hissed. He pressed you harder into the wall as he fucked you. His hand was locked around your hip and you knew there would be bruises blossoming there in the morning. “Oh, baby girl. This pussy is so good. You’re so tight and hot around my cock. I can’t wait to cum inside of you and fill you up. I’m going to leave my cum inside of you so you feel me for the rest of the day.”
“Fuck, Loki!” you yelled, arching your back so your ass was pressed further against him. Loki groaned and moved the hand that was on your neck down to your ass. He growled and smacked your left cheek. You bounced on your toes with a squeal as you felt the heat of his palm blossom over you.
“Mine,” he moaned with a secondary hit. “You’re all mine.”
The possessiveness Loki was showing was turning you on more than you could describe. He was being rough and brutal, fucking you into the wall without any restraint. You tugged on the chain as your breasts rubbed painfully against the wall.
“More,” you gasped, fucking yourself back against his thrusts. “More, Master.”
“That’s my little whore,” Loki chuckled. “You love being a filthy little cock slut for your Master.”
“I do,” you moaned, rolling your head back onto Loki’s shoulder as he began kissing your neck.
His thrusts didn’t slow down as he licked as your neck, caressing the bruises he kept leaving day after day. Loki didn’t know why he felt so unbelievably protective and possessive over you right now. Perhaps it was seeing his ex-fiancee and the admittance of his feelings for you that had him wanting to show his dominance over you. He wanted to remind you that, yes, you were his but he was also yours. You owned his body and his heart, he was sure of it now.
Though, Loki knew that part of that possessiveness stemmed from the fear of arriving at your home and not seeing you here. He had no idea where to start looking for you and he almost burst out of your home until you walked through the door. The relief of having you here and seeing you safe had unleashed the beast in him. Something could have hurt you, someone could have hurt you, and knowing he couldn’t protect you terrified him. Now that you were here, Loki was going to take full advantage of your submissive body to remind him that you were here, you were safe, and you were his.
“You’re my good girl,” Loki murmured. “And I am never letting you go.”
With that, Loki sunk his teeth into the back of your shoulder. You froze and you tugged mercilessly on the chain. His cock was pounding into you and his arm was wrapped around your waist. Though your face was still pressed to the wall, your ass was so far out that you were nearly lifted into the air from his grip. Loki’s other hand landed against the wall beside your head, giving himself leverage to keep fucking into you.
“Loki! Fuck, your cock feels so fucking good in me. Fuck me harder, please, Master,” you begged, tears welling in your eyes. Loki lifted his mouth from your neck and swung you back around. Your back hit the wall with a hard smack and you whined as Loki slipped his cock back inside of you. His eyes were like fire as he fucked you, staring into your soul with his darkness and lust. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his hands rested beside your head. Your breasts bounced with every thrust of his hard cock and you pushed into his thrusts.
“You want harder? I’ll give you fucking harder,” Loki growled, one hand moving from the wall to your throat. His cock thrusted into you even harder, pounding against your G-spot perfectly. Your toes curled and you tugged on your restraints.
“Let me touch you, Loki. I want to touch you, please,” you cried out, pulling on the chains. Loki grinned and leaned in, licking over your lips seductively before biting them with a kiss.
“No, little girl. You wanted to be tied up, you’re tied up. I’m not letting you escape, kitten,” Loki chuckled darkly. “There’s nowhere you can run. I want you, and I always get what I want. I should leave you tied here to this wall for me to fuck whenever I want.”
“Oh...oh, Loki…” Your voice trembled as your cunt tightened around his cock.
“You want that, baby girl? Should I use you like my little toy? My dirty little cum slut, only good for taking my cock like a pleasure slave,” Loki moaned, his cock pistoning into you harder. You nodded and there was a sharp tingle across your chest. Your pendant shrunk back and transformed into your collar. As the chain gripped your neck, Loki’s cock twitched inside of you. Loki bit at your neck, sucking the chain into his mouth briefly. “My personal little cock slut.”
“Y-Yours,” you agreed. You felt your orgasm coiling in your gut and you tugged firmer on the chain. But when you pulled on the chain, your collar tightened around your neck. You gasped for air and Loki’s smile grew into something only a deviant would wear.
“Isn’t it beautiful,” he purred. “Don’t struggle or you might pass out.”
“Yes, Master,” you said, your cunt so tight around Loki’s cock you weren’t sure how he was able to thrust into you like he was. This entire situation was so overwhelmingly hot that you were positive you would pass out from the sex, not from the lack of air.
Loki pressed his weight against you, leaning firmer on the wall. You heard a crack but you thought nothing of it as he pounded his cock into you. You tossed your head back as Loki slammed his fist against the wall.
“Cum for me. Cum, dammit! Cum right fucking now or I’ll punish you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a month,” Loki growled, his eyes wide and wild.
“Oh, Loki! Loki!” you screamed as your orgasm overcame you. You pulled against the chain unintentionally, restricting your collar. Everything that happened made your orgasm that much stronger and your cunt locked around Loki’s cock. He roared your name and shot his cum into you.
But that wasn’t the only terribly loud sound.
As Loki filled you with his hot cum, there was a crack and a rumbling sound. Loki fell onto you as his fist went directly through the wall, opening up a hole to your room. The display of his strength forced another orgasm over you, which then made Loki cum harder.
It took you a long time to recover but when you did, you turned your head slowly to the hole in the wall. You let out a loud laugh as you looked into your room from the hallway. Loki looked up, lifting his head from the warm safety of your chest, into your room. He blushed and let out a sheepish laugh.
“I’ll fix that later,” he murmured. You giggled, your head feeling floaty and light, as you moved in to kiss Loki. He sighed against your mouth and ran his hands down your soft body. “My good girl. I’m sorry if I was too rough.”
“Never apologize for that,” you said with a grin.
“Keep your legs tight around me,” Loki instructed. You tightened your legs around him as he waved the chains from the ceiling away. You immediately wrapped your arms around his body and buried your face in his neck. You whimpered against him, your body weak and sensitive. His hands rubbed against your back as he walked you into the bedroom, his cock still wedged inside of you to keep his cum in you. “Shhh, I’ve got you. I’m right here.”
“I missed you,” you said again into his neck. “I was so scared.”
“I know, pet. I am so sorry,” he murmured as he placed you on the bed, regretfully slipping his cock out of you. For the next few minutes, Loki rubbed lotion over every inch of your skin. He left your necklace in the shape of the collar but loosened it enough for you to turn your head and breathe comfortably without feeling it. When he finished massaging your skin, he shed his clothes and fell onto the bed next to you. “Come here, lay with me.”
You didn’t hesitate moving into his arms. You rested your head on his chest and nuzzled into him. His hand continued to stroke along your back, his fingers teasing your spine. Your breathing slowed as he held you there quietly.
“Where did you go?” you asked, peering up at him.
“I got you a gift,” Loki said. “I went all the way to Alfheim for it.”
“What?” You perched yourself up onto your elbow. “You got me a gift?”
“I got you two.” Loki grinned, running his hand along your bent arm. “Would you like to see?”
“Yes!” You sat up cross legged. Loki pushed himself up so he was in a sitting position. He held both of his hands out and with a shimmer of green magic, there was a blue flower floating in his hands. Your eyes widened as you looked at the impossibly gorgeous flower. “This is beautiful, Loki.”
“Do you know what it is?” he asked. You shook your head and he pinched the stem of the flower between two long fingers. “It’s called the Livets Blomst. It’s grown in Alfheim and only those who are worthy are allowed to take one. There is a single pearl inside that is meant to patch any wounds, heal any illness, or really recover anything that is wrong. I wanted to give you one because, well, you deserve it. I have burdened you with my wounds, my toxins, and my hurt. This is my way of giving back to you.”
“Loki…” Your eyes welled up with tears. “This is the greatest thing anyone has ever given me. Well…” You touched your collar. “One of the greatest, at least.”
“You deserve only the best,” Loki whispered, placing the flower on your nightstand. He looked into your eyes as he cupped your cheek with his hand. “Pet, I…I love...I love how you take so much joy in things I give you. I would do anything to see you happy.”
You blushed and pressed your cheek into his hand. “You’re too good to me, Loki. Thank you.”
“Only the best for my pet,” Loki chuckled. He picked the flower up again and made it disappear. You scrunched your eyebrows together but Loki soothed the crinkles on your forehead with his thumb. “I’m going to create a protective case for it later. I don’t want anything to happen to it before that.”
“Makes sense,” you said with a smile. “Hey, you said you got me two gifts. Was that flower both of them?”
“Cheeky girl,” Loki laughed and pressed a kiss to your lips. “No, it wasn’t. There is more.”
Loki just sat there grinning at you. You looked around before settling your gaze back on him.
“Well?”
“You’re going to have to wait until tomorrow,” Loki said. Your face fell and he laughed as he pulled you into his arms and onto his lap. “Consider it another form of delayed gratification.”
“Fuck delayed gratification,” you huffed. Loki continued to laugh as he kissed all over your face.
“I know, little one. It’s just so terrible,” Loki said with a dramatic exaggeration. He kissed your collarbone and sighed. “I’m so happy you’re safe.”
“I’m always safe as long as I’m with you.”
“I hope so, pet. I hope so.”
Notes:
HE'S BACK!!! Did you really think I'd break your hearts like that? Hehehe
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Chapter 15: Touching Yourself Should Be Considered An Art
Summary:
After teasing you with your second gift last night, Loki makes you wait almost a full day before giving it to you finally. And once you receive it, you decide to get...creative.
Notes:
Happy Friday!!! Are you ready to get filthy?? Hehehehehe
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“You’re not staying?”
The question startled Loki. It wasn’t because you had asked it, but it was the way you had asked it. He had just tucked you into bed after magicking some clothing onto himself. You two had been talking for what felt like hours when Loki realized he still had work to do. After getting up and kissing you, Loki promised he’d see you in the morning. Then, you posed your question, thus earning a very halted expression from Loki.
Your eyes were wide and your lower lip was nearly trembling. Your hand was grasping his, keeping him tethered to you by your small fingers. Loki’s heart ached. He wanted to stay with you more than he could explain. Holding you in his arms tonight had made his heart warm and soft. Feeling you in his embrace brought a certain peace over Loki that words could not properly explain. You were a balm for him and he couldn’t resist the comfort you brought him.
But in order to keep that comfort and warmth, Loki had to answer prayers. He had to focus. He couldn’t do so with you in his arms. His mind would be distracted by your soft skin and supple body, and then he would inevitably get carried away and end up with his cock inside of you. It was a loop Loki knew he would fall into.
So, Loki just sighed and threaded his fingers through yours. He kissed your hand as he looked into your eyes.
“I cannot. I have prayers to answer,” Loki reassured you, though he could still sense your fear of waking up alone. As he watched your face fall, Loki was hit with the realization of how confusing, stressful, and perhaps painful it was for you to wake up alone. Then, on top of that, the loss of his protection and care from him not hearing you call for him must have terrified you. Grimacing, Loki knelt back down on the bed and captured your cheek in the palm of his hand. “I will just be in the next room, pet. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise?” you asked, squeezing Loki’s hand tighter. Loki crawled over you, settling his body above yours. You reached up with your free hand and threaded it through his smooth locks. Loki purred and bent his head down, briefly kissing you.
“I promise,” Loki whispered against your lips. He pulled back to look into your eyes and smiled apologetically. “I am quite sorry for scaring you today. I really did not think I would be gone long, nor did I think I would be unable to hear you call for me. Sweetling, I wanted nothing more than to shower you with some gifts and adoration. I fumbled it, admittedly.”
“That’s okay,” you said. You shifted upwards and hooked your arm around Loki’s neck. “You’re here now. That’s what matters.”
“I’m not going anywhere ever again without you by my side,” Loki sighed, shaking his head. “I promise I will not leave without informing you as to where I’m going or how long I’ll be gone for.”
“It’s okay, Loki. You’re not under lock and key here. You can leave whenever you want,” you said.
Loki’s expression was determined as he looked into your eyes. “And what if I don’t want to leave? Ever?”
Your heart skipped a beat and you licked your lips. “Then that’s okay too.”
“Good,” Loki said. “Because there is nowhere else I’d rather be than right here by your side.”
Tears were welling in your eyes and Loki could not stand to see you cry. For a moment, he was worried he had overstepped. After all, it was becoming a bit hard to contain his feelings for you. But then, you tugged him down and kissed him so fervently and with so much heat that Loki’s cock immediately hardened in his silk pants. Your hand unwound from his to pull him down further, your legs spreading beneath the blankets Loki had tucked you under. Loki’s cock poked against your thigh and you pushed up against it, whimpers leaving your mouth and leaking into his. It took every bit of Loki’s willpower not to tear the blanket off from on top of you and sink his swollen cock into your cunt. Your hand cupped his generous length through his pants, and with a gasp, Loki pulled away. Your hand froze as his forehead fell to yours, a chuckle escaping his lips.
“You are such a temptress,” Loki laughed, pulling away to sit back on his haunches. You grinned and pulled the blanket down enough so your breasts spilled out. Loki pressed the heel of his hand to his cock and cursed.
“Don’t you want me, Loki?” you asked with a giggle. You sat up on the bed, kneeling as you threw your arms around Loki’s neck. You lifted a brow as you twirled a lock of Loki’s hair around your finger. “Want to put another hole in the wall?”
“Dammit, woman!” Loki gasped as you pressed your breasts against his shirtless torso. “What have I done to you?”
“You’ve made me confident,” you whispered, your seductive face softening into an expression more tender. “You’ve made me realize that...that someone could want me.”
“You are so wanted, little one,” Loki murmured. “But I did not do all of this. This was you. I introduced you to sex but you have been the one to truly take the reins.”
“What do you mean?” you asked with a cute tilt of your head that had Loki’s heart fluttering like that of a twelve year old boy.
“I may be the dominant one. I may be the one to push your limits. But you, pet…” Loki poked your chest lightly, “...you have told me what you wanted. You have shown me how ready you are for the rougher stuff. You are the one who radiates like an Asgardian summer sun. You are so divine. You have come out of your shell since I met you two weeks ago, sweet. I am so proud of you for taking this journey with me with an open mind.”
“Loki,” you whispered, burying your face in his neck. “Thank you for helping me.”
“Thank you for letting me help you.” Loki rubbed your bare back with one hand. He stroked along your spine and wondered what blessed thing he had done in order to get so lucky as to meet you. Loki pressed his nose into your hair and took a deep breath in, admiring your scent and your sweetness. When you finally pulled back, you were wiping tears from your cheeks. “Hush, pet. No tears. There is no need to cry.”
“I’m just really happy,” you sighed. You pressed a kiss to Loki’s cheek. “Go take care of what you need to take care of. I’ll be here.”
“Yes, my dear. You need to sleep. I wish I could stay to send you off to dreamland,” Loki chuckled.
“Will you stay if I let you watch me touch myself?”
Loki’s cock sprung back to attention. He shut his eyes and groaned, peeling himself away from you slowly. Your hands traveled from his neck, down his arms, and to the front of his pants as he climbed off the bed. He inhaled and could smell the depths of your arousal staining the sheets beneath you.
“You will be the death of me, I am absolutely sure of it,” Loki snickered. He grabbed your chin and leaned over you, a cunning grin growing on his face. “Save that idea for later, kitten.”
Loki swooped down and kissed you. You moaned, whimpering against his mouth as he pillaged your lips. You reached back up to tangle your hands in his hair but Loki caught your wrists. He pulled his mouth away from yours and kissed your hands.
“Sleep,” he purred. He pushed you back down onto the bed and pulled your blankets back up over your nude body. “I will see you in the morning.”
“Goodnight, Loki,” you giggled, your eyes trained on the flush on his face from kissing you.
“Goodnight my devious little pet.” Loki kissed your forehead before erecting his back and leaving your room. He closed the door quietly behind him. His eyes moved to the hole that he put in your wall and he snorted. He walked over to it and looked at you through it for a moment. You squirmed around in bed before pulling your blankets all the way up to your nose and sighing peacefully. Loki smiled and let out an adoring sigh before sealing the hole in the wall.
Just then, there was the sound of metal jiggling. Loki furrowed his brows and turned towards your door. Loki stayed completely silent, staring at the door in anticipation. There was a cough and the sound of shuffling feet from behind the door, amplified by the gentle shadow that could be seen from under the door crack. Loki immediately sprung into action. He grabbed his dagger out of subspace and crept towards the door, making sure his footsteps were silent. Being barefoot was convenient, Loki realized. When he reached the door, Loki whipped his hand out and flung the door open, holding his knife out.
But no one was there. Loki narrowed his eyes and stepped out into the hallway that led to your apartment. He looked around but could not see anyone. He shut his eyes and listened for something, anything, but not even a stray footstep or hurried breath could be heard.
Stepping back inside, Loki placed an extra ward of protection over the apartment. He locked the door and sealed it shut. It seemed he was paranoid more or less these days. You had told him about the old woman who was blind in her left eye and frequently mistook your door for hers. Loki took a sigh of relief. It must have just been her.
Walking back into the living room after waving his knife away, Loki settled down on the couch and spread his arms over the back cushions. Cooper huffed and crawled over to him and rested his head on Loki’s thigh.
“Did I say you could do that?” Loki asked the tired dog.
Cooper opened one eye and licked his wet nose. “No. But quite frankly, I don’t give a fuck.”
“Quite the mouth on you,” Loki snorted before relaxing into the couch. One of his hands fell to Cooper’s head and he began scratching the dog’s noggin without even realizing it. Cooper was humming against Loki’s hand as they rested there.
Loki shut his eyes, ready to reach out and touch the flares. But when he began to pick up their traces, he was overwhelmed with the amount of power surging from some random spot near your home. It wasn’t as strong as the magic radiating from your apartment or from your job, but it was clear that there was a significant trace of power there. Loki paused as he felt that spot - you had mentioned that you went to the park with Cooper.
“Dog,” Loki said, shaking Cooper awake. Cooper growled but lifted his head, looking at Loki with a look that held so much distaste, Loki nearly flinched. He gestured towards your room and raised an eyebrow. “She said you went to the park today. Do you know exactly where this park was?”
“Uh, about ten blocks away. Turned left, walked another two blocks, and we were there.”
“Fuck,” Loki hissed. That was precisely where another set of flares was coming from. Loki ran his hand down his face and set about answering the prayers of those who were calling for Loki.
He was at this through the night - answering prayers, scratching Cooper’s head, and occasionally passing out from sheer exhaustion. And as the sun began to rise in the morning, Loki knew this was not a problem that could be solved in a single night.
Or so he thought.
Rising from the couch - which Cooper growled at him for because, quote, “buddy, can’t you see I’m sleeping on your thigh here?” - Loki stretched and let out a fierce yawn. He hoped your night was better than his. Loki sighed and shook his head, walking into the kitchen. He stared at your table and remembered the Livets Blomst and how he needed to create a container for it. Though he was tired from the excessive answering of prayers, this was important and could not wait. Loki didn’t know when that little beady pearl would be needed on you, though he hoped he would never need to use it.
Loki pulled the flower from its pocket of subspace and placed it gently on the table. The petals were still shut snuggly around the pearl. Loki tapped into the deepest pools of his magic. He placed his hands forward and drew the shape of the container with his fingers. The glass appeared on the table as he shaped it in his mind. There was a near explosion of light that Loki was afraid would wake you before the glass shell appeared on the table. Loki admired the elegant design of the clear encasement that would house the Livets Blomst. He had created it with such care and concentration that only he and you would be able to lift the lid, shove it off the table, or break it to pieces.
In essence, not a soul in the universe could access this flower except the two of you. It was a bit romantic, now that he thought of it.
Loki lifted the extravagant case from the table and picked up the flower. He placed it under the glass container and sealed it shut. Once the housing unit was closed, the flower began floating in it and the petals blossomed, revealing the treasure hidden within. But when Loki looked at what was inside, his eyes widened and he nearly stumbled backwards.
There was a second healing pearl inside of the Livets Blomst.
Loki practically pressed his face to the glass, staring at the flower in disbelief. The flower only had one pearl when he had taken it, but now there were two shiny, creamy orbs nestled inside of the royal blue petals. It dawned on Loki just then that when he gifted the garden his gift of fertility, it had affected this flower as well. His power was so great, so immense, that he had spawned a second pearl inside of the legendary flower.
He wasn’t quite sure what to do with this information. On the bright side, he had two ways to heal you now. If you ever needed saving twice, you would be fine. However, the more he looked at the precious pearls, the more his mind began to stir and delve into curious places.
“The pearl is supposed to be able to heal anything,” Loki murmured to himself. He lifted the glass container away from the flower and picked it up delicately by its stem. “So can you heal a planet, by any chance?”
It was a risky thought, Loki knew that. There was no way to tell whether this would work. But technically, Midgard was suffering. It was poisoned by his magic, thus tainting the minds of his followers. If the pearl could heal anything, Loki pondered if it could heal the flares of magic being sent out across your portion of Midgard.
Loki plucked one of the pearls from the flower before he could second guess his decision. He stored the Livets Blomst safely in its container before holding the pearl in his hand. He shut his eyes and closed a fist around the pearl before letting his magic sink into it. He willed the power of the pearl to expand and clean the section of Midgard that was infected, for lack of better terms. Loki then tapped into the flares as the pearl began glowing in his hand.
And it worked.
The flares were rapidly shrinking, pulling away from where they were blanketed over the near area and returning to your apartment and your workplace. Loki grinned, tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he felt his magic shrinking. The weight on his shoulders was disappearing as relief swelled over him. It worked. The Livets Blomst worked. As the pearl turned to dust and the flares vanished, Loki collapsed onto the floor. Cooper barked and jumped from the couch, stumbling into the kitchen before sniffing at Loki’s face. Loki laughed - a genuine, elated laugh that had his stomach hurting - as he scratched Cooper’s face.
“What the fuck has gotten into you?”
“Things are perfect, Cooper,” Loki said, throwing his arms around the dog. “They are fucking perfect!”
Cooper huffed and nipped at Loki’s arm. “Let go of me.”
“Oh, you grump,” Loki scoffed, pulling away. He rested on his elbows on the floor, tears still tracking down his face. “I fixed it. The flares. They’re gone.”
“Damn, really?”
Loki shut his eyes and reached out for the flares. Well, they weren’t completely gone. There was the faintest flicker still existing in your home and at your job, but that wasn’t surprising. Those destinations had been flooded with so much magic that his powers were perhaps combating the pearl. But the flame of his magic was so small, so faint, that it was nearly undetectable. It was nothing to worry about. That, he believed, could be fixed with prayers. However, it wasn’t something to worry about now. The giant wave of magic was gone and now Odin wouldn’t be able to find a proper reason to come to Midgard. Two flickers of magic were typical, practically expected when a god came to this realm. The thought put such joy in Loki’s heart that he let his head fall down to the tile floor as he stared at the ceiling.
“Mostly gone,” Loki whispered. “But it’s better, Cooper. It’s so much better. She’s going to be safe.”
“She better be.” Cooper got up and plopped himself down onto Loki’s chest. “Well...thanks for helping her.”
“You’re welcome,” Loki said, scratching behind Cooper’s ear. “Thank you for being there for her yesterday. I went to Alfheim and it blocked the pendant’s magic so I could not hear her calling for me. I apologize for the carelessness.”
“Eh, it’s worth it if it fixed this shit.”
“Good point,” Loki sighed. “I can’t wait until she wakes up. I just want to kiss her.”
“Ew.”
“You literally lick your own ass.”
“That’s different.”
With that, Loki and Cooper rested on the floor until you trudged out of your room a few hours later. Loki snapped his head up as he saw you walk into the kitchen only wearing his shirt and a pair of leggings. His cock immediately flagged as you stared at him, one eyebrow raised upwards.
“Am I disturbing something here?” you giggled, pointing at Cooper snoring on top of Loki. He all but pushed Cooper onto the floor - which the sleeping dog barely noticed - before hopping to his feet and pressing you to the wall. His lips were on yours in seconds, capturing your mouth in his and drinking you up with his sweet, savory tongue. When Loki finally pulled back, your chest was rising and falling unevenly, trying to catch your breath. “Well good morning to you too.”
“I missed you,” Loki purred, bending down to kiss your hands. “How did you sleep?”
“Good,” you said, clenching your teeth to stop yourself from saying what you really wanted to say. It would have been better if you were there. Smiling, you patted Loki’s chest. “How are you doing?”
“Wonderful,” Loki exclaimed with complete and heavy honesty. “I didn’t have time to make breakfast before you woke up so…” Loki waved his hand and on your kitchen table appeared a dozen plates full of breakfast food. Loki looked back at you with a wide grin. “Magical breakfast will have to do.”
“As long as I don’t need to clean any of these plates, I’m fine with anything,” you laughed. Your eyes caught sight of the Livets Blomst planted in the center of the table, floating in a glass container. You walked over to it and brushed your fingers over the glass. “It’s beautiful.”
“And it’s all yours,” Loki murmured in your ear, pressing a soft kiss just above your pulse.
“It looks just like the rose from Beauty and the Beast,” you noted with a smile. You turned around as Loki gave you a confused look. You gasped and poked his chest. “Have you never seen Beauty and the Beast?”
“No, I haven’t,” he admitted. Your jaw visibly dropped and Loki pushed up on the underside of your chin, but your mouth only fell open again.
“You’re telling me that you used to hang out and write songs with Freddie Mercury but you never watched Beauty and the Beast?” you asked.
“Goodness, pet, no. Arrest me, why don’t you,” Loki snorted.
You narrowed your eyes. “We’re going to change that.”
“I’m sure we are,” Loki sighed playfully.
Humming, you reached up on your toes and pressed a light kiss to Loki’s sweet lips. You went to sit down but Loki grabbed your hips. You squealed as he sat down and pulled you into his lap. You tossed your arms around his neck as he balanced you on his thigh. “You’re in a touchy mood this morning.”
“It’s been at least twelve hours since I’ve been able to hold you. I’m a needy, needy man, pet,” Loki purred, hugging you tighter with one arm. He picked up a piece of buttered toast and held it up. “Open up, kitten.”
“I’m used to hearing that in a different context,” you said with a wink before taking a bite out of the toast. You chewed it slowly before swallowing. It did not go unnoticed that Loki’s eyes were trained on you the entire time. Nervously, you looked down at your hands as a blush covered your cheeks.
“What is it, little one?” Loki asked, still holding the toast. You took another bite before redirecting your gaze back to his.
“Is it present time?” you asked. Loki burst into laughter but shook his head. He forced the toast back towards your mouth and made you finish the slice before he patted your butt with his hand.
“No,” he answered simply. “It will wait until later.”
“You love torturing me, don’t you?” you asked with an eye roll. You picked up a slice of bacon before Loki swiped it from your hand so he could feed it to you instead. You never thought you would enjoy someone feeding you but as Loki slipped the slice of juicy bacon between your lips, you realized how endearing this actually was. Loki had perched you on his lap just so he could be close to you and take care of you. The blush had worked its way back onto your cheeks as Loki pressed a kiss to your jaw.
“I do. I really, really do.”
Loki and you shared the rest of the breakfast - most of which was consumed by him and his endless stomach. Afterwards, Loki bent you over the table and fucked you, his hand pressed to the back of your neck and his groans filling the small room. This time, the table almost broke, but at least Loki was conscious enough to move you and him onto the chair before it collapsed.
But when Loki had said you would get your gift later, he truly meant later. The entire day, you had been waiting anxiously for what he could have possibly gotten you. You wanted to say that you were modest, but truthfully it had been a while since you had gotten a present. You felt like a child on Christmas as you tapped your foot anxiously for Loki’s surprise. However, the god was patient. He voluntarily watched Beauty and the Beast to pass the time, as well as cooked up three more meals - much too large for only you to consume - before sitting you down on the couch to present your gift to you.
You sat with your legs folded beside you as Loki slowly eased himself down beside you. He smirked as you bounced a bit in place, your hands anything but idle.
“I think you might be excited,” he said, looking at your jittery hands.
“I am, Master,” you laughed lightly. “Can I please have my gift now?”
“You have been such a good, patient girl. Yes,” Loki whispered. “There’s only one issue, though...there’s more than one gift.”
“What?” you gasped. Loki grinned and cleared the small coffee table in front of the couch. He placed his hands over the empty table and let his magic flow through him. The table glowed green as you watched the silhouettes of some unknown objects occupy the tabletop. They solidified as the green shimmer faded away, and when you took a look at the contents, you sat there in confusion. “Loki? What is this?”
“They’re art supplies from Alfheim,” Loki said, turning around and placing his hand on your knee. “A master artist gave them to me just for you. Each piece is crafted with you in mind. Like this…” Loki reached down and picked up a long piece of glass with a sharp silver tip. “If you touch the glass end of this against anything, it will recreate the color of that object. Look.”
Loki pressed the glass bulb at the end of the pen to the brown table. He then created a piece of paper and dragged the silver tip along the page, revealing an ink the exact color of the table.
“Oh my gosh,” you gasped, taking the pen into your hands. Despite its elegant and complex look, it fit perfectly in your hand. The pen was balanced beautifully and wasn’t too heavy nor too light. You looked back at the table and pointed at another object. “What’s that?”
“Ah, this is a special sketchbook,” Loki explained, picking up a book of white sheets. “It is meant to withstand any weather. Rain, cold, heat, sun - not a problem. The page will not wilt, dampen, or fade. And if you’d like to turn it into canvas, simply tear the page out and place it on an easel. It will mold and form into canvas.”
“Wow,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes. Loki continued to explain each and every object on the table. There were things there that you didn’t think could ever possibly exist. Your artist's heart fluttered as he pointed out how each piece he had crafted just for you. When he was finished showing you everything, you jumped into Loki’s lap and buried your face in his neck. “Loki, this is so amazing. I’m...thank you. Thank you so much.”
“Pet, look at me,” Loki instructed. You pulled your face out and stared into Loki’s sparkling green eyes. “This is what you deserve. You deserve to be given gifts and a life of luxury. I want to give that to you. I want to give you everything. You mean more to me than anyone else and if this is how I can show you that, then that is what I will do. My darling, I…”
You held your breath as Loki got stuck on his words. You wanted him to say it. You wanted him to tell you that he loved you.
Because you loved him.
You knew you did, there was no denying it now. After everything that had happened these past two weeks, you were sure that Loki would be the only person to ever occupy the sheltered space of your heart. He had come into your house and made it actually feel like home. You never wanted to be without him, and as long as he was here, you knew you were safe, protected, and cared for. You were wanted. You were cherished. And maybe, just maybe, you were loved.
But then, Loki licked his lips and sighed. “I adore you.”
You threaded your fingers through his hair and ignored the twinge of mild disappointment in your chest.
“I adore you too, Loki,” you said. You leaned in and kissed him. His mouth opened and his tongue sunk between your lips. His kiss was slow, intimate, and full of so much heat that you were already wet. His cock was hard in his pants as he slowly grinded against you. You moaned against him as his hands gripped your ass through your leggings.
“Too much clothing,” Loki nearly growled.
As his hands frantically felt you, an idea popped into your head. You pulled away and pressed your hands against the planes of Loki’s chest. You bit your lip playfully as you rocked down against him.
“We can fix that,” you whispered. “Loki, will you let me draw you?”
“Draw me?” Loki asked with surprise. “That is not what I anticipated you would say.”
“Well, I really want to try out these new art supplies. Plus, I...I want a piece of you. A picture, a drawing, whatever it is - I want to create something of you,” you said.
“I’d love that, pet.” Loki gave you a cheeky smile. He batted his eyelashes and gave you his best seductive look. “Draw me like one of your French girls.”
“Titanic?” you giggled, your sides hurting from how hard you were giggling. Loki watched you laugh on top of him with such admiration that he was sure if you looked closely, you could see the adoration on his face. You rolled your eyes and ran your hands down Loki’s chest. “You know what happened after Rose said that?”
“The boat sank.”
“Loki!” you laughed again. “You’re not wrong. But I meant that she got naked. So…” you stood abruptly and gestured towards Loki. “Strip.”
“Bossy little thing, you are,” Loki snorted. He quickly shucked his clothing off and you took a moment to examine his lean body, perfectly sculpted and pale like cream. His cock, however, was practically red as it bounced up, hard and aching to be touched. You hummed and placed your hands on Loki’s shoulders.
“Will you lay down on the couch for me?” you asked. Loki nodded and stretched himself out so he was laying down, one arm behind his head and the other dangling towards the floor. You shifted his legs a bit and offered him a smile once you were finished. “Perfect.”
“I know I am,” he said with a cocky wink. You rolled your eyes as you fetched your easel from the storage closet. Once it was set up precisely where you wanted it, you picked up the canvas book. You tore one sheet out and placed it on the easel. You watched as the paper stretched and formed into a canvas board before your very eyes. You ran your hands over the sheet and sighed.
“This is incredible,” you whispered.
“You know what is not incredible? You being clothed while I’m nude,” Loki said.
“You literally fucked me last night while you were fully dressed in thick armor and I wasn’t in a scrap of clothing,” you pointed out, picking up a few of the graphite sticks that Loki had brought for you. You pulled up a chair and took a seat behind the canvas.
“Yes, but that’s different. Now, as your Master, I insist you remove your clothing,” Loki said sternly. The submissive in you wanted to strip, solely to please Loki, and you nodded. You discarded your clothing and sat back down. Loki grinned and ran his fingers along his hard cock before letting his hand fall back to the floor again. “That’s my good girl.”
“Thank you, Master,” you said with a light blush.
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat as you picked up the graphite and began sketching. You had never created any art while being naked but something about it felt somewhat liberating. You didn’t need to worry about an errant sleeve falling down or your shoes being too tight and becoming irritating or confining. While the draft made the hairs on your arms stand up, it was comforting to feel the gentle push of air along your skin as you worked.
It had been a long time since you sketched a person, and you never actually had an actual person to sketch in the first place. Whenever you drew people, you were copying photographs or other artists. But now, you had Prince Loki of Asgard, God of Mischief and Sex, draped over your couch allowing you to sketch him. And he was a marvelous subject. He stayed perfectly still, his chest barely even moving as he breathed slowly in and out of his nose. The light from the setting sun was streaking across his body, giving him the perfect golden sheen. It was rather calming being here with him, the only sound filling the room being your graphite scratching the canvas.
The only distracting thing was that Loki’s cock was still very hard.
It had been resting across him, aching and straining to be touched. When you went to sketch that part of him, your breath hitched and your wrist twitched. Loki must have noticed because he moved for the first time in over an hour, his lips quirking up into a smile.
“How is it looking, pet?” he asked, his fingers curling along the floor. Admittedly, the drawing was coming out rather excellent. You had managed to capture his expression almost perfectly and the graphite sticks weren’t dragging or staining any part of the page that they shouldn’t be. But the beauty of the drawing wasn’t what you were focused on. Instead, your eyes were concentrated on the long, hard cock that was begging for your touch. You licked your lips and slowly sketched the image of his erection onto the canvas, your heart pounding in your chest.
“Good,” you squeaked out. “It looks...very good.”
“Mmm, I’m sure it does,” Loki purred in a deep, sultry voice. You kept your eyes on the canvas for the next few minutes. You heard Loki clear his throat and when you looked up, his hand was wrapped around his cock. You froze, graphite halfway to the canvas as he began stroking himself. He groaned and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, but when they reopened, they were staring right at you. “Keep drawing, pet.”
“O-Okay,” you stuttered. You tried to focus on the task at hand but it was far too difficult seeing Loki stroke his cock out of your peripheral vision. Your hand trembled, and when he groaned your name, you felt yourself getting wet. You shifted in your chair as Loki fucked his fist faster. You ended up placing the graphite down and staring at Loki. “Loki, please.”
“What, pet? Do you want me to stay still?” Loki asked, offering you an innocent look. He let his hand stay wrapped firmly around his cock but continued to tease his swollen head with his thumb. He moaned and arched his back a bit. “I can’t help myself, darling. You look like a goddess sitting there nude as you draw me. I want nothing more than to ravage you but alas, I must stay here. Your perfect muse.”
“I can take a break,” you whispered.
“Oh, no. That would be awfully rude of me to have you stop your portrait just so I could let you please me,” Loki cooed. He sighed and continued to stroke his cock with his large, agile hand. You pressed your thighs together as Loki took a deep breath of air through his nose. “But ah, you tempt me still.”
“I’m almost done, Master. Really I can stop for now,” you said quickly.
Loki shook his head almost regretfully. “Even more of a reason not to make you stop. You are so far along.”
“Please,” you begged. “Touch me.”
“You want me to touch you?” Loki asked. He clicked his tongue but then paused, his hand frozen on his cock. He grinned and looked back at you. “Well, there is a way…”
You almost shrieked as a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind. You whipped around, only to gape at what was behind you.
Or rather, who was behind you.
“Hello, pet,” Loki said. His eyes flickered to the drawing and he hummed in acknowledgement. “Yes, very nice. It looks absolutely perfect. It must help having such a pretty muse.”
“I agree,” the Loki on the couch said. You gasped as you looked back at the couch. Loki was still laying there, his hand still stroking his cock as his eyes glittered with mischievousness. “Oh, don’t look so shocked, kitten. You know I’m full of magic.”
“Yes, but...but how is this possible?” you gasped, still looking between the two Loki’s in your living room. “There’s two of you.”
“It’s not that complicated,” the Loki behind you said. “We’re both Loki. My consciousness splits its two so if I wanted to, I could be in two places at once.”
He accentuated that statement with a wink and you knew he meant something a bit more dirtier than he intended by it.
“Wow,” you whimpered. You lifted your hand up and placed it on Loki’s chest, marveling at how he felt exactly like the Loki you had come to know. You dragged your fingers downwards and paused when you reached his cock. You turned back slowly to the Loki on the couch. “What would you like me to do, Master?”
“Continue drawing, of course,” Loki said nonchalantly. Suddenly, you were hoisted up and Loki’s clone was sitting beneath you. He placed you on his lap and wrapped one strong arm around you. His free hand dipped down and rested deviously on your inner thigh. He could feel the heat radiating from your core and it made his cock twitch against your back.
“Go on, pet,” Loki’s clone whispered in your ear.
You nodded shakily and retrieved the graphite you had put down. You watched Loki adjust himself on the couch, but he never removed his hand from his cock. He continued to stroke himself as you added some detail to the drawing, sweat beading on your brow. You became lost in your work after a few minutes, unaware of Loki’s clone’s hand moving closer and closer to your cunt until he drifted two fingers along your wet seam. You squeaked and bounced forward, but his arm remained hooked around you as he dragged you back into his lap.
“Keep going,” he murmured. You took a deep breath and flicked the graphite against the canvas. Loki’s clone began kissing the back of your neck as his fingers danced along your cunt. You whined and rolled your head to the side but continued to draw, your hand moving much slower and shakier than before. Loki’s tongue licked along your pulse before he nibbled the fine skin there. Two long fingers sunk into your core as you moaned and almost dropped the stick of graphite. Luckily you caught it, but neither Loki missed the trembling of your hands.
“She’s very sensitive today,” Loki said from the couch as he watched his clone play with you. It was utterly arousing to watch his fingers fuck your tight hole. He admired how good you two looked together and he was sure there would never be a finer pair of specimens to ever roam the Nine Realms. Your back arched as Loki’s clone teased your clit, his lips still sucking at your neck.
“She is,” his clone chuckled as he curled his fingers inside of you. You gasped, the drawing completely forgotten until Loki pinched your side. “Work, pet. Work for your orgasm.”
“Y-Yes, Master,” you said, fluttering your eyes open. You did your best to work on the drawing - truly, you tried - but it was nearly impossible to focus when Loki’s clone was massaging your inner walls with those long, dexterous fingers. Your head fell back onto his shoulder as you rode his hand, his thumb attacking your clit in small, wicked circles.
“Fuck,” you heard Loki hiss. You opened your eyes and locked your gaze with Loki. He was laying across the couch, his jaw locked and his eyes hard as steel. His hand was working over his cock in slow, hard pumps as he watched his clone finger you. You tilted your head forward and stared at him as you lifted yourself up and dropped down onto his clone's fingers. You whispered his name as you braced yourself with one hand tossed back into his clone’s hair and the other on his thigh. The drawing was abandoned, forgotten on its easel as you let yourself be played like a fine instrument by the clone.
“I bet you want him to join us, don’t you?” Loki’s clone whispered in your ear. You gasped, your walls clenching around his fingers as you imagined getting fucked by two Loki’s. He laughed and pushed a third finger into you. “You do, you dirty little slut. You want two cocks just for you.”
“Only yours,” you admitted.
“Good girl,” both Loki’s said in unison. You blushed, feeling a bit self-conscious under the dark, scrutinizing gaze of two Loki’s. The clone turned your face towards his and he glanced at Loki.
“Let’s put on a show for him, shall we?” Loki’s clone asked. You nodded and Loki pulled you forward, sealing your lips to his. He kicked the easel aside with his foot, ensuring it didn’t fall or collapse on itself.
This gave Loki on the couch a much better view. He groaned, fucking his fist as he watched himself make out with you. He couldn’t explain the odd feeling of simultaneous jealousy and arousal he felt. He was jealous because he wanted to be kissing you - though technically, he was kissing you. He could feel your lips on his own as if he was the one with you in his lap. It was an odd sensation, but one he wouldn’t give up or question.
Alternatively, he was heavily aroused. It was one thing to watch you in a mirror or look down at your cunt. But watching from the sidelines, seeing every detail and every edge of your body move, flicker, and writhe against him had him practically sweating. Loki gripped his cock tighter, fighting the insistent urge to cum all over his closed fist as his clone finger-fucked you with no sense of mercy.
When you pulled away from Loki’s clone’s lips, your gaze fell back to Loki touching himself. You spread your legs wider, wanting Loki to see everything. You pushed your breasts out as his clone bit the back of your neck and hissed your name. His cock was rocking against your ass as his three fingers began scissoring you, preparing you for his gorgeous cock.
“Loki, please,” you begged, panting so hard that your chest had become irritated and flushed. “Make me cum.”
“I will, baby, I will,” Loki’s clone whispered. The original Loki cursed and tossed his head back, his cock straining in his fist. The clone curled his fingers upwards and rubbed against your G-spot, and when his thumb tapped on your clit, you came with a shout.
“Loki! Fuck, Master!” you gasped as you leaked all over the clone’s hand. He grinned against your neck and helped you ride out your orgasm. When you had finally come down from your high, he removed his hand from you and brought it to his mouth to clean. Once he finished that, he grabbed you by your hair and tugged you in for a kiss. You tasted yourself on his lips but that didn’t stop you from grinding back against him and silently begging him for more. Loki’s lips moved down to your neck as you turned and watched Loki on the couch. You threaded your fingers in the clone’s hair and gave Loki a sultry look. “Come join us, Loki.”
“Not today, pet,” he grunted.
“Why not? Don’t you want me to suck your cock while your clone fucks my pussy?” you asked. Both Loki’s groaned and the one beneath you bucked up against you.
“I do. Fuck, I really, really do. But you’re not ready,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I am ready. Give it to me,” you begged. “I want to ride him while you cum down my throat.”
“Stop it, pet. Don’t tempt me,” Loki growled. Fuck, Loki really wanted to play with you while his clone fucked you. It was a thought that had admittedly distracted him many, many nights as he answered prayers. He could just imagine how perfectly sinful you would look as he came in both your hot cunt and on your tongue. Loki had to practically claw the couch to keep himself held back. But for now, he just wanted to watch you. He wanted to see what it was like to watch himself fuck you, and if he let go of his own rules, he was unsure of whether or not he would be able to control both him and his clone in a threesome with you.
But you were really fucking testing his restraints.
“Please, Master. Please let me fuck you and your clone. I need it so badly,” you whined.
“Enough!” Loki practically shouted. He looked at his clone, who had raised his head from your neck. “Gag her and fuck her. She needs to be taught a lesson.”
“With pleasure.” Loki’s clone winked.
“Huh?” you asked before there was a gag shoved into your mouth. You looked at Loki and he gave you a stern look, his eyes watching you carefully. He held a single hand up as the clone raised you above his cock.
“Wait,” he said. “Pet, what’s your color?”
There was some sort of garbled noise coming from behind your gag but you couldn’t properly speak. Instead, you reached down to the coffee table and picked up a green piece of chalk. Loki chuckled and gave a look of pride.
“Smart girl. I’m very proud of you,” Loki said honestly. Your heart fluttered at his praise, but the rapid beating quickly halted as his clone lowered you onto his cock. You squealed behind the gag and reached behind you to grab at Loki’s clone’s hair. You tugged on his locks as he bottomed out, his cock stuffed perfectly inside of you. You tried your best to keep your eyes open so you could watch Loki but the pleasure was so overwhelming that you had no choice but to roll your head back onto the clone’s shoulder.
“I’m going to fuck you like the naughty bitch you are,” Loki’s clone said into your ear before biting at your earlobe. His hands held your hips as he lifted you up and slammed you back down onto his cock. Your thighs trembled dramatically as he continued to bounce you on his cock, his own hips bucking upwards to meet yours.
“Oh, fuck,” Loki groaned on the couch, his hand viciously working over his cock. “Put your hand around her throat. She loves that.”
“Such a wonderful idea. It’s almost like I thought of it,” the clone snickered. You could hear Loki laughing along with him as a strong hand wrapped around your neck. Your cunt clenched and you whimpered, the gag becoming wet in your mouth. Loki’s clone cooed as his cock twitched inside of you from your eager reaction. “Hm, you really do love that, pet.”
“Good. Now fuck her harder. I want to hear her scream behind that gag,” Loki instructed, and his clone readily listened. He was fucking you so hard that your thighs were beginning to ache and your cunt was becoming sore. You tried moaning his name but it came out as a mess of random noises. Instead, you resorted to tugging his hair and grabbing his thigh.
Watching you get fucked was an image that would be burned into Loki’s mind for the rest of his life. There you were, gagged, choked, and getting absolutely pounded by his clone and you were loving it. Your poor, tight hole was gaping to accommodate the size of his clone’s cock - which Loki would remember for the rest of his life. He could tell from your flushed chest and the way you were spasming that you were also incredibly aroused from being used like this. Loki smirked as he squeezed his cock, moving his fist in time with the clone’s thrusts. And thanks to his wondrous magic, Loki could practically feel the heat of your tight, wet cunt enveloping his own cock.
“Give him a show,” Loki’s clone whispered in your ear. “Play with yourself like you promised you would last night. Look into his eyes. Show him how sexy you are.”
Though your vision was blurry and your body felt weak from all of the pleasure you were receiving, you managed to lift your head and open your eyes. When you caught sight of Loki touching himself - nostrils flared and jaw clenched - you almost came. The way he touched himself was practically poetic. You imagined him awake at night as he stroked his cock with a tight fist, moaning and arching his back with pleasure. Briefly, you wondered if this was what he did at night after you went to sleep. Your cunt tightened and became even wetter at the mental image you had conjured up with that thought.
Then, he moaned your name as he gave you a sultry, lustful look. You wanted to make him proud of you. You pressed down on the clone’s cock as you stared into Loki’s eyes. You two couldn’t stop looking at each other. This reminded you vaguely of the night he watched you touch yourself with the toy he created for you, except something about this was so much more erotic. You were fucking him as he watched you, and from the looks of it, neither of you were going to hold on much longer.
“Touch yourself,” Loki said in a deep, gravelly voice. “Play with your clit for me.”
You moaned out a weak “yes, Master” behind your gag before letting your hand fall to your clit. You began swiping the bud in small, graceless circles. Loki’s clone tightened his grip on your neck as he thrusted into you faster. You were seeing stars as Loki’s hand increased speed on his cock, his thumb teasing the swollen head. His other hand shot down to fondle his balls and you whined, desperate to taste him on your tongue.
“Do you want to cum, baby girl? Do you want him to watch me cum inside your wet cunt, claiming you as my sweet little whore?” Loki’s clone asked. You nodded quickly, gripping his hair harder. He grinned and squeezed your neck harder. “Cum then, pet. Let him watch you cum on my cock.”
Your fingers swiped over yourself faster and with a screech, you came. Your orgasm was powerful, winding you as your pussy clenched around Loki’s cock. He gasped and hissed your name through his teeth as he spilled inside of you. Just as the clone shot into you, Loki came over his fist on the couch, his back arched dramatically as ropes of white cum spurted over his abs. You whimpered, a second orgasm hitting you as you watched the sight unfold. Loki’s clone unwrapped his hand from your neck before he kissed your neck gently and pulled the gag from your mouth. You sighed in relief as he kissed your jaw.
“Good girl,” he whispered. He tilted your head to look at him and he kissed you on the lips. “I will see you soon.”
Loki’s clone pulled his cock from you and he disappeared, fading away with a green shimmer and a promising wink. You looked down and watched as his cum dripped out of you. Your shaky hands fell to your thighs as you scooped up his cum and slipped it back inside of you. Apparently, you weren’t the only one amazed by the sight, because Loki let out a groan on the couch as he watched you play with his cum.
“You are a divine creature,” he sighed. He reached his hand out and you saw a few drops of cum sticking to his fingers. “Come to me, kitten.”
“Yes, Master,” you whispered. You sank to your knees and crawled across the floor. Loki raised a brow at you as you reached his hand. You wrapped your lips around his fingers and sucked him clean, swallowing his cum with a happy sigh. When you were done cleaning his hands, you scooted over to where he was laying. You reached up and licked the cum from his abs. You felt his muscles twitch under your tongue and you whimpered. Loki watched you as he held his breath, his hands still at his side. After cleaning him, you crawled up onto Loki and kissed him slowly. “Thank you, Loki. That was absolutely incredible.”
“You’re very welcome, pet,” he breathed out after you pulled away.
“You’re really hot when you touch yourself,” you giggled, dragging your nails up Loki’s chest. “I should have drawn that.”
“Next time,” Loki said with a cheeky wink.
You giggled and blushed before you paused and looked away. “Speaking of next time...could you please join in next time you bring your clone into the bedroom? I really want to have you both fuck me.”
“We’ll see. It could very intense. I know we’ve gone to some rougher places but I truly want you to be prepared, physically and emotionally, for that. If I fuck you with my clone, we will not go easy on you. Do you understand?” Loki whispered and you nodded. He pulled you down and kissed you again. This kiss was slow and intimate, and you were both sealed in this perfect moment with one another. When you were nearly breathless, Loki pulled back and kissed your cheek. “You mean the world to me.”
You two laid there peacefully until the moon had risen and you had almost fallen asleep. Loki was content holding you, a happiness existing in him that he did not know could exist. He was so proud of you for embracing this hot, heavy world of sex and trusting him with your entire being. You didn’t even question the clone. You were ready to please him and be pleased.
But most of all, you were curled against him like you wanted him. Your breath was bouncing off of his chest and the tip of your nose was poking against him. Your warm, supple body was resting above his like a protective blanket, shielding him from every one of his fears. Loki held you tighter and realized that he could not possibly spend the night without you. He needed to keep holding you. He needed to be with you finally.
Because he knew that Kassandra had been right.
When you were floating on the brink of consciousness and unconsciousness, Loki scooped you into his arms and carried you to bed. He placed you in the bed and for a moment, you thought you were dreaming when he crawled into your bed beside you. He pulled the blankets up over you as you curled into his chest.
“When do you need to go answer prayers tonight?” you asked sleepily.
“I don’t,” he whispered. “I’m staying tonight.”
“You’re staying?” you asked, tilting your head up to look at him. Loki smiled and nodded. He brushed his fingers along your cheek before wrapping his arms around you and pulling your body directly against his.
“Yes, pet. I’m staying. Go to sleep. I will be here right beside you when you wake up,” Loki said softly, nuzzling into the top of your head.
Perhaps he should have taken the time to answer prayers that night. But really, the flares were under control again. He didn’t need to worry about them. For now, he just wanted to lay here and hold you through the night, fall asleep beside you, and wake up in your arms. You smiled against his naked chest and pressed a kiss to his warm skin.
“Thank you,” you murmured. “Goodnight, Loki.”
“Goodnight, my love.”
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Chapter 16: A Wake Up Call Between Your Legs
Summary:
For the first time since Loki met you, he decides to stay the night in your bed. Holding you has roused some interesting thoughts on Loki’s end, so it’s time to take a look into his mind and what goes on throughout the night. And in the morning, it only feels appropriate for Loki to devour you thoroughly.
TW: creepy men (seems appropriate to tag this just in case)
Notes:
Happy Friday everyone! This chapter was actually really hard to write. I had like, so much writer's block with this one. So hopefully it turned out okay! Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!
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Loki slept peacefully.
It was a marvelous thing, he realized, how blissful a long, peaceful sleep actually felt. He had not slept that way in years - decades, centuries, he lost count. He really had not slept normally since that terrible night when he was fourteen, but with you, that changed. The warmth of your body lulled him into a deep, restful sleep.
Loki did not even intend to fall asleep. Honestly, he was planning on just holding you throughout the night. When you fell asleep on his chest and your snores filled the room, Loki had chuckled and kissed the top of your head. Those snores, as stupid and as horrid as they were, were yours. They were a sign of your life and rest and simple existence. Your snores bounced off the walls and rang in his ears, and he loved it. He loved hearing you and feeling your breath reflect off his naked skin. It made him hold you a bit tighter, impossibly closer to his body.
And those very snores helped drag him to the depths of unconsciousness. It was a mix of your snores, your body heat, and your arms around him that came to form a cocktail designed to send him to sleep. Loki tried to fight it - because sleep brought nightmares, nightmares brought disturbance, and disturbance brought him away from this beautiful, perfect moment - but you brought him far too much comfort.
On nights where Loki actually managed to sleep - whether that was with the use of alcohol or not - he usually found himself waking up nearly every hour. And each hour when he woke, it was from a dark, dreadful nightmare. They varied, and there was never really a pattern to how they occurred, but at least once a night, he imagined his assassin kneeling over his body with a knife in their hand. Sometimes Loki managed to disarm the assassin, sometimes Loki was killed, sometimes the assassin wasn’t even the man who had tried to kill Loki when he was younger. Many times, it was Odin.
Remembering that night thanks to his subconscious was one of the reasons Loki didn’t like to sleep. But still, there were other night frights that chilled his bones and brought tears to his eyes. His nightmares, though they were annoying, had admittedly good range. Loki dreamt about everything from his demise, to Thor abandoning him, his temple being destroyed, Frigga getting hurt, David Bowie not writing a song about him - the vanity in Loki hated that one - to poison, flames, plague, death.
But over these past two weeks, Loki was now having a new nightmare - one where he lost you.
Loki had not fallen asleep that many times since meeting you. He passed out on Asgard that one time, and then there were a few times in your living room, but other than that, Loki stayed strictly awake. Those handful of times he did fall asleep, you occupied his dreams. Sometimes, the dreams were pleasant - you riding his cock or you wrapped in his arms or you riding his cock while wrapped in his arms - but most of the time, the nightmares resulted in loss. Somehow, someway, he lost you.
It happened in a multitude of ways. Odin captured you. You went missing. You got hurt. The flares made you sick. You slipped through Loki’s fingers. You were shot, stabbed, stunned. One time, you were perfectly fine, but you walked away from Loki of your own volition. It all hurt him and made him sick to his stomach whenever he had those dreams.
Those nightmares were the worst for Loki. He would wake up in a cold sweat, his heart pounding in his chest and his hands trembling. Surprisingly, it was your snores that usually calmed him down. He could physically hear you and he knew that you were still there, you were still safe. That brought him the ultimate comfort.
And as he held you in his arms as you slept, he was more comfortable than he ever felt. That comfort sucked him into sleep, and for once, his sleep was...good.
He dreamt of you - your smile, your laugh, your lips - and not once did something bad happen to you. Loki almost slept through the night. He woke up around 3 a.m. but surprisingly, it was a smooth awakening. Loki groaned and opened his eyes, blinking the darkness out of his vision. His cock was hard beneath the blankets but he didn’t even notice that. What he did notice was you shuffling into his side, small whimpers falling from your lips.
You were trying to get closer to him and your brow was furrowed even in your state of unconsciousness. Loki hushed you and pressed a series of kisses to your hair.
“Shh, little one. I’m right here,” he whispered. Loki took your fidgety hand and placed it over his heart. He held it there and allowed you to feel the steady thrum of his beating heart. Almost instantaneously, you relaxed and your face softened. Loki brushed his fingers along your cheek and sighed happily. “I’m not going anywhere, beloved.”
He laid awake for some time, simply admiring this quiet, gentle awakening with your body pressed to his side. Your arm was wrapped securely around his nude torso - though your hand remained over his heart - and your face was buried into his pectorals. Loki felt tears in his eyes as he looked down at you and he couldn’t resist snuggling deeper into the pillow and pressing his face into the top of your hair. He kissed your head and rubbed his hand along your spine.
Truthfully, Loki never thought he would get here - laying in bed peacefully with the woman he desired most in the world. But here he was, warm and sated in your bed with you in his arms. And he never wanted to let you go.
This time, he went back to sleep willingly. He wanted to relive that feeling of safety that you brought to him. His dreams, once again, were calm and peaceful. And when he woke late into the morning, Loki felt more rested than he had in years.
Since before he was fourteen.
The sunlight was peeking into the room through your flimsy curtains but Loki wasn’t ready to face the day yet. He waved a lazy hand and the curtains thickened, sealing the room in more darkness while still allowing little slits of sun to enter your room. Loki looked down at you and rolled his eyes at your snores but continued to admire you nonetheless. Your pink lips were parted and your eyelashes fluttered, casting shadows along your cheekbones. Loki wondered how it was possible for a being as small and fragile as you to be so powerful in beauty.
You had captivated him. You challenged his mind and softened his heart. And his heart, it was yours. You owned it now and you could do with it what you pleased. If you wanted to cradle it, he’d let you. If you wanted to play with it, he’d let you. If you wanted to break it - though it would hurt him - he’d let you.
He’d let you do those things because he loved you.
Loki knew it was true when Kassandra had said it. He just wasn’t sure if it was possible to admit it. He had only known you for two weeks but it felt like a lifetime. To Loki, you were like a spirit of light that he had met in previous lives. You followed him and radiated a brightness he could not feel without you. You made him feel so good, so appreciated, so desired, and no one had done that before. Kassandra had tried, but the feeling was not mutual.
Now, Loki knew what love felt like. It felt better than hearts skipping beats, soft fingertips brushing the insides of forearms, butterfly kisses on hollowed cheeks, laying on plush grass in the summer, playing music on a finely tuned harp, drinking wine while watching a sunset. For Loki, love was unique. It was indescribable. He could try to put it into words, but nothing seemed to compare to it.
But perhaps, that was just love with you.
He didn’t know if other people felt this type of emotion. It was so strange, so tender. When Loki looked at you, it was as if no one else existed. He wanted to make you happy, make you smile, make you laugh, make you feel better than anyone else has ever made you feel. He wanted to keep you to himself and never share you with anyone else. He wanted to protect you, care for you, devote himself to you.
It was overwhelming. Loki had never felt this before. He felt familial love for Frigga and Thor, and even Odin at times, but this was something particularly special. This was something that belonged to you only. The only problem was Loki had no idea if you felt the same way. He thought you may have, considering the way you would blush and giggle under his gaze or sigh pleasantly when he kissed you. But even if you did love him, were your feelings true? Did you love him for him or did you only love him because he was the first man to make love to you, to claim your body, to make you feel special?
Loki pushed the thoughts from his mind. For now, Loki wanted nothing more than to spend the morning with you - the woman that he now knew he undoubtedly, positively, and unreservedly loved.
At some point, he grew a bit restless. It wasn’t that he wanted to get out of bed. It was just that his cock was making itself very well known. He tried to ignore it for as long as he could, but with your nude body nearly locked around his, it was impossible to deny his need for you. Your leg was hooked over his and at one point, you shifted every so slightly. Your cunt rubbed against him and Loki could feel the residual wetness of your arousal staining his thigh. He took a deep breath in and confirmed it - you were thoroughly turned on.
He held himself back as much as he could until you started moaning. And then you did it again, you moaned his name in your sleep. It was something that he had witnessed you do in the past. The first time it happened was the day he followed you to work while he remained invisible. The second time it happened, Loki had been using your bathroom in the middle of the night between answering prayers. That time, he had to lock himself in the bathroom to stop himself from waking you up and fucking you. The last time it occurred, Loki had been checking on you around 4 a.m., only to find one hand between your legs and his name falling from your lips. You had been fully asleep and nearly touching yourself to whatever dream you were having.
And that was something that each one of those times had in common: Loki never knew what your dreams were about.
Every single time Loki had caught you in the midst of having a wet dream, he restricted himself from finding out what exactly you were fantasizing about. He left himself wondering what you could possibly be dreaming about. He knew he was at the center of it - a good stroke to his ego, indeed - but he never knew what he was doing.
But laying here with his cock hard and your wet cunt sliding against his smooth thigh, Loki found that he could not resist the temptation of looking into your dreams. It would just be a glimpse, he reasoned. Nothing that would truly expose any secrets. He would barely even scratch the surface. Dammit, he just wanted to find out what lurked in your mind when you slept.
Loki shifted a bit and pressed the palm of his hand to your forehead. He shut his eyes and sank into your brain for just a moment. He gasped when he saw your dreams and his cock twitched against his stomach, smearing a drop of precum along his skin that was not there before he looked at what you were dreaming about.
In your mind, you dreamt of Loki’s mouth devouring your sweet cunt, his fingers shoved knuckle-deep inside of you and your mound grinding against him. There were tears in your eyes and Loki could tell that you had cum several times by his mouth. Loki quickly pulled himself out of your mind and grinned wickedly.
Perhaps he could make your dreams come true. Literally.
Carefully, as not to wake you, Loki slipped his body out from underneath yours. He kept his hands on you so your body fell softly against the mattress. He warmed the sheets so it felt like his body was still beside yours - something he knew your nude body would appreciate. With his hands roaming your body, Loki took a moment to admire your sheer nakedness, a vulnerability that he realized he was the only person in the Nine Realms to see. He had taken your virginity and remained the only person to occupy your bed. This view, this luscious, alluring, divine view, was only his to enjoy.
It made Loki feel all the more possessive over you.
Loki ran the tips of his fingers over every inch of your body. Your skin was warm and soft from sleep, folding gently under the pads of his fingers as he touched you. There were parts of your body that Loki realized he never actually noticed before. For example, he took great interest in the little birthmark that was hidden in the crease of your elbow. It was so tiny, barely even noticeable, but now that he rested his eyes upon it, Loki felt the sudden urge to kiss it. Loki bent over you and caressed his lips along the inside of your elbow. Fuck, you tasted warm. Loki kissed the little birthmark and promised himself he would do this when you woke up as well. He wanted you to see that it was beautiful and he loved it.
He loved you.
Loki loved you.
He would never stop loving you.
As he pulled himself up, Loki stared at your pliant face, easy with sleep and comfort. This was the face of the woman he loved. And although the woman he loved was still snoring like a sick pig, he would forgive that. Truthfully, he was becoming rather fond of those gargles and groans. He had not even silenced your snoring in a few nights.
Shit, I’m really fucking whipped, Loki thought.
Shaking his head, Loki let his hands move from your arms to the curve of your waist. He adored the softness that gathered around your hips and he pressed his fingers into it. Meanwhile, his mouth had fallen from your face to your breasts. He licked your left nipple with the tip of his tongue before slowly wrapping his lips around your swollen bud. You shifted a bit above him as Loki suckled at you, his eyes locked on your face. He wondered how far he could rock your body until you roused from your slumber.
And Loki loved a good challenge.
He chuckled to himself as he switched to your other nipple, his tongue soothing your sore, aching bud with gentle flicks of his tongue. A whine escaped your lips as you shifted again, but Loki's hands kept you anchored to the bed. His touches were light and caring, making sure you couldn’t wake up too soon. You were simultaneously a deep and light sleeper, so it was truly a coin toss as to how quickly you would wake up this morning.
Loki’s hands caressed the edges of your hips, smoothing over the curve he learned that he loved grabbing. His favorite time to grab that curve was when you were on top of him, body rocking slowly back and forth over his cock. Loki would hold your hips and guide you as he looked into your eyes - or at least whatever portion of your eyes were left open from your delirious pleasure. Then, he would dig his thumbs into the front of your hips and give a growl, an indication that his patience was wearing thin and you should probably get to work on fucking yourself up and down on him or else he was going to flip you over and do it himself.
Really, he could only delay his insatiable needs for so long.
Now, he only touched those hips carefully as if they were made up of loose violin strings that needed to be mended. And perhaps they were made of such strings, for when he stroked his thumbs along your hip bones, melodies of moans fell from your lips that could only be classified as purely musical.
But his hands were beginning to wander further, seeking out a much more intimate area than your hips. Loki kissed his way down your body, cautious not even to let his chin drag over your stomach or his nose brush your skin. He reached the apex of your thighs and grinned, smiling up at you even though you were still perfectly and blissfully unaware of the conscious world. Loki settled himself between your thighs and spread your legs, resting them atop the white blankets that were crumpled up on the bed.
Before Loki dove into his breakfast - as he now decided you would be called this morning - he sat up on his haunches and simply looked at you. You looked like you were a painting. Nude body, long lashes, spread legs - you were divine. Frankly, Loki did not know much about art but you...you were the definition of a creative masterpiece. The lines of your body were soft, melting in the blankets that blended around you like wistful clouds. The sun, which was slating in through the crack in the dark curtains, was stretching along your body, lighting your skin up and giving it a sparkling hue - something he was sure no amount of acrylics or oil or watercolor could ever depict. And the rise and fall of your breasts - the gods envied it. You could not be replicated, for no form of art could capture such pure and utter perfection.
But if one were to try, they would create a triumph. This image of you was the type of painting that would be recorded and hung in the art wing of the palace. It was something that Loki as a young, charming, but terribly shy little boy would look at and wonder if that’s what girls really looked like under their clothes (a thought that would make the young boy blush and pretend he never had). Scholars would study you, lay people would admire you, and artists would crave to get you in their personal company to draw you.
And you were all his.
Sort of.
Loki didn’t really want to think about the whole idea of a relationship considering he didn’t even know how you felt about him. Realistically, he could just ask. He could pose it as a “what would you do if I loved you?”, but that held none of the suave sophistication that Loki normally possessed. Alternatively, he could just blurt out his profession of love and all of his deep, confusing, intimate feelings. Then again, he didn’t want to scare you off. Ultimately, you had the final say. If you didn’t want him here, he would leave. Telling you the truth of his heart could scare you and force you away from him. He certainly didn’t want that.
Perhaps blissful ignorance was the best option. If he continued to bed you, hold you, and bed you a bit more, he would still get to be with you. Well, it wouldn’t be as romantically as he was now longing for, but it was better than nothing. He could not sacrifice you. Loki would rather love you quietly and keep you around than love you loudly and lose you because of it.
He decided then that he would wait for you to speak your mind. If you never told him about your feelings - if you had any, that is - then he would admire you from afar. If you somehow did have feelings and admitted them, Loki would fall to his knees and confess his heart profoundly.
Loki hoped the latter would occur. He wanted nothing more than for you to be his and his alone.
It was not really something he wanted to think about right now as he was about to go down on you. So, Loki rid the thought from his brain, stared at you for a few moments longer, and rested himself back down on the bed. His eyes fell from your face to your cunt and when he caught sight of your glistening arousal, his cock twitched again. Your clit was already hard and throbbing, begging to be caressed by the tip of Loki’s tongue.
And of course, Loki simply had to listen.
But first, he took a deep breath full of your scent. Even in the morning, you still smelled perfectly delicious with a hint of him. It was intoxicating to Loki knowing that you always carried a bit of him around with you - the taste of his lips on yours, the scent of his sex between your legs, the drops of his cum along your thighs and chest. Loki ground himself against the bed, spread your legs further, and pressed his mouth to your cunt - hungry and impatient.
Loki spent a good amount of time just licking you up and down with a flat, then pointed, then flat tongue. His tongue traced your folds, dipping between your wet lips occasionally just to absorb you further. He groaned the entire time, the taste of you so delicious that it was driving him towards literal madness. His hands gripped your thighs carefully but with a need lingering in his grip that was just tight enough to feel the indents of your skin against his fingertips. Loki’s tongue ran up towards your clit and he flicked it around before taking it into his mouth and sucking it gently. He worried your clit between his lips before scraping his teeth along it - something which he knew you loved to great amounts.
You moaned through your snores.
Apparently the unconscious version of you loved it too.
Loki grinned against you, a puff of laughter bouncing off of your wet pussy. You were getting wetter and wetter by the second as Loki devoured you. Staring up at your sleeping face, Loki took one of your wet lips into his mouth and sucked on it, making your skin flushed and soaking. He repeated this with the other lip, tenderly grazing upon you. As he sucked on you, he noticed your snores were getting quieter, an indication that you were waking up.
But as much as he wanted to fuck you, he wasn’t quite ready to stop feasting on you.
He slowed his movements down, instead deciding to slip his tongue into your tight hole. He slowly fucked you with his tongue, tasting your sweet inner walls like they were the perfect dessert. In the past, Loki always loved going down on women. The reactions he would earn, the faces they made, the way they grabbed his hair and begged for more was something that always turned him on. But you, you were different. You were the perfect specimen to devour. He had never felt such a connection to a woman until he met you. Your whines, your aches, your whimpers were fuel for his lonely soul. He wanted to please you and keep his head buried between your thighs for the rest of eternity.
That was exactly how he felt at this moment. Your snores were still getting quieter and your moans were beginning to break to the surface of your throat and trickle from your mouth. His cock was rock hard and flushed completely red. Loki grabbed himself with one hand and tugged rapidly, trying to ease some of the arousal that had built up. Just as quickly as he took himself into his hand, he dropped his cock and decided his hand was more suited for a different area of interest.
You had been dreaming about his fingers fucking you fast and hard. While he wouldn’t do that right now, he still felt like teasing you a bit. Loki traced your weeping hole with his middle finger before slowly pushing it in. Your body tensed and you shifted, a groan coming from your lips that indicated you were on the brink of waking up. Loki latched back onto your clit as he pumped his finger in and out of you, following the steady pattern of twist, curl, curve, slide.
Your hips were pressing down against his movements and his mouth, your body so wrought with pleasure that it was seeping into your bones and leaking into your bloodstream. Loki sucked on your clit a bit firmly, moaning against your cunt. You gushed around his finger as your hands twitched at your side. You wanted to touch him, that much Loki knew from your body language. You tossed around and gasped loudly.
Your eyes were open.
You blinked a few times, clearing the morning fog from your eyes. Your body was alight with pleasure and when you looked down, you realized exactly why that was. Loki’s head was buried between your thighs and he was staring into your eyes with such intensity that it didn’t feel like it belonged in the morning hours. He gave a sharp suck to your clit and you gasped, your back arching and your hands falling to his hair. He laughed as he pulled back, his chin slick with wetness.
“Good morning, pet,” he said with a smile. He curled his finger within you and you yelped, your body heavy from sleep but flourishing with arousal.
“Good m-morning,” you stuttered as he licked around your tight hole. He slowly slid another finger inside of you and hummed. Your thighs twitched and you whimpered, holding Loki’s hair tighter. “This is a r-really good wake up c-call.”
“I had a feeling you’d enjoy it,” Loki purred. “It seemed like it’d be a dream of yours to have me like this.”
A chill ran down your spine as you suddenly remembered the dream you were having of Loki eating you out and finger-fucking you into a plane of higher existance. As your eyes widened with shock, Loki’s grin grew and he curled his fingers. You moaned and arched your back from the bed, whispering his name in a sigh of pleasure.
“Oh, I know all about what you dream, little one. I took a quick look into your mind this morning - hope you don’t mind. And what I saw was me doing pretty much exactly this,” Loki chuckled and accentuated his statement with a suck to your clit. “Tell me, how am I living up to what you wanted?”
“So fucking good,” you groaned, bucking down against Loki.
“So it doesn’t bother you that I looked into your dreams?” Loki asked with a curl of his fingers.
You shook your head and let out a laugh. “Not if it ends up like this.”
Speaking of your dreams, Loki had decided that he wanted to follow them almost exactly. However, an idea popped into his mind that he simply couldn’t resist. Loki kissed your clit and flicked it with his tongue before glancing up at you.
“Lay back. Let me please you. Let me make you feel good,” Loki whispered. His face hardened and his eyes went cold. “But don’t you dare fucking cum.”
“Wha - oh!” you yelped as Loki began pounding his fingers into you. You shrieked as his teeth nibbled your clit, a growl escaping his lips. You tugged at his hair which only caused Loki to fuck you harder. He loved when you did that, you knew that. You couldn’t take your eyes away from him as he devoured you, but that fact was making it hard to follow his command.
Loki could tell that you wanted to cum. He had memorized how your thighs shook and your moans became louder whenever you were close to the edge. Now, you were doing those exact things. Your grip in his hair was tight, your fingers threaded within his locks until you reached his scalp. Loki fingered you faster, sucked you harder, and groaned against you heavier. He wanted to test you. He wanted to see if you would obey him.
You didn’t.
“Loki! Please stop! I’m going to -” you squealed, trying to pull away from him. Loki growled and tugged you back against him, his heavy body settling on you to keep you still. You writhed and whined, sobs escaping your lips. “I want to be good! Please, don’t make me cum! Please, Master!”
“Then don’t cum,” Loki growled, staring deep into your eyes.
Your chest was heaving as you whispered, “I need to.”
“Don’t do it, pet,” Loki hissed. “Or you will be punished.”
But the threat didn’t work. It only propelled you into your orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, Loki!” You came with a shout, your head tossed back and your orgasm running through your veins like electricity. Loki paused, his hand frozen within you and his lips only an inch away from your clit. A dark shadow danced across Loki’s face as he sat up.
“You came,” he said simply, disappointment in his tone. “I told you not to.”
“I’m sorry, Loki. I couldn’t stop myself,” you said hastily. “I just woke up and my body was really sensitive and you know that I was having a dirty dream about you before I woke up and it was really hard not to cum when you’re so good with your mouth and hands and Loki, I’m so -”
“Cease your rambling,” Loki instructed. He crawled up your body and took your face in his hand, cupping your cheek softly. “Oh, little one. I thought you were my good girl.”
“I am,” you whispered. “I am your good girl.”
“You aren’t, though,” Loki sighed, shaking his head and looking away. “I gave you one rule. Just one. And you did not listen.”
“Master…I’m sorry…” you whimpered. You reached out to touch Loki but he caught your wrist in his free hand. He clicked his tongue and grabbed your cheeks, tilting your head upwards towards him.
“I believe you must be taught a lesson, little girl.”
What came next happened in a flash. Loki had grinned and then tugged you out of bed. He sat himself at the edge of the bed and draped you over his lap. Your stomach rested against his thighs and your ass was raised into the air. Your legs were dangling over the other side of Loki’s lap and you squirmed nervously. Loki had managed to hold both of your wrists against the small of your back with only one hand - something that aroused you more than it should have. Your breathing was heavy as he ran his hand along the swell of your ass.
Fuck, he was going to spank you.
Loki had teased you with spankings before. He would fuck you, and in the middle of it, he’d smack your ass once or twice. It was a tease at what he could truly do and whenever he did let his palm meet your ass, you always screamed louder, gushed wetter, and came harder. He always left bruises, even when he wasn’t trying, but he was diligent in taking care of them. But now that he was actually punishing you, you weren’t sure if he would practice such care with you.
“Tell me why you are getting punished,” Loki said sternly.
“I, uh, I came without permission,” you squeaked out.
“Good girl,” Loki acknowledged. “Explain your colors and tell me which one you currently are now.”
“Green is for good, yellow is slow down, and red is a hard stop,” you recalled softly. “I’m green, Master.”
Loki dipped his hand between your legs and chuckled at the obscene amount of wetness he felt on his fingers.
“I can see that,” he laughed. You blushed at the sound of his laughter, a sound you loved hearing almost as much as him moaning. Loki’s chuckles calmed down and his hand returned to your ass. “Ten strikes and your punishment will be over. Are you ready?”
“Ye - AH!” you screamed as his hand came down onto your left ass cheek before you even finished answering him. You froze, your backside stinging with pain. You knew that his spanks delivered some interesting pain but this was...something else. Your legs trembled as the pain blossomed from your cheek to your thighs and lower back, the heat radiating from you like small waves. You gulped and tried to hold back the tears that were already threatening to spill from your eyes.
It hurt.
It hurt so much.
You loved it.
The second smack came down on your right cheek, which stung just as badly as the first hit. The next two came in succession on your left cheek - the third hit directly over the first one and the fourth one lower down near your thighs. The fifth hit was at the base of your right cheek. The sixth hit seemed to hit both cheeks at once. At this point, you were freely crying, your nails digging into the palms of your hands. Your legs flailed with every hit and you shouted Loki’s name, your heart pounding in your chest.
Loki took a break from hitting your backside. He could feel the heat on his palm as he ran his hand down your thighs. You quivered under his touch as he stroked you, caressing your skin with his red fingers. Loki’s hand took a turn and dove between your thighs.
“You’re enjoying this,” Loki murmured as he rubbed your clit with the pads of his fingers. “You’re soaking wet.”
You tried to respond with something coherent but all that came out were jumbled gargles. Loki hushed you, bending down to kiss the back of your head. Two of his fingers slid inside of you and he curled them slowly.
“L-Loki!” you cried, pushing back on his fingers. Tears trailed down your cheeks and sobs escaped your mouth but all you could focus on was how good he was making you feel. Your ass was on fire but that didn’t matter. The pain resulted in such pleasure that you couldn't care less if you were bruised brutally on your backside.
“Fuck yourself on my fingers. There you go,” Loki commanded. You rocked back against him - a flailing motion that lacked all sort of grace due to your position and loss of balance control. Your toes curled as you felt his thumb tease your clit.
“Master,” you sobbed as he increased the speed of his fingers. “More, please!”
“But we aren’t done with your punishment yet,” Loki reminded you. With that, he slid his fingers out of you and hit your right cheek. The wetness that soaked his hand made his blow even more painful. You sobbed again, your body trembling and your clit buzzing. “That’s my good girl. We’re almost done.”
The eight strike fell on the underside of your left cheek. His hand grazed your thigh at the same time, making your leg fall numb for a few seconds. Loki gave you little to no time to recover from that hit. His hand came down directly on top of your right cheek, sending you flying forward. He gripped your wrists harder and held you in place.
“One more, kitten,” Loki cooed. His hand reared back and slammed down on the center of your ass, bouncing both of your cheeks at once. You screamed and fought against his grip. Loki quickly scooped you up into his arms, holding you against his body so your ass was balanced above his lap. Your head fell into the crook of his neck as you cried. Loki rubbed your back and kissed your temple. “Shhh, such a good girl. You’re so good for me. I’m so proud of you, baby girl.”
“Loki…” you cried, holding onto him tighter.
“Does it hurt, sweetheart?” Loki whispered. You nodded as Loki kissed all over your face. “I’m so sorry. This was a punishment, darling. It had to happen.”
“It hurts,” you murmured. You pulled yourself out from Loki’s neck and through your tears, you smiled. “Thank you.”
“Thank you?” Loki asked, both eyebrows raised. “I just bruised your ass like it personally offended me and you’re thanking me?”
“I’ve wanted that since you first mentioned it,” you admitted. Loki reached up and wiped the tears from your cheeks. “So, yeah, it hurts. It hurts a lot actually. But I wanted it. If I didn’t, I would have said the safe word.”
“You’re so perfect,” Loki sighed before diving in and kissing you. It was the first time his lips were pressed to yours that morning and it felt like he had finally relaxed. He kissed you slowly, his hands running up and down your back. When his hands cupped your ass, you hissed and pulled away.
“Sorry,” you giggled.
“Let me take care of it,” Loki whispered. He placed his hands on your ass and let his magic seep into your skin. Immediately, you felt a chilling sensation cool your backside and thighs. He wasn’t healing you, per say. He was simply taking the sting away for now. After all, his cock was still hard and he was craving to be inside of you. When he was finished soothing your backside, Loki gripped your hips. “Let me reward you for being such a good girl during your punishment.”
Loki flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees. Your bruised ass faced him, causing his cock to twitch. Spanking you was such a wonderful thing and Loki knew he would quickly become addicted to feeling that heat on the center of his palm. Seeing the evidence of that punishment was forcing Loki’s patience out of the room.
He needed you.
Running the length of his cock along your wet core, Loki groaned. “Do you want my cock, baby?”
“Yes, Master,” you moaned, pressing back against him and lifting your ass further into the air. “Take me.”
“That’s my good girl,” Loki said as he sank his cock into you. Feeling your cunt squeeze him felt like coming home, your warmth welcoming him. Loki’s hands settled on your hips as he bottomed out. He looked down and hissed as he watched your bruise ass meet his pale hips.
“Fuck me,” you whimpered. “Please, I need you to fuck me.”
“You sound so pretty when you beg,” Loki snickered. He leaned over you and kissed your neck. “This time, you can cum whenever you want, baby.”
“Thank you, Loki,” you gasped as he straightened his back again. He pulled his cock out very slowly, his eyes watching inch by inch leave your pussy. His cock glistened as he exited you, a sight that made his knees wobble ever so slightly. Loki paused as only the tip of his cock remained inside of you, and with a deep breath, he pushed himself back in. You moaned, your pussy full and you ass stinging. It felt so good feeling his hips snap against your bruised backside.
Loki continued to fuck you in slow, deep, hard thrusts. Your hands were fisted in the sheets and your face was pressed against the bed. You whined every time he dipped inside of you, and whether that was from the sensation of his cock inside of you or his hips brushing your backside, you weren’t sure. Regardless, everything felt so good. The sting of your ass made his thrusts seem that much more intense.
But you wanted more.
You began fidgeting, shaking your ass and pushing back against Loki’s cock. You whimpered and tossed your head back, looking over your shoulder to eye up Loki. On his knees, Loki was staring down at your pussy. His jaw was slack and his chest was heaving. You pouted and ground back against him.
“Loki…” you whispered. His eyes flashed upwards and met yours. The grip on your hips got tighter as he settled himself deep inside of you. His hips moved in circles as he ground his cock inside of you.
“What do you want, baby?” Loki purred.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“I am fucking you.”
“I want it harder,” you grunted.
“Don’t you always?” Loki snickered. “Always so hungry for my cock.”
“Can you blame me? You’re perfect. You always feel so good inside of me,” you whispered.
A shiver ran down Loki’s spine at your praise. He did not want to admit how turned on he got hearing you say that. But it was enough to break his patience. Loki slid out of you and slammed back inside, repeating the motion much faster than before. He continued to fuck you, growls escaping his lips as he watched your bruised ass bounce back against him.
He needed leverage. He needed to fuck you harder. Loki pushed himself up and pushed your body downwards. You were collapsing under his weight as he fucked you harder. Your knees were spread wide and your thighs were beginning to brush the sheets. Loki continued to push himself further up, his lean body nearly on top of yours.
“Such a tight fucking pussy for me,” Loki groaned. “I need to be deeper.”
“It’s all yours. Fuck me however you want,” you said. Loki seemed to take this to heart, for one hand left your hips and placed itself on the center of the backs of your shoulders. Then, he pushed you until you were completely flat on the bed, only your ass up in the air. Loki’s thrusts were hard, fast, and erotically deep. You could feel your wetness dripping along your skin and you knew that you were going to cum sooner than you wanted to.
You wanted to feel Loki cum with you. You wanted him to shoot his cum into you as you came. So often, he let you cum first. He let you seek your pleasure before he did. But now, you wanted it at the same time. Moaning, you grabbed the sheets and managed to twist your head around again. Loki’s dark eyes moved from your bruised ass to your face.
“Cum in me,” you whimpered. “Cum inside of me, Master. I want to feel you cum in me.”
“Not yet,” Loki said through gritted teeth. A particularly hard thrust hit you and you spread your legs wider, inviting Loki deeper inside of you. He gladly took the invitation and pounded into you without any sort of kindness. Your ass was on fire again and tears were in your eyes, and everything felt like pure bliss.
“Loki! Please, cum in me. I want your cum,” you begged. “Cum in me...please, Loki…”
The way you begged for his cum was driving Loki nearly delirious. He gripped you harder and he knew that his orgasm was fast approaching. He could feel his cock swelling, the need to cum in you and claim you so carnal that it felt almost animalistic to be fucking you this hard. Loki moved one hand to the back of your head and pushed your face against the bed. He growled as his thrusts increased their pace, his hips slamming against your ass.
“You want me to cum inside of you like a dirty cum slut, huh? You want me to claim you as my little whore?” Loki asked, his voice rough and dark.
“Yes, Master. I’m all yours,” you cried.
If only you were, Loki thought.
But now was not the time for sentiment. It was not the time for romance. Now, it was the time to shoot his cum into you and remind you of who you belonged to...at least in bed. Loki’s hips snapped harder, his cock drove deeper, and with an extremely tight clench of your cunt, he came.
Your orgasm hit at the same time his did, and the euphoria of hitting your highs together had your tears falling down your cheeks. Loki buried his cock deep inside of you, his cum leaking into you in thick, hot ropes. He wanted every drop of himself to be stuck inside of you until it was too late for it to fall out. His chest heaved and as he slowly fell from his state of clouded bliss, Loki realized you were crying.
“Oh, pet…” He went to pull out but you yelped and grabbed his thigh.
“Stay in, please,” you whimpered. Loki furrowed his brows and managed to flip you over onto your back without releasing his cock from you. He laid down and pulled you on top of him. He cupped your cheek and was met with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. “That was so good.”
“You are so confusing,” Loki laughed. “Sobbing, in pain, and yet you are full of joy.”
“It’s a good kind of pain,” you sighed, resting your head on his chest. “You stayed the night.”
“I did,” Loki murmured. “It was the best night of my life.”
“You mean that?” you asked, lifting your head up to look into his sincere green eyes. Loki nodded wordlessly. You blushed and kissed his nose. “It was the best morning of my life, if that means anything.”
“Starting your day off right - getting eaten out,” Loki said with a wink.
“I would like to do the same for you one day. You know, wake you up with your cock in my mouth, sucking you off,” you said shyly. But then, you paused and looked away. “But I understand if you don’t want that. Especially because -”
You were cut off by his lips on yours. Loki kissed you slowly as he ran his hands along the length of your warm, slightly sweaty back. When he pulled away, Loki pressed kisses to your eyelids.
“I would love that,” he assured you.
“Loki, the last time I woke you up, you tried to kill me,” you reminded him.
Loki rolled his eyes. “I know.” His face got softer and he held you tighter. “But things are different when you’re beside me. Almost every night, nightmares haunt me. Last night, I dreamt of sweetness, of good things.”
Of you.
“Really?” you asked.
“Really,” he said.
You were quiet for a few moments. You drew random shapes on his chest as he laid there staring at you. There was something different in his gaze this morning. You racked it up to him being tender about spending the night, maybe being in a good mood because of his sweet dreams. Whatever it was, it made your heart swell and your breathing pick up.
Loki finally stayed the night with you. He held you all night. He fucked you in the morning. He was still in your bed.
If you didn’t love him before, you were positive that you were sincerely in deep now.
You cuddled closer to Loki and stroked his bicep. His muscles flexed under your touch and you giggled. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head before patting your backside gently. You jumped at the feeling.
“That’s going to be a bitch to sit on,” you snorted.
“Shouldn’t have cum without permission,” Loki clicked his tongue. You narrowed your eyes at him but he just winked at you. “You know what I think we need?”
“What?”
“A shower,” Loki purred. “It’s been far too long since I’ve rubbed my hands all over your dripping wet body.”
“Lead the way, Master,” you giggled. Loki hoisted you into his arms - cock still wedged inside of you - and he walked you to the bathroom. He bathed you and took you again in the shower, his lips on yours the entire time. He healed your ass during it, but still left behind the stark bruises and some of the painful sting solely as a reminder of his power.
But that was the most you did that day. You were expecting to spend the day getting fucked. Instead, Loki just rested in bed with you. He only left your room twice - once to feed Cooper and once to walk him. For hours, he held you, fed you with food he magicked into existence, and whispered sweet nothings in your ear.
He was making it really fucking hard not to fall even deeper in love with him.
After today, you were beginning to think that Loki might have feelings for you. After all, he was caressing you tenderly and kissing you breathlessly the entire day. His arms were constantly around you, keeping your body pressed to his. At one point, he had whispered how much he adored you in your ear, which thrusted you back into a faint memory of last night.
He called you his love.
It happened just before you fell asleep. His hand was stroking your back and he murmured it along with a gentle “goodnight”. You thought you were mistaken in the moment, a trick your tired brain was playing on you. However, now that Loki was here holding you and staring at you like you meant the world to him, you were beginning to believe that he actually said it. He actually called you his love.
The sinister voice in the back of your head that you and Loki tried so hard to silence whispered how it was just a throwaway phrase. Another pet name to add to the list of things Loki called you. But there was something different about him calling you his love. You tried not to look too much into it, for you didn’t want to be disappointed when it turned out to be nothing.
You really did not want it to be nothing.
You wanted Loki to love you.
You thought about it no longer and instead decided to indulge in Loki’s sweet behavior today. Hours later, when the sun sank below the horizon and the sky went dark, Loki kissed you before getting out of bed to use the bathroom. You took the moment of solitude to get up and stretch. You were naked still - a state you elected to remain in just so you could feel Loki’s skin against yours. You stretched your arms above your head and yawned, your heart happy and light from spending all day in Loki’s embrace. You rolled your neck as you walked past the window, which was mostly covered by your curtains. You peeked outside for a second and looked away. However, as you turned your head away, you looked back outside suddenly.
There was a man standing outside on the sidewalk.
It was nothing unusual. Many people passed by your building regularly. However, this person was just...standing there. You quickly grabbed your robe from the ground and slung it over your body. The man’s hood was up and his eyes were covered by dark glasses. A hand was running across his mouth, obscuring his view.
“Loki,” you called out. A sense of panic was washing over you as you stared at the person on the sidewalk. You couldn’t tell if he was looking at you, considering your floor was pretty high up, but...it was too unusual that he just wasn’t moving. Then, he tilted his head to the side and the hand that wasn’t covering his mouth reached up and waved at you. Your heart dropped before you bolted to the bathroom. You knocked on the door with a heavy fist. “Loki! I need you!”
The door was opened so quickly you almost stumbled into the bathroom. Loki gripped your upper arms tightly. “What is it? Are you hurt? What happened?”
“There’s a guy standing outside,” you said quickly. “I don’t know who he is or what he’s doing but he’s just...standing there, looking up at the room.”
Loki brushed past you and stormed over to the window.
But no one was there.
He growled and quickly shifted into his armor. He turned around and pointed at the bathroom. “Stay in there. Don’t come out until I’m back.” You stood there trembling but Loki jabbed his finger. “Go!”
You ran into the bathroom and shut the door behind you, but not before you witnessed Loki disappear. He reappeared out on the street, two daggers in his hands. He looked around but there was no trace of anyone on the sidewalk. Loki walked around the nearby area but no one could be found. Whoever had been there had fled the scene quickly and unfortunately left nothing behind to track him by. Loki growled and cursed to himself before transporting back up to your apartment. He knocked on the bathroom door.
“It’s me, pet. You can come out,” he sighed in a defeated tone. You quietly emerged from the bathroom, your hands wringing together.
“Who was it?” you asked
“I don’t know. There was no one there,” Loki said, running a hand through his hair. “I even looked around but I couldn’t find anyone.”
“Oh,” you mumbled. “I’m sorry. Maybe there was no one there.”
“If you said someone was there, then someone was there,” Loki said sternly. He took you into a hug and held you tightly. “It’s okay, pet. Whoever it was is gone now.”
“What if they come back?” you murmured into his breastplate.
“They won’t get in, if that’s what you’re worried about. I have spells placed all over your home. A bomb could go off and it would still stand strong,” Loki explained.
“Okay,” you whispered. “Thank you for protecting me.”
“Always.”
*
Michael sighed as he shut the door to his apartment behind him. He was out of breath and his legs hurt. He had never run so fast to get home in his life!
Living an hour away from you sucked.
You had not been at work recently and it was rather concerning for him. All the lunches he made for you had gone to waste. Even the flowers he brought you had wilted - daisies, your favorite. And quite frankly, he missed you.
Goodness, you. You and your eyes. Your smile. Your laughter. Your sarcasm - you killed him!
Michael never really noticed you until about two weeks ago. You had walked into work and Michael had felt his crotch tightening with interest. Fuck, he barely remembered your name. He had to actually ask someone what your name was before he approached you. Silly him, he should have known! But your name, your name meant so much. Your name was how he found you everywhere.
It was how he found you online - your Facebook, Instagram, Twitter. You weren’t very active online, so it made his job of impressing you tough. But you weren’t super shy with your accounts. You shared what you liked. It was how he found those chocolates, those flowers, and the sweet pictures of Cooper.
Cooper would love Michael! He was sure of it.
He had seen Cooper before in person too. Well, Cooper probably got startled by his sudden appearance and that was why he growled. After all, he did randomly show up at your apartment. He found your address in the employee archives he stole from his boss’ office. You would have been honored at the lengths he went to for you! Or perhaps Cooper growled because of the random guy holding his leash. Michael presumed that was your “boyfriend” or whatever piece of shit he was that you mentioned before at work when he tried to be so courteous and ask you out. Whoever he was, he didn’t deserve you.
Michael deserved you.
Michael would have you.
It was this desire for you that had Michael walking to your apartment almost every day. He just wanted to see you and one of these days, he would woo you. A few nights ago, he even went up to your door. He shook the doorknob. He jiggled it just loud enough for you to maybe hear it, tempting you to come out into the hallway so he could just...just...just ravish you! You probably knew he was there, you were just teasing him by pretending you didn’t. It was all a game to you, wasn’t it? That’s why you acted all coy when you spotted him at the park recently. You wanted him to chase after you. So, he would. And oh, was it worth it to see you naked through your window tonight! When you stared at him with your breasts out, it only confirmed to Michael how much you wanted him. You wanted him to see you. You were so perfect!
That was why he ran. He wanted to play your game. He wanted to participate in the chase.
Soon, though, he wouldn’t have to chase you.
Michael would make you his.
Not even your bastard of a “boyfriend” could stop him.
Notes:
I hate men
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Chapter 17: Let’s Play A Game, Shall We?
Summary:
Loki, the ever mischievous man he is, has decided he would like to play a game. He tells you to pick a number. Sounds innocent enough, right? Wrong. Very, very wrong.
Notes:
Happy Friday everyone! So, I had to rewrite this chapter a few times and I'm not sure how good it is. Hopefully it turned out well, but it's literally just smut. So buckle up for a filthy ride! Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Do you want to play a game, kitten?”
When Loki posed the question, you looked up startled. He was seated on the couch, his legs spread wide enough to take up more than half of the space on the piece of furniture. His arms were slung over the back of the couch, displaying the perfect posture of power and confidence. You were kneeling in front of him, having just cleaned up some of the art supplies you were messing around with that morning. Loki watched you take in your position, realization heating up your cheeks.
You were so perfect.
It had been a few days since Loki figured the flares out. Really, he was intending to keep his focus on answering those last few prayers at night and at times, he did but...it had gotten away from him. Your perfection was his vice. Every time he wanted to focus on something, he would look into your eyes and positively melt. He’d follow you to bed - whether to fuck you, hold you, or fall asleep with you - and his mind would completely stray from the topic at hand.
But it was fine. The flares were small anyway. It wasn’t something to worry about. Heimdall had not contacted him, Thor had not warned him, and Odin had not come knocking at your door.
Though, if Loki was being honest, Odin probably wouldn’t knock at your door. He would just burst in unannounced and probably destroy the entire building.
And he calls me the hot head, Loki mused.
However, any concern or worry or anxiety that Loki may have felt was completely wiped away by you. Sleeping in your bed with you at night was especially helpful. There was something so calming about slowly falling asleep beside you with your head buried in his neck and his arms locked around you that had Loki feeling completely and utterly sated. He felt well-rested, light, and truly happy.
And most of all, he felt love.
He felt love for you every moment of the day. Just two nights ago, Loki had been in the shower with you. He was washing your hair with smooth, massaging circles of his hands. You had been so relaxed that you tilted your head forward, forcing the shampoo in your hair to run into your eyes. You squealed and jumped around until you stood directly under the shower spray to get the shampoo out of your eyes. When you turned around, your eyes were red, swollen, and full of tears. You began laughing as you pointed at yourself.
“I must look high,” you had giggled, then paused. “Hey, have you ever been high before?”
“Yes,” Loki had mumbled, pulling you out from the spray to properly clean your eyes.
“Can you tell me about it?” you had asked, batting your eyelashes - though Loki was unsure whether that was to aid with ridding yourself of the shampoo or as an attempt to persuade him to tell you. With the way his heart skipped a beat, it was working.
But Loki stood his ground and uttered a quiet, “no.”
“Please?” you asked, stretching up onto your toes. Instead of answering you, Loki had cupped your face and kissed you, the warm water droplets of the shower sliding between your lips. You melted against him, your hands locked in his wet hair, and when you finally pulled away, your pupils were blown wide. You licked your lips and looked up at Loki through your wet eyelashes. “So...will you tell me now?”
For the rest of the night, you pestered Loki about that story. And even with your irritating whimpers and pouting and “but please, Loki” where the “please” and the “Loki” were drawn out far longer than necessary, Loki loved you. He loved the grumpy look on your face, the roll of your eyes, the way you traced your finger along his nude chest to try to convince him to tell you. If anyone else did that, he would sincerely murder them with passion and grace. But with you, he just wanted to kiss you. Love was weird.
In the end, he ended up telling you what you wanted to hear. He had gotten high with Thor when they were younger. Thor had smuggled in some drug from Vanaheim that had the two of them laying on the floor staring at the ceiling for seventeen hours. Apparently, they took three times the average dosage. Afterwards, Loki’s body went into shock and he was hospitalized for two days. Thor only ended up with a minor headache.
Odin only checked on Thor.
Then, he was crying. You were holding him. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his chest, promising that you were there for him. Loki made love to you again that night after the tears subsided and it took everything in his power not to tell you he loved you until you told him. But fuck, he wanted to tell you. He wanted to both shout it to the world and whisper it softly in your ear.
Instead, Loki decided to kiss you. He decided to let the motion of his lips convey how he truly felt. He let all of his love and devotion to you sink into that kiss and leak into your mouth. He hoped - prayed, begged, ached - that you would understand him. He loved you so much and he needed you to know it. When he pulled away, your eyes were wide and your breath was caught in your chest. He swore you were going to say it - say how you felt, how he wanted you to feel.
However, you preened and arched your back, his name falling from your mouth instead. Even that sounded like an admission in itself. But he could not speak his truth, not until you spoke yours. Loki had bit his lip so hard in order to stop himself from saying those heavy three words that he ended up bleeding. And you, with all your care and unique tenderness, craned your neck upwards, kissed him, and licked the blood away.
“It’s okay. I’m here,” you had whispered, his blood staining your lip. With that, Loki came, your own orgasm hitting you suddenly. Afterwards, Loki held you and refused to let you go.
Rather, you held him. He had collapsed on top of you - his head laying upon your breasts and his arms secured around your waist. You ran your fingers through his hair, your eyes shut and your heart beating a bit faster than usual. He fell asleep that way and you dared not to move even an inch, for you didn’t want to wake him up.
Both of you were beginning to think something was stirring.
Loki was convinced that you were starting to catch feelings for him. After all, no one had listened to his trauma and darkness with such open ears as you had. There was Thor and Frigga of course, but they were family. You had no obligation to listen. And when he touched you, he could physically feel your body getting warmer, your pulse increasing, and your heart fluttering. Those reactions used to only occur during sex. Now, it seemed every time his fingers grazed you, your body was melting into his.
On your part, you were sure Loki was feeling especially tender towards you. He kept revealing secrets about his past and he was regularly spending the night with you. He would whisper gentle words to you, soothing you with his voice and his affection. You didn’t think he loved you - that seemed impossible given his power and your mortality. But you did believe that somehow he liked you. At least enough to not want to leave your apartment.
And as someone who only enjoyed spending three hours at most with someone at a time, you were thoroughly enjoying the constant company, strangely enough. Loki’s presence was comforting and never commanding. He cooked, he cleaned, he fucked like an animal, and you loved it all. He’d hold you when you got cold and let you fall asleep on his chest in the middle of the day without any complaints. And when you woke up again, he’d greet you with the most beautiful smile in the world.
It was this calm, easy way of living that had you rather startled at his question. In bed, he was dark, dominant, and demanding, but you expected that. Outside of the bedroom, Loki was suave, cool, confident, at times cocky, but always sweet. Yet, as he looked at you now, there was a wickedness in his eyes that almost had you feeling a sense of intimidation.
“Does this game have anything to do with me being on my knees?” you asked, lifting an eyebrow. Loki chuckled and reached one hand out. He patted the top of your head, and you knew that you should feel degraded, but it was comforting when Loki did it. His fingers scratched the crown of your head and he hummed.
“Not exactly, actually,” he said with a shrug.
“Are you sure?” you purred as best you could. You shifted towards him and knelt between his legs. You ran your hands up his strong, powerful thighs, the tips of your fingers brushing his crotch with every lap. Upon each swipe, you felt him getting harder and harder beneath the expensive fabric of his pants. Slowly, you leaned in and pressed a kiss over his crotch. “We can change that.”
“Don’t tempt me, pet,” Loki hissed, his hand holding the back of your head.
“I like tempting you,” you whispered. You reached for his belt but Loki grabbed your wrists. He leaned forward and gave you a stern look that had you shifting backwards.
He was definitely in a special sort of mood to deny a blowjob.
“Let me ask you again, little one. Do you want to play a game?” Loki asked, his voice much calmer than you suspected he was actually feeling. You bit your lip and nodded quietly. Loki hummed and shook his head. “Use your words.”
“Yes, Master,” you whispered.
“Good girl,” Loki said with a slick grin. “Pick a number.”
“A number?” you asked. “Why?”
“If I told you then there would be no fun in this,” Loki explained. One of his large hands released your wrist and gripped your chin between pinched fingers. “Pick a number.”
“Uh…”
“I don’t like repeating myself and you’ve made me do it several times already. Must I punish you, little girl?” Loki growled. Oh, so he was feeling extra dominant today. That wasn’t really shocking. You woke up that morning with his cock pressed to your ass and his fingers grazing your clit. You had opened your mouth but Loki hushed you, instructing you not to speak until he was done fucking you. It was thrilling and you came exceptionally hard, though it startled you how dominant he was first thing in the morning.
If only you knew that Loki had to stroke himself to completion three times during the night after having dreams about you fucking him and his clone. Now he was just...frustrated. He was frustrated because despite how much self control he thought he had, he wanted nothing more than to toss you into the midst of a threesome with himself. You put these thoughts in his head. You tempted him to join you that night. You made his dreams exceptionally filthy.
And he was going to make you pay for it.
Lovingly.
It was just past lunch now and you still felt your body recovering from its intense orgasm in the early hours of the morning. Loki had not touched you sexually since then, instead letting you wander around the house with wobbly legs. You were in one of his shirts and a pair of underwear - your traditional garb ever since Loki, for lack of better words, moved in. And he was sitting on the couch wearing just his trousers. It was a different sort of intimacy, constantly having a portion of your skin exposed to each other, but with the devious look in Loki’s eyes, it was as if you were completely stripped naked.
Dumbly, you blinked at Loki. “If that’s what you want, Loki.”
“I want everything, pet,” Loki murmured, stroking your cheek. “I want each and every part of you all to myself. I want you to adore me until the end of time. I want you to...tell me everything you feel.” Loki paused and cleared his throat. “But most of all, I want you to pick a number.”
“How about...20?” you said, tugging a number from your mind at random.
Loki’s grin grew and his eyes lit up with a sparkle so bright you swore his irises changed color. He began chuckling as he shook his head back and forth. The grip on your chin tightened and you understood in that moment that you must have made a mistake.
“Oh, you’re in for it,” Loki laughed. He hoisted you upwards so you straddled one of his legs, your cunt positioned directly over his thigh. You squirmed uncomfortably, the wetness beneath your underwear making itself well known. Loki smiled at you, one that was wicked and full of sin, as he caressed your thighs. “Sweet girl, do you trust me?”
“Yes,” you said without any second of hesitation. “I do.”
Loki’s gaze softened and his smile became gentler, fonder. “You mean the world to me. Thank you for putting your trust in me.”
He lifted your hands and kissed them before returning them to his shoulders. Your heart stuttered in your chest when he whispered those words. You mean the world to me. It was a phrase that could be said with ease, and you had said it many times before about simpler things. But the way Loki said it held so much intention. You were beginning to wonder if his words went deeper than they appeared. If maybe, perhaps, he truly did feel something for you.
You wanted him to say it. You speaking your heart first would only cause Loki to leave you - at least, that’s what the voice in your head said. Loki was a prince, a god, a near immortal being who could have any being in the universe. For now, he was just playing with you. You were his pet, his little one, and nothing more. You knew you shouldn’t let yourself feel these things - possession, admiration, love - it would only lead to heartbreak in the long run. But you couldn’t stop yourself. Loki had dragged you into the deep end and you would not leave until he told you to. Even then, you would fight to stay by his side. You wanted him more than anything and maybe one day, you would have him.
For now, you would simply bow your head and worship him the way you were originally destined to. You would love him quietly and hope, pray, wish that nothing happened that would force him to leave you. You couldn’t bear it if he did.
Your face must have betrayed your deep thoughts because Loki was now brushing his knuckles along the soft edges of your cheek.
“I’ll always trust you,” you said softly, tears welling in your eyes. “I’m yours, Loki.”
“You’re mine,” he repeated back, eyes locked on your lips. “Mine to cherish. Mine to protect. Mine to hold and care for. Mine to fall asleep with. Mine to make love to. Mine to cook for. Mine to clean for. Mine to live for.”
“Loki…”
“I live for you,” Loki murmured, dragging his eyes back up to your face. “My heart beats only for you.”
It was words like those that had you falling deeper for him, wondering if perhaps that voice in your head was wrong all along.
“And now, speaking of beating hearts,” Loki laughed, a light blush on his cheeks as his wicked grin returned, smearing all hints of softness from his face. “Let’s get yours racing.”
“What do you have in store for me, Master?” you asked.
“I asked you to pick a number. You picked 20, correct?” Loki questioned, earning a confirming nod from you. “That’s a rather high number, don’t you think?”
“It could be, depending on what your scale is,” you answered. Loki hummed in acknowledgement and stroked the insides of your bare thighs with his thumbs. “Can you tell me why I had to pick a number?”
“For our little game,” Loki said with a wink. “Today, I want to see how many times I can possibly make you cum. However, it would be no fun if I made up the goal. It’s much less of a challenge that way. Therefore, you made up your own goal and it is my job to make you reach it.”
“So...that 20…” you trailed off, your eyes widening and your heart picking up speed. “It’s...it’s how many…”
“Yes, pet. It’s how many times you will cum today.” Loki’s eyes were glittering with mischief and intent, and his smile was laced with seduction. You squirmed nervously but Loki hushed you, cupping your cheeks and stroking your cheekbones with his thumbs.
“Isn’t that a bit intense?” you asked, chewing your lip. “How, uh, how quickly do you plan to get this done?”
“Very quickly,” Loki purred, leaning in to kiss your neck. You knew he was doing it to specifically warm you up. He wanted you to relax. It was working. His lips glided over your pulse and he licked your skin with his skilled tongue. “Don’t you want this, little one? Haven’t you been begging me for this?
“Y-Yes,” you stuttered. Your fingers threaded themselves in Loki’s dark hair. He angled his leg upwards so his thigh was pressed firmly to your cunt. You gasped and rocked down against his leg. “I just d-didn’t think you’d be giving me so many.”
“That’s the point,” Loki mumbled into your neck. “I want to use your body over and over again until you are weak and limp, solely a hole for my pleasure.”
“Fuck!” you hissed, tossing your head back at his filthy words. He always knew exactly how to push your buttons and erect the most dirty thoughts in your mind.
“You’re mine,” Loki growled. “I will rip each and every orgasm from you whether you like it or not. You will beg me to stop and I will not listen. You have your colors, use them wisely. Otherwise, I will not halt at all until I tear 20 orgasms from your little body. Is that what you want? Tell me now.”
“Yes, Master,” you uttered breathlessly.
“Good girl. Let’s start,” Loki said. You felt something tingle below you and you looked downwards. Your panties had disappeared, leaving your wet pussy completely exposed. Then, you watched as Loki’s trousers transformed into his tight leather pants - black ones that hugged his legs. His thighs twitched under the pants and you gasped, your cunt clenching in delight. Loki settled back against the couch and folded his arms behind his head. “Ride me.”
“O-Okay,” you squeaked. You reached for the laces of his pants but Loki clicked his tongue. You looked up into his eyes - blown wide and dark with lust - as he jutted his chin towards you.
“Not my cock,” he said. His eyes fell to his leg and you followed his gaze.
Oh.
Experimentally, you began rocking back and forth on Loki’s thigh. The leather rubbing against your bare cunt sent chills down your spine. You whimpered as you grinded against him. Loki’s shirt swayed around your hips, scratching his thighs with every swish of your hips. His thighs felt strong and solid beneath you. You rested your hands on Loki’s naked chest as you rode his thigh, your wetness smearing against his pants.
“M-Master,” you whined, your clit throbbing with need. “It feels so good.”
“I bet it does,” Loki purred. “You look like a good little slut riding my thigh. My shirt is so big on you, kitten. It simply swallows you whole. I can’t wait to fuck you in that shirt.”
“Oh my gosh,” you groaned, moving yourself faster against him. For some reason, the fact that he wasn’t aiding you was even more erotic. Loki was watching you with hooded eyes, his cock straining in his pants as he watched you ride his thigh. To you, this felt like one of the ultimate forms of submission - getting yourself off while your Master just watched you. Your cunt clenched, your clit buzzed, and you were embarrassed at how close you were to cumming.
“That’s my good girl,” Loki purred. “Ride your Master’s thigh. I can feel you making my pants all dirty with your sweet cream. I can’t wait to taste you later.”
“Loki,” you moaned, your orgasm tightening within you. “I need...I need…”
“Already?” Loki faux gasped. “Maybe this will be easier than I thought. Shall we bump up the goal, then?”
“Only if you want to kill me,” you said through gritted teeth. Your thighs were trembling as your clit rubbed the slick surface of Loki’s leather pants. You scratched your nails down his chest, causing Loki to hiss in pleasure. His eyes fluttered shut before they snapped open - the green of his irises nearly nonexistent thanks to how dilated his pupils were.
“Faster. Ride me faster. Go!” Loki barked. The dominance in Loki’s voice shook you like a branch in a storm. You scratched his chest harder, leaving behind trails of little red angry lines as you bucked your hips faster and faster. Sweat was beading on your brow as you felt your orgasm coming particularly quickly.
“I need to cum! Loki, please!” you begged.
“Cum. Now.”
You froze on Loki’s thigh as you came, your arousal leaking all over his pants. You cried out his name as you shivered above him, your cunt spasming, attempting to grip onto anything. When your orgasm finally subsided, you opened your eyes to find Loki watching you intently.
“You made a mess, kitten,” Loki sighed. He unraveled his hands from behind his head and poked his thigh. “Clean it.”
Immediately, you sank to your knees and ran your tongue along Loki’s pants where you had dripped. You continued to look into his eyes as you cleaned yourself off his pants. Loki’s nostrils flared as you moaned. When you began spinning the tip of your tongue around a particularly wet spot, Loki’s composure snapped. He grabbed you and threw you onto the couch. He spread your legs and dove in between your thighs, burying his face in your pussy.
“Loki!” you screamed, arching your back from the couch. He had barely given you any time to recover - really, only the few seconds you were on the ground. Your clit was still sensitive from its constant rubbing along his leathers and now his tongue was licking at you, daring that little bud to get worked up again. Loki didn’t speak as he ate you out - something you were thankful for. If he began speaking, your next orgasm would come faster than it should have.
And honestly, you already felt it building up.
You tangled your hand in Loki’s hair and held him against you as you rocked against his face. Loki moaned as he slipped two fingers inside of you, pumping them quickly and desperately. He was obviously trying to work you into an orgasm instead of his usual teasing. You were beginning to wonder how quickly these orgasms would actually be torn from your body. If it was following this rate, you were sure you would hit your goal within the next hour or two. And if that was the case, you were terrified for the condition of your body and mind. Both were going to be reduced to fuzzy, weak goo.
Loki’s lips suctioned around your clit and he sucked hard. He spoke no words, but his eyes dared you to let go. His fingers curled inside of you and rubbed the spongy portion of your cunt. You shouted his name again and arched your back from the couch. When he spread his fingers inside of you and bit down on your clit, you flew headfirst into your orgasm.
“Master!” you screeched, your entire body buzzing with pleasure. Loki continued to suck you through your orgasm. You thought he was going to let go of you but he didn’t. He didn’t let you recover nor did he give your body time to relax. He fucked you with his fingers and licked you with his tongue, urging you over the edge into your next orgasm. This one was just as powerful as the one prior, but you came wordlessly this time - your body so in shock that you couldn’t process what was happening. And then, he did it again. And again. And again. Until his face was covered in your juices and the couch was soaked with your arousal.
Loki had denied you orgasms. He had given you plenty. But never had he forced you into so many orgasms one right after another. Your body was tingling and you weren’t able to feel your feet anymore. You curled your toes, attempting to feel something, but even that motion made your spine sore. You whined when Loki slid his fingers out of you and crawled up your body.
“Loki…” you whined as he smeared his fingers along your lips. “This is so…”
“Painful? Pleasurable?” Loki cooed. “Both? I understand. But that’s the point, pet. You know what I love to do to your body. I am your Master and I will play with you as I please.”
“I’m yours,” you murmured, taking his fingers into his mouth. Your words came out softer and more loving than you intended, and with your eyes closed, you didn’t see the longing look that Loki gave you.
He loved you so much.
“You are,” he said firmly, trying not to let his emotions leak into his tone. “And you will now cum on my cock.”
Loki quickly unlaced his leather trousers and freed his cock. He slapped it against your wet pussy, sending sharp lines of pleasure through you. You moaned, thighs trembling as Loki smacked you again. You spread your legs further and pleaded him with your thighs. Loki fisted himself in one hand and slowly slid his large cock inside of you, stuffing you completely.
“Thank you for your cock,” you sighed happily, a small smile on your face as your body adjusted to the feeling of his generous cock inside of you.
“So polite, pet,” Loki chuckled. He raked his eyes down your body and his cock twitched inside of you. Your eyes were screwed shut with pleasure as he fit himself snugly inside of you. Your body was nearly consumed by his shirt and your legs were spread wide to accommodate him. You were his perfect, submissive little pet and he wanted to claim you completely. Loki bent himself over you and kissed your neck. “I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to make you cry. Remember your colors.”
“Yes, Master,” you acknowledged, fluttering your eyes open. Loki reared his hips back before slamming forward, his cock shoving inside your sensitive cunt. He planted his hands beside your head as he pulled himself upwards, giving him the perfect leverage above you as he brutally fucked you. Your entire body was both numb and buzzing with pleasure. Your abused clit was hard and begging to be simultaneously touched and left alone.
Loki’s groans filled your ears as he fucked you. Your name fell from his lips as the blunt head of his cock jabbed you. The hairs at the base of his cock scratched your clit, flinging you forward towards your orgasm. You tried to hold back - tried to give your body a moment of rest - but it was futile. Your hands grabbed Loki’s arms, perhaps in an attempt to ground yourself. But then, you felt his muscles flexing beneath your fingers and you lost all control.
His arms were so strong, so lethal. They could hold you tenderly or bring about death. You watched in awe as his muscles moved, twitched, and strained as he held his heavy body up. Sweat was beading his triceps. His forearms were strained, revealing thick veins under the skin that protruded thanks to his strength.
Your eyes moved to his face, admiring how his expression was scrunched in pleasure. His brows were furrowed, knit so tightly together. His mouth was parted as he chanted your name - a sound that you would never tire of hearing. And his eyes, those deep emeralds of eyes were staring at you, taking in your every move.
“Loki,” you whimpered. You could feel your orgasm approaching. You gripped his biceps tighter You reached up and sunk your teeth into his bicep, trying to silence your moans. Loki hissed and his cock stilled inside of you. You looked up and saw his face contorted in pleasure.
Fuck, how had you not realized it?
Loki had a pain kink.
It should have been obvious by now. Whenever you kissed his neck, his cock got hard beneath you, but when you bit his neck, he immediately tried to fuck you. When you scratched your nails along his chest, he would moan desperately and pull you closer. Now, as you bit his arm, you realized that the twinge of pain brought him absolute pleasure. And were you really that different? The choking, the spanking, the biting? You were one in the same.
Carefully, you dislodged your teeth from Loki’s arm and began kissing the bite mark slowly. Loki watched you, his body still paused above you. You licked over the bite mark before dragging your mouth downwards and biting him again. Loki nearly growled as he began fucking you harder, his balls slapping against your abused cunt. He ground down against you, and as the hairs at the base of his cock toyed with your clit, you came. You shouted into Loki’s arm as he thrusted you forward into an orgasm that had you blinded.
“Bad girl,” Loki hissed as he flipped you over so you were in his lap. He was sitting on the couch and he grabbed your hips, nails digging into your skin as he bounced you up and down on his cock. “Biting your Master.”
“You love it,” you challenged with a weak smile. Your body was limp with pleasure as he just used you for himself, his cock dragging in and out of you, rubbing against your sensitive walls. You tossed your head back as your ass - still sore from his spanking - hit against his now bare legs. One of Loki’s hands moved around and spanked you, reminding you of who was truly in charge here. You cursed and fell forward, bracing yourself on his chest. You grinned wickedly and dragged your nails down his chest, his abdomen, and back up. Loki cursed and threw his head back, exposing his neck to you. You leaned in and bit over his pulse, sucking a bruise into his skin. “Admit it, Loki. You love the pain.”
“I love...it. I love it so much,” he grunted quickly. “But this isn’t about me.”
He pushed you off of him, angling you backwards on his cock. Loki aggressively held your hips and fucked into you, his cock hitting a deeper spot in you than before.
“Loki!” you screamed, balancing yourself on his thighs. One of his hands came forward and played with your clit. “Fuck! Too much! Too much!”
“You can take it,” Loki growled. “Be my good little slut and take my cock.”
“H-Hurts,” you admitted. It did hurt. Your clit was sorely abused and your body was overly sensitive from pleasure. You had lost count of how many orgasms he had given you but you knew that it was only a small portion of what was expected. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could handle, especially with Loki using you so roughly. But the way he manhandled you, dragged you around, and exerted his strength over you had your cunt clenching around him. You whined as he pushed you into another orgasm, and did not relent his thrusts until you were cumming in that position again. You grabbed at his chest and cried. “Stop! Stop, I can’t take it!”
“Yes, you can,” Loki said, pulling you forward so you were resting against his chest. You cried into his neck as his cock slowly thrusted in and out of you. It helped you come down from your high, but it also kept you floating in the air. Loki hushed you and brushed his hand along the back of your head. “Color?”
“Green,” you whimpered, already so sure of your answer despite the sensitivity of your body. You wanted this. You wanted him.
“If it’s not, that’s okay, pet,” Loki said softly, kissing your cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You could never,” you whispered, burying your head deeper in his neck. Loki stroked your back - still covered in his shirt - as he let you relax a bit. He never halted the movements of his cock, he only kept them slow. But that was enough to make your overly sensitive body shudder through another orgasm, your clit not even needing to be touched. You cried out, tears falling from your eyes as you came. Albeit, it was smaller and did not come with the sharp twinge of pleasurable pain that the last two had, but it still wrecked your body. Loki held you tighter and once you stopped cumming, he slipped his hard cock out of you.
“You’re doing so good, sweet,” Loki praised you, causing a blush to rise to your cheeks. He lifted a hand away from you and conjured a glass of water. You peered out from his neck when he nudged you with the cold glass. “Drink.”
You lifted your head enough for Loki to pour the water down your throat. You drank it in generous gulps and sighed when the glass was empty.
“Are we done?” you asked, running your finger along one of the red lines you left on Loki’s chest.
“No,” Loki said gently. “Not even close.”
You tried not to smile, secretly happy that Loki wasn’t done using your body. You shifted on his lap and noticed his cock was still hard beneath you. As your bruised ass glided over his cock, Loki grunted and bucked upwards.
“Why haven’t you cum yet?” you asked, rocking back against Loki’s cock. His arms tightened around you and he bit his lip, trying to hold back his groans. You raised an eyebrow and moved against him in deeper, harder swoops. “I think you need to cum, Loki.”
“This isn’t about me,” Loki grunted. “I need to keep making you cum.”
“But you can cum with me, you know,” you whispered. You took his cock in one hand and held him straight up. You lifted yourself upwards before sinking down on his cock. Your legs protested, shaking in defiance but you ignored them. Your sore cunt wept and you were shocked at how wet you still were after all of this. “Take me. Cum inside of me. I want to feel you cum over and over again.”
“You dirty girl,” Loki spat before thrusting his hips upwards. Unlike his gentle, caring thrusts from before, Loki now fucked you harshly. It was clear he was chasing his own orgasm, the desire to cum inside of you irresistible. Loki loved cumming in you and you loved it just as much. The feeling of his cum sticking to your walls and dripping down your thighs was a feeling you were nearly addicted to. It was that feeling that you chased, that you wanted so badly you didn’t even care about the sensitivity of your body. You bounced into Loki’s thrusts, aiding him in his orgasm. Loki’s eyes were dangerous as he began playing with your clit with his middle finger. You yelped and tried to move around, unsure of whether you were trying to escape the sensation or push more into it.
“Fuck,” you whined, your head rolling along your shoulders.
“I will only cum when you do,” Loki challenged you. Your cheeks fell red and now, you were chasing your own orgasm solely for the purpose of receiving his cum. Loki’s finger swiveled you faster, harder, a bit more aggressively. He bared his teeth at you, lust clouding his vision.
“I...I need to…” You couldn’t finish your sentence. As your orgasm hit you - again, the number unknown - you fell forward and bit Loki’s chest. He shouted your name and came, his cum shooting into you and mixing with your plentiful release. “More...need more cum…”
“Take it, pet,” Loki said through gritted teeth. His own orgasm was powerful as he shot into you, the denial of release causing him to be pent up. As Loki shot into you, he had the sudden urge to cum inside of you again. He wanted to fill you to the brim with his cum and he did not want to wait any longer.
Loki grabbed your hair and pulled you closer to him, sealing your lips together. The kiss was messy - a clashing of tongue, teeth and lips that fought for dominance. Loki easily won, forcing you to submit to his will. You sank against him, hands gripping his shoulders. His tongue tasted your mouth, licking up your moans and your sighs, swallowing them to devour.
“I need to fuck you again,” Loki groaned. “I will not let you rest. You are mine to fuck and claim. You are mine.”
Oh, he was getting possessive again. When he pulled that phrase out - fuck and claim - you knew you were in for some rough pleasure. You pulled yourself off of Loki’s cock and shucked his shirt from your body. He watched you, a bit nervous that you were leaving, only to find his cock twitching to hardness again as you planted yourself on the couch beside him, presenting yourself to him on your hands and knees. You wet pussy glistened with your arousal and dripped with his. Your hole was gaping, thanks to his constant use, and your clit was red and irritated.
“Use me, Master. Use me for whatever you want to use me for. I am yours, always. I’m here for your pleasure, for your cock, for your cum. Whatever you see fit, that’s what I’m for,” you whispered. You turned and looked over your shoulder, winking at Loki teasingly. “Come and take me.”
Loki was winded with desire. He hopped up and groped your ass, the bruises from his spanking staring up at him with pride. Loki rocked his cock against your sore pussy and you whined, burying your head in the couch. Even though Loki was barely touching you, the sensitivity your body currently held was making it rather difficult to be touched so intimately. Loki clicked his tongue and pulled you up by your hair.
“No hiding from me, little one,” Loki purred in your ear. “You wanted this, just remember that.”
With that, Loki slid his cock deep inside of you in one swift motion. Tingles ran up your spine as Loki bottomed out. His cock, large and stiff, felt like a solid rod inside of you that was both painful and pleasurable. You squirmed around, but Loki held you still by your hair. He looked down and watched his cum slide out of you and around his cock and he wanted nothing more than to fill you up again.
So he did.
He fucked you through several more orgasms on that couch, hitting his own peak as well every single time. But thanks to his godly status and his magic, his cock did not soften nor did his desire for you. You fueled that last part all on your own. You were so tempting to him and with every mewl and moan that came from your mouth, Loki wanted you more and more. He wanted to spear you on his cock for the rest of your days, uncaring of any obligations or responsibilities that either of you may have. This was what you deserved. You deserved to have your body worshipped and praised by him every day. You deserved to receive his cum in your swollen pussy. You deserved to feel loved and cherished - that, he was making sure he could do even without saying so.
Loki looked down and admired the way all of his cum leaked from your body and onto the couch. He was sliding so easily within you, despite your red and raw hole. He couldn’t stop fucking you, this was far too erotic. The amount of cum inside of you was overwhelming but for Loki, it still was not enough. You needed more. He would give you more.
“Loki...hurts,” you slurred after your next orgasm. Your body was aching, sore all over and completely sensitive. When Loki’s hand touched your hip, shockwaves crawled along your skin. You clawed at the couch and attempted to escape but Loki held onto you tighter. “T-Too much…”
“We’re nearly there, pet. Only two more orgasms to go,” Loki chuckled. You let out a choked sob and spread your legs further for him, his cock pounding into you. His thrusts picked up their pace and you let out a weak cry.
“Yellow,” you whispered.
Loki stopped.
He left his cock inside of you, your pussy clutching onto him for dear life. You pulsed around him, your body conflicted as to whether to keep him inside of you or let him slide out of you. You, personally, wanted only the former. Loki hooked his thumb under your chin and turned your face towards him. Your cheeks were covered in tears and your lips were parted.
“Pet? Talk to me, are you okay?” Loki asked gently.
You nodded. “Just...just needed a minute…”
“Do you want to stop?” Loki asked. “I won’t be upset if that is what you want. This is for you.”
“No!” you sobbed, pushing back against Loki’s body. “Want...want to keep going. Just...hurts...need a second…”
“Would you like me to pull out?” Loki murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade. Even that simple touch had you crying out and clenching your cunt. You shook your head and bit your lip.
“Stay in. Please, Loki. I need you,” you whined. You took some deep breaths and let your body relax. When the majority of your trembling disappeared, you gave Loki a quiet nod. “Okay, I’m okay now.”
“Are you sure?” Loki asked. “I want you to -”
“I’m green, Loki, please! Please fuck me. Make me cum again. I need you so badly. I need you, Loki, I need you!” you cried out. Loki hushed you again as he kissed your skin. He slowly pulled his cock out before driving it back in. Your body stung but once the pain dispersed, you felt ultimate pleasure. The world around you was falling apart and all you could focus on was the sweet drag of Loki’s cock inside of you. Nothing else mattered except for him. This man, this beautiful, godly man, was at the very center of your universe and you only concentrated on him and the even thrusts going into your body.
“You feel so good around me, baby,” Loki groaned against you, his forehead pressed to your back as he fucked you. You moaned, his name slurring in your mouth, as you grabbed behind you and held onto his wrist. You just wanted to feel him.
Loki knew what was happening. The pain and pleasure were morphing into one and dragging you down into the depths of subspace. He had never managed to take you so far into pleasure before. All you could say was his name and your need for submission had you pressing your ass back against him. Loki did not even expect you to cum, but you did, and he came with you, spurting his hot cum inside of you.
You gasped as Loki managed to flip you around onto your back with his cock still inside of you.
“I want to watch you as you cum one more time for me, pet,” Loki said with a moan. His eyes bore into yours as he began fucking you, only one more orgasm left on your list to accomplish. You didn’t know how much time had passed or even where you were. All you cared about was Loki’s cock inside of you and his breath on your skin.
“Loki…” you whispered, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck. Loki pressed his forehead to yours and he grunted your name, his own cock beginning to warn him of overuse. But he wanted to cum in you one last time. He wanted to fill you up and watch you fall apart underneath him. Loki kissed you, a sigh leaving his lips as he tasted you. Your lips barely moved against his but he could tell you were trying. He pulled away and you whined, your mouth seeking his again. Loki kissed the corner of your mouth and sat up a bit.
“You’ve been such a good girl for your Master. Can you cum once more? Just once more for me, pet. That’s all I need. I need you to cum on my cock,” Loki purred in his soothing, elegant voice, coaxing you into your next orgasm. He reached down and pressed his thumb to your aching clit, and that was enough to send you over the edge. You screamed soundlessly, your lungs filling with air as your last orgasm washed over you. Your cunt spasmed around Loki’s cock as you cried out, tears falling down your cheeks. Loki moaned your name and spilled inside of you one last time, his cock completely still inside of you.
“Loki…” you repeated, unsure of what else to say. Slowly, Loki slid his cock from you and scooped you up into his arms. He carried you into your room and immediately placed you on the bed. He conjured a washcloth and spread your legs, only to find what leaked between your thighs so erotic that he let out another moan. You were absolutely soaked in his cum. It was stuck to the insides of your thighs, your red cunt, and your throbbing clit. Still, Loki reached forward with the washcloth to clean you. He pressed the cloth to your cunt and you yelped. “No...no…”
“I know it hurts, pet, but I need to clean you,” Loki explained softly.
“Leave it,” you sighed, your head rolling back and forth on the pillow. “It’s you…I’m yours...I’m yours…”
“You’re mine,” Loki said in agreement. He tossed the cloth onto the floor and crawled up behind you, settling you against his body. He rubbed your arms when you shivered, your face slack against his chest. He wondered for a moment if he pushed you too hard. You had said a safe word, after all. Should he have kept going afterwards? Loki worried his lip between his teeth. He looked down at you and saw a glaze in your eyes. “Pet, I’m so sorry.”
“No...don’t…” you sighed, curling into him. “Loki...love...I love…”
Loki stayed completely still. He dared not to even take a breath as he waited to hear what you had to say.
“Love your stupid games,” you laughed.
Loki smiled and kissed the top of your head. Though he wished it was a different admission that was coming from your mouth, he was still relieved that you enjoyed what happened.
But he was still hoping one day, you would love him back.
Your body felt like it was floating, detached from reality and soaring through space. You knew nothing except for that Loki’s arms were around you. You felt safe here, grounded. Though this feeling was strange, you knew Loki would protect you. He’d keep you safe. He always did. There was pleasure in your bones, pain in your blood, and delight coursing through your every vein. It was an interesting feeling and one you were sure Loki would provide you with again.
For the next hour, Loki held you until the glaze disappeared from your eyes. He kissed you until you were no longer whimpering. He rocked you back and forth until you were curling deeper into him and kissing his chest. And even after you finally left subspace, Loki continued to dote on you.
He conjured up dinner in bed and fed you by hand again. He wrapped your favorite blanket around you and petted your hair. He tried to clean the fluids between your thighs once more but you adamantly stopped him, begging him to leave it on you. Loki would not fight it. It was just another way to remind you that you were his.
After you ate dinner, you were curled up on top of Loki. Your finger was stroking along his chest, tracing the nail marks you left behind. For a moment, you felt a twinge of sorrow. You didn’t realize how hard you actually scratched him. But then, you furrowed your brows. You had scratched him.
“Loki?” you asked, looking up at him.
“What is it, my beautiful girl?” Loki asked, kissing your forehead briefly. You blushed and shook your head before pointing to the marks on his chest. Loki peeked down at them but returned his gaze quickly to you.
“How did I do that?” You poked one of the red lines. “You’re supposed to be much more durable than that. I shouldn’t have been able to scratch you.”
“Nor should you be able to give me love bites but here we are.” Loki turned his head to the side and revealed some of the bruises you had bitten into his skin over the past few days. “You see, pet, I allow you to do this. Truthfully, you cannot hurt me but I allow you to. I drop the defense of my skin and make it possible for you to bite me, scratch me, mark me. I left the guard down ever since that night we broke your kitchen table.”
“You broke my kitchen table. I was just laying there,” you reminded him.
Loki snorted but shrugged. “Fair enough. Anyway, I enjoyed getting marked by you so much and I knew you certainly found delight in it as well, so I just keep letting it happen.”
“You like being marked by me,” you murmured, biting your lip to conceal your smile.
“I do,” Loki admitted. His eyes grew serious, thoughtful. “Truthfully, pet, I’d let you do anything you wanted to me. Bite me, hurt me, kill me. I’d let you do it all.”
“Why?” you whispered, shifting yourself so you were closer to his face. Your heart was racing as you looked closely at Loki’s beautiful face. Loki’s eyes fell to your lips and he licked his own.
“I think you know why.”
He kissed you before you could answer. The kiss was slow and felt somehow more intimate than fucking Loki all afternoon. His hands caressed your naked thighs and yours were locked in his hair. His tongue traced your lower lip and you parted your mouth, allowing him entrance. Even though the kiss had deepened, Loki kept it slow. He kept you wanting more. When Loki pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and sighed.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“For what?” you asked, threading your fingers tighter in his soft hair.
“For everything. For letting me stay here, for letting me sleep in your bed with you, for letting me play with you,” Loki chuckled the last part. “You know, me and my stupid games.”
“It was a fun game,” you laughed. “Intense, but fun.”
“So I didn’t go too far? Even though you used a safe word?” Loki asked, leaning back and looking at you with worried eyes. You shook your head and kissed his cheek.
“Not at all. I would have said ‘red’ if I needed you to stop. I swear my body has never felt so good yet so...not mine,” you said.
Loki nodded and brushed his knuckles along your bicep. “Pleasure is odd. It makes you feel things you wouldn’t normally feel. You don’t feel like you own yourself sometimes. But you’d be glad to give yourself away to the other person. You trust them and you know they’ll take care of you.”
“Yeah,” you whispered, not thinking at all about pleasure, but about a different feeling. “You’re right.”
You and Loki rested there quietly for a few more moments before Loki wordlessly scooped you up into his arms and carried you into the bathroom. He held you in one arm while he ran the bath. Somehow, you both managed to squeeze into your small tub. Loki washed your body tenderly in the warm water, soothing your skin and eventually cleaning between your legs. It was somewhat upsetting to feel the traces of his cum leave your thighs, but then, his arms tightened around you. His lips pressed to the back of your head. He began humming the familiar tune of “Something” by The Beatles. His hands explored your stomach. His legs pulled you in closer.
And finally, with the quietest voice, he whispered “I am yours, my love.”
You had not misheard him this time. Loki was here. He was with you. He was yours. And maybe, there was a faint possibility that Loki loved you too.
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Chapter 18: A Frost Giant In A Freezer Aisle Is Pretty “Cool”
Summary:
It’s your last day of vacation and you decide you want to make it extra special. When Loki proposes that you can do anything you want, you know that you are certainly going to take advantage of that.
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When Sunday came around at long last, you wanted to cry.
You had to go back to work tomorrow and your blissful vacation full of sex, sex, and a bit more sex would unfortunately be coming to an end. You knew you’d still get laid even after you went to work but it wouldn’t be the same. You couldn’t wake up whenever you wanted, randomly get bent over a table and fucked, and you couldn’t be around Loki for every moment of the day. Now, you actually had to focus on ridiculous things like work and bills and waking up on time again. There was a possibility that after work, you’d be too tired to fuck - well, no, there wouldn’t be. Even tiredness couldn’t stop Loki from being inside of you. But it was something to consider, at least.
Frankly, you weren’t ready to go back to the mundane life of editing articles, wearing itchy clothing, and trying to cover up your bruises. Even covering up your pendant was now something you had to consider again. It had hung freely around your neck for these past two weeks - whether in the form of the necklace or the collar, it didn’t matter. You didn’t need to hide it. Really, you could leave the necklace dangling above your clothing at work but you didn’t want the constant questioning.
And you knew there was someone who would definitely question you about it.
At one point, you would have been worried about Mr. Richards seeing the necklace. However, he already saw it and it brought literal fear into his eyes. Though, you knew that was because of Loki threatening him - a memory that brought you more joy that you wanted to admit. But it wasn’t Mr. Richards you were worried about anymore.
It was Michael.
The man was creepy. You didn’t know much about him and honestly, the two weeks away from work had actually pushed him out of your mind. You were so focused on Loki and his passion and his intensity than the thought of literally any other man was simply nonexistent to you. But now that you had to return to work, he had crept back up into your thoughts. You didn’t want to have to deal with him and his lunches, his chocolates, and his odd behaviors. He had tried asking you out right before you went on vacation and you feared what he would do when you returned.
You had half a mind to ask Loki to come to work with you again. He didn’t have to do anything other than just stand around in his invisible form. However, you were a bit afraid to ask him to do that. It was clear Loki cared for you and that he wanted to protect you, but you didn’t want to become too dependent on him. You could handle this. There was nothing Michael could do that wouldn’t be seen by all of your other coworkers. All in all, you were nervous, but you felt mostly safe.
Still, Loki must have sensed something was wrong. You had been sitting on the couch after lunch just staring out of the window. He had been saying something, but you weren’t paying attention. He went quiet for a few moments, then he said your name. Still, you didn’t respond. He began speaking again though you weren’t listening to anything he said. Finally, Loki placed his large hand on your thigh and you jumped, whipping your head to face Loki. He was offering you a concerned look as he rubbed your thigh.
“Sorry,” you murmured. “I zoned out a bit.”
“I could tell,” Loki chuckled. “I’ve been calling you my dirty little cock slut and begging you to let me fuck you for the past three minutes and you haven’t even noticed.”
Your cheeks immediately lit up red. “Oh. That’s...wow.”
“Such a bad girl not listening to her Master,” Loki purred, sliding up beside you and wrapping his arm around you. He bent his head down and began peppering kisses along your neck. You sighed pleasantly, offering him more room to kiss. But when his hand moved upwards and groped your breast, you shook your head and pulled away. Loki furrowed his brows and returned his hand to your thigh. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m just not in the mood, I guess,” you sighed. You leaned back on the couch and began playing with the skin around your nails. That was something Loki had not seen before. He leaned back with you and wrapped a tight arm around your shoulder. He placed his hands over yours and when you looked up at him, he gave you a gentle look. You felt your lower lip tremble at the softness in his eyes.
“What’s going on, my love?” Loki asked. Chills ran up your spine at that name. He had used it a few times since saying it in the bathtub and every time those words left his lips, you felt yourself falling even harder for him. You swallowed the lump in your throat and shrugged.
“It’s nothing,” you said, placing your hands on your lap. Loki kept his hand over yours, probably to ensure that you didn’t continue to pick at your fingers.
“It’s not nothing if it’s bothering you,” Loki said softly, tenderly. “Something has been on your mind all day. You woke up and clung to me so tightly you left claw marks in me.” Loki gestured to his left side and showed you the crescent-moon-shaped fingernail marks in his skin.
You winced slightly. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be, I like them.” Loki winked flirtatiously. You rolled your eyes but blushed anyway. He leaned closer to you and kissed your warm cheek. “Not only that, but when I fucked you, you wouldn't stop staring at me with tears in your eyes. At the moment, I may have thought it was because you were feeling rather good. Now I can see it’s more than that. As we ate before, you were chewing very slowly, and for someone who eats quickly, that’s abnormal for you. Now you’re staring out the window and not even reacting to me. You’re biting your lip, toying with your hands, and I know something is wrong. Talk to me, my sweet.”
Your jaw had dropped as Loki completely read you. It was flattering, but also startling, how well he was able to examine you - even down to the way you chewed. You blinked a few times, trying to get the tears out of your eyes, before finally nodding and offering him a sad smile.
“Yeah, something’s wrong,” you said. You licked your lips and Loki stayed quiet, silently willing you to continue. “I don’t want to go back to work. I don’t want to stop seeing you. I don’t want to be busy again. I’m happy doing this, just being with you. This is the happiest I’ve felt in years. You, me, and Cooper...I love it. Going back to work has me feeling sick.”
“I see,” Loki hummed. “Well, allow me to clear one concern - you will not stop seeing me. Even when you go back to work, I will be here.”
“Really?” you asked, your eyes widening slightly. You were sure Loki would leave the moment you left. Truthfully, he had no reason to hang around your apartment after you went back to work. He had eight other realms he could hop around to and enjoy. He was probably in the mood to go back to Asgard.
“Yes, really.” Loki smiled. He rubbed his hand along your arm and kissed your temple. “I’ll get food ready for you while you work. I’ll take care of Cooper. I’ll even adjust his schedule so he goes out for walks before you come home. And then when you do get back, you’ll have a warm meal, a happy dog, and a god who is more than ready to bang you against the nearest flat surface at your service. I’ll even run you hot baths if that would make you happy.”
“How about a foot massage?” you giggled.
Loki grimaced. “I draw the line somewhere. I hate feet.”
“I’ve noticed,” you laughed. Loki watched you as you laughed, his own little smile teasing at his lips. When your giggles dissipated, Loki’s face fell into something more serious. He shifted in his spot and hugged you closer to him.
“Though, there is another option,” Loki murmured. His eyes flickered back up to yours and he shrugged lightly. “You could always quit your job.”
“Quit?” you gasped. “Trust me, I’d love that but I can’t just leave.”
“Why not?” Loki asked, tilting his head and furrowing his dark, lovely brows.
“We already had this conversation weeks ago, Loki. I have bills to pay. I have mouths to feed. I have...I have loans! I can’t just quit. If I quit, I lose my income. Cooper will starve. I’ll fall into debt and lose the apartment. I’ll be stuck on the streets,” you babbled, wringing your hands nervously. Loki hushed you and kissed your forehead with quick, consecutive pecks but that couldn’t stop the wobbling of your lips. “I can’t quit, no matter how much I want to.”
“You can, though,” Loki whispered. He turned your face so you were looking at him. His green eyes were dark and clouded with determination. They sparkled in the afternoon light, accentuated by his high cheekbones. You had the sudden urge to trace the line of his jaw and kiss his pink lips. You squeezed your thigh to stop yourself and shook your head.
“I can’t,” you muttered.
“You can. I’ll take care of you.”
“You’ll take care of me?” you questioned. Loki nodded with a gentle smile.
“I will,” he proposed. “I’m a prince, darling. I have more money than I know what to do with. I can easily transform the Asgardian coin into that of your region. I will pay for your apartment or you can move somewhere new and I’ll pay for that - hey, I’ll pay it in full. I’ll pay off your ridiculous loans. And as you can tell from the state of your refrigerator, food is not an issue. I can cover that as well. You and Cooper will never need to worry about empty stomachs ever again.”
“Why would you do that?” you whispered with a trembling, watery voice.
“Because I...I promised to take care of you. This is me doing that,” Loki said sincerely. He stroked his hands along you in a smooth, comforting manner. “You are miserable at your job. If you quit and allow me to provide for you, then you can do what you’ve always wanted to do - be an artist. With the supplies from Alfheim, you can make art and sell it. You’ll have all the time in the world to make your creations. And of course, I’d be here with you through it all.”
It was a tempting offer - a really tempting offer. What Loki was giving you was the chance to live the life you always wanted. You could make your art, not have to worry about bills or payments, and spend all the time in the world with Loki. You wanted to say yes. It would be so easy to say yes.
But you couldn’t.
If you took Loki up on this offer, you would be far too dependent on him. Then if he left you, you would be jobless, poor, and without any assistance whatsoever. You couldn’t rely on this, as much as you wanted to. Plus, if everything did go well, you would feel like you owed Loki something - some sort of payment, whether that be monetary or something more physical. You looked away from Loki and bit your lip.
“Thank you, Loki. That is such a beautiful thing for you to offer,” you whispered. You shut your eyes and felt a tear slip down your cheek. “But I can’t accept it. I need to go back to work. I can’t let you do that for me.”
“Pet…”
“Please, Loki,” you said, opening your watery eyes and turning back to Loki. The look on his face broke your heart. It looked like you just kicked him. You rested your hand on his thigh and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Believe me, I want to. Right now, though, I need to say no.”
Loki sighed and nodded. “I understand, pet. I respect your choices.”
“Thank you,” you acknowledged. Loki lifted his hand and using his thumb, he cleared your tears from your cheeks. You leaned into his touch and smiled. You felt so safe with Loki and everything in your world felt right when he was here. If you could leave your job for him, you would. You were just too terrified that things would not work out in the long run. You had already put your feelings on the line, you couldn’t risk your financial stability as well.
“Please know that the offer is always on the table, sweet one. Whenever you want, you can close up shop and come to me. I will always take care of you,” Loki said after kissing your nose. He bent his head further down and took your lips in his. You melted into his embrace and let yourself be kissed. It felt like something so simple, yet so intimate. You kissed Loki on the couch for a few moments before he broke away and pecked the corner of your mouth. “So darling, what do you want to do on your last day of vacation? We could do anything you want.”
You winced at the reminder but considered your options. Loki was giving you the chance to do anything you pleased. A million things ran through your head but one in particular stood out. You smiled up at Loki and sat up straighter.
“I want to cook dinner for you,” you said firmly.
Loki raised his left brow and gave you an incredulous look. “Really? Out of everything we could be doing - every position we could be in - you choose to make me dinner?”
“Yes.” You nodded twice. “You’ve been so good to me ever since you arrived and I’ve never really paid you back.”
“Mmm, pet, trust me, you’ve paid me back enough,” Loki purred, swooping his hand around your body to squeeze your ass. You yelped and jumped, but just glared at Loki as he laughed.
“I mean it, Loki!” you exclaimed, jabbing his nude chest. “You’ve taken care of me and I want to return the favor. I want to make you dinner.”
“Alright, alright,” Loki said, holding his hands up in mock defense. “What do you plan on making?”
“I don’t know yet.” You shrugged. “But I guess I should figure that out.”
You stood up from the couch and snagged a pair of leggings that were in a pile of laundry beside the window. Loki watched you curiously as you collected your things and walked towards the front door.
“Where are you going, pet?” Loki asked, jumping up and following you. When he rounded the corner to the front door, a black sweater had covered his torso.
“To the store,” you said as you opened your wallet and checked your bills inside.
“We have food here,” Loki explained, walking up to you and taking your wallet from you. You grimaced and snatched your wallet back, stuffing it promptly in your purse.
“We do, but I want to do this the old fashioned way. I don’t want to use your food. I want to pick out ingredients and make something just for you,” you explained.
Loki looked extremely hesitant, his lip between his teeth. You grabbed a sweater from the front closer and pulled it over your head. You slipped some boots on and looked back at Loki.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his torso. Loki immediately hugged you back, the lines in his forehead etched so deeply from frowning that you were concerned they would permanently mar his beautiful face.
“Let me go with you,” Loki said, his eyes glancing down at you. “I’d like to accompany you to the store, if you don’t mind.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to be without you.”
Your heart skipped a beat and a large smile broke out on your face. You nodded eagerly and squeezed Loki tighter. “Sure, let’s go then.”
A green light enveloped Loki and he was now dressed in a beautiful suit, tailored perfectly and accentuating every desirable curve and line of his body. You bit your lip and nodded, your eyes scanning him. Loki took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles.
“After you, kitten.”
*
“You humans are absolutely insane.”
“It’s not insane, Loki. It’s diverse.”
“Diverse? Alright, I will give you that. But this...there’s far too many options. How can you even choose?”
“Well, most people tend to have a go-to.”
“But you must try out everything before deciding on your go-to, correct?”
“Not necessarily. Sometimes you just know.”
“You just know,” Loki mumbled, shaking his head and staring at the freezer of ice cream in front of him. You two had been standing in the frozen food aisle for nearly ten minutes. Loki had seen the various flavors of ice cream and was absolutely bewildered. It was strange, for you felt that as a member of royalty, there would be plenty of flavors of dessert for Loki to have. However, you spent a chunk of time describing every flavor on the shelf. Frankly, Loki was relieved that “Rocky Road” did not have actual rocks in it.
“Yep, and we’re going to pick one out for you,” you said with a wink. You tugged open the glass freezer door and scanned the colorful containers of different ice cream for a few minutes. Shivering, you quickly swiped a container of chocolate with fudge ripples in it. The door shut behind you and you turned to Loki, wagging the container in the air. “You’ll like this.”
“Sure. But darling, you’re freezing,” he sighed, wrapping one arm around you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. He rubbed his hand along the outside of your sweater and you hummed pleasantly, burying your face in his suit jacket.
“That feels good,” you said dreamily.
“You shouldn’t have let yourself get so cold,” Loki chastised, lifting up one of your hands and kissing your chilly fingers. You noticed that his hands were oddly warm. You ran your thumb over his knuckles in wide circles.
“Does it affect you? You know, the cold? Because of your heritage,” you asked, looking up at Loki. His brows were furrowed as he watched your thumb run over his knuckles. He seemed to contemplate your question before shaking his head back and forth.
“Not really,” he said quietly. “I’m not fully Jotun so I can’t handle it as well as a full Frost Giant could, hence why I was not kept on Jotunheim. But standing in front of that freezer, I felt practically nothing. Your colder temperatures on Midgard would probably not affect me, but I would only survive for so long on Jotunheim without help. I’d probably need a fur pelt or two.”
“What about the heat?” you asked.
“I’m a bit less tolerable to the heat,” Loki explained. “I probably wouldn’t like it even if I wasn’t a Frost Giant. The feeling of being sweaty is just...gross.”
“You don’t seem to mind getting sweaty when we’re alone.” You winked, dropping Loki’s hand to fix his tie. You watched his Adam’s apple bob and you giggled. You walked over to another freezer and began perusing what was there, not really intent on purchasing anything but you were keen on teasing Loki. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his bulge straining through his expensive black trousers. You pressed your thighs together and tried to focus on the bag of frozen peas in front of you.
“You’re doing a terrible job at pretending you’re not equally as aroused as I am,” Loki murmured, head bent as his lips brushed your ear. “What you said may not have been all that filthy but I can bet your thoughts are now. Are you picturing it, pet? Are you picturing my body on top of yours, my cock thrusting in and out of your tight little cunt, my hands holding yours above your head so you’re completely helpless? I know I am.”
Loki lifted his head back up as he smirked at you. You knew your face was awfully red and you were rather thankful that the chill from the closed freezers was touching your skin. It was Loki’s turn to direct his attention to the bag of frozen peas, though you continued to stare at him.
If you weren’t careful, you might just end up with your pants down and your body pressed against the freezer door as Loki fucked you right in the center of aisle 14.
As your dirty mind contemplated that - and how you actually would not mind Loki fucking you in public whatsoever - your eyes drifted again. This time, they focused on two figures standing a few feet away from you and Loki. It was two women, both beautiful and young. They were staring at Loki, whispering something to one another. Loki, for all his godliness, must have heard them. He turned his head and you watched as they blushed and giggled. Furrowing your brows, you looked up at Loki only to notice he was winking at them, sending them a delicious little smirk.
Jealousy took a stab at your stomach and you looked away. You could still hear their insistent laughter in the background and you were beginning to wonder if the giggles weren’t flirtatious, but more mocking. Maybe they were quietly teasing you, sending Loki questioning looks as to why someone like him was with someone like you. You bit your lip and tried to will the cold tears away from your eyes as that little voice plagued your mind with these thoughts.
You turned back to Loki, about to tell him you wanted to leave. Maybe dragging him away from this situation would cause his eyes to lock on you again. But when you went to speak, you noticed that Loki still had not looked back at you. He was standing there with his hands in his pockets, eyes locked with the women.
You shoved the feelings of jealousy away as you walked away, leaving Loki behind in the freezer aisle. You rubbed your arms, trying to stop yourself from being cold despite your sweater hugging your body. You turned the corner, heading into whatever aisle your feet brought you to. This was all too confusing - why was Loki so...infatuated with those women? Had he finally realized that you were nothing to gawk at and that other women of Earth held much more beauty or worth than you? If Loki was here, he’d probably chastise you for thinking those things and he’d do anything he could to convince you that you were wrong. But he wasn’t here. He was in aisle 14 with those other women. He was still there, smirking at them.
And shit, he was probably still hard.
You turned and faced a bag of burger buns as you wiped your tears from your eyes. You didn’t want to lose Loki and dammit, you shouldn’t be so upset that he simply winked at two women. But really, the insecurity of going back to work and being too busy for Loki was forcing you to think the worst.
“Hey, bookworm!”
You froze and hastily wiped the last of your tears from your face. You looked over your shoulder and locked eyes with Michael. He was grinning at you, his eyes wide and his arms spread out as if he was welcoming you into a hug. You slowly turned around, keeping your arms crossed over your chest.
“Hi, Michael,” you said quietly, eyes darting back and forth to see if Loki was there coming for you. Of course, he wasn’t. So, you sighed and politely smiled at Michael. “How are you?”
Michael looked shocked at your question but he walked up to you cheerily. You took a step sideways, trying to avoid contact with him.
“I’m great! I’ve really missed you at work though. Where have you been? Your desk is still set up so obviously you didn’t quit or get fired. If you did, well I think I would have known about that by now,” Michael laughed.
“I took a vacation,” you said quietly, still stepping back.
“That’s what I need right about now. Hey, you look cold. Do you want my jacket?” Michael immediately reached for his tan jacket but you put your hand out to stop him. Your fingers brushed the back of his hand and Michael froze, a big grin on his face. “Oh, you tease.”
“I don’t need your jacket. Thank you, though,” you quickly said, retracting your hand to hold it against your chest. “Anyway, I should probably get going, I -”
“No, it’s okay. You don’t even have a basket with you! Why don’t we go shopping together?” Michael offered. You looked down and sighed. Loki still had your basket, meaning all of your groceries were with him. You shook your head and gave Michael a pitied smile.
“I can’t. I’m here with someone and he -”
“You’re here with someone?” Michael asked, a deep frown etched onto his face. He walked closer to you and grimaced. “That’s not playing fair.”
“What are you talking about?” you asked, your hands trembling in front of you.
“I thought we had something going on, bookworm,” Michael said, his voice a dark whisper that blew too much hot air in your face. You turned your head to the side but Michael continued advancing slowly, creepily. “You can’t bring another guy into this.”
“There’s nothing going on, Michael! I told you, I’m -”
“Seeing someone, I know.” Michael rolled his eyes. He reached forward and gripped your chin between two fingers. “But you could be seeing me. How about that date, huh?”
You took a harsh step backwards, ready to spew out a horrid string of curses at Michael, only to stumble when your back hit something hard. Two hands landed on your shoulders and you looked up to see Loki looming over you.
“Sorry, pal. She’s taken,” Loki purred, his hands stroking along your arms. You immediately melted into his touch, your heart rate steadying at Loki’s presence. Michael watched Loki’s hands on you and his face grew hot and red.
“Of course she is,” Michael grumbled.
“Yes, she is. And she is more than happy with me. So I suggest you run along and do not think of laying a single finger on my woman ever again or I will ruin your lonely, sad, little life,” Loki growled, his hands gripping you tightly. You squirmed in his grip, arousal streaking through you at the pure possessiveness Loki was exerting.
“Very well then.” Michael’s eyes moved back to you and he grinned, a wicked look that had you shivering. “I’ll see you soon, bookworm.”
Michael stepped backwards, his eyes still lingering on you for a few moments before he turned and walked away from you. You waited until he was out of the aisle before turning around, throwing your arms around Loki, and burying your face in his neck. His arms immediately wound around your body, keeping you tight to him.
“Thank you for that,” you whispered into his suit jacket.
“Oh, pet,” Loki sighed. “Why did you leave?”
You pulled back and felt a bit of your jealousy and insecurity from earlier creeping up again. You shrugged and looked away from Loki.
“You seemed distracted by those women. I thought you might have known them. I decided to give you some space,” you explained, hoping it was enough to fool him. Loki stared at you with narrowed eyes but hummed anyway, nodding slowly.
“I didn’t know them but they were trying to get my attention. I heard them praying, and I don’t think they knew I was who they were praying to. I figured I should answer their prayers while I was there,” he said, now stroking your cheek with his knuckles.
“What were they praying for?” you asked.
“A chance to sleep with the really hot guy in the frozen food aisle,” Loki said, using a mocking tone and a flirtatious flutter of his lashes. Jealousy stabbed you again but Loki’s next words relaxed you. “Considering there was no chance at that ever happening, I just granted them some really good orgasms tonight that would rid the thought of me from their minds.”
“Oh,” you said meekly. You didn’t really want to picture those women masturbating to your - to Loki...but it was better than the real thing. You let out a deep breath and looked back into Loki’s eyes. “That’s good. Sorry for leaving. And sorry for, uh, Michael.”
“You work with him, don’t you?” You nodded in confirmation. “He brought you lunch that time I followed you to work. I don’t like him.”
“He’s kind of creepy but I think he’s harmless,” you sighed. “He just keeps trying to ask me out on a date. He also touched my chin today which was weird.”
“I’ll kill him.”
“Loki, no!” You grabbed Loki’s arm as he tried to walk past you. Loki stopped and looked back at you, his face as hard as cold, dense marble. His dark eyes glittered with fury and you were beginning to think that perhaps you weren’t the only one who was feeling jealousy. The thought had you blushing but you ignored it, wishing you were in front of the freezers again. “It’s fine. I’m okay. Thank you for helping me. I’m sorry I lied to him and told him that I was your...you know, yours. I thought it would make him go away.”
“Pet,” Loki mumbled, facing you completely and cupping your cheeks. He swiped his thumbs over your cheekbones as he leaned over. You could feel his breath on your face as he sighed softly. “It is not a lie. You are mine.”
“But I...when I told him, I meant…”
“I know what you meant.”
Loki connected your lips together, his slowly slotting over yours in a warm, seductive dance. The fire of desire crept up your thighs again as his lips moved against yours, passion and possessiveness in his touch. When Loki pulled away, he smiled at you. He collected the grocery basket from the ground and kissed your forehead.
“Let us go home. I’m rather excited to watch you destroy the kitchen.”
*
“Darling, that was delicious,” Loki groaned, wiping his face with his napkin. You had prepared a filet of grilled salmon for him, decorated with some lemon and a light sheen of olive oil, as well as some jasmine rice and sauteed broccolini. You weren’t the best chef, but this was something you knew how to make, at least. You dabbed your own mouth as Loki slid back, one arm slung over the back of his chair while the hand in front of him balanced a glass of wine in it.
“And I didn’t even destroy the kitchen,” you laughed, placing your napkin down and pushing your empty plate away from you.
“I will admit, that is very impressive,” Loki chuckled, offering you a raised glass before finishing his wine. “You amaze me more and more everyday. Thank you for preparing this. It really was wonderful.”
“I doubt it compares to the royal meals you’re used to but I really wanted to do something for you,” you said, a light smile on your face. “It’s been so nice having you here. I wanted to repay you for what you’ve done for me.”
“It’s been the best three weeks of my life, pet,” Loki admitted. “And today has been no exception. I tell you that you can do whatever you want and you decide to treat me and make me dinner. You’re so wonderful.”
You bit your lip and shifted in your chair a bit. “There’s one more thing I want to do.”
“Anything you want, little one,” Loki said.
Nervously, you rose from your seat and walked around the table. You planted yourself in Loki’s lap and began kissing his neck. Loki rolled his head to the side, giving you more room to kiss. You experimentally bit his ear and he hissed, though you felt his cock hardening beneath you. You smirked as you continued to lick and bite along his neck, making sure to leave a few bruises where you knew anyone would be able to see them. Loki’s hands were digging into your back as he groaned.
“Loki,” you breathed against him, pressing a light kiss to his sharp jawline. “I want to please you.”
“You always please me,” Loki said in a low, husky voice.
You shook your head and looked into his eyes. “You’re the one doing the pleasing, actually. You always put my needs first. You’re dominant, demanding, and you make me feel so good. Why don’t we switch it up for a night? You know, you can let me take control while you lay back and let me make you feel good. You deserve it with how good you always make me feel.”
His cock twitched again and you knew you were feeding into the side of him that loved to be praised.
“Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good,” you purred, going back to kissing his neck as you stroked the bulge in his pants. Loki grunted and shut his eyes, letting you send spikes of pleasure along him. You fumbled with his pants, unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock. You pumped him slowly, earning choppy moans from the man beneath you. “Your cock feels so big in my hand, Loki.”
“Fuck,” Loki hissed, fucking up into your fist. “Alright, you want to be in control. What does that entail? Me begging you to let me fuck you? You sitting on my face as I lay there helpless? Ah, should I be calling you Master?”
“All that it entails is you letting me pleasure you,” you whispered, dragging your lips along his smooth jaw and you worked your hand over his cock. You paused and grinned against his cheek. “And maybe giving me a set of handcuffs.”
“Handcuffs?” Loki pulled back and looked at you incredulously. You took that opportunity to grab his face and kiss him on the mouth. Loki’s eyes shut slowly as he gave into the way you were sliding your lips against his. You ground down against his erect cock, the material of your pants scratching against him. Loki groaned your name before pulling you closer and sinking his tongue between your lips. The kiss was sloppy but intimate, conveying all the desire you had for one another. When you pulled back, his pupils were blown wide and his lips were swollen. “I think we can make that work.”
“Good. Come with me,” you said as you stood up. You took his hand and guided him into your room. You shut the door behind you and pushed him against the wall, kissing him again as you took his cock back into your hand. Loki was panting into your mouth as you pumped him harder and faster, your wrist flicking in the way you knew he loved best.
“F-Fuck, such a good pet,” Loki gasped. A grin worked its way onto his cocky face. “Or am I the pet today?”
“You’re a pain in the ass, that’s what you are,” you grumbled. “And if you keep using that mouth of yours, I’m going to need a gag with those handcuffs too.”
“Feisty little thing,” Loki snickered. He looked down at you and lifted his hands in mock defense. “My apologies. What will you have me do?”
“Get on the bed and be a good boy for me,” you said, releasing his cock - though not before you felt him twitch in your hand. You bit your lip to conceal the giggle that wanted to escape your mouth as Loki walked over to the bed. As he placed a knee on the bed, you stopped him. “Get naked first.”
“Magic or no magic?” he asked.
“No magic,” you decided. Loki nodded and turned back towards you. And then, he stripped - slowly, teasingly. His long fingers peeled his clothing off, exposing each inch of creamy, pale skin to you. Your mouth watered as his torso became completely visible, followed by his hips and legs. It felt odd being clothed while he was nude, though you felt that was only appropriate given the amount of times the roles were reversed. When Loki was naked, he climbed onto the bed and laid down on his back. “Good boy.”
A shiver went down Loki’s spine that did not go unnoticed.
“Are you going to take your clothes off?” Loki asked.
“Not yet,” you hummed, walking over to the bed. You hopped onto the bed and straddled him. “I’m going to need those handcuffs now.”
Loki held his hands out to you and conjured a set of large manacles, thick and heavy. You raised your brow at the hefty device but Loki smirked knowingly.
“I’ll need those, trust me,” he laughed. You rolled your eyes and positioned Loki’s arms so they were straight above his head. You locked him into the manacles and secured him to the headboard. You leaned back and observed his torso, long and stretched out. Your cunt was wet and you were having a hard time not forgoing this whole thing in favor of sinking down onto Loki’s cock.
“You’re so beautiful, Loki. I love how good your body looks. You’re so fucking sexy,” you sighed as you ran your hands along his chest. He preened under your praise, his breathing getting quicker as you ran your fingers over his naked skin. You traced over the bruises you had left along his abdomen and pectorals. You flicked your eyes up to him and pressed your thumb into one of the bruises. Loki arched his back and cursed, his dark hair falling around his shoulders.
“Fuck!” he cursed as his back fell against the bed again. You smirked and raked your nails down his chest, harsh red lines erecting on his skin under your attention. “Dammit, woman!”
“Do you want me to stop?” you whispered as you scratched down his side.
Loki shook his head dramatically. “No. Don’t you fucking dare stop.”
“That’s my good boy,” you praised as you dug your nails into his hips. Behind you, Loki’s cock was hard and straining, precum leaking from the swollen tip. “I’ve learned a lot about you over these past few weeks.”
“Like what?” Loki asked through gritted teeth.
“You like being in pain.” You pinched his side and he lurched forward again. The look he gave you was one of warning, though his eyes betrayed him. He wanted this. “You also like being praised.”
“I like praising you,” Loki explained.
“But you also like being praised. You like being told how beautiful you are with your long hair, your green eyes, your amazing body.” You leaned over Loki and began kissing down his chest. “You love hearing how good you make me feel, how I always feel so full when you put your cock inside of me. Oh, and when you make me cum...you’re the only one who can do that. You make me feel so good, Loki.” You continued kissing down his chest, shifting your body downwards until you reached his cock. You ran your lips over the length of him, teasing him with the tip of your tongue. “And your cock is so big, Loki. I love when you fuck my mouth with it, making me gag around you. I love it when you fill me with your cum - fuck, that feels so good. You always make me feel so good.”
“Oh fuck, darling,” Loki groaned, his eyes locked on your bent over figure. You ran your lips down his length and sucked carefully at the base of his cock. Loki hissed and growled, a sound that came straight from his chest.
“Does it feel good, Loki?” you whispered as you licked around the crown of his cock.
“It would feel better if you took me into your mouth,” he managed to spit out through his clenched teeth.
“Be good and I will,” you said softly. “Don’t you want to be good for me?”
“Yes,” Loki whispered, his head falling backwards as you pumped him slowly. You continued to stroke his cock, guiding him towards the edge but only through cautious teasing.
At this point, Loki was speechless as you teased his cock. You pressed a gentle kiss to the head of his cock, which caused Loki to thrust himself upwards. You giggled and licked around the tip, never fully taking him into your mouth. If Loki wasn’t wearing those shackles, you knew his cock would be down your throat already and his hands would be pressed to the back of your head, but you were enjoying playing with him.
“Such a good boy,” you sighed as you licked a thick stripe up the underside of his cock. Loki cursed and pulled at his restraints, his muscles flexing drastically. You could see now why he needed the extra large manacles.
“Oh, pet,” Loki hissed. “I...I…”
“What do you need, Loki?” you asked, your hand slowing down on his cock.
“You know what I need,” he growled.
“Say it,” you said with a grin, pausing to kiss the head of his cock. A drop of precum dribbled from his slit and you eagerly licked it up.
“Suck my cock, darling,” Loki panted, his dark eyes on you.
“Beg.” The word was clipped as you said it but it felt so good to turn the tables around on Loki. He looked at you with shock, his jaw dropped ever so slightly. You scratched down his thigh and his jaw clenched tightly.
“I am so going to punish you for this,” he grumbled.
“Promises, promises,” you giggled. “Now be a good boy and beg me to suck your beautiful, long, thick cock.”
“Fuck!” Loki gasped as you squeezed him, your words causing his blood to feel hotter. His cock twitched in your hand and more precum dewed from the tip. You cleaned up the milky liquid with your tongue and sighed happily.
“You taste delicious. I love having your cock in my mouth,” you said breezily. “Beg me to suck your cock, Loki. I want it so badly. I want to make you feel as good as you always make me feel. Beg me.”
“Please!” Loki practically yelled, his lungs full of desire. “Please suck my cock. Take me into your mouth. Take me down your throat. Suck me, baby, I need you to suck my cock.”
“Will you be good for me?” you asked with a smirk.
Loki nodded quickly, his jaw dropped in desperation. “I’ll be good. I’ll do anything. Please just suck my cock. I need your mouth on me so badly.”
You winked up at Loki before taking his cock into your mouth and sucking him hard. Loki shouted out some sort of noise of success as you took him down your throat. You kept your eyes on him the entire time, your cunt throbbing with need as you watched his strong muscles strain against the handcuffs. This was interesting, being in complete control of Loki. You loved handing over control to him and bending to his every will. But there was something empowering about taking charge. You could play with him how you wanted. You could rip those dramatic reactions from you. You could make him do anything you wanted.
As you sucked his cock, you began raking your nails down his thighs again. The insistent mixture of pleasure and pain had tears springing in Loki’s eyes and moans rupturing from his mouth. His throat was bared, covered in your marks and his chest was still adorned with your scratching. He looked perfectly debauched and it was all because of you.
Maybe there was still jealousy left over from earlier because the sight of him like this - bruised, handcuffed, and begging you to suck him - had you even more encouraged. You took him deeper down your throat, scratched his thighs a bit harder, and moaned around his thick shaft.
“Oh my - yes, pet! Yes, just like that. Fuck, I love your mouth. Oh, thank you. Thank you for sucking me,” Loki babbled on, and you weren’t sure if he was playing up a part or if this was truly genuine. It felt real, the tears in his eyes were indicating that. Your nails took a turn and began scratching the insides of his thighs, working upwards towards his cock. And Loki, the reactive god he was, thrusted up into your mouth so hard that you choked and stumbled backwards. Loki looked at you in fear and you narrowed your eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“You better be,” you said harshly, acting the part of the dominant woman. “Conjure up rope. Now.”
Though Loki’s hands were attached to the headboard, he still managed to wiggle his fingers and force rope to appear on his chest. You snatched the rope and began tying his ankles to the two posts at the end of your bed, leaving Loki tied up spread-eagle for you. Once your work was done, you admired him stretched out on your bed. Your eyes landed on his cock, which was even harder and redder than before.
“Oh my gosh,” you whispered. “You like being tied up.”
“I do,” he admitted, his face red and his chest heaving. “It...it feels so good. Please don’t untie me.”
“I won’t. I kind of like you like this. I can do whatever I want to you and you can’t stop me,” you said, tracing two fingers up Loki’s cock. He was leaking all over his stomach. You dipped your head down and caught the liquid on your tongue. You swallowed it as you crawled up Loki’s body and pressed your lips to his. He moaned against you, his tongue darting out to taste himself on your lips and tongue. Though he was tied down completely, he still attempted to buck upwards into the air, trying to gain any possible friction he could get on his cock.
“I love learning things about you, Loki,” you whispered, lips against his. “Pain junkie, praise whore, rope bunny...what’s next?”
“You’re bringing out a side of me that I did not even know existed,” Loki murmured, his eyes flashing across your face. You began stroking his cock again and his head fell backwards. “I want to please you. I’d let you do absolutely anything you want to me. You have a god at your disposal, pet. I cannot get away.”
“You wouldn’t want to get away even if you could,” you said daringly. You squeezed his cock tightly, one nail pinching the silky skin of his shaft. Loki moaned and shut his eyes tightly. You grabbed his chin between pinched fingers and his eyes flung open. “You love it too much.”
“I…” Loki gasped, choking on his words. His eyes were wide and he cleared his throat before continuing. “...need to cum.”
“Not yet,” you said, pulling your hand off of his cock. Loki groaned in protest but you pinched his thigh. “Be good.”
“Yes, my love,” Loki whispered.
You blushed at his words. That phrase was continuously catching you off guard. You sat up on your knees and pulled your top over your head. You went without a bra - something that was a usual occurrence over this vacation - so you were completely bare up top. Loki licked his lips at the sight of your breasts and you could tell he wanted to touch you. Instead of giving into the pleading in his eyes, you began touching your breasts and teasing your nipples between your fingers.
“Oh, Loki,” you moaned, rubbing yourself. Loki’s arms were tensed as he pulled at the manacles, his teeth bared as he tried to get to you. “You know what to do.”
“Please let me touch your breasts, darling. Please let me suck on your nipples. Let me please you, baby. Let me make you feel good,” Loki begged. You bent over him and he immediately took your nipple into your mouth. You moaned as he licked over you, sucking on you so hard that you knew your nipples would be bruised. You bit your lip as you felt yourself dripping in your pants.
“Take my pants off with your magic,” you instructed. Loki snapped his fingers with your breast still on his tongue and you were magically naked. You pulled your nipple from his mouth and slid down so your face was even with his. You kissed him and bit his lip, tugging it away from him. When you pulled away from the kiss, you felt an odd taste on your tongue. You licked over your lip and tasted blood. Except, you were not the one bleeding. Loki’s lip was split down the middle from your biting. He knew it, because he wouldn’t stop licking over the wound.
“I adore you,” he whispered as he cleaned his blood.
“I know,” you said with a cocky wink, feeling much more like Loki than yourself. “I’m going to fuck you now. Be my good boy and stay nice and still for me while I use your cock for my pleasure.”
“Use me,” he whispered.
“I intend to.”
You straddled Loki’s lap and took his cock in your hand. You sank down on top of him, inserting him inside of you. As he filled you up, you tossed your head back and moaned his name. You heard your name fall from Loki’s lips and a sense of pride swelled within you. You were doing this to Loki, only you. Those women from the store may be touching themselves right now as they pictured Loki fucking them but you were the one he was fucking. You were the one sitting in his lap, cock stuffed inside of you. He begged you to do it.
You placed your hands on Loki’s thighs as you started riding him. Admittedly, you missed the feeling of his hips bucking up against you and his hands on your waist, guiding you over his cock, but it also felt too good to take control on your own. You bounced up and down, breasts jiggling before Loki’s eyes. And Loki, though typically vocal, was rather loud. Usually, he would speak to you during sex. He would coax you into an orgasm with his words. Now, he was speechless. All he could do was moan, groan, and say your name with the occasional “please, baby” sprinkled in amongst that.
You could see now why Loki loved to be dominant. The control you had over this situation was intoxicating and you wanted to taste it, drink it in and exert your force over Loki. At the same time, though, you sort of wanted to unshackle Loki and let him fuck you into the mattress. But for now, you needed to focus on being in charge. You wanted to see Loki, a submissive Loki, cum for you.
“Your cock feels so good in me, Loki,” you moaned, groping your breasts as you rode him hard. “Your cock is so fucking big. I can practically feel you up here.” You pressed your hand to your stomach and moaned.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck yourself on me. Use me for your pleasure,” Loki gasped, his hips moving ever so slightly to aid you in your conquest of his body.
“It’s so nice having you here all helpless for me. I can use your body however I want,” you said with a grin. Loki’s cock swelled inside of you and you raised a brow. “Is that what you want, Loki? Do you want to be the one to be used like a whore?”
“Yes!” Loki shouted. “Use me, I’m yours.”
“You are mine. You’ll always be mine,” you teased, bouncing on him furiously. “I bet you want to cum still, don’t you? Have you been good enough to cum?”
“I...I…”
“Have you, Loki?”
“I...I don’t know!” he cried out. “It’s up to you. You’re the one who should decide. I am yours to control, after all.”
“Lucky for you, you have been good,” you moaned. You moved your hands from your breasts to his chest. You began scratching at him, tearing at his skin with your nails. Loki arched up into you and you could feel his cock pulse eagerly inside of you. “You’ve been such a good, good boy. You can cum inside of me, Loki. Fill me up with your cum.”
“Oh...oh, fuck!” Loki shouted, followed by a string of more profanities and your name. And with that, he came. His orgasm was so powerful that when he pulled on his handcuffs, they tore right out of the headboard and the cuffs fell off around his wrists. He grabbed your hips and held you down on him. His cum shot up inside of you as you hit your own high. You trembled on top of him as you rode out your orgasms together, his cum filling you up and leaking out of you. You whimpered his name as you descended, still feeling his cum pump into you. You fell forward, his cock wedged inside of you as you rested on his chest.
“Oh my gosh,” you murmured.
“I agree,” he said breathlessly. Loki wrapped his arms around you and looked up at the headboard. “Oops.”
“We need to stop breaking my apartment,” you laughed against his chest.
“But it is so much fun,” he chuckled, still trying to catch his breath. You looked up at him and ran your hand down his chest. Loki preened under your touch, though he winced as you touched some of the marks you left behind. Carefully, you slid off of his cock and retrieved a bottle of lotion from beside the bed. And then, as if you were the caring Master that Loki was, you began rubbing lotion into the sore marks on his body. Loki watched you in awe as you took care of him, massaging his chest, abdomen, and thighs with the vanilla scented lotion. He smiled beautifully. “You would make a good dominant.”
You shrugged as you closed the bottle and wiped the excess lotion off onto your own thighs. “Maybe, but I like my submissive role more.”
“Really?” Loki asked with a tilt of his head. “You seemed pretty high on the power.”
“It was fun, don’t get me wrong,” you said as you slid up beside Loki again. His arms wrapped around your body once more and tugged you into his side. “But...I like when you take control. This is fun every now and then but I really like letting you take the reins.”
“Then that is what I shall do,” Loki murmured before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I’ve never done that, you know. I’ve never been submissive with anyone.”
“What?” you gasped. “Not even once?”
“No, not even once,” Loki affirmed. “I’ve slept with so many kinds of people and even when I’m the one, for lack of terms, getting fucked, I still have a handle on the control. Handing it over to you was a new experience.”
“Oh my gosh, Loki,” you murmured. “I took your submissive virginity.”
Loki burst out into laughter. “That you did.”
As he laughed beside you, you felt your heart swelling in your chest. It shouldn’t have made you so emotional, but the thought that Loki had submitted to you and only you made you feel honored. It was like he was giving you a gift, handing over his vulnerability and trusting you to care for it. As you watched his laughter subside into giggles, you were struck with how much you loved him. You loved who he was, what he did, what he stood for. You loved how he made you feel. There was so much love inside of your heart that it was overwhelming, causing tears to brew in your eyes. You blinked them away quickly and bit your lip.
“I feel...wow, that’s so special,” you squealed, hugging Loki tighter. He rubbed your back and chuckled pleasantly, nodding against the top of your head.
“You should feel special. I would only do that with someone I trust completely and I trust you with my life, darling,” Loki sighed happily. He was quiet for a few moments before he spoke nearly inaudibly. “Promise me you’ll consider my offer.”
“What offer?”
“The one where you leave your job and I take care of you,” he said. “You don’t need to accept it. Just consider it, okay?”
“Okay,” you sighed. You didn’t want to think about going back to work. You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from taking Loki up on his offer. After tonight, you were sure you couldn’t go back and be happy. All you wanted was to live a calm, peaceful life with Loki. And he was offering you exactly that. You just couldn’t depend on it. You couldn’t make any promises that he wouldn’t leave. Instead of dwindling on it, you propped yourself up onto your elbow and smiled down at Loki’s gorgeous face. “Let’s have some dessert now, alright?”
“As long as you let me lick it off of you,” Loki purred.
“We literally just had sex and you’re already trying to seduce me again,” you laughed.
“I told you, pet. You would be punished for making me beg.” Loki’s eyes grew dark and mischievous. “And we still have plenty of time before you must sleep.”
Based on the grin on Loki’s face and the twinkle in his eyes, you would be in for a long night full of pleasure and punishment. You crawled into Loki’s lap and gave him a wink.
“Bring it on, Mischief.”
Notes:
Yup, so I've never written sub Loki before but a lot of people on Tumblr asked for at least one chapter with it so I did my best for you! I hope I did it justice and hopefully you approve of this role switch for this chapter!
Comments and kudos are always loved and appreciated!
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Chapter 19: Jealousy Is A Good Look On You
Summary:
It’s finally here, the day you return to work. You don’t want to go but you have to. You just hope it isn’t as miserable as you’re expecting it to be. Plus, at least you’ll have Loki at home ready to comfort you if it is.
TW: creepy men will be creepy
Notes:
Happy Friday!! This chapter was definitely a fun one to write hehe. I love when Loki likes to get super smutty. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
It was raining on Monday. It seemed poetic.
Your alarm woke you up at some early, ungodly hour. You cracked your eyes open, and even though your curtains were parted to let the sunlight in, all you could see were the dark, gloomy clouds hanging in the sky. You turned your alarm off, the shrill sound piercing your poor ears. Truthfully, you had every intention to get up until Loki’s arms tightened around you.
Rolling over as much as you could in his tight embrace, you were surprised to find Loki awake. His green eyes were dim and you could see the exhaustion in them. He smiled upon seeing you looking at him.
“Good morning, pet,” he whispered, his voice thick and rich with that morning deepness. It sent chills down your spine and arousal between your thighs. You could listen to that voice for hours.
“Good morning,” you said after a yawn. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry if I did.”
“You didn’t,” Loki admitted. He looked a bit sheepish as he settled further into the pillow. His thumb stroked circles along your hip as he lay there quietly. “I didn’t sleep last night.”
“Why not? Did you have a nightmare?” you asked, shifting closer to him with concern etched across your face. Loki rolled his eyes and pulled your body flush against his. You were both nude and the warmth from his skin was tempting you all the more to stay in bed with him.
“No nightmares, darling. I just didn’t really want to sleep,” Loki answered with a half-hearted shrug. “I wanted to lay here with you. I wanted to hold you in my arms and cherish these last few moments of freedom we have together.”
“Oh.” You blushed, hiding your face in his chest. Loki chuckled, a sound you felt more than heard, as he kissed the top of your head. You pecked his chest with your lips. “That’s sweet, actually. But you do need your rest.”
“I’m a god. I can go much longer without rest than you would think,” Loki huffed dramatically.
You traced your fingers down his side. “I wish I didn’t have to go back to work.”
“You don’t have to,” Loki sighed. “My offer is still on the table.”
You stayed quiet, electing not to bicker this early in the morning. Instead, you cuddled up to Loki and kept your nose pressed to his skin until your alarm went off a second time. Loki turned it off this time - his long arm reached over your body to click your phone off - before he sat up. You whined as you fell back onto the bed, body devoid of his warmth.
“You need to get up,” Loki said, poking your arm. “I don’t want you to be late.”
“I don’t care,” you groaned and tossed your pillow over your face, trying to take in some extra darkness. Loki ripped the pillow from your hands and glared down at you. You glared right back but quickly broke into a fit of giggles. Loki rolled his eyes and climbed out of bed. He stretched and your eyes were immediately drawn to his hard cock. His eyes locked with yours as he ran his hand over his cock.
“Stay in bed all you want, then. I’m going to take a nice warm shower and maybe touch myself to the thought of you,” Loki said, stroking himself faster. “If only I had a good little pet to aid me in my endeavors. Oh, how I’d love to just sink my cock inside of her tight, wet cunt. I’d fuck her so hard against the shower wall. And then, I’d cum in her until I’m dripping down her thighs for hours. Unfortunately, she wants to laze around in bed so I guess I’ll just go alone.”
Loki shook his head as he strolled into the bathroom, but it wasn’t long before you stumbled after him. He took you in the shower slowly, his tired body still waking up and your sore body needing the ease. You came with your lips pressed to his, the sigh of your name escaping his mouth as he filled you with his cum. He continued to wash you with his cock still in you, but it wasn’t long before he lowered you to the porcelain tub and turned off the hot water.
The rest of the morning was a blur. You dressed in meager silence, putting on the most conservative clothing you owned for the sole purpose of covering the collection of bruises you had accumulated over the past two weeks. It was quite amusing finding the interesting spots Loki had managed to dot your skin and you honestly wondered when his hands or mouth had ever been in such places.
Loki fed you a light breakfast, grimacing when you mentioned you weren’t hungry and rarely ate anything before going to work. Ignoring you completely, Loki managed to get you to eat one fried egg and a piece of buttered toast, though you left the sizzling bacon untouched. Once your breakfast was done, you stood at the front door as Loki put your coat on. His hands glided sensually over your sweater as he slipped your coat over your shoulders. He straightened the collar as he turned you around to face him. His fingers then trailed across the high neck of your turtleneck sweater and a gentle frown marred his face. You reached up and cupped his cheek.
“What is it?” you asked quietly, as if raising your voice any louder would disturb the odd sort of peace that rested in the hallway.
Loki’s fingers pressed to the gem of your pendant which was hidden beneath the tan material of your sweater.
“You don’t need to hide this,” Loki murmured. “It is a symbol of your devotion to me.”
“I know,” you whispered. You shook your head back and forth, looking down at Loki’s hand. “It just doesn’t feel right to show it off. I like keeping it between us. It makes it a bit more intimate I guess. Special, you know?”
“Yes. I know.” That is what Loki said, though it was not what he meant. Covering the bruises, he understood. Midgard was odd and prude in that sense and he did not want you to get judged once again. But the pendant...that was a symbol of his protection over you. The people of Midgard should kneel before you once they saw that pendant dangling from your neck. And yet, you hid it. You hid the adoration he held for you. It was that fact that had Loki shutting his mouth to stop himself from telling you he loved you that morning. Seeing the necklace hidden made him doubt himself. He was starting to become convinced that you had feelings for him, but now that his gift to you was shielded from the world, he was second guessing such thoughts. Still, Loki smiled and cupped your cheeks, leaning down to kiss you. It was a doting kiss, one that tried to tell you what he was feeling for you. When you pulled away, Loki swiped his thumbs over your cheekbones. “I will miss you today, kitten.”
“I’ll miss you too,” you said with a sigh. “Don’t get up to too much trouble today.”
“Me? Get into trouble?” Loki scoffed. “Who do you think I am, darling? The God of Mischief?”
You laughed and wrapped your arms around Loki, squeezing him tightly. His arms wound around your waist and his face pressed to the top of your head.
“I’ll see you in a few hours,” you whispered into his sweater, probably designer.
“I will be counting down the seconds,” Loki said as he pulled away to kiss you again. This kiss was quicker, both of you knowing that you were cutting your time a bit close to when you had to leave. When you regretfully pulled away, you stretched up onto your toes and pecked Loki’s cheek.
“Goodbye, Loki,” you said against his cheek. You pulled back and smiled at the blush covering his pale cheeks. You grabbed your bag and exited your apartment before you could be tempted to stay any longer.
When the door shut, Loki’s shoulders sagged. He felt something nudge his leg and he looked down. Cooper was standing beside him, large dark eyes staring up at him sadly. Cooper pawed at Loki’s foot and whimpered.
“I don’t like this.”
“Me neither,” Loki sighed, scrubbing his nails along the top of Cooper’s yellow head. “I tried to convince her to leave the job, I really did.”
“Yeah, I heard. You’re a pushy bastard.”
“In this case, it was necessary,” Loki scoffed. “I need to get her out of this job. She doesn’t belong there.”
“Listen, bud, if there’s one thing I know about my girl it’s that she would never let herself rely on you. It’s too unpredictable.” Cooper slid down onto his belly and looked up at Loki. The god shrugged and sat down on the floor beside Cooper and began rubbing down his furry back.
“But I already take care of her,” Loki pondered.
Cooper snorted. “Yeah, with food and sex - hey, don’t act like I don’t know what you’re doing when you put me in my silence bubble. The point is if she takes you up on that gig, she has nothing to fall back on if you leave.”
“Leave?” Loki asked. “Why would I leave?”
“Why do I rub my ass across the rug even when she tells me not to? Shit happens.”
“I would never leave her. I...I…” Loki stared at the door that you walked through. “I love her.”
“You love her?” Cooper’s eyes were wide, disbelieving, but Loki nodded regardless of that.
“I do. I feel so connected to her and I swear that no force in the universe can tear us apart,” Loki admitted.
“Damn. Can’t say I didn’t see it coming though.”
“What?” Loki whipped his head around to stare down incredulously at the dog.
Cooper’s tongue was hanging out of his mouth and his heavy tail was smacking the floor with every steady, sweeping swat. “No one takes a random chick’s dog out to piss every night without having some sort of feelings for her. You’re a good guy, Loki. I know you care about her. I could tell you really liked her ever since that night we patrolled the town like two badasses under cover. Though I still hated that fucking man-bun you wore.”
“You are literally the worst creature on this planet,” Loki growled. “But you are right. I do care about her. I have for a long time.”
“Well, whatcha gonna do about it, hot shot?”
“Nothing. Not now,” Loki murmured.
“What the fuck?”
“I can’t tell her, Cooper,” Loki sighed. “I love her, I do, but I cannot tell her this. The feelings are not requited. I do not want her to fear my advances, should I make them.”
“Look, I can’t tell you if she loves you or not. She’s been a bit busy with you here.” At this, Loki narrowed his eyes and Cooper made a sound that resembled a chuckle. “But I can tell you this - I’ve never seen her happier. That’s gotta mean something.”
“It means I have a chance at convincing her to leave her job and maintain that happiness with me,” Loki said. “I swear to you, Cooper, I will make sure she leaves that blasted place.”
“Good. I hate waiting until dinner time to take a piss.”
“Let me guess, you need to piss now.”
“Yup. Let’s go, pretty boy.”
*
Work was, surprisingly, not overly miserable. Of course, you still hated it.
Despite Mr. Richards not being able to look you in the eye even though two weeks had passed since his startling confrontation with Loki, there was a large stack of papers on your desk to go through. Every time you made a slight dent in it, he would pass by with more papers to drop on top of your pile. You knew it was nothing personal because you had seen this happen to everyone who took vacation time - plus if it was personal, Loki would gut him and you were sure Mr. Richards did not desire the fate of disembowelment on a rainy Monday afternoon - but it was certainly your quiet punishment for leaving work for two whole weeks.
The work that was left for you was boring at best. As you flipped through the countless pages, your mind couldn’t seem to focus. Your eyes would blur and you’d zone out, your thoughts immediately flying back to the god occupying your home. You found yourself wondering what he possibly could be doing, if he was enjoying the quiet, and what his plans were for when you got home.
Then you imagined Loki acting on those plans when you got home.
And then you were wet for the rest of the work day.
It was tough trying to focus when Loki completely occupied every bit of your mind. You couldn’t stop thinking about his beautiful green eyes, the jingle of his laughter, or the smooth caress of his hands on your body. No matter how hard you tried to concentrate on your work, you simply couldn’t. Loki was the only thing you wanted to think about.
Your distraction must have been noticeable. Whenever Mr. Richards would pass, he’d subtly cough and point his eyes at your stack of papers. Granted, he never looked at you but you knew exactly what his throat was saying - finish the work.
Despite your fuzzy mind and ever growing stack of papers that you accepted you would never get through and the irritated glares at said stack of papers from your boss, there was one good thing about work - Michael wasn’t there. You were sure when you walked in that morning that you’d see him grinning at his desk in that self-satisfied way. When he wasn’t there, you took a breath of relief, but you were positive he would show up eventually. Yet, when the end of the work day came around and Michael had not shown his face, you were practically smiling madly with joy at avoiding another day of his antics.
But it wouldn’t last long.
As you packed your things to head home, an unfamiliar woman approached you. You had seen her once or twice around the office, but her pointed face did not register a name in your head. She glanced down at your stack of papers before looking up at you, her expression unamused and uncaring.
“You need to finish that,” she said, sweeping her long hand towards the papers.
“I can’t,” you said, shrugging your jacket on. “There’s at least a hundred pages left to go through. It’s the end of the day.”
“It’s the end of the day when you complete your work,” the woman sighed. “Listen, I don’t really care if you leave or not. Richards sent me over here to talk to you and tell you how it is.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Mr. Richards sent you over here? Why couldn’t he just talk to me himself?”
She shrugged tiredly. “Don’t know. Busy or something. Anyway he’ll probably come check on you so it would be best to just stay.”
“And if I don’t?” you challenged. You knew that your boss wasn’t actually busy. He was afraid. One wrong move and Loki would be back in his office and he knew that. The coward was sending middle-men to come talk to you like a pissed off fourth grader. The thought made you angry and you could tell the woman was watching your face change shades of color.
“He will probably fire you,” she said plainly. “Or he’ll have someone fire you.”
The joke made her lips quirk up in irony but you were still furious. You dropped your bag to the floor and sat back down in your spinning seat with a huff. You glared up at the woman but quickly softened your gaze. This wasn’t her fault. She was just on a mission from Travis the Cowardly Bastard. You sighed and grabbed the first paper off the top of the stack.
“Got it. Thanks,” you grumbled, not watching as the woman nodded awkwardly and walked away. Before you began your work, you pressed your hand to your pendant from over your sweater and shut your eyes. “Loki...I’ll be home soon. I’m sorry. I got caught up with work.”
The air around you was silent for a few moments before you heard Loki’s voice in the back of your head.
“It’s alright, kitten. I understand. Is there anything I can do for you? Do you want me to come there and join you?” Loki’s voice whispered through your mind, smooth and velvety just as it was in real person.
You considered it for a moment before shaking your head. Realizing Loki couldn’t see you, you mumbled under your breath, “no, it’s okay. I just have a lot to do.”
“Pet, am I going to need to come down to your office and bash your boss’ head into a wall?”
You considered that too.
“No, I’ll be okay. Can you get some food ready for me when I get home?” you asked. Loki affirmed this in your head and you sighed, stroking your thumb over the cloth covering the gem of your pendant. “I miss you, Loki.”
“I miss you so much,” Loki said softly. “It feels as though half of my heart has been ripped from my chest and taken with you. I long for you, little one. I cannot wait for you to come home.”
“You can’t say things like that to me right now,” you giggled, a blush coating your cheeks. A coworker walked past your desk and flashed you a confused look but you ignored them. You couldn’t be bothered with them when Loki was saying such sweet words in your ear. “I’m trying to focus.”
“Focus? Ah, may I offer some assistance in that?” Loki proposed.
You pursed your lips but hummed. “Sure.”
“Do you trust me, pet?”
“Yes, of course I do.”
You could practically hear Loki’s smile. “Alright then. Let’s get you focused.”
From under your sweater, you could see your pendant glow green. You cupped your hand over it so it wouldn’t illuminate the near cluster of desks. Two tendrils of green magic crawled up your neck from the pendant and slid inside of your nose. You inhaled a sweet aroma, one of warm chocolate chip cookies and cinnamon. You swayed a bit and when the scent disappeared, you could feel your mind clearing and honing in on your work.
Loki put a focus spell over you. You didn’t even think that was possible.
Your mind was immediately honed in on your work and you began tearing through it, confidence and adrenaline in your veins. You didn’t know if Loki was still listening out for you or if he had left you to your work, but even in your overly focused state, it was comforting knowing how close Loki was to you when you needed him.
It took an unfortunate two hours of undivided attention but once you got through the stack, you let out a deep sigh of relief. Immediately, the daze of focus left your body with the same sweet scent it came with. You smiled down at the completed work and swiftly got up, collected your things, and left.
You made sure to wave at Mr. Richards as you left, flashing him a smile that seethed with anger.
The walk back to your apartment was hurried, your quick footsteps tapping against the pavement as you rushed home. All you wanted after your extra long day was to curl up on the couch with Loki, eat a warm meal, and bury his cock inside of you. But as you approached your building, you noticed someone sitting on the front steps.
“Michael?” you asked, slowing your pace and gripping your bag tighter. He looked up, his hair and clothes wet from the rain. You glanced at the sky and realized it had not rained in a few hours, meaning he must have been out here a while. You swallowed nervously as Michael stood, his arms behind his back.
“Hi, bookworm!” he exclaimed, his smile too wide and showing too much teeth.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, chewing on your lip. You briefly looked up at your window, hoping to spot Loki looking down at the street. Unfortunately for you, your curtain was pulled shut, hiding you from being peaked at. You directed your gaze back to Michael once he stepped forward again.
“I came to bring you something,” he said and quickly moved his arm from around your back. In his hand was a bouquet of wet flowers. If he wasn’t such a creepy guy, you’d almost be honored by the gesture. In fact, a slight blush was growing on your cheeks, though it was quickly halted when he said, “daisies, your favorite. I found them on your Instagram post from three years ago.”
“Michael, why are you doing this?” you asked as he handed you the flowers. You took them with trembling hands, an unpleasant shiver running down your spine when his fingers brushed yours. Retracting your hands, you held the flowers against your body a shield. That didn’t stop Michael’s eyes from scanning your body, however.
“Because I want you. Is that not obvious?” Michael laughed. “That’s why I make you lunches and talk to you about Cooper and bring you chocolates and flowers!”
“But it’s the way you’re going about doing that which makes it...odd,” you said carefully, treading forward with caution. You thought back to Loki’s lesson - say what you want and mean it. You took a deep breath as Michael’s smile faltered. “You can’t just stalk someone’s social media accounts to find out what they like. I’d rather you bring me food I hated or flowers that were gross because you didn’t know what I liked. Going through my pictures from years ago doesn’t sit right with me.”
“But that shows how much I am willing to do for you,” Michael said, walking incredibly close to you. “I am willing to do anything.”
Fuck, you knew you should probably shout for Loki. You knew you should get him down here. But you wanted to take care of this. You couldn’t have Loki castrating Michael in the middle of the street. Maybe if you were able to let Michael down easily then he would leave you alone and Loki wouldn’t have to wash blood off of his hands.
“I appreciate the effort, Michael, but I am not interested. I have a...a boyfriend. I am deeply committed to him and I don’t want to jeopardize that relationship,” you spoke calmly. “Thank you for the flowers but I really must be going.”
“No.”
“What?” you asked, looking up at Michael. His face was gray with emotion and you shook in your shoes. The clear plastic around the flowers crinkled as you trembled. Michael loomed over you and brushed his hand down your cheek.
“I’m going to make you mine. Just you wait and see,” he whispered.
“I don’t want this,” you whispered.
“You do, though. I know you want me,” Michael said with a grin. He gripped your chin and leaned in. His lips pressed to your cheek and you felt bile rising in your throat. His tongue poked out and he licked your skin. You shut your eyes and willed him to go away. Michael pulled back and stroked his thumb over your chin. “Leave him. Go on a date with me. Just one, yeah? You’ll see how much you can’t resist me then.”
“Okay,” you choked out, resigning to the fact that it was the only thing you could say that would make him go away. “I’ll go out with you.”
“Great!” Michael cheered as he pulled back. “You are such a tease, you know. We’ll figure out the details tomorrow at work, okay?”
“Sure,” you sighed.
“See you then, bookworm!” Michael dove in and hugged you tightly, nearly picking you up off the ground. You stayed still, clutching the flowers to your chest as he hugged you. Michael plopped you down and walked away waving, his eyes never leaving you until you walked inside your building. When the door shut behind you, you let out a sob. You walked up the steps to your apartment slowly, not ready to face the decision you made. As you approached the door to your apartment, you let out a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open.
“Loki?” you called as you closed the door behind you. You didn’t bother taking your coat off or divesting yourself of your bag. You heard some shuffling in the kitchen and then Loki’s beautiful voice.
“In here, sweet,” he called to you. Pleasant shivers raked down your spine as you walked through the threshold. There was Loki in the kitchen, wearing black trousers and a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The kitchen was illuminated by a collection of candles and two plates of steak were steaming on the table.
And then, you began crying.
The smile on Loki’s face fell as he froze in place. You stood there crying, tears falling down your cheeks and hands shaking, still holding Michael’s flowers. Loki walked over to you cautiously, as if you were a frightened deer that could flee at any moment. When he reached you, he cupped your face and tilted you to look up at him.
“Whatever I did, I’m sorry,” Loki said. You laughed through your tears and shook your head in his hands. His thumbs wiped your tears away, coating your skin in his warmth and smooth caress.
“It’s not you. You couldn’t do anything wrong, I think,” you said sheepishly. “I just had a very bad day and this...this was so perfect.”
“A bad day?” Loki’s brow furrowed and his face shifted into something cold. “What happened? Who must I hurt?”
Michael.
You sighed and looked away. “I had a lot of work today and then I was made to stay late afterwards to finish up some stuff. And Mr. Richards couldn’t even tell me himself to stay late, he made someone else do it.”
“I’ll kill him,” Loki growled.
“No! Gosh, why is that your first response to everything?” you questioned with slight humor, though also slight concern.
“When you’re a warrior god, it seems to work,” Loki said with a cocky grin. Your cunt clenched at the reminder of his strength and dominance, and you cleared your throat to avoid any perverse remark you were tempted to make. Loki’s eyes glanced down and he pressed a finger to the flowers. “Did one of your friends give you these as a welcome back present? That’s awfully sweet.”
“Ah, no,” you stuttered. “First, I don’t have any friends at that office.”
Loki didn’t miss the look of sadness that danced across your face. He cooed and pulled you in for a hug.
“Oh, little one, I…” Loki paused and you could hear him taking in a deep breath. Loki leaned back and the look on his face was dark, dangerous. His fingers remained pressed to the flowers, but now instead of a caring grip, the petal was held in a deathly pinch. “Darling, why do you smell like men’s cologne?”
“That’s the thing,” you murmured. “The flowers...they’re...they’re from Michael. He gave them to me and then...then he hugged me.”
Loki’s fingers froze around the petal of a flower. You felt the temperature in the room drop and when you looked down, the flower was encased in ice. You gasped and looked back up at Loki and you swore you saw his eyes flash red.
“Michael? That slimy fucking bastard gave you these? He hugged you?” Loki growled, stepping into your personal space. You took a step back, your eyes wide. You had never seen Loki look so angry. “Tell me, pet, when did this all happen?”
“Loki, listen to me,” you said, pressing your hands to his chest and dropping the flowers to the ground in the process. Loki still stepped closer, his foot crushing the flowers under his weight. “He wasn’t at work. He was outside the apartment.”
“He, what?” Loki yelled, his teeth bared and his hands tightened into white-knuckled fists.
“He was waiting for me,” you said, tears falling down your cheeks once again. “I don’t know how he got my address. He was soaking wet from the rain but it hadn’t rained in hours meaning he was waiting for me for a long time! I didn’t know what to do, Loki!”
Loki’s face softened when he saw the conflict and sadness run across your features. His shoulders relaxed and he pulled you in for a hug. He rubbed his cheek along your head and you briefly wondered if he was scenting you like a cat, marking his smell on you and ensuring the traces of Michael’s cologne vanished from your skin.
“It’s okay, pet. I’m sorry for getting angry. I swear I am not mad at you. I am mad at him. I just...that man, I cannot stand him. He’s trying to take you away from me. You’re mine,” Loki said, his grip tightening on you for his last statement. You nodded against his chest and hugged him closer to your body, wanting to sink into his warmth and comfort.
“I’m yours,” you whispered. You pulled back and slid your hands down Loki’s biceps. “But now I’m in a bit of a bind, Loki.”
“What is it, sweet? What can I help with?” Loki asked.
“Michael was very insistent when he was outside and he wouldn’t leave until I said yes to going on a date with him,” you choked on your words, disgust filling your gut. You watched anger riddle Loki’s features again and he physically had to shut his eyes and take a deep breath to calm himself down. When his eyes reopened again, they were full of determination.
“I am not letting that happen,” he said sternly.
“Please understand that I do not want to go on this date. I don’t want...I don’t want anyone but you,” you admitted, examining the look on Loki’s face. A smile played at his lips but he looked away, concealing his features. “Help me, Loki. I don’t know what to do. He said we’re going to figure out the details at work tomorrow and I’m afraid if I turn him down after saying yes, there’ll be a scene.”
“I have an idea. Why don’t I come to the office with you tomorrow? I’ll conceal myself like I did the first time, except now you’ll know I’m there. I can get him alone and then I’ll tell him off and make sure he doesn’t come near you again,” Loki proposed, nodding slightly to get you to agree. You chewed on your lip and tried not to imagine the gruesome ways that Loki might hurt Michael. Oddly, you found yourself not really caring if Loki pulled a blade on Michael. You puffed out a deep breath and nodded along with Loki.
“Okay, okay yeah. Just...don’t hurt him,” you said, pleading Loki with your eyes. “I don’t like him but you’ve already beaten up one person who got on my nerves. Let’s keep that number low.”
“Two is still a low number.”
“Loki!”
“Okay, I get it.” Loki held his hands up in mock defense. “No killing.”
“And no hurting.”
“Yeah, sure...”
“Stop that!” you laughed, resting your head on his chest. You felt elated knowing that Loki was going to help take care of your problem. But as you stood there with your forehead pressed to the expensive material of Loki’s shirt, you felt your smile fading. Maybe your problem with Michael would have been taken care of, but that didn’t change the distaste you had for your job. All the work you had to do, the disrespect, the walking on eggshells - you couldn’t take it anymore. You weren’t happy there. You were happy making art. You were happy with Loki. You wanted him to take the pain away. Tilting your head up, you looked Loki in the eyes. “Loki?”
“Yes, my love?” Loki purred, brushing his fingers down your cheek. You shivered and bit your lip enticingly. You could see the shift of concern to lust in Loki’s green eyes, his pupils dilating before your very gaze.
“It’s been a pretty bad day. Can you make it better?” you asked, trailing a finger down Loki’s chest. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day and now that we’re alone, I’d like to play out some of those fantasies.”
“And what fantasies were those, pet?” Loki questioned, his voice husky and rough with lust.
You looked over Loki’s shoulder and saw one of his ties lounging over the couch from your last tryst. You pushed past Loki and his body swiveled smoothly to watch you glide to the couch. You collected the tie and ran it through your fingers, feeling the silk tickle the pads of your fingers. Slowly, you walked back over to Loki. He held his hands out and you rested the tie across his palms. Then, you held your hands out in front of you, inner wrists pressed together.
“Remind me who I belong to,” you whispered. “Fuck and claim me.”
“Good girl,” Loki said with a grin. He secured the tie around your wrists, binding your hands together. You expected him to lead you to the bedroom but he smirked instead. “But first…”
Loki knelt down and collected the crushed flowers. He picked them up and smelled them. When he held them away from his nose, he snapped his fingers and the flowers lit up in flames. The flame was green and you could feel its heat. As the flowers burned, they turned to black ash and fell to the ground. Once the entire bouquet was burned, Loki poked the pile of ashes with his foot.
“Fucking asshole. Trying to steal my woman,” Loki growled. His piercing eyes looked back up at you and you could see the possessiveness in them. “Mine.”
“Yours,” you agreed. His jealousy - because that’s what this truly was - had your thighs pressed together and your cunt clenching on empty air, desperate to be filled with his cock. You slid up against Loki, your breasts crushed against his chest. The look in his eyes was dark and eager, completely unlike the gentle, submissive desire they held yesterday. He wanted to dominate you, to let his lust seep into your skin and cling to your bones. Your bound hands gripped the collar of his shirt and you whispered, “take me, Master.”
Loki’s hand grabbed your hair and pulled your head backwards so your face was turned to the ceiling. He loomed over you, his grin full of wicked intent.
“I plan to, kitten.” Loki released your hair and you stumbled backwards. Your chest was heaving as Loki’s fingers glew green, wisps of magic leaking from his fingertips. He snapped his fingers and your clothes suddenly lit up in green flames, just as the flowers had. You could feel their heat but nothing burned your skin, and with shimmers of green and gold, your clothing fell around your feet in hot piles of ash. You looked back up at Loki, your body bare aside from the pendant resting heavily on your breasts. Loki’s eyes raked over your form and he nodded in approval. “He touched those clothes. I had to get rid of them. Only I can touch you.”
“You’re the only man I want to touch me,” you admitted.
Loki cocked his head to the side. “I am no man, darling. I am a god. And you belong to me.”
Loki’s fingers pointed towards you and your pendant began to glow. You smiled knowingly, already prepared for the chain to shrink and crawl up your chest to tighten around your neck. You faced Loki confidently, straightening your spine and stretching your neck as the pendant transformed into your collar. It felt extra snug around your neck and you wondered if Loki did that purposefully to brand more marks into your skin. Loki stepped forward and ran his fingers along the sturdy chain.
“Good little pet,” Loki praised. “Come along now.”
“Yes, Master.”
Loki did not take your hand nor lead you by a leash. Instead, he grabbed the back of your neck and pushed you along with him, his hand pinching the base of your skull. He walked you into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him with his foot.
“Kneel on the bed. Now.” The words were a growl, a challenge for you to disobey. You rushed forward and climbed onto the bed, your hands still bound in front of you. You settled onto your knees then focused your eyes on Loki. He prowled along the end of the bed, his dark clothing lighting up the paleness of his smooth skin. His finger scratched his jaw before he snapped them. Your hands unbound themselves but before you could question it, your arms flew behind you and they were bound once again. This time, however, his tie grew and crawled up your arms, binding you from your wrists to just under your shoulders, ensuring your breasts were pushed outwards.
“Very nice,” Loki murmured, walking back and forth. He paused and took in a large intake of air through his nose, a smirk dancing across his face. “I can smell you, little one. You’re already so turned on. I haven’t even formally touched you yet.”
“You don’t need to touch me. I can get wet just by looking at you,” you admitted sheepishly. Loki cooed and approached the bed. He took your face in his hands and kissed your forehead.
“I know. Isn’t it marvelous,” Loki laughed, not unkindly. His face grew grim and serious, dark eyes cold as they stared right through you. “And no other man can have that effect on you. Isn’t that true?”
“Yes, Loki,” you quickly said.
“I think I’d like to prove that,” Loki mumbled. “But first…”
Loki crawled onto the bed and pulled your body against his. Then, his mouth was on yours. The kiss was hot and heady, lust and jealousy bleeding into your mouth. You liked him like this, the possessive beast come to claim you. His touch was firmer, more demanding. His tongue battled yours, though you were not fighting. You let him take what he needed to and you gave everything in return. His hands, stuck on your waist, pulled your lower half against his. Through his black trousers, you could feel his cock straining for you. You spread your legs wider, hoping he would get the message.
“You want me,” Loki growled as he moved his lips to your neck. “Say that you want me.”
“I want you, Loki. I need you,” you said through ragged breathing. One of his hands left your waist and moved to your cunt, dripping with need. Loki’s fingers teased your folds, spreading your glossy arousal around your pussy. You moaned, your head tossed back as the pads of his fingers danced over your swollen clit. “Please…”
“Please, what?” Loki taunted, his smile against your neck teasing.
“Fuck me,” you whined. You didn’t care if he forced you onto the bed and shoved his cock inside of you without any preparations. You didn’t care if it stung. You wanted him. You canted against his fingers and cried out. “Fuck me! I need your cock in me, Loki!”
“Soon,” he groaned as he slid two fingers inside of you. Your body froze but quickly melted against him. You eagerly rode his fingers, his name falling from your lips. Loki watched you - your face, your body, and more specifically your breasts - as you fucked yourself on his hand. They bounced enticingly in front of him. Loki swung his head lower and bit down on your nipple, sucking it between his lips as if he was trying to draw something from it. You screeched and spasmed on his fingers.
“More, more, more,” you begged. Loki lifted his head and grabbed your face in his free hand. Your eyes were wide as he traced his thumb along your cheek.
“You are such a fucking whore,” he spat out. You moaned, arousal gushing from your cunt as you bucked down harder against his hand. Loki was now thrusting his fingers upwards into you, circling and jabbing every spot he could find. Your thighs trembled as you clenched around him, wanting nothing more than to sit upon his glorious cock. Loki pulled your face in and smiled. “But you’re my fucking whore.”
“Yes, Master,” you agreed, nodding your head despite it being caught in Loki’s grip.
“You’d do anything I say, wouldn’t you?” Loki cooed.
“Anything,” you whimpered. A third finger slid inside of your warmth and you fell forward, but Loki pushed you back by your face.
“Would you even fuck Michael if I told you to?”
You blanched, mouth agape and head swimming. You blinked a few times, waiting to see if you heard him correctly. “I’m sorry, wh -”
“You heard me,” Loki growled. Despite your frozen form, Loki’s fingers continued to pound into you, the sloshing of your wetness filling the otherwise silent room. Loki pinched your cheeks harder. “Would you fuck Michael if I told you to? If I wanted to watch you fuck him, his dainty little cock sliding inside your sweet pussy, would you do it? Would you suck his cock if I wanted you to? Would you give yourself to him completely, should I ask - ah, demand it?”
Your breathing was heavy and his words were scaring you. Your eyes flitted around the room, irrationally nervous that someone else was here, that Michael was here. You swallowed a lump in your throat and looked into Loki’s eyes.
“I wouldn’t want to. I only want you. But if that was what you wanted, then I must obey you, as you are my Master,” you said shyly. You blushed and looked away. “Please don’t make me fuck him.”
“Oh, pet,” Loki sighed, pulling his fingers from you and cupping your face gently. You felt your wetness on his fingers and it sent shivers down your spine. Your toes curled as Loki leaned in and kissed you. This kiss was slow, though full of all the same heated passion as before. When Loki pulled away, he kissed your eyelids. “No, I would never make you do that. I wouldn’t even want that in the first place. It was just a test, kitten. You passed.”
“If you didn’t want me to do that, why would you ask?” you questioned.
“I like hearing how loyal you are to me,” Loki purred. He dipped his head down to kiss over your pulse and you moaned sweetly. “Quite honestly, pet, I never want to see you even look at anyone else. I know it is awfully selfish of me. But I want your eyes only on me. I want you to be completely devoted to me. I want to know that above all else you…”
“I, what?”
“You adore me,” Loki said, his tone a bit sad. You furrowed your brows and parted your lips to speak but Loki pressed a finger to your mouth to silence you. He lifted his head and grinned. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”
You felt a weight forming at the back of your neck. You went to look but your head was stuck in place. Directing your eyes back to Loki, you bit your lip. “What did you just do to me?”
“I gave you another gift,” Loki said with a shrug. He moved his hand around behind you and pulled it forward, showing you the leash he had attached to your collar. Your cunt clenched, once again, around the air at the sight of the beautiful golden chain. He placed the chain back on the bed and with a snap, your neck was pulled taut. Your hands were now bound and the leash prevented you from moving. “What do you say, pet?”
“Thank you, Master,” you said earnestly, flashing him a smile.
“Good girl,” Loki praised before pecking your lips with a tender kiss. “Two more gifts.”
Loki held his hands out and with a glow, a blindfold appeared in one hand and the magical sex toy he gave you so long ago appeared in the other. You let out a tiny gasp as he weighed the objects, your eyes dragging up from the gifts to his face.
“Now, darling, I know you said you wanted my cock but I cannot help but tease you a little.” Loki winked. “Do you remember this toy, kitten? It will feel almost like my cock. There, but just not enough. Do you know why I brought it out today?”
You shook your head. “No, Master.”
“Because I want you to remember that I’m the only one who can fuck this sweet little pussy and make you cum. No one and nothing can do what I do to you. You belong to me and this wonderful toy will prove that,” Loki said as he placed the blindfold on the bed. He twisted the toy in his hand and grinned excitedly. “Oh, it will be such a delight to watch this toy fuck your cunt until you’re begging me to take over. You will cry for me, sweet. I cannot wait.”
“And what about the blindfold?” you asked, chewing your lip.
Loki shrugged. “I felt like it.”
“Of course you did,” you giggled.
Loki slid one arm around your waist and his gaze softened. “Color?”
“Green. Definitely green,” you said, your grin growing to match his. Loki kissed you briefly and when he pulled back, the mask of dominance fell over his face again. He settled the toy beneath you and pushed your hips down until you were impaled on the toy. You gasped and squirmed, trying to adjust to the decent size of the toy. Loki, but just not enough. Loki snatched the blindfold up, winked at you, and then shielded you in a shroud of darkness. You tried to look around but the leash around your neck kept your head facing mostly forward.
“Have a good ride, pet,” Loki whispered from beside you. You heard his fingers snap and suddenly, the toy was buzzing inside of you, pulses and thrusts moving within your pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” you gasped. You felt a weight leave the bed and you assumed that was Loki leaving. You whimpered as your cunt clenched. “Loki?”
“I’m here,” he said, his voice loud and clear. He sounded as though he was standing at the foot of the bed. “Trust me, I would not leave during a show like this.”
You could only imagine how you looked to him - bound, blindfolded, collared, breasts out, and a toy shoved deep inside your cunt. It was quite like the first time he had you use this toy, where you touched yourself with it as he stroked his cock across the room from you. However, it was much dirtier now, a boat-load of kinkiness dumped into this scenario. You pictured it now - Loki stroking his cock, head tossed back, and lips shaped into that beautiful little ‘o’. Your cunt clenched at the thought and you ground down onto the toy.
“Loki,” you moaned, already not feeling fulfilled by the buzzing, pulsing toy. It felt like Loki, but you needed more. You needed Loki’s actual cock. This just wasn’t enough. You squirmed and bucked down against it, trying to imagine it was actually Loki beneath you. But Loki wasn’t like the toy. Loki’s cock was curved, long, and thick. It wouldn’t just dully buzz and thrust inside of you. Loki would pound into you without any abandon, no regard for how sore your cunt would be at the end of the night. That was what you wanted and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you begged for it.
“How does it feel, little one?” Loki asked, his voice an octave lower and a bit rougher. You knew just from the way he breathed between words that he was touching himself. You wondered if he was naked or if he had just slipped his pants low enough to fuck his hand. You moaned and rode the toy, your body a bit off balanced from the way you were bound.
“Feels good,” you gasped. “But I want more. I want you.”
“I bet you do, you little slut,” Loki growled. “Look at the way your breasts are bouncing for me. Your tender pussy is all red and wet. Tell me, kitten, is it still sore from how hard I fucked you last night?”
“Yes, yes it is,” you moaned, recalling how Loki had drilled his cock into you last night after your little game of you pretending to take on the dominant role. The memory caused another gush of wetness to flood from you and you desperately fucked yourself on the toy.
“I like when your pussy is sore,” Loki admitted, his voice closer to you than before. You stretched out, trying to grasp the edges of his voice, wanting to touch him. But with your arms bound and your head erect, you couldn’t follow him or even attempt to. “When your cunt is nice and sore for me, it’s even softer. You clench harder around me. You get even wetter to help my cock slide inside of you. I could perhaps make a spell to leave those luscious lips permanently swollen and sensitive. Would you let me do that?”
“Yes!” you shouted, arching your back as the toy rubbed against a spongy bundle inside of you. “Please, do whatever you want to me. I’ll do anything for you.”
His fingers pinched your chin and you shivered. “And that’s why you are my very best girl.”
“Am I your only girl?” you asked tentatively. The buzzing from the toy was the only sound that filled the room for a brief moment before a pair of lips pressed to your temple.
“You know you are. And I would not have it any other way.”
You didn’t know such tender words could bring you so close to an orgasm, but apparently they could. Your clit throbbed with need and your breathing got heavier, the need to cum so overwhelming yet so unobtainable from the toy.
“Loki! Please fuck me. Please make me cum,” you cried out. Suddenly, a hand came down against your ass and you yelped, jumping forward as much as you could with the leash holding you back. You swallowed, the collar tight around your throat as more wetness trickled down your inner thighs.
“Look at that ass,” Loki groaned. You heard the slick swipe of his hand over his cock and you licked your lips, desperate for him. “Such a pretty fucking ass. It deserves to be covered with my handprints, don’t you agree?”
“Yes, Master!” You rode the toy harder, faster, hoping to entice Loki. You bit your lip and clenched around the toy, your thighs trembling with misery. “Fuck, Loki! Please, please, please! Please fuck me! I need your cock in me right fucking now, please!”
“Oh, pet,” Loki groaned as his arms wrapped around you from behind. You leaned into his touch as his hands ran over your stomach. His hard cock pressed to your backside and you felt that his clothes were gone. Frustration bubbled within you from not being able to touch or see this glorious man. His fingers crawled up your abdomen and pinched your nipples. “I simply love hearing you cry out for me.”
“Fuck me, please. Please, Master. I need your big fucking cock inside of me. I need you to fuck me,” you babbled on, fucking down on the toy and back against his hard cock. “Take me, please. I belong to you, only you. No one can fuck me like you can. You own my body. Make me yours.”
Loki’s mouth was directly beside your ear as he rocked his cock against you. “You sound so pretty when you beg.”
“Please, Master. I can’t cum without you. You’re the only person who can make me cum. Fuck, I can’t even make myself cum. Fuck me, Loki. Fuck me hard and rough and fast - please!” you nearly shouted, your body so alight with anticipation and pleasure. Loki grabbed your hair and tugged you back, and you realized that the leash was gone.
“Be careful what you ask for.” Then, Loki pushed you face down onto the bed. The toy was slipped from your pussy but it was only moments later that his cock was thrusted inside of you. You screamed, flexing your hands behind your back as Loki pounded into you, his hard body above you as he pounded into you from behind. Loki’s moans were torn from his lungs with passion. “Yes, oh fuck, yes.”
“Loki! Harder...harder, please,” you sobbed as Loki grunted in your ear. Compared to the toy, Loki felt so fucking huge. His cock was hard and thick, stabbing every inch of your pussy with its hot pleasure. You rambled on, calling out his name as your face was smashed into the bed.
“Your cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock,” Loki hissed in your ear. “This cunt is mine and only mine. No one else can fuck you. No one else can touch you. Just me.”
“You! Only you, Loki. I’m yours,” you moaned, trying to press yourself back against Loki’s thrusts. You clamped down around your cock and you knew that an orgasm was quickly approaching. Loki must have felt it because he growled and pulled his cock out of you. He flipped you over and ripped the blindfold from your eyes. You blinked quickly to adjust to the sudden light as Loki slid his cock back inside of you. Above you, Loki’s face was hard and sinister, possession scribbled all over his features.
And he was so breathtakingly beautiful.
“I want you to look into my eyes as I make you cum,” Loki purred as he began pounding back into you. Your head fell back against the bed but you continued to keep your eyes locked onto Loki’s. Your hands were still bound behind your back and you writhed around.
“Please untie me,” you whispered. “I need to touch you. I want to hold you.”
Loki moaned your name and waved his hands. The long tie disappeared from your arms and you immediately maneuvered them out from behind you. You threw your arms around Loki’s neck and held his body against yours. You moaned directly into his ear, an act that made Loki’s thrusts go sloppy.
“I want you to cum around my cock, pet. I want you to cum so fucking hard,” Loki growled, lifting his head a bit so he was looking at you. “And I want you to shout my name as you do it.”
One of Loki’s hands shot out and grabbed the abandoned toy from beside you. He pressed it to your clit and it buzzed to life, vibrating against you. Your eyes widened and with a throaty, loud shout of Loki’s name, you came. Even though you were looking at his face, all you could see was bright white light, the power of your orgasm so overwhelming that the breath was literally knocked from your body. Your hands were clamped onto Loki’s shoulders as he came inside of you, pumping you full of his cum. He continued to chant your name as he came, his thrusts unending as he released inside of you. You lay there limply as you both fell from your highs, your eyes glazed with pleasure.
“That’s my good girl. You’re such a good girl,” Loki whispered as he pressed kisses along your face. He pulled out slowly and immediately wrapped you in his arms. He sat up with his back against your headboard - newly fixed after last night - and you resting in his lap. He conjured a glass of water and a bottle of lotion. He held the glass to your mouth. “Drink, sweet.”
You drank in slow, calculated sips as Loki rubbed lotion all along your body, all the while reminding you of how perfect you were and how good you were for him. You felt yourself coming back to your body and you let yourself lean heavier against Loki.
And you felt so good.
This was how you always wanted to feel, dazed and happy with pleasure. You wanted to feel safe in Loki’s arms, wrapped up in his smell and feel and essence. You wanted his cum dripping from your cunt, his hands wandering your body, his lips pressed to your temple. You wanted his dinners, his laughter, his stories, his protection, his care. You wanted everything from him.
“Loki?” Your voice was tiny and weak. Loki immediately ducked his head down to look at your face, eyes scanning your features.
“What is it, pet? Are you okay, little one?” Loki asked, his arms tightening around you.
“I accept.”
“What?” Loki asked, brows furrowed.
You turned yourself towards him and smiled. “Your offer. I accept it.”
“You do?” Loki gasped with a smile, his face as bright as a young boy who just received an amazing gift. You nodded and Loki swept you up further into his arms, hugging you tightly. You laughed against him as he rocked you back and forth. “Oh, thank you! Thank you! But...but what changed your mind?”
“This. You.” You pressed your hand to Loki’s naked chest. “I’m so happy with you. The moment I got home from my terrible day, you made me feel so good. You made me forget every worry in the world. I want to be an artist. I want to let you take care of me, as much as it pains me to accept such grand gestures. But I accept, on one condition.”
“Anything,” Loki said eagerly.
“We take it slow. Don’t throw bags of money at me. I accept you taking care of me but only until I can sell some art. Once I start making money from that, the cash flow stops.” Loki looked like he wanted to protest but you held up one hand. “I’m really thankful for all that you do for me, Loki, but I also need to be able to take care of myself. I know you want to do this for me but please, let me help myself too.”
“Alright. That’s fair,” Loki sighed with a nod.
“Plus I definitely won’t have to deal with Michael if I’m not even working with him anymore,” you giggled. “So tomorrow, we’ll go to my job. I’ll quit and you’ll take care of Michael. Then we can come home and we’ll get working on my art career.”
“I can’t wait,” Loki said happily. He rested his head on top of yours. You listened to the steady thrum of his heartbeat as you traced your fingertips over his chest. “Thank you, pet. Thank you for letting me take care of you.”
“Thank you for staying around to take care of me.”
“You know I’d never leave you.”
“Promise?”
“I swear it, pet. I swear it on my life.”
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Chapter 20: The Heart Wants What The Heart Wants
Summary:
It’s quitting time! You and Loki have your individual missions. You just hope everything goes smoothly, because you cannot handle one more day in that damn office.
TW: Minor violence
Notes:
Happy Friday my loves!! Today's chapter was so much fun to write and I think you're going to like it to hehe. Thank you so much for reading and enjoy!!
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Chapter Text
“Do you remember the plan?” Loki asked you, his head dipped down near yours as you bristly walked to work. You were rather late but that did not matter anymore. You were quitting. You were officially leaving the dreary, painful job that caused you so much frustration behind. Your head was held high and there was a distinct swagger in your step that had Loki’s eyes drawn to your ass as you hustled down the stairs in front of him only minutes earlier.
“Yes, I do,” you said confidently, turning to smile at Loki. He was dressed in a beautiful suit, completely black and dripping with decadent sophistication. It took every bit of power within you not to drag him into a nearby alley, shuck his pants down and suck his cock with your knees on the dirty concrete. You would have plenty of time for that after you quit. “We go in. I go straight to Mr. Richards’ office and tell him how it is. You find Michael and do whatever it is you’re going to do.”
“Good girl,” Loki praised, pushing the dark sunglasses he wore further up his pointed nose.
“Loki? How exactly are you going to do your part of the plan? You never told me,” you said, tilting your head a bit. Loki chuckled and swung an arm over your shoulder, pressing your body to the side of his.
“That, my dear, is for me to know and for you to find out,” Loki laughed. You rolled your eyes but preened under his joyous mood.
As you paced the city streets, you noticed several pairs of eyes drawn to you and Loki. Crowds parted for you both, offering you a clear space to walk. You wondered how you two must look - Loki in his dark suit, dark glasses, dark presence and you tucked under his arm. Perhaps a few weeks ago, you would have felt self-conscious. You may have even tried to hide your face from the approaching throngs of city walkers. But now, as Loki strolled to work with you, you felt brave. You felt like you could do anything. Loki was with you and he was happy about it. He was thrilled to get you to himself and to help you with your endeavors. You smiled, shook some hair from your face, and continued walking forward.
When you reached the entrance of the building, you rooted yourself to the sidewalk. Loki looked down at you, his eyes searching your face. You licked your lips and smiled as you stared up at the floor where your office was.
“This is it,” you murmured.
“Yes, it is,” Loki acknowledged. He spun you towards him and pressed his lips to yours, his large hands cupping your face. The kiss was smooth, gentle, and teeming with encouragement. After pulling away, Loki pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “I am so proud of you.”
“Thank you,” you sighed, stretching onto your toes to peck Loki’s lips. “If I get nervous, I’ll touch the pendant and call out for you.”
“And I will be there in a moment’s notice,” Loki said. “Once you’re done, go home. I will meet you there. I have a feeling your ordeal will be faster than mine.”
“Right. Remember the deal?”
“No killing.”
“And no hurting.”
“You suck the fun out of everything,” Loki grunted, earning a swat on the arm from you. He chuckled and returned the favor, slapping your ass as you shuffled inside. He watched you walk into the building and once you were gone, he slipped into his shield of invisibility, courtesy of the magical tie he had kept on hand from the first time he performed this trick.
Loki strutted inside, smirk on his lips as he finally went to confront the man who was trying to steal his beloved away.
*
The door to Mr. Richards’ office was closed but that did not stop you from barging in. You swung the door open and it rattled against the nearby bookcase. Mr. Richards jumped in his seat, pressing a hand to his chest to calm his racing heart. He rolled his eyes and looked up, only to fall pale when he locked eyes with you.
“Look who finally decided to show up,” he grunted.
“I quit.”
“Excuse me?” Mr. Richards grumbled, adjusting his reading glasses to narrow his sickly gray eyes at you. You nodded firmly and grinned. This would not be like the last time you were in his office. You would not let him degrade you and walk all over you until you were crying under his thumb. Apparently, he could see the aura of confidence around you as well because he just sighed tiredly. “No. No, you have work to do.”
“Are you trying to stop me from quitting?” you asked, your eyes widened at his statement.
“Look, you can quit if you want but you need to submit your two weeks,” he sighed. “File a termination report and then in two weeks you can leave.”
“No!” you nearly shouted. Mr. Rirchards glared at you but you wouldn’t back down. “I am quitting today, Mr. Richards. I am not taking no for an answer!”
“Why?” he asked, swiping his glasses off and throwing them onto his desk. He rubbed his forehead before waving his hand around. “Why are you suddenly quitting?”
“Because I’m not happy here,” you explained. “You give me too much work, you don’t respect me, and quite frankly, some of your employees are creeps.”
“Creeps?” Mr. Richards huffed. “Yeah, alright.”
“Yes, they are.” A mischievous grin grew on your face. “In fact, Loki is dealing with one of them now.”
The color drained from Mr. Richards’ face and you watched a bead of sweat form on his brow and drip down his cheek. “Loki? He’s h-here?”
“Mhmm,” you hummed, swaying back and forth on your feet. “He was very pleased with you when you let me take that vacation. It would be such a shame to upset him with this whole two weeks deal.”
“I-I don’t want to upset him,” Mr. Richards stuttered. He stood from his desk and looked around his office, seemingly worried that Loki would pop out from the shadows. He wrung his hands together and looked back at you. “Please don’t bring him in here.”
“I won’t,” you assured Mr. Richards with a smile. “But I can’t control what he’ll do. Well, I guess I’ll just have to tell him the news…”
You turned around and grabbed the doorknob. Behind you, Mr. Richards shouted, “wait!”
You looked over your shoulder with a smile. “Yes, Mr. Richards?”
He sagged over his desk and sighed, shaking his head. “Go. Have a nice life.”
“Thank you,” you said with a nod. You swept out of his office and strutted to your desk, ready to pack your things and head home to meet Loki and begin your new life of art, sex, and freedom.
*
Michael stood in front of the microwave watching the lunch he made for you spin around on the glass tray inside. He tapped his foot impatiently as he watched the seconds tick downwards. You weren’t at your desk this morning and he was getting rather angry. You promised you would discuss your date together at work! Still, he couldn’t say mad at you and that’s why he was still warming up the lunch he prepared for you. The microwave chimed, signaling the food was ready. Michael popped the door open and collected the plastic tray of food. He sighed and turned around.
“Michael.”
He looked up and saw you standing in the doorway of the breakroom. You were dressed in a tight green dress, one leg crossed over the other as you leaned on the doorframe. Michael whispered your name and you laughed.
“Hey there,” you purred. “Sorry I’m late. I wanted to make sure I looked extra nice today...for you.”
“You look great, bookworm,” Michael said, drool practically pooling in his mouth.
Your fingers teased the neckline of your dress, fingertips brushing along your breasts. “I know we were going to discuss our date today but I think I’d rather go somewhere a little more...private to do so, if you don’t mind?”
“Are you implying what I think you are?” Michael asked.
You shrugged playfully. “Why don’t you come follow me and find out?” You smiled flirtatiously as you lifted a single hand up and crooked a finger in a come hither motion.
Michael dropped the food on the ground as you turned around and swept from the room. He mindlessly followed you down the hallway, his pants getting tighter with every step. You giggled ahead of him, looking over your shoulder with bright eyes. You wound through the corridors until you reached a dark room, empty aside from a few old printers that no longer worked. You pushed the door open, grabbed Michael by his tie, and dragged him into the room. The door shut behind you and you locked it discreetly.
“This is certainly unlike you, bookworm. What’s gotten into you? Was it the flowers?” Michael asked, stepping into your personal space. You hummed and wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed his clammy hands on your waist.
“They were really nice,” you admitted, batting your eyelashes. “They got me thinking about how kind you are to me. It’s so nice having a big, strong, sexy man want me.”
“I do want you. I’ll fucking take you right now,” Michael growled. You giggled and traced your finger down his tie and back up towards his neck.
“Really? You’d fuck me right here in this copying room? You’d fuck my pussy real fucking good, huh?” you whispered, dancing your fingertips over Michael’s throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed beneath your touch and you winked at him.
“Yeah, I’d fuck you good,” Michael said, his chest heaving.
Your grin was nearly evil as Michael blinked down at you. There was a slight glow of green and suddenly, a cold, metal blade was pressed to Michael’s neck.
“Too bad you can’t have me.”
“What?” Michael gasped. You rolled your eyes as your body became engulfed in green shimmers. Michael watched as your body grew taller and broader, your feminine shoulders branching out into something more masculine. Your hair transformed, your eyes shimmered, and with a twinkle of gold, you were no longer you.
“Hello there, Michael,” Loki purred. His hand was still cupped around the back of Michael’s neck as he dug the flat end of his blade against the front of Michael’s throat. Michael squirmed in Loki’s grasp but Loki laughed. “No, you’re not going anywhere.”
“What the fuck? You’re the guy from the grocery store!” Michael spat.
“Indeed I am,” Loki acknowledged. “I am also the lover of your little bookworm.”
“Where is she?” Michael was frantically moving now and Loki was getting tired. He snapped his fingers and Michael flew backwards against the wall, his body stuck to the hard surface. Loki yawned and twirled his knife in his hand, watching the silver blade glimmer in the dark room.
“She is not here and you will never see her again,” Loki growled, stomping towards Michael. “You are a wretched human being. I should kill you where you stand.”
“I’ll fucking kill you!” Michael shouted. Loki rolled his eyes and checked his nails as Michael continued his insistent badgering. “What the fuck is going on?! Why were you appearing as her? How were you appearing as her?”
“Oh, dear. It seems you don’t know who I am,” Loki sighed, shaking his head. “Ah, you know. That’s beside the point. It’s not about me, is it? It’s about my beloved, the woman you have tormented for the past few weeks, is it not? You see, I know how much you want her. I’ve seen the way you look at her. But the truth of the matter is, she is mine. You cannot have her, no matter how much you beg, grovel, and plead. She will never be yours.”
“Fuck you! She is mine! You can’t tell me what to do!” Michael hissed, attempting to free himself from the wall. Loki grinned and dragged the tip of his blade along Michael’s abdomen. Michael fumed and struggled but Loki continued his exploration.
“I can tell you what to do and I will tell you what to do,” Loki barked, flashing his eyes up at Michael. Loki stepped directly in front of him so they were face to face. “You are going to leave her alone. You will never try to contact her again. You will never even think about her again. You will stay out of her life or I will murder you.”
“You can’t do that,” Michael yelped, his face a bit paler and his struggle a bit less enthusiastic.
Loki laughed viciously. “You’re right. At this very moment, I cannot, for I promised my darling that I would not hurt you.”
“You see! She loves me! She wants me! She’s protecting me!” Michael protested.
Loki scoffed. “No, she just does not want to live with the blood on her hands. After I nearly butchered Travis Richards, it was too much for her perfect, kind heart to handle.” Loki pressed the tip of his knife against Michael’s heart. Loki dropped his voice to a velvety whisper. “But quite frankly, I would not be opposed to snuffing out your life and simply not telling her. After all, I can hide a body rather well. I would be the only one to know of your pathetic death.”
Michael blanched, his body still against the wall. “Don’t kill me, please! Please, I beg you!”
“Begging, are you? I like this,” Loki chuckled. He waved his hand and Michael fell from the wall to his knees. “Go on. Beg a bit more and I might spare you.”
“Please, whoever you are, don’t kill me! I need to live! I won’t contact her again! I...I have a family!” Michael pleaded.
“You have a fucking family?” Loki roared. He couldn’t help himself. He reached his hand out and slapped Michael straight across the face. Michael stared up at Loki as he cupped his heated cheek. “You have a family and yet you are trying to advance yourself upon my love? You are a sick man! I should kill you and spare your family the suffering of knowing you!”
“No! Don’t!” Michael cried, snot dripping over his upper lip.
“What is it? Wife? Husband? Children?” Loki asked. He grabbed Michael by the collar and tugged him forward. “Answer me, coward!”
“I have a wife! And two kids!” Michael sobbed. Loki slapped him once more and pushed him onto the ground. He rolled his eyes and paced around the room, trying to calm himself down before he genuinely hurt the pathetic worm. After taking some well-needed deep breaths, Loki turned back to Michael.
“Do you love your wife? Your kids?” Michael nodded quickly. Loki pointed his knife towards the door. “Then you will walk out of this room and never think about my beloved again. You will put this fantasy of her desire for you out of your head. She does not want you. She only wants me. And that will never change, do you understand?”
Michael nodded, wiping the snot from his face. “I do. I do.”
“Let me preface something, Michael,” Loki hummed, squatting down in front of Michael. He brushed the pads of his fingers along the bruises on Michael’s cheek and smirked. “I will not lie to you - I am a violent man. I enjoy bringing suffering, agony, and pain down on others. I have fought in wars, taken lives, and relished in it. I am not afraid to do it again. If you love your family, then you will listen to my instructions I just gave you. If you do not, I will slaughter them where they stand and peel your eyelids open so you must watch every brutal, bloody moment of it. Their death will be on your hands, Michael. Choose your path wisely.”
Loki, of course, would never do such a thing. He would never kill an innocent, and quite frankly, he was finding himself leaning more towards passiveness than aggressiveness ever since meeting you. Fuck, you were making him damn soft. His threat to Michael’s family was empty, but his wrath on Michael was not. He would not kill his poor wife and children. He would kill him. He would torture the man if he was to show his face again. But he would not admit that to Michael. Luckily, being the God of Lies made his falsities impossible to detect.
“Okay,” Michael whimpered, his split lip trembling. Loki waved a hand over Michael’s face and placed an illusion over the damage he had left, though still left the pain behind for Michael to feel.
“Good boy,” Loki snickered. He lifted himself to his full height, straightened his tie, and walked over to the door. Loki paused with his hand on the doorknob and peered over his shoulder. “Have a good day, Michael.”
Loki left the room and slammed the door behind him. Pride and accomplishment was an aphrodisiac to Loki and he was more than ready to get back to your apartment and have his way with you. He tore through the building, taking the steps down two at a time before exiting the building and hurrying his way back. He knew you would be at the apartment by now and he could not wait to get his hands on you.
After a quick walk that was more of a graceful trot, Loki reached your building. He grinned as he walked up to the steps but paused when he heard the quiet call of his name from behind him. He turned around and saw a woman standing there, one hand over her mouth and the other over her chest.
“Er, yes?” Loki asked, backing down from the single step he had climbed up. The woman’s gaze raked over his body before she met his eyes. The hand above her mouth dropped to rest atop the other one on her chest.
“Oh my gosh. You’re Loki. You’re him!” she squealed. “I...oh my gosh!”
“Yes, I am,” Loki said, laughing a bit nervously. He had not been recognized on Midgard before without announcing his presence. It was a bit surreal but he felt rather flattered. The woman bowed before Loki and he got a generous look at her ample cleavage. “Rise.”
The woman stood up straight immediately and walked towards Loki. “I’m so sorry to interrupt your day. My name is Paula and I have been studying you for years.”
“Studying me?” Loki asked, lifting a brow.
“Yes, yes! I work at a church not far from here and I have always felt super connected to the gods. In fact…” Paula looked away blushing. “You’re the god I pray to most often.”
“Oh, am I?” Loki chuckled. “That is very humbling, thank you.”
“You’re welcome!” she cheered with a giggle. “Goodness, I never thought I’d ever actually meet you. Oh wow, I...I need to ask you something.”
“Go ahead,” Loki said, waving his hand in front of him.
Paula stood up straighter and lifted her chin. Then, she dipped her head down into a bow as she pressed her fist to her heart - a sign of complete loyalty. Loki felt his strength bubbling within him at her devotion.
“Loki, God of Mischief, God of Sex, I love you. Please, I know you guard the pillars of sex and I would like to show my devotion to you in that form. May I please?” Paula begged, stepping closer to Loki once she released her stance. He swallowed briefly as her hands reached up to touch his hands. He stepped back ever so slightly as she stepped forward. When she touched him, he could feel her sincerity. He could sense her intentions were true and she simply wanted to be a loyal, engaged follower. But Loki did not want that. He only wanted you.
“Listen, as honored as I am to hear this, I cannot accept,” Loki said calmly. “I appreciate the gesture.”
“Oh no,” she whimpered, tears welling in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to please you. Oh no...the church leaders…”
“What about them?” Loki asked.
“Well, they always said if you come into contact with your god and they reject you, you were cursed to a life of failure and damnation,” Paula explained in a trembling voice. “Loki! What can I do to make it up to you?”
Loki could sense the genuine fear in the poor girl. He sighed and looked away, trying to think quickly on his feet. It was rather difficult knowing the woman he loved was only a few stories above him, wet and waiting for him. Loki groaned as his cock stiffened in his trousers at the thought of you. He shook his head and turned back to Paula. He placed his hands on her hips and hushed her cries.
“Relax. That is false. My rejection does not equate to that, nor does it for any of the other gods. Here. Give them this.” Loki lifted his hand up and produced a golden card that shimmered with green highlights. He twisted it in the air and allowed the card to capture the light. On the card were two snakes intertwined, Loki’s symbol on Asgard. “Show them this. It is a gift from me. It will protect you from their anger.”
“Oh, thank you!” Paula said, throwing her arms around Loki and hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Loki!”
“You are welcome, child,” Loki said, stepping away and bowing slightly before Paula. “Go on. Take that to your leaders.”
“I will!” Paula said. Loki stepped towards your building again when she called out once more. “Ah, Loki? May I ask what you’re doing on Earth?”
“Why, I am trying to make the woman of my dreams fall in love with me, of course,” Loki said with a wink as he pointed up to the building.
Paula squealed and clapped her hands together. “Oh, I am so sorry for coming onto you then! She is so lucky! Good luck! She’d be a fool not to love you!”
Loki chuckled and shook his head. “She would be, wouldn’t she?”
*
You sat on your bed as a single tear dripped down your cheek. You weren’t supposed to be crying. You were supposed to be happy. You were happy.
And then you looked out the window.
You were preparing a cup of warm, comforting, hey-I-just-quit-my-job-successfully tea as you waited for Loki. After taking the mug in your hands, you walked into your room and took a few sips. You found yourself gliding towards your window and what you saw caused you to drop your drink onto the ground.
Loki was outside, hands on the waist of another woman, as he smiled down at her. He was speaking, that damn right eyebrow lifted in the charming way it did when he was smooth talking you, meaning he was smooth talking her. You stood there in shock as you noticed a slight tent in his pants. The bastard was fucking hard. If it couldn’t get any worse, he hugged her. He held her tightly against his body, cock hard, and a smirk on his face, and you suddenly felt sick.
You stumbled over to your bed and held your stomach. You tried to hold in your sobs but you couldn’t help letting out a few. You shouldn’t have felt so angry about this - Loki wasn’t even yours! But you thought that maybe he could be. After all the care, the generosity, the sex, the “my love” tossed around so tenderly, you were positive that Loki had garnered at least some feelings for you.
You were wrong.
That was where you sat until you heard the front door open. You stared at the floor as you heard Loki pad into the room. The tips of his dress shoes entered your line of vision and you sucked your lower lip into your mouth.
“Pet, are you -”
“Who was she?” you asked.
“What are you talking about?” Loki questioned. You looked up at him slowly and swallowed the hard lump that had formed in your throat. You felt another tear trail down your cheek but you neglected to wipe it away.
“The woman outside you were hugging while having a fucking boner!” you yelled. Heat rose in your chest, causing your breasts and neck to flush with color as you stood from the bed. Loki’s eyes filled with recognition and you laughed. “Oh, this is great.”
“Darling, please listen to me. She was no one,” Loki attempted to explain.
“No one? Then why were you gazing into her eyes, huh?” you nearly growled, stepping towards Loki with your finger jabbed out.
Loki snorted. “She was a follower of mine. Nothing happened.”
“Oh, wonderful. Another follower,” you sighed, running a hand along your hair.
Loki narrowed his eyes and cocked his jaw to the side. “And what is so wrong with that?”
“I’m tired of it, Loki! It’s always your followers! The answering prayers late at night, the women in the grocery store catching your attention - which was the fucking reason I ran into Michael, by the way - and now this girl on the sidewalk...I’m tired of sharing you!” you shouted.
“I am a god, have you forgotten that? This is my life,” Loki hissed. “I need to take care of these things. I need to give these people my attention.”
“Then why can’t anyone else have my attention?” you asked, tears brimming in your eyes again. “Fuck, I don’t even want anyone else’s attention but it’s always, ‘you’re mine, pet. No one else can have you. No one else can look at you’. And if anyone even looks at me, you act like it’s the end of the world!”
“You are mine. Don’t you forget that,” Loki growled, pointing a finger right back at you.
“But are you mine, Loki?” you whispered, dropping your hand beside you. Loki’s face softened but you looked away, not wanting to get lost in the depths of his beautiful eyes. You sucked in a breath and shook your head. “You’re the Master. I’m the pet. You’re the god. I’m the mortal. I’m yours. But you’re not mine. You’ll never really be mine.”
“I am yours,” Loki murmured.
“But you’re also the God of Sex. You’re the God of Mischief,” you hissed, eyes sharp as you faced Loki again. “You’re the one everyone wants. I hate having to share you with the world! Fuck! It’s not even just the world. It’s the whole Nine Realms!”
“This is who I am, pet,” Loki said, pressing his hands to his chest. “I need to be this. I can’t just drop all of my responsibilities. I have already dropped so much for you! I haven’t answered prayers in a fucking week just so I could spend time with you! Have you forgotten me going to bed with you every single night? Or what about the constant lavishing of your little cunt on my tongue? Does it mean nothing?”
“Loki, I appreciate that. I really do. But I...I don’t want to share you anymore. I can’t do it anymore!” you gasped out, tears falling down your cheeks. “The reason you came to me was because I was insecure. I was broken. Guess what? I still am. I still feel that sting when I see you with other women. I still hurt when I think about all the other beautiful people you could have. I just want you for myself and know that no one else can have you! I want to know that when you walk out of his apartment and leave this realm, wherever you travel to, it’s me who you’ll want to come back to. It’s me who you’re thinking of. I want...I want...fuck!”
“No one else has me. I’m here, aren’t I?” Loki asked. “Is that not enough?”
“No, it’s not,” you cried.
“Why not?” Loki said, stepping closer to you. You stepped backward and shook your head, tears spilling down your cheeks. You felt it coming. You knew what was going to happen, but Loki continued to press on. “Why, pet?”
“Loki…”
“Tell me.”
“Loki…no…”
“Tell me!”
“Because I love you!” you shouted, heart pounding in your chest. There was a ringing in your ears as you watched Loki’s face transform from frustration to confusion to shock.
“What?” he murmured, his voice so low you barely heard him.
“I love you, Loki,” you whispered, nodding slowly. You wrapped your arms around you, making yourself appear as small as possible in the quiet room. “It’s not enough that you’re here because I want you to love me too. I want to know that even when you’re answering prayers, looking at other women, or just...I don’t know, doing whatever gods do, you’re thinking of me because you love me. Knowing that you loved me the way I loved you would make everything better. I know you wouldn’t leave me then. I’m terrified every day of you realizing there are better options and leaving me. And if that was to happen...I don’t know what I’d do. I love you and I want you to love me too.”
“You love me,” Loki said softly.
“Yeah, I do,” you admitted with red cheeks. “I have for a while. I’m sorry.”
You stood there quietly as you waited to see what Loki did next. He was still standing there, surprise written across his face. You were expecting him to laugh, maybe yell at you, or more likely, just walk out and leave. You waited for the blow, the pain, the hurt. You waited for your heart to break into several little pieces.
Instead, Loki ran over to you, cupped your face in his hands, and kissed you.
His lips were pressed firmly to yours and his kiss was passionate. It was your turn to be shocked, but when you finally realized what was happening, you kissed Loki back. Your hands fisted in the lapels of his suit as you stretched up onto your toes, making sure you were especially close to Loki.
The man you loved. The man you admitted to loving. Out loud.
You didn’t have a chance to be filled with fear as Loki kissed you. He moaned against you as he gripped your hips and pushed you backwards onto the bed. You collapsed backwards and dragged Loki down with you. He hovered slightly above you but you tugged him downwards, wanting to feel the weight of his body against yours. If this was the last time you were going to have Loki thanks to your foolishness of admitting your feelings for the almighty God of Mischief and Sex, you wanted to feel every bit of it.
“Loki,” you moaned as he tore his lips from yours to kiss down your neck. Your hands found his hair and you knotted your fingers in it, keeping Loki’s mouth close to your throat. His teeth scraped your skin and you arched your back, pressing your chest fully against his. His hard cock ground against your clothed cunt and you spread your legs, enticing Loki in.
“You love me,” he murmured against your neck. His lips suctioned around the skin over your pulse and he sucked harshly. You whimpered and scratched his scalp as you bared your throat for him, giving him all the room he wanted to mark you. You wanted those marks - needed them, rather. You needed the reminder of who Loki was, what he had done to you, and that at least for a short portion of your lonely life, you were his.
Tears filled your eyes as you thought about him leaving you. He must not be that appalled with your confession if he was here grinding his hard cock against you and sucking on your neck. But at the same time, it was possible he was getting one last fill of you in before heading out. Perhaps it was even going to be a pity fuck, a sweet goodbye for you.
“You’re crying,” Loki whispered as he pulled himself back up. His eyes scanned your face. “Why?”
“Because I want you,” you said honestly, because it was partially true. Loki grimaced but you just smiled at him, a weak one that was mostly tearful emotion. “Please, Loki...stay with me.”
“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered. You felt yourself begin to choke on your impending sobs. You untangled your hands from his hair and grabbed his face, forcing his mouth back onto yours. Loki groaned into your mouth as his hands fumbled with your shirt, gripping the fabric without any sort of delicate handling. “Off.”
Loki growled, pulling his lips from yours only so he could take your shirt off. He tossed the material onto the floor and attached his lips to yours once more. His kissing was getting needier and more intense as he groped your breasts. You arched into his touch as your tongue slid between his lips to tangle with his. You thought you heard him sigh your name, and then, your bra was ripped from your body. You pulled back as the feeling of the tearing fabric stung your skin. You attempted to catch your breath as you watched your bra fall to pieces on the ground.
“What’s with the startled look, kitten?” Loki teased as he massaged your breasts. He toyed with your nipples and you moaned, pressing up into his touch. “Is it so hard to believe that after all this time, I want you?”
“Sometimes, yes,” you gasped as he pinched your nipples.
“Then I guess I need to prove to you how badly I crave you, pet,” Loki purred. His hands left your breasts and moved down to your pants. He winked up at you before shucking off your pants and underwear in one effortless swipe. He tossed the discarded clothing to the ground, pushed your thighs up to your chest, and dove head-first into your wet cunt.
“Loki! Oh my gosh,” you moaned, hands immediately fisting in his hair. His tongue danced across your folds, dragging between them as he lapped up your juices. You pulled at his hair and screamed, your eyes locked with his. His green eyes sparkled with lust as he devoured you. He drank you up and then circled your clit with the tip of his tongue. You tugged his hair harder and Loki ground his cock against the bed.
His mouth was both a blessing and a curse. There was a sinful talent that lurked in those lips and that tongue that was pushing you towards the edge of an orgasm already. You dug your nails into his scalp as you bucked down against his face. You cried out his name as you arched your back, but Loki pressed his arm onto your stomach to hold you down. You whimpered as he lifted his head, face smeared with your shining arousal.
“Hold your thighs for me,” he instructed curtly. You nodded and moved your hands from his soft hair to the undersides of your thighs. Your legs spread wider and your hips lifted slightly, presenting your cunt to Loki in the most tempting way. He grinned and kissed your inner thigh. “Such a good girl.”
“Thank you, Master,” you said with a light blush. Loki chuckled before lowering his head back down. He continued his oral exploration of your dripping pussy. Your nails bit into your thighs as you held yourself open for him. Loki’s eyes met yours and with a salacious wink, he dipped his tongue inside of your weeping hole. Your body trembled with excitement as he licked inside of you, pumping his tongue as if it was his cock. You rode down on his tongue, grinding your cunt against his face.
Loki moaned and the vibrations went straight through your core. You writhed around, digging your nails even harder into your legs as Loki’s tongue sunk further inside of you. His hands massaged your legs before sliding up to your cunt. One hand swung around and pressed to your clit, circling you quickly.
“Oh! Fuck, I’m going to cum!” You looked at Loki as the warning fell from your lips. He nodded once and shut his eyes, twirling his tongue inside of you. You tossed your head back and came as his thumb tapped your clit, causing your orgasm to swell and explode even harder.
Loki didn’t give you any time to come down from your high. He removed his tongue from you and pressed it to your clit as he sunk two fingers inside of you. He pumped them quickly, curling them against the soft walls of your cunt. You could feel the flat of his hand pounding against your pussy with every rough thrust of his fingers.
“There’s my good girl. Does that feel good, baby? Do you like my fingers inside of your pretty cunt?” Loki asked.
You nodded quickly, orgasm still hazing your mind. “Yes, Master.”
“Tell me what you want, pet,” Loki murmured before slurping on your clit. You moaned loudly, the sounds he was making turning you on even more. He feasted on you as if you were the most delicious meal and he was a starved man. You found yourself riding his fingers just as you did with his tongue. Loki grinned up at you. “I like when you grind against me.”
“Feels so good,” you whimpered.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on my hand,” Loki commanded, thrusting his fingers into you faster. The weight of your own bucking became heavier as you impaled yourself on his hand. Loki’s free hand slapped against your outer thigh. “You never answered me, pet. Tell me what you want.”
“I want your cock inside of me,” you whined. Loki slapped your thigh again and you yelped. “Please, Master! Please give me your cock!”
“Say it, then,” Loki groaned. “Say you love me and I’ll give it to you.”
“I love you, Loki! I love you so fucking much!” Tears pooled in your eyes as you spoke your heart. You weren’t just confessing your love so you could finally feel his hard cock inside of you. You meant it. You meant every word you said. “I love you more than I have ever loved before. Please, Loki, please give me your cock. I love you so much, please.”
“You are so perfect,” Loki whispered as he slipped his fingers from you. His suit disappeared in a glow of green, leaving him naked before you. He pushed you further up the bed and grabbed your thigh with one hand and his cock with the other. He guided himself inside of you and hissed as your warmth wrapped around him.
“Oh, Loki,” you sighed with pleasure. You moved your hands up from your thighs to wrap around the back of Loki’s neck. “You make me feel so good.”
“Mm, your pussy is squeezing the life out of me,” Loki groaned as he bottomed out. He held himself there for a moment and you took that brief second of pause to admire him. His nude body was long, lean, and pale, contrasted by his dark hair. The edges of his face were sharp and smooth, showing off his pure and natural beauty. Loki was gorgeous, so breathtakingly gorgeous, and you loved him. You hoisted yourself up and kissed him.
“I love you,” you whispered as you let yourself fall back down. “Now fuck me like you hate me.”
“Hate you? No, it's actually quite the opposite, my dear,” Loki snickered as he began pounding into you, not giving you a second to consider what he had just admitted. His cock was thrusting against the deepest parts of you, pounding into you so hard that you swore you wouldn’t be able to sit for quite a while.
“Harder!” you shouted, moving your hands from Loki’s neck to his ass. You grabbed his cheeks and pulled him flush against you, his thrusts painful from how hard he was fucking you. Loki’s eyes were wild as he fucked you, malicious and mischievous intent dwindling in his irises. You dug your nails into his cheeks, sending little flares of pain up through his body like you knew he liked.
“You dirty little girl,” Loki growled as he moved one hand from your thigh to your throat. He cupped your neck and leaned down so his lips were pressed to your ear. “You love getting fucked by me, don’t you? Me, the man you love.”
“Yes, oh my gosh, yes. I love you,” you cried out as his hand tightened around your throat. Your eyes fluttered closed but Loki’s other hand smacked your thigh again over the same spot he had hit twice before. Your eyes opened and you looked deep into Loki’s gaze, hissing from the flash of pain.
“Eyes on me,” Loki whispered. “You will look at the god who is fucking you like this.”
“Yes, Master,” you gasped, despite your lack of air. Loki’s hips slammed against you and you whimpered with pleasure. The hand that wasn’t around your neck moved to your cunt and he began swiveling his fingers around your clit. You clenched around him and Loki moaned.
“Oh, fuck pet. I love when you clamp that pretty little cunt around my cock. It feels so fucking good. Your cunt is so hot and tight. Fuck, I’m never going to stop fucking you,” Loki growled. He adjusted his hips so his cock was pressing directly against your g-spot with every single thrust. You swore you could see stars as he fucked you and you wondered if that was just because of his passionate thrusting or because you finally opened yourself completely to him. Whatever it was, you would no longer be able to live without it.
“Loki…” you moaned. “Please…”
“Please what, kitten? What do you want?” Loki asked, squeezing your throat. You pushed yourself into his hand and licked your lips. Loki bent down and kissed you, biting your lower lip and sucking on your tongue. You moaned his name into his mouth as you dug your nails into his skin. He hissed and pulled back, a groan ripping from his strained throat. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to cum!” you cried out, lifting your hips into his thrusts.
“Then say it again, pet. Say it,” Loki challenged, a smirk on his beautiful face.
“I love you, Loki.”
“Again.”
“I love you, Loki!”
“Again! Say it!”
“Loki! Fuck, I love you! I love you so much!”
“Scream it!”
“I love you!” you screamed. “I love you, Loki!”
Loki’s fingers swirled around your clit faster. “Good girl. Cum for me. Cum now!”
“Loki!” you shouted as your orgasm hit you like a pile of thick, heavy bricks. Your cunt tightened around Loki’s cock as you milked him, your high so powerful that your nails had completely latched into Loki’s skin.
“Fuck!” Loki grunted, followed by the sweet moan of your name. He pressed his cock fully inside of you as he came, thick, hot ropes of cum spurting inside of you. And he simply would not stop cumming. His cum leaked from your hole and dripped onto the sheets and you held him the entire time. Your arms moved up to wrap around his neck as his forehead dropped to yours, his breath dancing on your face. You shut your eyes and relished in the afterglow of your coupling. Loki sighed as he moved his hand away from your throat and downwards to cup your breast. “Pet?”
“Yes, Loki?”
“I love you too.”
Your eyes flew open and you gasped. “What?”
Loki smiled down at you and brushed his fingers down your cheek. “I love you.”
“You love me,” you whispered, earning a delicate nod from Loki. “You’re...you’re not just saying that?”
“No, pet. I love you. I love you so much,” Loki said as he flipped you over, his cock sliding out of you. His cum dripped down your thighs but for the first time since meeting Loki, you didn’t care about that sensation. All you could focus on was him telling you that he loved you. Loki sat up and pulled you into his lap. “I’ve been wanting to say it for a while.”
“Then why haven’t you?” you asked.
“Why haven’t you?” he asked you right back.
“I...I didn’t think it was possible for you to love me back,” you admitted. “You’re a god. I’m just me. It didn’t seem realistic to think that you could love me.”
Loki placed two fingers under your chin and turned your face upwards towards him. He leaned down and pecked your lips lightly.
“Well, god or not, I do love you,” Loki said sweetly. His face sobered and he chuckled lightly. “I think I have since I met you. I was drawn to you from the very beginning. Perhaps it was my destiny to become intertwined with you.”
“Oh, Loki,” you cried. You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. His hands rubbed down your back and you buried your face in his neck. You took in his scent - leather, pine, and sex - and basked in the glory of what he had just told you. Loki loved you. He loved you. You had captured his heart. You smiled against his neck and began laughing.
“What’s so funny down there?” Loki teased, pinching your ass. You yelped and sat back up, giggles still falling from your lips. Loki lifted a brow. “What is it?”
“I’m just so happy,” you sighed. “You love me. After everything, you love me and I love you.”
His cock twitched against you.
“I like it when you say that,” he growled playfully.
“What? That I love you, Loki Odinson,” you giggled. His cock bounced once again and you burst into a fit of uncontained laughter.
“Minx,” Loki huffed. “But I love you too.”
You chewed on your lip as you ran your hand down Loki’s naked chest. He intertwined your fingers together and held your hand quietly. His thumb brushed over your knuckles and you blushed.
“So, what now?” you asked softly. “What does this mean for us?”
“It means that you and I are together, as loved ones should be,” Loki explained, lifting your hand up to kiss your fingers. “I am devoted to you, as you are to me. My heart is yours and no one else shall have it.”
“I’d love that,” you whispered, a large smile on your face.
“Darling, I must tell you something,” Loki said, shifting you on his lap so you were directly facing him. “When you told me you loved me, I swear that everything in my life got suddenly clearer. It was as if every wish I ever had came true. But then I realized, the only wish I ever truly had was to be yours completely. I’ve wanted to tell you how I felt for a while now but I stopped myself for I did not want to scare you. I put this deal of submission on you. I persuaded you into this sexual relationship. You told me that everything was so new for you and that even relationships were quite unfamiliar to you. I did not want to frighten you with love too if you were not ready for it. I should have told you sooner and I...I am so sorry for hurting you by appearing as though I wanted other people or paid attention to them more. That is not the case. I want you more than anything and I will do everything in my power to prove that to you.”
“I know you want me. I know that now. I’m sorry for being so cranky about you answering prayers. That’s your job, your responsibility, and I shouldn’t have made you feel guilty for doing your duties. I’m sorry,” you said. “I want you to be a strong, powerful god because that’s what you are. I want to encourage you to be who you are, not tear you away just so you can focus on me. I’m sorry.”
“Fret not, pet. You were speaking from a place of hurt,” Loki cooed as he kissed your head. “I’m not upset with you. I think this lack of confessing our feelings has rather stressed us out.”
“You’ve got that right. I feel like I’ve been biting my tongue forever.” You took a pause and chewed your lip. “But, Loki...who was that woman?”
“She was a follower of mine. She recognized me and she offered to sleep with me.” Loki felt you stiffen in his arms and he kissed your cheek. “I declined and told her I was on my way to be with the woman I loved - you. You’re the only one I want, darling.”
“I love you, Loki. And...” Your eyes fell to his throat and you smirked. You pushed Loki down and straddled his lap. You leaned down and attached your lips to the skin over Loki’s heart. You began sucking on the skin, nibbling it with your teeth as Loki arched into your touch. You could feel his cock growing harder against your ass as you marked him with your mouth. When you were finished, you pulled yourself up and pressed two fingers over the fresh bruise. “You’re mine.”
“Yes I am,” Loki purred. He wrapped his hands around your waist and flipped you over. “Now, allow me to return the favor.”
The rest of your day was spent in bed, his cock inside of you and your arms wrapped around him. Both in the middle of breathless trysts and calm cuddling, promises of affection, devotion, and pure love were whispered. You had no idea how you got here but you would not trade it for anything in the world. You had no doubts anymore about how either of you felt. There was nothing that could tear you from this bubble of love that you were floating in.
Later on, Loki told you how he took care of Michael. He swore that no harm came to him but based on the crooked grin on Loki’s face, you weren’t so sure he was telling the truth. Still, you were rather amused to hear how he went about telling Michael off. You couldn’t imagine Loki being disguised as you, though the idea of it was rather funny. As he told you how Michael was no longer something for you to worry about, you felt a weight of stress fall from your shoulders and onto the floor. Things were finally going to be okay.
At some point, you were drifting in and out of sleep with your head on Loki’s chest. His fingers were running along your spine and he was humming some gentle tune into the air. He had magicked clothing onto both of your bodies. He lifted his head and kissed the top of your head.
“Someone would like to join us,” Loki whispered.
“Hmm?” you sighed, your eyes still closed dreamily. He tapped your skin lightly and you tiredly opened your eyes. Loki waved his hand and the door to your room crept open. And then, Cooper came bumbling into the room. He hopped up onto the bed and looked between you and Loki. He gave Loki a look and Loki nodded. You lifted a brow. “What did he say?”
“He asked if I told you that I loved you,” Loki chuckled. He turned back to you and kissed your forehead. “I did, but not enough. I love you.”
“I love you too.” You smiled. Cooper whimpered and pawed at your arm that was thrown over Loki’s stomach. You reached up and scratched his ear. “I love you too, Coop.”
Cooper seemed satisfied with that answer. He plopped down beside Loki and rested his head on Loki’s chest. You giggled as your dog immediately fell asleep and began snoring. Loki rolled his eyes but scratched Cooper’s head.
“Wretched creature,” he snorted.
“Be nice,” you chastised him, but pressed a kiss to his chest anyway. “I love you, Loki.”
“I love you so much, my sweet, perfect pet.”
You, Cooper, and Loki laid there in a lovely, peaceful silence - aside from Cooper’s snoring, of course. But even his grumbles and snorts could not disturb the paradise that had developed in your bedroom. You held onto Loki, he held onto you, and even when the distant rumble of thunder sounded from the sky, you felt no worries, no anxiety, and no fear inside of you.
You were safe.
Loki was here.
And against all odds, he loved you.
Notes:
THEY DID IT!! It's about damn time, am I right?! And now Michael's gone!
...Or is he?
Hehehehe
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Chapter 21: A Fright, A Fantasy, And A Fearful Finish
Summary:
You still can’t believe what happened last night. It seems so surreal that a god like Loki could ever fall in love with you. You’re starting to believe that maybe it could be possible to be the one he truly loves. But when a fright happens the following morning, all of your confidence fades to dust.
TW: discussions of menstruation cycles and pregnancy. Active breeding kink. Graphic depictions of violence, a lot of blood, threats of kidnapping and murder, very brief mention of violence involving animals
I know that discussions of pregnancy and breeding kink may not be everyone's cup of tea. However, this does make up a large portion of this chapter. To avoid this, please scroll past the first * until you see the second *. To avoid the violence of this chapter, do not read after the second *. A chapter summary will be posted at the end of this chapter for anyone who does not want to read but still wants to know what happened.
Notes:
Happy Friday everybody! Are you ready for a monster chapter today? The past two weeks have only (pfft, ONLY) been around 8,000 words but today's chapter is over 11,000 words - oh boy. Buckle up!!
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
At one point, Loki would have said the best feeling in the world was having sex with you.
At another point, he would have said holding you while you fell asleep under his arm was the best feeling in the world.
But now, he knew there was no better feeling than loving you and being loved by you.
Though, the sex and the cuddling were still absolutely great.
Loki laid there in bed, one arm wrapped around you and the other slung over Cooper’s back - and both of you were snoring like monsters. He was staring at the ceiling, eyes glistening with emotion as he thought over the day. Fucking you in the morning, going to work with you, taking care of good ol’ Michael, fighting with you, and then hearing that declaration of love tumble from your lips like spilled wine.
It made him hard just remembering it. The way you stood there, terror and fury in your eyes as you told him how you really felt - how you loved him. When he had heard you speak those words, Loki swore he saw a million futures run through his mind - one where you left him, where you hated him, where you both continued on with this complex relationship, where you stayed with Michael, where you stayed with him with a detached heart - only to realize those futures were not real. The future that was presented to him was the one he wanted. You loved him.
When Loki had surged his body against yours, pressing his mouth to yours in a violent, passionate manner, it was solely because he could not possibly believe what had happened. And if he had not kissed you, he would have fallen to his knees, sobbing like a broken little boy. Sex seemed to be the more attractive option, so he elected to pick that one.
Confessing his feelings to you felt surreal. Loki knew he could make his admittance, for you had already said the words yourself - several times, though he egged those on, he’ll admit. But now, you both had exchanged them plenty of times and he would never tire of saying them, whispering them, shouting them, moaning them...however you wanted to hear those words, he would say it.
And here in your bed, Loki was at peace. He felt so good, so strong. He held you closer to his body and turned his head so he could inhale the smell of your hair. There were a thousand things he wanted to do. First and foremost, he wanted to fuck you again. His cock was hard as he thought about you saying you loved him. Maybe he should be concerned about how much those three words turned him on but frankly, he didn’t really care. After a brutal and thorough pounding, Loki wanted to take you out, dance with you, bring you to Asgard, introduce you to Thor and Frigga - fuck Odin, he didn’t deserve to meet you. He wanted to make you new jewelry and bring you more art supplies, move you into a mansion. He wanted to pull each star from the sky for you and weave them into a blanket of warmth and dimension.
But for now, he would hold you. He would kiss the top of your head. He would adore you. And as he slipped into a peaceful, restful sleep, he would count all of the ways he could show you how much he loved you.
*
You were pleasantly sore when you woke up in the morning. The dull ache between your thighs and the stiffness of your hips reminded you of the unbelievable night of fucking, holding, and loving you had endured. Loki was always an aggressive lover, but last night seemed to flip a switch in him that left him even more insatiable. You had to stifle a moan as you remembered the hours and hours he had spent working your body to blissful and intense orgasms.
You blinked the morning light out of your eyes, still in awe of how good you felt despite the licks of pain through your body. That positive feeling you realized could be attributed to the fact that for the first time in weeks, you woke up completely and utterly sure of who you were.
You were Loki’s beloved. You were his partner now, his lover. No more did you have to wonder what exactly this was - a fling, a fuck, a frienship. There was no more stress about Loki leaving you or finding a better woman. He had admitted it to you completely. He loved you and there would be no one else he wanted. Maybe a while ago you would have questioned it, but waking up with his arms around you, his breathing in your ear, and the reminder of how much he was attracted to you helped solidify the truth.
Loki loved you. It was as simple as that.
There was no more dreading work. There was no more worrying about Michael. There was no more pinching pennies to save up for rent or groceries. Loki was going to take care of you. You were going to create art. Cooper was not going to starve. You were protected, cared for, and loved. And while under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t want to rely on Loki to provide you with your income, you were aware that these weren’t normal circumstances. He had tied his heart to yours, swore his fidelity, and that declaration of love made you sure that abandonment was not in your cards. Plus, Loki had accepted that you would give back once you were bringing in money.
Everything seemed to be perfect. For the first time in a long time, it was perfect.
At some point in the night, Cooper must have decided he wanted to be alone, because his large, fluffy body was no longer on the bed. You and Loki then rolled onto your sides, your back tucked against Loki’s chest while his arm draped over you protectively. It was this position that stopped you from stretching out - something your increasingly aching body was demanding you do.
You looked over your shoulder and smiled softly at the gentle, peaceful look on Loki’s face as he slept. You knew he said it was now safe to wake him up, but you really did not want a repeat of what happened the first time you woke him up. Instead, you elected to let him sleep a little longer and wake up naturally as the morning progressed.
You kissed his cheek before slowly, carefully sliding out of his grip. His arm tried to lock around you tighter but you managed to wiggle out of his embrace without waking him. You slid out of bed and placed his arm on a pillow, letting him cuddle something. With a sleepy sigh, Loki pulled the pillow closer to his body and nuzzled his nose into it. Your heart fluttered and you bit your lip to repress the large smile that wanted to grow on your tired face.
As you brushed some errant strands of hair away from Loki’s face, you decided that a hot shower would be best for your sore body. You’d clean yourself up quietly and crawl back into bed for a round of riveting morning sex with your new...lover? Boyfriend just didn’t sound right. Lover, that worked.
The walk to your bathroom was less of a walk and more of a lazy waltz. You felt divine, beautiful, free. You shut the door nearly silently behind you and pushed off of it with a happy sigh. Before your shower, you went to relieve yourself, not wanting a single interruption once you walked back into the bedroom. But before you took to the toilet, you noticed that your toilet paper roll was empty. Shrugging, you opened the cabinet beneath the sink to retrieve a new roll, only to have your hand freeze when your eyes locked on a bag of pads.
You stared at the white and black bag filled with wrapped pads with a startled awareness. You had not gotten your period yet and it was due to come last week. Yet, between the stress, your vacation, and the lovely time with Loki, it was something you had completely forgotten about.
Falling back from your squat onto your ass, you stared at the bag under your counter with fear. Your body functioned like clockwork. You could predict the exact date your period would come, right down to the hour, sometimes even the minute. You could tell from the incoming cramps, the soreness in your knees, and the little headache that you used to mistake as sinus pressure when you were younger. But as you sat there, you realized you had experienced none of that.
Your hands shifted to rest over your stomach, shaky fingers brushing your nude stomach. Trembling, you grabbed a robe from the laundry basket, feeling as though the purple terry cloth could protect you from the weight of your realizations. You shrugged the robe on, never taking your eyes off of the pads.
You had been having sex with Loki for three weeks. Several times a day, he came inside of you. You never used any sort of protection - no condoms, no injections, no pills. Tears began budding in your eyes as you addressed your carelessness. You had no idea how pregnancy with a god worked, but you were sure that his potency would be exceptionally higher than that of a regular mortal man.
Could you...could you be pregnant? Was it even possible for Loki, an Asgardian, Vanir, Jotun god, to get you, a mere Earthly mortal, pregnant?
The thought made you sick. If you were pregnant, Loki could leave you. You were certain he would not want a child with a woman he only recently met.
This was it. This was the shoe dropping after everything good that had happened. This was where Loki finally realized the shit storm he got involved with and understood that you were not worth it. If that was the case, you’d be left behind jobless, loveless, and saddled with a baby that you had no idea how to care for.
The onslaught of terror running through you caused an uncontrollable sob to escape you. You tried to hold it in, tried to stay quiet, but even your deepest will couldn’t stop the tears. You pressed your palm to your mouth and shut your eyes, crying into your hand and letting the tears fall down your cheeks. You held yourself tighter as you rocked back and forth on the bathroom floor.
Then, there was a knock at the door.
“Love? Are you in there?” Loki asked through the door. You sat there completely still as you listened to his soft breathing outside of the door. His knuckles tapped against the door again. “Darling? Are you okay?”
You hastily scrubbed the tears from your face and cleared your throat. “I-I’m fine.”
There was a pause and then, the door was swinging open. Loki was standing in the doorway, naked aside from a pair of black pants hanging low on his hips, revealing the deep V chiseled into his waist. When he saw you, Loki immediately sunk to the ground and cupped your face in his hands.
“You’re crying. Why are you crying?” Loki asked, rubbing his thumbs over your face.
“Why did you come in here?” you sighed, ignoring his question. “I told you I was fine.”
“Your voice cracked when you first spoke. It always cracks when you cry,” Loki whispered. You stared at him with parted lips, in awe of how he had always paid attention to you. You felt dumb for a brief second and you questioned how you had not seen his love before. “My sweet pet, what has made you so upset? You can tell me anything.”
You bit your lip and looked away from his gaze. He said you could tell him anything, but could you tell him this? Could you tell him that you think you might be pregnant with his child? If there was a time to tell him, it was now. It was before you were too deeply invested - well, you already were too deeply invested. You loved him. But at least you couldn’t fall any harder if you were to tell him the truth now. It pained you to think about this being your last few moments with Loki but you had to do it. You looked back at Loki and observed his features for a long, sullen silence. His green eyes shimmered with concern and his jaw was locked tightly, lips parted as he awaited your answer. You reached your hand up and ran your fingers along his cheekbone.
“You’re so beautiful,” you said softly.
“Thank you,” Loki said, capturing your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Not that I don’t love being complimented but, pet, please tell me what’s wrong.”
You sighed and dropped your gaze to your lap. “I don’t want you to be upset.”
“Upset? Why would I be upset?” Loki asked, leaning closer to you.
“Because it’s bad,” you said, choking on your words. Loki kissed your hand again, his lips pressing all over your skin as he hushed you. “I don’t want you to get angry.”
“I have no reason to be angry. The woman I love told me that she loved me yesterday. Nothing could possibly ruin my mood. Everything is wonderful and -”
“Loki, I think I’m pregnant.”
Loki paused, his lips frozen from his halted speech. He blinked a few times before his lips curled up into a grin and he began snickering.
“Alright, no.”
“I’m serious, Loki!” you gasped, tugging your hand away from him. Loki continued to chuckle and you crossed your arms over your chest defensively. “What’s so fucking funny?”
“What’s so fucking funny is that it’s not possible for you to be pregnant, dear,” Loki chuckled, plopping down backwards and resting his arm on his arched knee. You blinked in confusion and ran your hands over your stomach, shaking your head. Loki followed the movement on your hands with his eyes.
“We’ve been having sex for three weeks, completely unprotected. I’m a week late with my period without any sign of getting it any time soon. Don’t you think that after, what, a hundred times of you cumming inside of me that it’s not at least a little likely that I could be pregnant?” you challenged.
Loki shrugged. “No.”
“And why do you say that?” you asked, dropping your head a little with an incredulous look on your face. Loki sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He looked to be choosing his words carefully before actually speaking.
“Ah, now it’s your turn not to be upset at me,” Loki said sheepishly as he traced the palms of his hands over his pants.
You raised a curious brow. “What did you do?”
“Let me preface by saying I didn’t really expect for us to get to where we are now,” Loki began, holding his hands out as if to placate you. “On the first night I came to you, I really thought I’d fuck you and, well, that would be it. In order to prevent the off-chance of you getting pregnant, I placed a spell on you that would halt the conception functions within your body, hence your period stopping. After that night, I let them go back to normal but when I came back, I placed the spell on you again.”
“How is that even possible?” you questioned.
“Remember when I said as the God of Sex and Mischief, I am also the guardian of certain branches that fall underneath that?” You nodded in confirmation. “As the God of Sex, one of the branches I maintain is fertility. Though my mother is more in charge of it, I can control whether or not someone can get pregnant. That is how I was able to take away the chance of pregnancy when we were intimate.”
“And you never told me?” you asked with a frown. Loki nodded, his cheeks red with slight embarrassment. “Why not?”
“Honestly, I do not know,” Loki sighed. “I apologize.”
“It’s okay, Loki. You just need to understand that my life is much easier when you just tell me about the spells you use on me,” you laughed lightly, crawling over to Loki to climb into his lap. His hands settled on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Just keep me in the loop, alright?”
“I will, darling. I promise,” Loki assured you. “While we’re on the topic of using spells, I may or may not have used a silencing spell to get you to stop snoring in the middle of the night a few times.”
“What? I don’t snore,” you scoffed.
“You sound like a fucking banshee, darling.”
“Loki!”
“It’s true! I don’t do it anymore because I’ve discovered it’s rather endearing but pet, you really do sound horrid,” Loki exclaimed, hugging you closer to his body. You giggled against him, a weight sliding off of your shoulders. You traced your fingers over his skin before meeting his eyes once more.
“So, just to clarify, there is absolutely no chance that I’m pregnant?”
Loki laughed. “None. Now come here and kiss me.”
As you kissed Loki, your mind began to wander to places a bit more devious now that your worry had gone away. Despite not being at all ready for a child, you wondered what Loki would be like as a father. Certainly overprotective, definitely caring, and probably one to spoil his child. His hands cupped your ass and an image flashed through your mind - Loki holding a tiny baby against his bare chest, supporting the child with his large hands. Your cunt clenched and you couldn’t believe your mind. You were getting turned on by the thought of Loki being a father.
Not only that, you were starting to get wet thinking about Loki being the father of your child.
You could picture it, your belly full and round as Loki rubbed his hands along your swollen stomach. His large body would protect you from any onlookers. He would soothe your sore breasts and ease the ache with his mouth between your thighs. And if he was possessive now, you could only imagine how he would act when you were pregnant.
You whined against Loki’s lips as your hands tightened their grip in his hair. Loki groaned and rolled you onto the cool tile floor, and with quick movement of his hands, his pants were below his waist and your robe was open. He fucked you right there on the floor, and it took everything in your power not to speak of your hidden desires.
For the next few hours, you wandered around the house in a daze of love and lust. Loki cooked breakfast, cleaned, and held you, all filling you with warming thoughts of Loki as the perfect father-figure for a future baby. You discovered that even though you weren’t mentally, emotionally, or even physically ready to have a child, the idea of having one with Loki one day wasn’t so scary. You knew he’d be a good lover, and based on his behavior, he’d also be a good father. It was these thoughts that kept your mind skipping off to distant futures that could possibly be yours.
“What’s on your mind, kitten?”
You looked up at Loki from where you were seated on the bed. He was standing by your bookshelf, fingers tracing the spines of the many books and records and loose-leaf papers you had shoved into the shelves.
“Nothing,” you said with a shrug. Loki lifted an eyebrow as he placed down a record. He leaned against the wall and eyed you up and down. You were wearing his shirt and a pair of panties, back in your vacation attire as Loki dubbed it.
“You’ve been acting...off ever since this morning in the bathroom. It’s like you’re not here with me,” Loki murmured. He winked and gestured to his cock. “But I’m sure I could bring you back to reality.”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re always so horny.”
“God of Sex, my beloved,” Loki laughed. Once his chuckles died down, Loki gave you another curious look. “But really, dearest, what is it?”
Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about how I really want to have your baby one day and I keep picturing you as a father and honestly, if you got me pregnant one day I really wouldn’t care. I’d actually be happy.
You winced at the intensity of your thoughts. “I’m just thinking about earlier.”
“Are you still concerned?” Loki asked, his expression softening. You shook your head and tried to figure out how exactly you could approach this. Realistically, you could just pretend you weren’t getting so turned on by the thought of Loki...breeding you. That’s what this was. You didn’t want a kid - no, not yet. But the thought of making one with Loki had arousal streaking through you. Loki took a step closer to the bed and sharpened his gaze. “Then what is it?”
You stayed quiet and looked down at your hands. You wrung them together as you bit the inside of your cheek.
“Would you...would you want to have kids one day?” you asked, still looking down. “I mean, did you ever want to be a father?”
“I do,” Loki said, sliding onto the edge of the bed. You looked up at him when he placed a strong hand on your thigh. “One day, I do. And do you want a child?”
“Yes.” Yours. “I do.”
“Then may I ask why you were so scared this morning?” Loki murmured, brushing his thumb over the inside of your thigh. You trembled at his touch but the sincerity and curiosity in his eyes had you melting like warm butter.
“I just don’t think I’m actually ready for it right now. But one day, yeah, I really want kids,” you explained.
“You really want kids,” Loki repeated back. “With me?”
The question startled you. You gasped a little and tried to hide the fluster on your face. “Loki, we just got together -”
“Darling, you and I have been fucking for weeks, are quite frankly in love, and have been playing house ever since I arrived. Now answer the question,” Loki instructed with a snort.
“Loki…”
“I want children with you,” Loki said honestly. “You’re right, I am not ready for it either. But as a God of Fertility, it is so arousing to think about the woman I love growing round with my child. Having a baby at your breast, cradled in your loving, motherly arms. I’d take care of you, pet. You’d glow...fuck…” Loki looked away and you noticed that his pants were tented. Clearly, Loki was just as aroused at the thought as you were. He cleared his throat and let out a weary laugh. “I know it seems too soon to know about the kind of future I want but darling, you are the only woman I have ever loved. I have never felt this way about anyone else. I’m not saying we need to get married right now or have a whole litter of children. I’m a young god, still figuring everything out, and I am not ready for either of those things. But one day, when I look into the future, it’s you who I want to do those things with. I know it’s fast, but...but it’s not. No, it’s not fast, not for me. Because when a god falls in love, it is not just love they feel. It is devotion. When I, Loki of Asgard, fell in love, I did not do so lightly. There are no hesitations, no doubts, no second-guesses. You are what I want for the rest of my days. You are the one I want to protect, cherish, and dedicate every one of my breaths to. You humans view love as insignificant. That is not the case on Asgard, it is not the case with me.”
Tears were welling in your eyes at his beautiful speech. You could see his passion, literally feel the intensity in his words. You held no doubts about Loki’s feelings for you. He said it truthfully - you were what he wanted. You wanted to give yourself to him in every way, mind, body and soul. You wanted to reveal the deepest, most insecure, most sensitive parts of yourself to the man that was before you. You licked your lips and smiled softly.
“That...Loki, that was so beautiful,” you said, trying extremely hard not to choke on your emotions.
“Is it so wrong, pet? Is it so wrong to actually know what I want for the first time in my thousand years?” Loki asked and you could taste the slightest insecurity in his tone.
“It’s not wrong,” you said, shaking your head. “Because I want that too.”
“You do?” Loki asked, raising that one, tricky eyebrow.
“Yes,” you answered. “I love you, Loki. I think I’ve known that I’ve wanted those things for a while. Having you around here all the time, playing house as you called it, it made me see the future we could have together. It’s...it’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you.”
“Oh, pet,” Loki purred. He stretched himself over you, pushing you back onto the bed. “I love you so much. Hearing you say that...it undoes me.”
His lips were on yours and you moaned into his mouth. His dangerous hands wandered along your body, drinking you in through his touch. You arched up against him, wanting to feel the heat of his naked chest press against you. Your legs spread and hooked around his waist, tugging him down with your ankles so his clothed, hard cock brushed against your wet center. Scratching your nails down Loki’s biceps, you whimpered.
“Loki…” you moaned. “I...I want…”
“What do you want, pet?” Loki murmured, breaking his lips away from yours to kiss along your jaw. “Tell your Master.”
“I want you to breed me,” you whispered. Loki’s lips paused against you but his cock was all but still. It twitched rapidly and you felt precum leak through his pants and onto your leg. Loki looked up and his pupils were blown wide with desire.
“You cannot say that to a fertility god and not expect to get thoroughly fucked,” Loki growled.
“That’s what I want though,” you said, running the tips of your fingers down his chest. “I don’t...I don’t want you to actually get me pregnant. I really am not ready for that. But...can we just...I don’t know...pretend?”
“Oh, pretend we will, darling,” Loki snickered. He hoisted you up to sit in his lap and his hands explored the skin under your shirt. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”
“I really don’t but I trust you,” you affirmed. Loki’s eyes softened and he pressed a kiss directly over the gem of your pendant.
“Thank you,” Loki whispered. He looked up at you through his dark lashes and smiled. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” you giggled, running your fingers through his hair. Loki’s eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into your touch, soft sighs of pleasure escaping his parted lips. You bent your head down and kissed him, letting him groan into your mouth as you scratched his scalp. When you came up for air, Loki’s eyes opened slowly.
“I want to play with you today, pet,” Loki admitted. “I want to breed you as a god would. As I would.”
“Let’s do it,” you said, smiling so wide that your cheeks physically hurt.
“Such a good girl,” Loki purred. “But before we start, we must redecorate.”
Loki hoisted you up as he stood and planted his feet on the ground. He placed you down beside him, but you kept your arms wrapped around his waist. Loki smirked at the feeling of your hands on his skin and you quietly explored his taut abdomen. Lifting his hands, Loki emitted a green smoke through the room. You watched in awe as the furniture, decorations, and collection of unorganized crap melted away. In its place, heavy drapes, dark walls, and a large bed covered in dark green sheets rose from the mist. When the smoke faded away, you were presented with what looked to be a bedroom that certainly was not yours.
“Welcome to my room, pet,” Loki whispered in your ear. You shivered at the depth and richness of his voice as you turned to look up at him. He was grinning, his eyes alight with lust. “It’s not the real thing but it’s close enough to serve our purpose. And now, for a shift in our attire.”
Loki took a step back from you and his body shimmered with a wave of green glimmer. You watched as complex fabrics and leathers warped around him and settled onto his skin. The clink of heavy metal armor filled your ears and with a bright glow, Loki seemed to grow at least a foot taller. When the glowing dispersed, you let out a hearty gasp. Loki had not gotten taller, but he had magicked on his glorious, gold helmet. He was dressed in his finest armor and your knees buckled, suddenly feeling the overwhelming urge to kneel before him. You bowed your head, not feeling exactly worthy to look at this beautifully dangerous warrior god.
“Oh, little one, do not fear me,” Loki murmured as he stepped closer to you. You positioned yourself demurely, still not fully looking at Loki. For some reason, when he was dressed in his armor and that glorious helmet, you felt small, nearly insignificant. You watched his dark, heavy boots come into your eyesight. A finger settled under your chin and you tilted your head upwards to stare into Loki’s eyes. He flashed you a smile as his thumb stroked your chin lovingly. “I am your god and you will worship me.”
As you looked into his emerald irises, you were floored with the realization that although, yes, Loki was an all-powerful god, he was still yours. He loved you, helmet or no helmet, royalty or not. He was still the man who made love to you, kissed you, and made you feel undeniably beautiful. Your heart hammered in your chest as the feeling of self-doubt melted away and a smile dawned on your face. You wanted to please him, to remind him that even though you two lived different lives, you were still the one he claimed to love. You held your head higher and nodded.
“Yes...Your Highness,” you said softly. With that, you sunk down onto your knees and bowed yourself to the floor. Your lips found the top of Loki’s boot and you pressed a delicate kiss to the black material. When you peeled yourself upwards, you noticed Loki’s hard cock tenting the many layers of leather he wore. “My body is yours to command.”
“Yes, yes it is,” Loki growled, his pupils blown wide and dark. “Stand. Now.”
You quickly stood and folded your hands behind your back. Loki circled around you, scratching his chin as he observed your body. You felt rather scantily clad compared to him but it also sent a wave of warmth to your cunt. Loki hummed and stepped behind you, his chest pressed to your back.
“What a beautiful woman you are. The perfect vessel to carry my heir,” Loki whispered, bending down to kiss your neck. You moaned and rolled your head back, shutting your eyes as his hands ran up and down your body. Beneath his fingers, you could feel a cool sensation wash over you. Loki continued kissing your neck through it and only pulled back when he was done. You swallowed and rolled your head forward and preened at the familiar feeling of your collar around your neck.
Loki ran his fingers down your arm and snapped with his free hand. In front of you appeared a tall mirror lined with gold trim. You gasped as you caught sight of yourself. You were wearing a thin white slip that was completely sheer. It went down just enough to cover your ass. Your hard nipples poked through the soft material, showing just how turned on you were. Your skin was speckled with gold dust, causing your body to shimmer as you moved. Loki leaned in and wrapped his hands around your wrists and ran them upwards. In the wake of his hands, wrist guards made of pure gold shielded your skin. On the guards were Loki’s insignia. From there, Loki tapped your collar and instead of the thin, golden chain, your collar grew into a thicker, gold plate that constricted your throat even more, the green gem dangling from the center in its typical tear-drop shape. Loki hummed in approval and nodded.
“You are so perfect,” Loki said huskily in your ear. “The perfect little whore for me to breed.”
“Thank you, Your Highness.” You looked at Loki in the mirror and bit your lip. “Master...Your Highness...Loki, my almighty god...my love...I’m yours. I’m whatever you want me to be, whoever you want me to be. I love you. I trust you. And I want you.”
“Oh, pet,” Loki sighed, a wide grin on his gorgeous face. “I am all of those things and I will prove it to you.”
Loki’s hands reached up and he began groping your breasts through your dress - if you could even call it that. You moaned as you watched Loki touch you courtesy of the mirror. Your legs spread on their own accord. Loki preened and smirked, one hand leaving your breasts to cup your mound. When he found you already extremely wet, Loki skipped all pretense of teasing and slid two fingers inside of you.
“Loki! Oh my gosh,” you gasped, widening your stance to allow Loki to finger you deeper. His fingers pumped inside of you as his other hand pinched your nipple. You rocked down on his hand and reached behind you to grab at whatever you could reach. “Feels so good.”
“That’s my good little slut. You’re already so wet for your Master. Are you thinking about how I’m going to fuck you and fill you with my cum over and over again until my seed takes root? Are you thinking about how I’m never going to let you out of this room until you fall pregnant with my child? Such a good little slut, so hungry for her god’s cock,” Loki growled, grinding his hard cock against your backside as he fucked his fingers faster into you. “Look at how hard you’ve made me. The thought of breeding you...fuck, it fuels me. It truly makes me weak. How badly I want it to be true...I want to breed you, pet. I want to fill you with child after child after child. I’d never let you go. You’re mine.”
“Oh fuck!” you whined as his fingers curled within you. You had no idea that Loki would get so riled up from this. But when he reminded you that he was God of Fertility - in a way, at least - it made sense. This was his domain. This was what he controlled. You were mixing so much of what he looked over together - trust, sex, fertility. It caused you to shiver, for you were sure that his hands were more dexterous, the thrusting of his cock against your ass was harder, and his body was alight with even more magic.
“Do you want to know what would happen if I were to breed your little body on Asgard?” Loki asked. You weakly nodded as you rocked down on his insistent fingers. “You would be taken to my chambers and bathed by your personal handmaids. They’d coat you in alluring perfume, really whatever scent I preferred. You are being given over to me, after all. Then they would dress you in an enticing outfit, much like this sheer little dress. Though, perhaps they’d add a nice green robe just to tease me. They would then set you on the bed to present yourself to me as they took their leave. And when I entered the room, you would already be wet and wanting me to take you. Your body would accept me, ready to bear my heir.
“But you know the funny thing, pet? They wouldn’t include these.” Loki moved his hand from your breast to brush over your collar and bracers. “They might put some dainty little bracelets or rings on you. But that is what they would do for demure little brides, innocent virgins, sweet girls. You’re none of that. No, not anymore. Instead, you’re my own personal little slut. My pleasure slave. I own you, little one. I control your body. This collar, these bracers - they show everyone that you belong to me. You’re mine to fuck, claim, and of course, tie to my bed and breed.”
“Loki! Oh, Your Highness, Master...oh, please,” you cried out, your juices literally dripping down your thighs. You were so aroused that you felt nearly dizzy. You weren’t even looking in the mirror anymore. Your eyes were screwed shut with pleasure. In the back of your mind, you noticed how empty you felt. Though Loki’s fingers were still pounding into your cunt and filling the room with sounds of your wetness, your womb felt utterly devoid of all sensation. You wanted him to fill you up, cum inside of you until it was impossible to fit any more of him in you. You grabbed Loki’s hair from under his helmet and whimpered. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh, please Master, breed me. Breed me, Your Highness. I want to please you!”
“I know you do. And you will,” Loki whispered in your ear before biting your earlobe. Loki slipped his fingers from you and you felt a startled gasp bubble from your throat. His body left yours and when you turned around, you felt your heart jump in your chest. Loki had created a throne and he was sitting in it, legs spread, and cock out. He raised a brow as he ran his hand over his cock. His power, his dominance, it sent you straight to your knees.
“Your Highness, I worship you,” you whispered. Loki toed his boot outwards and lifted it up, and you proceeded to press a long kiss to it, your eyes locked with his. Loki stroked his cock faster as you lifted yourself upwards and crawled towards him. You blinked innocently as you licked your lips. “May I suck your cock, Sire?”
“Fuck...you better. Get to work, you little cumslut,” Loki growled. You straightened your back into a proper kneeling position before leaning forward and running the flat of your tongue up the underside of Loki’s cock. He cursed and tossed his head back, his hand immediately reaching for your head. He forced you down onto his cock as he moaned out your name. Meanwhile, you choked around him, your cheeks burning with an intense blush as Loki gripped the back of your throat. He rolled his head forward and grinned wickedly. “This is where you belong, pet. With my cock shoved down your throat, on your knees before me, it is the perfect position for the perfect slut. Tell me, kitten, does it feel good having my cock in your mouth?”
You moaned around him, nodding as best you could. The moaning sent a flourish of pleasure through Loki and he bucked into your mouth. You were startled at his lack of control, but you knew that if you uttered your safe word, he would halt in an instant. It comforted you and only fueled the flare of desire you had for him.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, pet. I’m going to get myself nice and ready to fuck your delicious cunt. No hands,” Loki groaned before slipping his cock out until only the tip remained in your mouth. You politely crossed your arms behind your back, pushing your barely covered breasts outward. His eyes softened and he reached down to stroke your cheek. “I love you, my very good girl.”
You elected not to respond verbally. Instead, you slid yourself down on Loki’s cock, running your tongue along him. You bobbed your head sensually, winking up at the god above you. You knew that he knew what you were trying to tell him - I love you too...but don’t be gentle.
Loki collected your head in his hands once again and began fucking your mouth. Curses, aches, and groans fell from his lips in a sexual symphony. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Between your whorish outfit and his warrior armor, you truly felt like his personal pleasure slave. The realization had your pussy fluttering, clenching around nothing, which you only hoped could become his cock.
“Such a fucking perfect mouth,” Loki hissed through his teeth as he thrusted himself between your lips. He was in awe of how you looked on your knees for him. Tears were welling in your eyes and the flush of your cheeks made you look even more alluring. His cock slid in and out of your mouth as if it belonged there and you were sucking him perfectly. Loki was almost sure he wasn’t even going to last.
But still, he held onto you tighter, pushed you down harder, and fucked your throat faster. You were positive that you wouldn’t have a voice after this but that didn’t matter. You were pleasuring Loki and that was all you cared about. Your hands were itching to touch him, wanting to feel the heat of his skin on yours. You wrung your hands together behind you and whimpered as you spread your legs wider.
“What is it, pet? Are you desperate to get fucked?” Loki asked, earning an eager nod from you. Loki inhaled and laughed, tossing his head back. “Oh yes, I can smell it. You’re so fucking wet for me. You’re so excited by this, huh?” Loki rolled his head forward again, the light glinting off of the horns on his head. “What do you want, hm? Do you want my cock fucking your slutty pussy? Do you want me to cum inside of you until you’re so full that it’s dripping out of you?”
Again, you nodded. Tears were falling from your eyes as his cock jabbed the back of your throat. You choked and sputtered but Loki did not relent. He gritted his teeth and stared down at you with a fire in his eyes. Finally, he tugged his cock from your mouth and grabbed you by your collar. He pulled you up and slammed his lips to yours, tasting himself on your tongue. His kiss was almost violent with passion and you clawed at his chest, wanting him as close as possible.
“My dirty fucking slut,” Loki hissed as he pulled away. “It’s time to get bred by your god.”
“Please, Master,” you whimpered as Loki dragged you over to the large bed. He tossed you onto it, placing you in the center. He waved his hand over you and your arms shot above your head, chains connecting from your bracers to the large posts at the front of the bed. Your eyes widened and you began panting. Loki’s eyes scanned your body and you pushed your breasts forward. “Please, Your Highness...breed me…”
“I do love it when you beg like a common whore,” Loki snickered. He gripped your hips and pulled you upwards and with one swift movement, his cock was inside of you. You moaned as Loki settled as deeply as he could. He groaned and stared at his cock snug inside of you. “But that is what you are, right? You’re my little fucktoy, my plaything, my cockslut. If I snap my fingers, you’d come running for my cock. I own you.”
“You own me, I’m yours,” you agreed. You wiggled around and cried out. “Sire, please! Please fuck me!”
The usual talkative and vocal God of Sex was left speechless as your cunt clenched him when you arched against him. Instead of speaking, Loki did what you asked - he fucked you. He pounded his cock into you as he stared down at your body. He felt so good inside of you and you felt so full. This was what you wanted. You wanted to be claimed and torn apart, then put back together again. Loki’s hands were gripping you tightly and you were sure he was going to leave bruises.
As Loki fucked you, the fertility god within him was roaring with life. He had never felt so powerful before as he fucked you to breed you. Granted, he knew it wasn’t real. He would never take advantage of you in that way. But just the simple thought of it - the thought of you growing round with his child - was turning him on beyond belief. You were discovering things about him that he had no idea existed - his submissiveness, his love for pain, and now his desire to hold you down and breed you. He was entirely in awe of how lucky he was to have found the most perfect partner in all the Nine Realms.
But he wanted more.
Loki’s hands moved up from your hips to the top of your slip. You watched as an idea lit up on his face and with a tear, Loki ripped your slip from your body. Your breasts now bounced in full view as he thrusted into you. Loki groped them vigorously as he thrusted harder into you. Hints of pain mixed with pleasure at the intensity of his thrusts and you writhed around.
“There you are, my beautiful plaything. You look so good getting fucked by your Master’s cock. All spread out before me like a virgin sacrifice, womb ready to grow with my heir,” Loki grunted, his cock spasming inside of you. You felt him pulse and tick, causing whimpers to fall from your lips. Loki slammed into your harder, his pace never relenting. “Oh, fuck, I can feel you clamping down around me. You want my cum so badly. Fuck! Squeeze just like that, little one. Oh, you feel so fucking good.”
“Loki, Loki, Loki...oh yes, Master...Your Highness please cum inside of me,” you cried out, pulling at your restraints. Based on the look in Loki’s eyes, you knew that you wouldn’t be getting away this time. Loki spread your legs wider and leaned over you so his face hovered above yours. His breath reflected off of your face and you tasted the desire in his exhales. You arched your back on a particularly hard thrust and Loki dipped down to suck on your nipple. “Cum in me, please.”
“I will, pet, I will,” Loki groaned, lifting his lips from your nipple to your neck. “I’m close, fuck. I need to...need to breed you...need to fill you up.”
“Do it, Master. I’m yours. Take me. Fill me up. Give me every drop of your cum,” you sobbed, hooking your ankles around his ass and pulling him in closer. Loki cursed into your neck as he sucked a bruise into your skin, his tongue licking over your sensitive skin. His cock was jabbing against your g-spot and you felt your orgasm building up smoothly. “Your Highness, please! I need to cum!”
“You will cum upon my cock. You will do it and then I will fill you with my heir,” Loki hissed. His hand moved down to toy with your clit and when he pressed two fingers against your clit harshly, you came with a shout.
“Loki! Loki, thank you! Oh, breed me, Sire, please!” you screamed, thankful for the bubble of silence Loki always wrapped your apartment in when you got intimate. Loki growled and straightened his back. He gripped your hips once again and pounded into you. Your cunt was spasming around him and with one final thrust, Loki spilled into you.
“Yes! Oh, fuck,” Loki moaned, followed by the sweet sound of your name. His cum shot into you and it was easily one of the most powerful orgasms Loki ever had. He thrusted into you ensuring every drop of his cum spilled inside of you. Loki looked down and watched as his cock twitched and pulse, his cum spurting inside of you in thick, heated ropes. He groaned at the sight, getting even more aroused by his cock pumping into you that he shot out even more cum. “Take it all, pet. Take everything I give you.”
“Yes, Master,” you whispered, his warmth flooding your body. You shivered with pleasure as you tugged Loki in closer, his leathers pressed against your body. You stared up at the reflection of yourself in his horns and whimpered. The sound sent more pleasure down Loki’s spine and he spilled more and more cum inside of you.
You didn’t know how long he had been cumming but it was easily at least five minutes. When he finally stopped, you felt yourself longing for the feeling of his cum leaking into you again. You rocked yourself downwards onto his cock but Loki grunted and held you down.
“Relax, pet. Do not overwhelm yourself,” Loki whispered. He kept his cock wedged inside of you, surely as a plug for his cum, as he waved his hands around. His armor melted away and he was left nude. The room transformed back into yours, the forgotten throne and mirror disappearing as if they never existed in the first place. Your shackles and bracers disappeared, and your necklace returned back to the style of the pendant.
For the next few moments, Loki took care of you. He rubbed your wrists, gave you water, and whispered sweet nothings in your ear. As he delivered his aftercare, you felt the sensitivity of the situation settling into your body. You found yourself clinging to Loki as he rocked you back and forth, kissing your face and your hair.
“I love you, my sweet. I love you so much,” he murmured into your hair, and when he finally pulled out, you could feel the evidence of his love leaking out of your pussy. You were fuzzy, and you couldn’t respond, so you simply kissed his chest and cuddled closer to him. But for Loki, that was enough.
*
It took longer than you thought it would to come out of the post-fuck haze that Loki had put you into. He coddled you the entire time and when the coherence finally entered your gaze again, you made sure to return every sweet sentiment that Loki had given you. Your words caused Loki to blush and flounder like a fool, and you were humbled that you were able to bring such a powerful being into such a state of surrender.
After your coupling, Loki ensured that the protective spell he resurrected on your body so long ago was still intact. He panicked for just a moment that in his passion, he got carried away by carnal lust and destroyed it. He had not, of course, but precautions were always in order.
Hours later - belly full with dinner and body wrapped in extra layers of comfortable clothing - you were curled up on the couch with Loki. His arm was wrapped around you and he was dozing in and out of sleep. He predicted this would happen, considering how much of a power trip he had gotten from the sex. He claimed it was almost like an overdose of power, though he would be completely fine with some rest. You ran your fingers through his hair and pressed soft kisses to his head, relishing in the love that lived in your heart.
A soft rapt at the door tore your attention away from the man nearly draped in your lap. You wanted to ignore it, but when the knocking turned to the jiggling of the doorknob, you began to grow nervous. You chewed your lip as Cooper lifted his head. His nose raised into the air and he sniffed. A growl erupted from his mouth and you knew something was wrong. Loki roused against you and shook his head.
“Hey, it’s okay. Go back to sleep,” you whispered, trying to conceal the anxiety in your tone. You got up before Loki could protest. You whistled for Cooper to follow you as you walked to the door. The doorknob was jiggling viciously and Cooper began barking loudly, his head tossed back and forth from the intensity of his vocals. You crept towards the door and with a deep breath, you opened it. You froze in the doorway with your hand stuck to the doorknob. “Michael?”
“Bookworm,” Michael said, pushing his way into your apartment. His skin looked pale and his eyes were wide and bloodshot. He slammed the door behind you and took you by your hips, pushing you into the wall. Cooper barked and growled, creeping towards Michael. Michael turned and glared at the dog. “Not now, dog.”
“What the fuck are you doing here?” you yelled.
“I’m here to win you back. I had a chat with your man. He thinks you want him. I know that’s not true, bookworm. I know I’m the one you really want,” Michael explained, his mouth widened into a crazed smile.
Cooper continued to bark and Michael growled. He turned to Cooper, pulled a ball from his pocket, and threw it at him. It rolled into the living room and Cooper chased it, or so it seemed. Your eyes watered as Michael pressed his body to you. You could hear Cooper barking in the other room and it only caused your heart rate to increase. “Michael...what...what are you…”
“Shh…” Michael cooed, moving his hands from your hips to your face. He stroked your cheeks, wiping the tears from your face. “Your boyfriend tried to threaten me yesterday. He told me to stay away from you but baby, I couldn’t. I know you want me. I know you need me.”
“I don’t want you,” you cried out. “This is ridiculous! I barely even know you!”
Michael’s face went from hollow to angry rapidly. He grabbed your face and slammed your head back against the wall.
“Fine, you little bitch. I’ll make you want me then.” Michael went to grab your hair when a knife was pressed to his throat.
“I thought I told you to stay away.”
You sobbed in relief as Loki pulled Michael off of you. Cooper stood in tow, his teeth bared. It clicked then that Cooper didn’t chase the ball, he went to wake Loki up for you. You slumped down against the floor and Cooper ran over to you, blocking your body protectively. Michael fought against Loki’s grip but Loki held him tightly.
“Fuck you! She’s mine!” Michael screamed. Loki rolled his eyes and dug the knife into his throat. Blood trickled from the slight cut Loki left and you winced at the sight.
“You are a fucking fool,” Loki growled. “I told you to stay away. I told you what would happen to your family if you were to come back.”
“Family?” you asked.
Loki snorted and looked at you over Michael’s shoulder. “He has a fucking family. Wife and kids. And he’s still doing this to you!”
You sat there shaking, but as Loki explained the story to you, he seemed to miss the movement Michael was making. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. He went to thrust it back into Loki’s thigh but Cooper shot forward and bit his wrist. Michael shouted in pain as Loki let him fall to the floor. Cooper continued to bite Michael’s arm, his sharp fangs piercing his skin. Loki walked over and placed his boot on Michael’s chest, a snarl escaping his lips.
“Why are you here?” he asked. Michael continued to wail in pain but Loki lifted his foot and stomped on him again. “Answer me!”
“I...I was here to get her back!” Michael shouted. “You don’t deserve her!”
“Oh, I don’t deserve her? You don’t even know who I am,” Loki laughed. With that, green swirled around his body and his armor from earlier covered his body. Instead of it being sexy and attractive this time, it was terrifying. Fear jolted through your body as Loki loomed over Michael with intimidation. “Fine then, I will tell you who I am. I am Loki, Son of Odin, Prince of Asgard, God of Mischief, God of Sex, and you have fucked with the wrong person.”
Michael’s eyes widened in fear as he struggled away from both Loki’s boot and Cooper’s bite. Blood splattered onto the floor and you covered your mouth with your hand, trying to hold back the bile in your throat. You didn’t want this. You didn’t want him to get hurt. You couldn’t handle that. Loki clicked his tongue and raised an eyebrow.
“You know, I have a feeling that you weren’t just here to smooth talk her and win her back. After all, why would you shove her head into the wall like a fucking bastard if that was the case?” Loki purred, dragging his knife over Michael’s throat again. “I should kill you just for that.” He ran the tip of his dagger up to Michael’s forehead and perked an eyebrow up. “But first...why don’t we see what your real intentions were?”
“That’s - no!” Michael shouted as Loki pressed his hand to Michael’s forehead. You watched as Michael slumped down onto the ground. Loki’s face shifted through a bunch of emotions - fear, hurt, anger - before settling on pure and utter heated rage. Loki ripped his hand from Michael’s head and picked him up. He threw him against the wall and punched him over and over again. You heard a crack and you knew something had happened to Michael’s jaw.
“You fucking pig! You worthless piece of scum! I will kill you where you fucking stand!” Loki screamed. He thrusted his arm back but before he could stab him, you jumped forward and grabbed Loki’s elbow.
“Stop!” you yelled. “Don’t! He doesn’t deserve it!”
“Doesn’t deserve it?” Loki growled, turning to face you. You knew it wasn’t a mistake this time around - his eyes were burning a bright ruby red. He laughed cynically and shook his head. “Oh, he deserves it. Did you know he’s been following you around for weeks? The grocery store, the dog park, on your walks home? He was there! He’s been trying to get into your apartment for weeks! He was the one standing outside your building that night! And do you know what his intentions were for today?” Loki grabbed Michael’s pocket and ripped the front of it, spilling several syringes onto the ground. “He was going to knock Cooper out, then you if you fought him. And then, he was going to take you. He was going to kidnap you. He was going to go as far as killing you if he couldn’t have you. And don’t worry, I was on the hit list too.”
You stumbled backwards, your heart pounding. Cooper walked up to Michael, sniffed him, and barked up at Loki. Loki shook his head and punched Michael again, causing another crack to sound through the hallway.
“That was you! The man that bumped into me when I was walking the fucking dog! You slimy bastard!” Loki shouted. You continued to stand there, staring down at the floor. You didn’t want Michael to be hurt, but he was going to hurt you. Even worse, he was going to hurt Cooper and Loki. You fell to the ground and let out a shrieking sob, sweat pooling on your forehead. You looked over your shoulder at Loki and Cooper. Loki’s eyes had returned to their deep green color, and some of the anger had dissipated into concern. “Pet? Are you - ?”
“Don’t kill him,” you hissed, standing upwards. “But I want you to hurt him. I want you to hurt him really, really badly. I want him to never come here again.”
Tears streamed down your face as Loki’s own gaze softened. He looked down at Cooper and gestured to Michael. Cooper pounced and bit Michael’s leg, stopping him from moving. Loki stepped towards you and took your face into his hands.
“Violence isn’t you,” Loki whispered. “I’m so sorry. I...you should go. You shouldn’t see this.”
“No, I can’t leave you with him. Loki, he could’ve...he could’ve…” you sobbed, thinking about what Michael could have done to the three of you. Loki hushed you and pulled you into his arms. “He could have killed you! He doesn’t deserve to be spared!”
“You say this now but I fear you will regret it. You are too good of a person to not,” Loki murmured. An idea popped into his head and Loki looked down at you. “I know how to hurt him. How to protect you and every other person on this planet from him without killing him.”
Loki went to pull away but you clung to him, your entire body trembling with fear. Loki hushed you and pressed a lingering kiss to your lips. You could taste sweat and blood on him, which only forced another sob to erupt from you. Loki pulled back and hushed you, running his hands along your face.
“Trust me, pet. I will keep you safe.” He opened his eyes and smiled weakly. You could see the exhaustion in his face from earlier mixed with anger and sorrow. “I love you.”
“I love you,” you whispered as Loki walked away from you. He grabbed Michael by the collar of his shirt and slammed him onto the ground. Loki knelt over Michael and grinned.
“I am going to take everything away from you,” Loki laughed before settling both hands on his head. There was a flash of white light that had you looking away, hand shielding your eyes. The light glowed through your apartment before settling deep in Michael’s head. The man passed out and Loki licked his lips. A sigh escaped his mouth and he fell backwards.
“Loki!” You ran over to him and took him into your arms. Behind you, Cooper growled and pounced on Michael, biting him everywhere his mouth could reach. You tried not to focus on the sound of skin tearing and crunching behind you, and instead took Loki’s face in your hands. “Are you okay? What happened?”
“I need to take him onto the fire escape,” Loki grunted, gingerly hoisting himself up and taking Michael by the bloodied leg. Loki tugged him out onto the fire escape and plopped him down onto the metal platform. Loki climbed back inside and looked at you. “I need to rest on you.”
“O-Okay, go ahead.” No sooner than you answered, Loki leaned half of his weight on you. You could feel his body aching beneath yours as he faced the sky. He caught his breath before he cleared his throat.
“Heimdall!” Loki shouted. There was a pause and then a cylindrical rainbow fell from the sky. It engulfed Michael’s body and disappeared as quickly as it appeared. You turned to Loki as he stumbled backwards again, landing on the couch this time. “It’s done.”
“What did you do?” you asked.
“I wiped his memory, which also wiped away the memory of him from his family as well. They will not suffer from him anymore. To them, it will be as if he never existed. Then, I told Heimdall to take him to Asgard and keep him in the jails. He cannot return. He cannot hurt anyone anymore. He cannot hurt you,” Loki explained. He looked at you and tears pooled in his eyes. “I am so sorry you had to see that. I should have taken care of him sooner, I am so sorry. Today was so wonderful and then...”
Instead of letting him continue in his anguish, you leaned over him and kissed him. The kiss was slow, patient, a promise that what happened was okay - that you were okay. Loki pulled you closer, his hands caressing your body as his lips danced with yours. The taste of him was feverish but you knew no fire would burn from this. This was not a lustful kiss. It was love, tenderness, consideration. You poured every once of love you could into his mouth from yours, and found solace when you tasted it right back from him. You continued this slow exploration of each other for a few minutes, and when you reluctantly pulled your mouth from Loki’s you gasped upon seeing trails of tears streaking down his face.
“Oh, Loki, it’s okay,” you said, throwing your arms around Loki. His armor faded away, leaving Loki nude aside from a pair of soft pants on your couch. You hugged him tightly and rocked back and forth with him. His arms held you flush against his body.
“I love you. I am so sorry. Everything is okay now. He can’t hurt you. I’m here and I love you more than anything.” Loki repeated this mantra over and over again, and you were unsure whether he was saying it all for your sake or for his. You trembled in his embrace, upset at what happened but also...relieved. Michael was not dead. He was just in jail covered in Cooper’s bite marks.
Cooper.
“Coop!” you shouted over your shoulder. Your dog came bounding into the room. He hopped onto the couch and you threw your other arm around him. “Oh, you’re such a good boy. So, so good. Thank you.”
Cooper rubbed himself against you and you felt something warm smear on your hand. You looked down and saw Michael’s blood running from Cooper’s fur onto your skin.
“L-Loki,” you stuttered.
Loki looked up and saw what you were looking at. “Oh, dear. Let me fix that.”
Loki waved his hand around and cleaned the entire apartment, including Cooper’s fur and teeth. Your skin was no longer clammy and you didn’t feel as dizzy. When Loki was done, you could see how tired he looked, how pale he had become. Between his magic during sex, finding out about Michael, and then using such powerful magic to take care of him, Loki was truly wiped out. You could feel exhaustion taking you over too as you snuggled up against him.
“I love you, Loki. I love you, and you’re right, it’s over. Everything is okay now,” you whispered into his chest. Cooper whined and pawed at Loki. You looked up at Loki, his eyelids drooping. “What did he say?”
“He said we can sleep. He’s going to watch over us,” Loki murmured. He patted Cooper’s back. “Good boy.” There was a pause and Loki grunted. “Yeah, I guess this time you’re the best boy too.”
Loki wrapped both of his arms around you and you buried your head in the crook of his neck. You tried not to think about what just happened. Your body still trembled slightly as you thought of what could have become of you, Cooper, and Loki. But that did not happen. Michael was gone, officially gone, and you would not need to worry about him any longer.
It was going to catch up to you eventually. For now, the shock was numb, the confusion was lost, and the reality of what had just occurred in your entryway wasn’t heavy. It would creep up on you and hit you in a quiet moment, you were sure of it. Though, for now, all you wanted to do was hold and be held by the man you loved.
Despite the lingering trauma and terror, you fell asleep quickly, Cooper’s keen eyes watching the apartment. And although you had just been covered in blood and sweat only moments earlier, your safety and life threatened, with your two boys here, you knew you were safe.
Notes:
Chapter summary: The reader wakes up, goes to the bathroom, sees her pads and realizes she hasn't gotten a period since her and Loki began their affair. She believes she might be pregnant but Loki confirms he placed a spell over her when they first met to prevent that, which then stops her period. He apologizes and although the reader isn't ready to have a child, she's intrigued by the idea of Loki being a father one day. They then have some very kinky breeding kink sex. That night, there's a knock on the door and the reader opens the door, only to find Michael there. Loki comes to the rescue and discovers that he's been the one following you all of the time. He also discovers that Michael came to your apartment to convince you to be with him and if you did not agree, he was going to abduct you. After some violence, Loki wipes Michael's memory and sends him off to be jailed on Asgard. You're rather traumatized, but finally you feel safe.
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Well, THAT happened. So nope, the reader is NOT pregnant and yup, now Michael is OFFICIALLY gone! Pfft, did you really think I would have left that last chapter as his grand finale?? Nope!
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Chapter 22: A Friendly Face In A Far Away Place
Summary:
The reality of what happened with Michael finally hit you. Loki feels terrible and decides he’s going to treat you to a beautiful night out. Except, “out” doesn’t mean anywhere on Earth, apparently.
Notes:
Happy Friday friends!! Today is rather emotional because it's been one year since I first saw Betrayal on Broadway so let's gather for a moment of silence for the wonderful Betrayal era
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Now, let's get romantic! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!
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Chapter Text
The reality of what had happened in your hallway with Michael hit you one week later.
You were walking out of your bedroom and towards the kitchen to feed Cooper when you paused and stared at the front door. In a blink of your eyes, you saw it happen again - Loki leaning over Michael as he wore his ceremonial warrior armor, blood splattered on his fists and murder in his eyes. You saw Cooper standing there, teeth bared and blood dripping down his fangs - fangs which had never been used before. Your heart began pounding as you remembered Loki’s words: He was going to knock Cooper out, then you if you fought him. And then, he was going to take you. He was going to kidnap you. He was going to go as far as killing you if he couldn’t have you. And don’t worry, I was on the hit list too.
You had collapsed to the floor as you vomited on the ground, chest heaving as sobs escaped your body. Loki was at your side within seconds, his body cradling yours as he rubbed your back. You cried and choked and spit, and you briefly wondered if this display of pure panic was going to turn Loki off.
He only held you closer.
It wasn’t that you were upset with what happened to Michael. You knew he deserved it and you were more than thrilled that he was wasting away in some Asgardian jail cell right now. But the memory of that entire evening - the blood, the syringes, the threat - it turned your blood cold. The destroyed image of Michael’s legs and face forced bile up your throat. Michael couldn’t come back, and you were aware of that, but that didn’t make the entire scene any more comforting.
You apologized to Loki profusely as he held you there, his hand still rubbing your back in large, soothing circles. By your tenth sobbing apology, Loki had covered your mouth with his hand and stared deep into your eyes.
“Stop this,” he had said. “This is not your fault. It will never be your fault. You are allowed to be upset, scared, angry, anxious. A man almost kidnapped you. That merits throwing up on the floor.”
It had made you laugh, but you still felt uneasy.
Loki saw it, he always saw it. Your uneasiness began just after Michael’s downfall, but it only got worse after your panic attack in the hallway. He hated himself for not forcing you out of the room when he was attacking Michael. You didn’t look at him any differently and you still loved him profusely, he knew that. He just didn’t want to see you so disturbed. You walked around your apartment with an unsteady caution that could only be solved by Loki placing his hands on you. Only when he was touching you did your body relax. It was unfair in Loki’s mind that you were paying the emotional toll for something that was not your fault.
He did his best to comfort you in the ways he knew how - holding you, cooking for you, fucking you. In those moments, your eyes were brighter, your smile was wider, and that sweet blush on your cheeks returned. Loki made sure to tell you he loved you more and more often because hearing your soft laugh made his own heart defrost and flutter. But then, the shadows would cover your face again, the nervousness would enter your eyes, and you would be dragged into your thoughts of what could have happened.
Loki understood it. It was the same thing that happened to him when he was almost assassinated at such a young age. There were moments when he would be fine and then something would haunt him - the dark, the feeling of his sheets, the clatter of a knife - and he would be thrusted back into the memories of his killer kneeling over him. Even now, Loki could say he was not truly over what happened when he was younger. Yes, he could wake up without seeing the silhouette of his assassin over him anymore - he attributed that completely to your warm, delightful presence - but he still could smell the sweat of the man in the quietest moments of loneliness. Loki hated seeing this same thing happening to you and he would do anything in his power to stop it.
So, he decided that you needed to get out. You needed to distract yourself and be presented with so much happiness that at least for one night, you could forget about what happened. Luckily for Loki, he knew exactly what to do.
You were sitting on the couch, legs crossed as you read through a book you had snatched from your shelf. Loki walked into the room, sat down beside you, and plucked the book from your hand. He tossed it over his shoulder and smirked.
“I was reading that,” you giggled.
“Not anymore,” Loki said with a shrug. “Now be a good girl and spread your legs.”
The innocent smile on your face faded away as Loki’s words registered in your head. He was giving you an expectant look, the patience he held wearing thinner the longer it took you to do as he commanded. Clearing your throat, you shifted a bit as you unfolded your legs and spread them. Loki rolled his eyes and tugged your legs wider. You yelped as his hand began running up and down the front of your panties. He could feel your wetness seeping through the fabric and he chuckled knowingly.
“Already getting so wet for me, pet,” Loki purred. His fingers danced over your clothed clit and you whimpered. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” you moaned. Loki watched you with keen interest. Your body was writhing and twisting and his fingers were only ghosting over you. He chuckled and bent his head down to kiss your neck, a move that earned him more whimpering and moaning.
“I adore you,” Loki whispered into your neck. He could feel you shiver and it sent a pulse of arousal straight to his cock. Loki pushed your panties to the side and slid his middle finger inside of you. Your body froze for a moment before relaxing into his touch. You rocked down against his hand as Loki dragged his lips over your jaw. “You’re so perfect.”
“Oh, fuck. You can’t just s-say things like that t-to me, Loki,” you gasped as he curled his finger inside of you.
“Mmm, why not?” Loki asked as his thumb caressed your swollen clit. “Am I not allowed to worship you, princess?”
“Not if you don’t want me to cum right away!” you whined as Loki pressed his thumb harder against you. Your back arched as the speed of Loki’s finger increased inside of you, curling and tapping every inch of warm wall he could reach. Loki laughed and grabbed your face with his other hand to turn you towards him.
“I love you,” Loki said before crashing his lips to yours. You grabbed his shoulders and held him close to you, his mouth moving like sin against yours. His finger curled inside of you, pressing into you in a come-hither motion that had you moaning down his throat. When Loki pulled back, his pupils were blown wide. “Let me show you how much I love you.”
“I love you too, Mas - oh fuck!” you squealed as Loki sank to his knees, pulled your panties down, and buried his head between your thighs. Two fingers were inserted inside of you now as his tongue licked at your clit. He moaned into your cunt and your hands flew down to tangle in his dark hair. Loki kept his eyes on you as he devoured you.
“That’s it, pet. Dance for me,” Loki growled after pulling away for a brief moment. He quickly dove back in, not wanting a drop of your sweet juice to go untasted. His fingers fucked into you harder and harder. Your hands tugged his hair harshly, and the desire for pain stiffened his cock even more. In a moment of weakness, Loki reached into his pants and fisted his cock, his own need to cum overwhelming.
But he would not cum. And neither would you.
Loki’s mouth worked wonders on you until he was sure that you were about to cum. Your nails were nearly in his scalp, your clit was swollen and sore, and your walls quivered with every hard thrust of his fingers. It was all a telltale sign that you were about to hit the edge of pleasure. Loki sucked on your clit and grazed his teeth over the little bud.
“Loki! Oh, fuck, Loki! Please, Master! Please, I need to cum!” you shouted, your back curved like a bow from how dramatically you had arched. Loki wanted to make you cum, truly he did. He wanted to hear those delicious moans fall from your lips and watch your eyes glaze over with submission. More than that, he wanted to abandon all plans and flip you over so he could rut into you like a beast in heat. Instead, Loki tugged on your clit with an extra firm suck, curled his fingers particularly rough, before abandoning you completely.
“No.”
You continued to hold onto his hair as your jaw dropped. Your dilated eyes stared at him as he attempted to catch your breath. “W-What?”
“You’re not cumming,” Loki stated firmly. He stood up and took your hand, pulling you up with him. “We have plans.”
“Plans?” you questioned, one eyebrow stuck stubbornly upwards. Loki pressed a kiss to your forehead, though it did nothing to soothe the lines of confusion that had marred your face. He chuckled as you looked around suspiciously. “But...why would you -”
“Bury my face between your lucious thighs, eat your sweet cunt and fuck you with my fingers only for you to not be able to cum because I, your wicked lover, had plans? Wow, it was almost like this was totally intentional,” Loki said with fake shock, pressing a hand to his heart dramatically. You narrowed your eyes and swatted Loki’s chest. He gave a hearty laugh that had you chuckling yourself after a few moments. Loki cupped your face with his hands and pressed a loving kiss to your lips. “I know you dislike delayed gratification.”
“Dislike? No, I hate it,” you snipped.
“Semantics,” Loki scoffed.
“So if you know that I hate it, why would you do it?” you asked with a quirked up eyebrow.
“Because that’s all part of the fun, my love,” Loki chuckled before swooping down to kiss you once again. You sighed into his mouth and wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands slid down your body. He cupped your ass and pulled your body against his. The heat between your thighs flourished as he groped you, his tongue dancing with yours. You whined and pulled away, resting your forehead against Loki’s chest.
“Please…”
“No,” Loki whispered. You grumbled out a profanity before eyeing Loki’s bulge in his pants. You bit your lip and looked up at Loki. You blinked innocently as you cupped his hard cock and rubbed.
“Are you sure, Master? Your cock is really hard. I think you want to cum too,” you said in your best seductive tone.
Loki groaned but grabbed your wrist and twisted it behind your back. “Bad girl.”
“Maybe you should punish me,” you said, leaning in to kiss his neck.
“Trust me, I will,” Loki growled before tearing himself away from you. “And your punishment is delayed gratification.”
“Ugh!” you groaned, flopping back onto the couch.
“Now, now,” Loki chided, hoisting you up again. He ran his knuckles down your face as he gazed into your eyes. He smiled softly as he ran his fingers over your hair. “None of that. We’re going to go out and have a good time tonight.”
“Where are we going?” you asked with a tilt of your head.
“I’ll tell you after you get dressed,” Loki said, stepping away from you. He rubbed his palms together and an eager, excited look took center-stage on his face. You bit your lip as Loki cast his eyes down your body. “Now the question is, what to put you in?”
“Are none of my clothes good enough for a night out?” you asked with a light giggle.
“Not for this occasion, my love. Let’s see what we can come up with…” Loki trailed off. He scratched his chin before snapping his fingers. “Got it. Stay still.”
You straightened your back as Loki wove his fingers through the air. You looked down and watched as your entire body became enveloped in green and gold shimmers. You gasped in delight as you felt the fabric of a dress cover your body. The glow faded as the dress became more tangible, and with a particularly bright sparkle of gold, the glimmer faded away in a mist. Loki held up a mirror and you covered your mouth with shock as you took in your appearance.
The dress was a pure emerald green. Within the fabric was a dusting of gold that shimmered as you turned from side to side. The deep sweetheart neckline enhanced your breasts and the off the shoulder cuff sleeves hung delicately on your arms, drawing attention to your chest even further. The dress hugged your torso in but at the top of your hips, it fanned out into long, wide layers, fanning out from your body in the most magnificent and luxurious manner. Despite the magnificent size and grandeur of the dress, it felt nearly weightless on your body. You scanned your eyes up from your dress to your face and giggled with envy as you took in your lips, plump from a nude lipstick, and your eyes, shining bright thanks to the dark coal and makeup Loki had magicked onto you. Your hair was pushed back from your face and decorated with gold sparkles to match your dress.
“Loki...it’s so beautiful,” you whispered, running your hands down the bodice of your dress. Loki waved the mirror away and when he did, you noticed he was in complex, shining armor. This wasn’t the warrior garb from before. This was the attire of royalty, of a god, of a king. It was dark, covered in plates of gold, and accentuated with a long, flowing cape.
“Yes, you are,” Loki purred, walking towards you. He gripped your cheeks and bent to peck your lips. You whined when he wouldn’t further the kiss, which only added to your sexual frustration from just moments earlier. You ran your hands down his armor and shook your head.
“I’m so fucking lucky,” you laughed. “Loki, you’re really hot.”
“Such eloquence from you,” Loki snorted. “One last detail.”
Loki placed his hands on your pendant and shut his eyes. Mist flowed from his hand as you felt your pendant transform. Loki moaned and you watched his cock twitch in his trousers, as it always did when he manipulated your necklace. With a grunt, Loki pulled back and gestured for you to look at your pendant.
The simple chain had disappeared. Now, the necklace was strung together by diamonds made of pure gold. They shimmered and sparkled as the light refracted off of their unique cuts. The diamonds dripped down your neck in long, complicated lines. Between every few diamonds was a gorgeous emerald. The necklace was heavy and as you looked down at it, you knew that it was meant to be the centerpiece of your look. You brushed your fingers over it and felt tears in your eyes.
“This is it. This is my Cinderella moment,” you whispered. “Thank you, Loki. I love it so much. I feel so beautiful.”
“You’ve always been beautiful,” Loki said. “You’ve always been a princess, not just tonight.”
“Well, the dress certainly helps,” you giggled. You dropped your fingers from the necklace and looked back up at Loki. His eyes were focused on the necklace and the way it fell over your collarbones and breasts.
“I am so in love with you,” Loki murmured. “And everyone is going to see that. They’re going to know you’re mine - my lover, my pet, my good little girl. They’ll see this -” Loki tapped the necklace “- and know that without any shadow of a doubt, you belong to me.”
“I do,” you said, taking Loki’s hand in yours and kissing his knuckles. “And everything about this is perfect but where on Earth are we going that this look is acceptable?”
Loki’s lips quirked up into a wicked grin. “Who said anything about where we’re going being on Earth?”
You froze. “Loki, what are you up to?”
“Tell me, darling. Do you get motion sickness?” he asked, strutting towards the fire escape. He gestured for you to follow him and you walked slowly towards the window.
“Not really,” you murmured.
“Good!” Loki took you by the waist and hoisted you onto the fire escape. He turned back inside and whistled. “Steak is in the kitchen, mongrel. Be good!” With that, Loki turned back to you and kissed you deeply.
You almost didn’t notice the Bifrost carrying you away.
*
When Loki said he was taking you out for the night, you did not anticipate him taking you to another planet. But there you were, your hand in the crease of Loki’s elbow as he walked you up to a grand palace on the realm of Alfheim, home of the Light Elves. It was entirely unbelievable and you needed to pinch yourself to convince yourself this wasn’t a dream. Your heart was pounding under your skin and every step brought more and more nerves to the surface.
Earth was pretty far removed from the rest of the Nine Realms. People from Earth - or as the other realms called it, Midgard - never traveled outside of their planet. You never anticipated ever being able to visit another realm, let alone one of the most alluring and beautiful ones. The land was like nothing you had ever seen before. All around you, colors swirled and the breeze was brimming with music. The air was cool and refreshing, though warm enough that you didn’t get a chill. You looked up at Loki to comment on it, only to find he was looking down at you first.
“How do you like it?” Loki asked. You shook your head and turned to stare at the beautiful palace you were quickly approaching. As you got closer, you took in the appearances of the people heading in the same direction. They came in all shapes and sizes, and each one of them had you stirring with excitement.
“It’s everything I dreamed it would be,” you said honestly. “Look at everything! Look at everyone! It’s so beautiful!”
“It is quite marvelous, isn’t it?” Loki said, trying to look at the realm through your eyes. He had seen Alfheim plenty of times, causing him to grow indifferent to its spectacles. But for you, this was all brand new. This was something you never thought you would see. And as he looked around with the innocent eyes that you had, he found himself in awe of everything as well. Loki grimaced for a moment and pulled you in tighter. “It’s a shame that Midgard is so distant from the other realms.”
“Yeah, why is that?” you asked.
“I truly do not know. It’s been this way since my grandfather ruled, perhaps even before him. I think it is due to your lifespan and fragility. The traveling, the time consumption, the energy it would take humans to do such things that the rest of the realms do would be draining,” Loki said. “I hope that changes soon. Seeing your face as you discover these things is priceless.”
Loki continued to rattle on, but you found yourself stuck on something he said - your lifespan and fragility. He wasn’t wrong, your life was short and weak compared to his. Fear shot through you as you considered this. Loki was a god and would live for thousands of years. You wouldn’t. Simple as that. You were young in your years but that youthfulness would fade away eventually. Loki surely wouldn’t want to stay with someone who appeared to be his senior. You chewed your lip and glanced away from Loki, though you locked eyes with a lovely woman hanging off the arm of an equally as lovely man. She smiled at you but instead of the warmth from before, you found yourself feeling self conscious again.
You weren’t meant to be here. You were from Earth. You were just a human. Every single being here would outlive you by thousands of years. The thought discouraged you but you tried not to consider it. You pulled yourself closer to Loki’s body and hugged his arm tighter.
“Everything alright, my love?” he asked as your pace slowed to enter the castle. The throngs of people entering the castle had arranged themselves into a single file line and Loki slotted you both in perfectly. You gazed in awe at the high walls, beautiful portraits, and glimmering gold and silver decorations filling the wide, marble halls. You did not realize you hadn’t answered Loki for several minutes until he nudged you as you turned another wide corner.
“Just nervous, I guess,” you sighed, nibbling on the inside of your lower lip. Loki captured your chin between his fingers and bent over to kiss you gently. You moaned against his warm lips, your arousal still bubbling from earlier. When Loki pulled away, the line had significantly advanced in front of you, but he did not care. The people behind him seemed not to mind either. They paused their own processional and waited for you and Loki to finish your intimate moment. Loki pulled you along and rubbed the hand nestled in the bend of his arm.
“I understand this may be a bit overwhelming. A castle, foreign planet, hundreds of beings you never knew existed...it can be a lot. But darling…” Loki froze and spun towards you. He took your hands in his and smiled down at you. “There’s no one else I’d rather share this with. You, my love, are my queen tonight. Hold your head up high. You are the only woman in all the Nine Realms I would ever desire and they will all know that, I swear to you. I love you, pet. I love you with my entire heart.”
“Oh, Loki,” you sighed dreamily, a smile growing on your face. Loki grinned beautifully, a gaze of wonder in his green eyes. You felt grounded as he looked at you and the deeper in you looked into his eyes, the more you could see his love for you. “I love you too.”
“There’s that gorgeous smile I dream of so often,” Loki chuckled as he cupped one cheek with his hand. “You are so lovely, pet. Everything about you - in this dress, in your pajamas, completely naked - you’re always the most beautiful woman to me.”
“Loki...kiss me…” you whispered. Loki quickly captured your lips in his and the rest of the world melted away. You gripped his shoulders - widened by his plated armor - as his mouth moved against yours. When Loki pulled away, he stared down at you and shook his head.
“I adore you,” Loki said, laughing lightly. You shivered with delight and went to open your mouth, only to pause when you heard a delightful feminine voice.
“Prince Loki, you’re holding up my guests.”
You turned your head and gasped lightly at the beautiful woman gliding towards you and Loki. Her white hair fell down to her waist as her silver dress pooled around her. Her sleeves fell to the floor from her elbows and her clasped hands unfolded to extend outwards. Loki looked behind him and noticed the guests were patiently waiting to enter the main hall, though they dared not walk around the Prince of Asgard. Loki blushed and pulled you to the side of the hall, granting permission for the guests to continue their trek. He turned back to the woman and bowed politely.
“My bad,” he chuckled. Loki lifted your hand in the air and bowed his head before you. “My beloved, meet Princess Kassandra of Alfheim. Kassandra, meet my beloved.” Loki spoke your name with such grace that you almost forgot you were the only non-royal in the conversation. You and Kassandra curtsied before one another.
“Your beloved is beautiful, Loki. I am honored to finally meet her,” Kassandra said with a genuine grin. You looked between her and Loki with confusion, only for Loki to pat your hand lovingly.
“Kassandra here helped me acquire the Livets Blomst. They are native only to Alfheim,” Loki explained. You perked up and smiled at Kassandra.
“Thank you for helping Lo - er, Prince Loki with his task,” you said.
“Just Loki, darling. No need for such formalities from you,” Loki snorted. “Almost everyone else must call me by my true title but you are my equal, so just Loki is fine.”
“Your equal,” you murmured. You turned your head slowly to the side and gazed into a large mirror hanging on the wall. You stood up straighter as you took in the sight of you and Loki together. He was right, you did look beautiful. You looked like you belonged at his side. You met Kassandra’s eyes in the mirror and her lips quirked upwards.
“Come, Princess. Let us enter the ball,” Kassandra said, turning around and heading towards the main room.
“Oh! I’m not -“
“You’re with Loki. Anyone who can handle him deserves a royal title,” Kassandra said over her shoulder with a wink. You blushed and Loki laughed, leading you inside of a different entrance than Kassandra had gone to.
“I like her,” you giggled.
“I knew you would,” Loki said, looking down at you.
“How do you know her?” you asked. Loki froze. You looked up at him but your thought was interrupted by the cheering of guests. You gasped as you took in the huge hall you had walked into. Guests wearing every shade of color in their suits, armor, dresses, and ceremonial garb were clapping as Kassandra stepped out onto a balcony looking over the room. She waved down at the guests with the grace of a true princess.
“Welcome everyone,” she said loud enough for the entire hall to hear. “Today is the Festival of Forests, where we, the Light Elves, cherish the gifts that our bountiful forests give us. We are creatures of nature and without that nature, we could not participate in trade with all of you.” Kassandra swept her arms outward, earning more cheers from the crowd. Loki clapped lightly, his eyes still focused on you. Kassandra smiled and winged her arms outward. “To celebrate this festival, allow me to transform our venue.”
Everyone gasped as vines, branches, and leaves climbed up the walls of the marble ballroom and transformed the space into what looked like a forest. The white floor was now dusted with petals, fallen leaves, and curled patches of grass. The crowd began clapping again as little balls of lights floated down from the high hanging branches to illuminate the space intimately.
“Wow,” you whispered, eyes wide with wonder. Loki chuckled softly at your amazement as he pressed a light kiss to your temple. You curled in on him and hugged his arm tighter to your body.
“Friends, family, guests, let us eat, drink, and enjoy tonight as we honor the forests of Alfheim that have aided us in our prosperous growth.” Kassandra lifted her hand in front of her and a clear, glass chalice formed between her fingers. “Cheers! And now, for the first dance!”
The sound of music you had never heard before filled the air as couples began making their way to the cleared center of the room. They danced and swirled in easy winding circles that had you growing dizzy as you watched them. Laughter and merriment caused your skin to tickle with excitement. You felt a tug on your arm and you diverted your attention to Loki.
“Let’s go,” he said, jutting his chin towards the dancing area.
“Oh, Loki, I’m a terrible dancer. You’ll be really embarrassed if you bring me out there,” you explained hastily.
Loki rolled his eyes. “Nonsense. Come on.”
“Wait!” You dug your heels into the ground and were incredibly thankful for the mossy floor that aided in your balance. Loki whipped around and gave you a stern look, one that had the submissive within you wanting to listen to his command. You sighed and ran your thumbs over the back of Loki’s hand. “Loki...I want to dance with you but I’m really not any good at it. That, plus this dress, as gorgeous as it is, is going to have me falling over my feet.” You looked down at the dramatic width of the dress’ skirt and sighed. Loki wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you against his hard body.
“My pet, my beloved, I want to dance with you. I don’t care how good or bad you are at it. We could be on our asses the entire time and I would still enjoy myself,” Loki said honestly as he tilted your chin up. “I am a prince, darling. I know how to dance. I practically trained in it just as much as I did with combat practice. And tonight, I want to take you, the beautiful mysterious princess, out onto that dance floor, show off your lovely smile, gorgeous necklace, and your radiance to the rest of this damn party to show them that you are mine and I am equally yours. I love you, darling. Please dance with me. Just one dance and then we can stop if you don’t like it. I just want to give you the brilliant night that you deserve.”
With that, Loki bent down before you and kissed the back of your hand. He looked entirely regal as he bowed in front of you. You could see people around you gathering to watch as Loki, Prince of Asgard, bowed before a woman who they clearly had never seen before. Your breasts heaved and you could feel the weight of your necklace as Loki sank to one knee.
“My beautiful princess, may I please have this dance?” Loki asked, daring to look up at you from under his brow. Tears welled in your eyes as you bit your lip, nodding slowly.
“You dramatic bastard,” you giggled. “Of course.”
Loki stood swiftly and took your hand. The crowd parted for him as he pulled you onto the dance floor. Even the dancers adjusted their swinging course in order to accommodate the skirt of your dress and the power of your dance partner. Loki settled you directly in the middle of the floor and placed one hand on the small of your back and the other in yours. Your hand rested on his shoulder and with a nod, you were off.
Loki danced with purpose - smooth sways and majestic movements. His feet glided across the floor with such elegance and poise that you could feel the sophistication radiating off of him. He knew what he was doing and it showed.
Quite similarly to how you had no idea what you were doing and yes, it also showed.
You stumbled over your feet as Loki practically pulled you around in your dance circle. More than once, the skirt of your dress ended up caught under your foot. Loki caught you every time but the fear of tripping and making an unwanted spectacle of yourselves forced you to stare down at your gown, watching your movements intently.
“Pet,” Loki chastised. “Look at me.”
“I can’t. I’m going to trip,” you said quickly. Loki sighed and pinched your back. You squeaked and looked up at Loki. His eyes were captivating as he pulled you in closer.
“Just keep your eyes on me. I will guide us. Let go, darling,” Loki whispered.
You nodded nervously. “Don’t let me fall, Loki.”
“I would never.”
You did as Loki asked and just let him move you around. It took a few moments but as you gazed into his deep green eyes, you found your feet moving rather swiftly. There was still the occasional trip or misstep, but Loki quickly recovered your fumble in a way that no one could have possibly seen it. As the movements became easier, you found yourself melting into the dance, laughter bubbling from your lips as Loki whipped you through the rows of dancers.
You couldn’t stop looking into his eyes. He was pure magic as he danced with you. With more flair and dramatic motions, Loki was twirling you around, dipping you down, and lifting you from the ground by grabbing your waist. You laughed the entire way through, your cheeks nearly stinging from the happiness you were feeling. The large skirt of your gown swished around your legs, pushed petals into the air, and grazed the grass with every step, and it only made you feel that much more beautiful. You felt like pure royalty and grace as Loki guided you around the dance floor.
One dance turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into hours of shifting, swinging, and sailing around. You danced and even in the heeled shoes Loki put you in, your feet were not hurting. You listened as the guests gasped and cooed over you and Loki. Their whispers were envious, jealous, but kind. It made you lift your head higher, push your breasts out, and smile wider at the man who swept you away to a foreign planet just so he could treat you like a princess.
You really, really loved him.
Your heart was pounding in your chest as he spun you around. He must have seen the love shining in your eyes because his movements slowed. His hands reached up to cup your face and he halted completely, slowly drawing in to kiss you. You sighed into his mouth as he kissed you in the middle of all of the dancers, not caring of who was watching or what they were thinking. You held onto him tighter, drifted further into him, and kissed him even harder.
As the night went on, you and Loki took brief breaks from dancing to eat, drink, and make small talk with some nobles, gods, and friends that he knew. He introduced you to everyone as his beloved from Midgard, and despite a few initial shocked looks, everyone seems to treat you politely. You wondered how much of that was just because you were on Loki’s arm and no one wanted to disrespect the mischievous god.
Everything about the night was perfect. The palace was beautiful, the foreign food was some of the best food you had ever tasted, and Loki was looking at you like you were the only woman in the room. Seeing him so happy made you want the night to never end. This was precisely what both of you needed. After everything that had happened with Michael, the positivity and joy of this night brought a lightness back into your heart that you feared had disappeared forever thanks to the dark events that occurred in your hallway. You were sure that when you went back home, the sight of your front door would not bother you nearly as much as it had been.
Later on, you and Loki were spinning once again on the dance floor. This song was slower, a bit more romantic, so your movements were not as swooping or large. You weren’t even thinking about your feet and their track as you looked at Loki.
“Thank you for tonight, Loki,” you said as he turned you in a circle. “This has been so magical.”
“It’s what you deserve, my love,” Loki said with a low bow of his head. When he lifted back up, there was a sparkle in his eyes. “This is what life with me would be like. I wanted to show you, even if it was just for a night, the grandeur I could give you. And one day when we visit Asgard, I can show you everything - my chambers, my temple, the gardens. You’ll love it, pet.”
“Will I be able to wear pretty dresses like this all of the time?” you giggled.
“Mm, if that’s what you want, then yes. And then I will promptly fuck you in all of them,” Loki purred, lowering his hand to rest over your ass. You moaned and felt the fire of desire burning between your thighs again. It never dissipated, but you were distracted for the past few hours. Now that Loki was looking at you with that familiar lust, you felt ravenous for him. Loki noticed your cheeks flushing and he chuckled. “Oh, my sweet, are you still bothered from earlier?”
“Yes, Master,” you whispered, unsure of how liberally you could speak here.
“You’ve been a very good girl tonight,” Loki said, dragging his eyes down to lock with your breasts. He licked his lips and groaned, spinning you in a tight circle. “Maybe it’s time to reward you.”
“Please,” you whimpered.
“Hands up, Odinson,” Kassandra said from behind you. Your cheeks lit up red as Loki lifted his hand from your ass to your back. He gave Kassandra a pointed look as she passed by. She flashed you both a smile and winked at you. “He’s such a cad.”
“You have impeccable timing as always, Kassandra,” Loki scoffed.
“Hey, I’m just passing through.” She shrugged innocently. She turned to you and dipped her head. “Are you having a good night?”
“It’s been absolutely excellent. Thank you so much for inviting us,” you said, bowing yourself.
“I didn’t invite you, actually. Loki invited himself,” Kassandra said pointedly, giving Loki a stern look. “The God of Mischief never needs an invitation. He shows up wherever he pleases. In fact, sending him an invitation makes him less likely to show up.”
“Chaos cannot be invited or uninvited. I appear where I’m needed.” Loki glanced at you and winked.
“And what I need is another drink,” Kassandra laughed. “Have a good night you two.”
“You as well,” Loki said, and you nodded in agreement. After Kassandra glided away like a silver siren through the crowd, you poked Loki’s chest through his breastplate.
“Loki! You didn’t tell me we were crashing this party!”
Loki shrugged and bobbed his head back and forth nonchalantly. “You wouldn’t want to come if I told you the truth.”
“You’re ridiculous,” you giggled as you rolled your eyes. You paused and looked up at Loki. “Hey, you never answered my question from before.”
“Ah, which one?”
“How do you know Kassandra?”
Loki paused and licked his lips. His eyes scanned the room before they settled on a set of double doors at the far end of the room. Loki sighed and turned back to you. He held his arm out, bent at the elbow, and bowed curtly.
“Take a walk with me,” he instructed calmly. You wrapped your hand in Loki’s elbow and let him lead you from the room. He brought you through a pair of double doors that led out to a stone patio. You thought that Loki would stop there but he elected to walk you down a winding set of stone steps that led into a dark garden. A few twinkling lights lit up the path but otherwise, the only light shining was from the blue moon and the palace. Loki looked up at the sky and smiled. “It’s a beautiful night. It’s always rather lovely on Alfheim.”
“It is,” you agreed warily, watching Loki’s jaw lock and unlock as you paced through the garden. You didn’t exactly know where you were going but you trusted that Loki knew the way. He walked you through winding paths of hadges, flower beds, and little ponds. When Loki was quiet for a few moments, you cleared your throat. “Uh, Loki?”
“You know that I love you right?” he asked, still not looking at you.
“I do,” you said with a nod.
“You’re the only woman I want.”
“You tell me that often.”
“It’s crucial that you remember that.”
“Why?”
“Because Kassandra was supposed to be my wife.”
You froze in place, your feet suddenly rooted to the ground. It seemed Loki expected this reaction because he stopped with perfect ease. You stared at him and watched him hesitantly bite his lip, his eyes never really meeting yours.
“Your wife?” you whispered, sliding your hand away from his arm. “Loki, are you engaged?”
“No!” Loki turned to you quickly and held onto your waist. “No, sweet, I’m not engaged.”
“But you were engaged? To Princess Kassandra?” you asked carefully. Loki shut his eyes but nodded, his head hanging low.
“Yes, I was. It was not my choice. Odin demanded us to be in an arranged marriage. I was not happy and I broke it off when I had the chance. She completely understood and respected my desires,” Loki explained. “I never even loved her.”
“So...so you’ve never had feelings for her?” you questioned.
“Never,” Loki admitted. “Now, I will be honest with you, pet. I slept with her but there was nothing attached to it. I promise.”
“Did she love you?” you whispered, not meeting his eyes.
“Yes,” Loki said softly. “She did. I never returned the feelings though and it’s been many years since that. She has her own beloved now and they are very happy together.”
You nodded but walked out of his arms and further down the path. You were thankful that Loki was being honest with you but it was still a bit painful to hear that Loki had been almost married to the host of this party. Knowing that at some point, she loved Loki and coveted him made that little green monster stir up inside of you.
But Loki wasn’t hers. He was yours. And he was proud of it.
He dressed you in this glorious green dress and planted this extravagant necklace that practically screamed “Loki’s pet” around your neck. You were the one he danced with all night. Not once did his eyes wander or his mind become distracted, even in a room filled with his ex-lover and throngs of beautiful people.
You could hear Loki’s footsteps behind you a few paces back. The only other sounds were the trickling of the pond beside you and the swishing of the bottom of your dress against the path you walked on. You folded your hands in front of you as your mind ran over these thoughts.
Loki could be with Kassandra. She was a beautiful princess that would surely give him a strong political advantage. She had loved him and you knew that loving Loki was not difficult. She could give him everything. And yet, he left her because he did not love her. He loved you. The speech he gave you last week in your bathroom sang in the back of your head - I know it seems too soon to know about the kind of future I want but darling, you are the only woman I have ever loved. I have never felt this way about anyone else. I’m not saying we need to get married right now or have a whole litter of children. I’m a young god, still figuring everything out, and I am not ready for either of those things. But one day, when I look into the future, it’s you who I want to do those things with. I know it’s fast, but...but it’s not. No, it’s not fast, not for me. Because when a god falls in love, it is not just love they feel. It is devotion. When I, Loki of Asgard, fell in love, I did not do so lightly. There are no hesitations, no doubts, no second-guesses. You are what I want for the rest of my days. You are the one I want to protect, cherish, and dedicate every one of my breaths to.
This time around, Loki was sure what he wanted and that was you. It was not Kassandra, the woman outside your apartment, or any other person who had entered into his life. He said it himself - Loki did not fall in love lightly. Beyond that, he trusted you with this part of his life, the secrets of his past, the darkness within him. He would not do that with someone he didn’t truly love.
You were Loki’s. Loki was yours. You were confident of it.
“Oh, Loki,” you sighed, looking over your shoulder. He watched you carefully, ready to soothe you if he needed to. You teased the skirt of your dress in your hands, discreetly lifting it upwards. “Do you want me?”
“You’re the only one I want,” Loki said honestly. “I’m in love with you.”
“Well, you better come catch me then.” You winked and took off, running through the winding maze of hedges. You laughed as you heard Loki chasing after you, his boots pounding against the stone path. You squealed as you heard him inching closer to you and when a long arm wrapped around your waist from behind, you kicked your legs out. “Ah!”
“Got you, little mischief maker,” Loki chuckled as he spun you around in the air. He placed you down and turned you so you were facing him. “And what was that for?”
“Just felt like having a bit of fun after that heaviness,” you said with a shrug.
“Yes, I’m sorry, pet. It seems I’ve darkened our night,” Loki sighed.
“No, you didn’t,” you said honestly, throwing your arms around Loki’s neck. “Am I upset that you were engaged before? A little, but only because it made me a bit jealous. As long as you don’t love her then it doesn’t matter. What matters is right here, right now - and right here, right now, you love me.”
“I do, darling. I love you more than anything,” Loki whispered, hugging you around your waist.
“I love you too,” you laughed lightly. “Inside of me, there’s a confidence that wasn’t there before. It grows more and more every day. Because of that, I know that you’re here to stay. You love me and you trust me. Thank you for not hiding this from me.”
“I couldn’t hide it from you. I want to share every part of my life with you,” Loki said.
“And I would love that,” you said, reaching up on your toes to peck a kiss to Loki’s cheek. You winked as you pulled back. “Besides, Kassandra gave you the Livets Blomst to give to me. Clearly she knows that you’re mine.”
“Is my pet feeling a little possessive?” Loki teased, his hands drawing down to cup your ass through the thick layers of your dress. You hummed as you ran your hands along the front plates of Loki’s armor.
“I can’t help it. You’re my Master and I want everyone to know it,” you whispered. “I want them to know how good you fuck me and that even though I’m your little submissive pet, I can still make you beg for me.”
“I have no recollection of this,” Loki snorted. You laughed as you tangled your fingers in Loki’s hair and pulled his head down. His lips brushed against yours and your eyes fluttered shut. His breath tasted of wine and the cool night air. His nose nudged yours as he gasped against your mouth.
“You’re the love of my life, Loki,” you murmured. “Kiss me.”
There was no need to verbally answer, for Loki pressed his lips directly to yours. You preened against him, relishing in the feeling of his mouth on yours. The kiss was unhurried, yet full of desire and passion. Your thighs pressed together in utter need as Loki’s hands caressed your body. His tongue dipped into your mouth and danced with yours, signaling to you how much he needed you.
Loki needed you. No one else. You were the one he was kissing in this beautiful garden. He wanted your body on top of his, your cunt wrapped around his cock, and your heart open for his own.
“Oh, pet,” Loki groaned into your mouth as his hands soared up your body. “I’ve been waiting all day for you.”
“Tell me about it,” you bit back.
“Hey, you’re not the only one who was denied release,” Loki reminded you. It was true, he didn’t get to cum either. He restricted himself for you. You wondered if he was suffering from unobtainable desire as much as you were throughout this evening. You hummed and cupped his cock through his armor, earning another hiss from Loki. “And that’s why I’m going to fuck you right here, right now.”
“Wait, here?” you asked, looking around at the open garden. The only shields you had were some low trimmed hedges, but even someone as tall as Loki could see just over their tops. You swallowed nervously and stepped closer to Loki. “But...someone might see us.”
“Exactly.”
Loki grabbed you as he sat down on an ornate stone bench. You fell into his lap, your dress pooling over your lower halves. You raised an eyebrow as you watched the admirable length of your dress shield you both completely.
“Was this part of the design plan?” you asked.
Loki winked. “Not a single thing I do is not thought out, darling.” Loki swiftly reached under your dress and found your wet folds. “Be a good girl and be quiet. You don’t want anyone to hear you, do you?”
“Oh, fuck,” you hissed as his fingers traced your pussy. You were soaking wet already and the need to cum sprung upon you as he touched you. You were still full of desire from earlier and now with the reminder that this beautiful man below you was so completely and utterly devoted to you, you were brimming with need for him even more. You tangled your hands in Loki’s hair as he pressed a finger inside of you.
“Pet! My goodness, aren’t you nice and ready for me,” Loki snickered. “Very well then.”
Loki removed his hands from under your skirt and grabbed your waist. He hoisted you up and with blinded precision, he sunk you onto his cock. You covered your mouth to conceal the loud moan that wanted to leak from your lips as you finally felt the weight of his glorious cock inside of you. It was like every trepidation, worry, and lingering doubt fled from your mind as he settled inside of you, throbbing and hot with arousal. Your head rolled back and you heard Loki growl. When you looked forward, his eyes were locked onto your necklace, stones dripping down your breasts. His cock twitched and he ran his fingers over the jewelry.
“You’re mine,” Loki whispered. “You’re mine and everyone knows it. Fuck, and if they don’t, they will know it when I send you back into that party walking with a limp and with my cum pouring down your thighs.”
“And they’ll know you’re mine because of this,” you countered. You tipped his head back and latched onto his neck with your mouth. Loki thrusted up into you as you sucked a bruise into his skin. It would be a feat, you were sure of it. Loki’s skin was barely penetrable and you, a mere mortal, were bruising it with just your lips and tongue and teeth. He lowered his defenses specifically so you could mark him. You left several bruises along his neck, each one larger than the last as his hips bucked up into you.
“That’s it, pet. Mark me. Show everyone who I belong to,” Loki moaned as he fucked up into you. You moaned against his neck, your head falling so your forehead was resting on his shoulder. Loki’s arms wrapped around you like a hug as he fucked you, your body bouncing on top of his. If it wasn’t for the way your body was gyrating, you would look like two lovers embraced in the middle of the quiet garden. Beneath your skirts, much more was occurring.
It thrilled you.
You rode him harder, your teeth biting into your lower lip to hold back the begging and moaning you wanted to release. You wanted to plead to Loki, ask him to flip you over and fuck you from behind. You wanted him to tie your hands behind your back and make you cry. But at the same time, you wanted to rock against him like this, quietly submissive and perfectly in love with everything he was giving to you. You grabbed onto him tighter and whimpered.
“Your pussy is so tight, baby,” Loki gasped as he fucked you harder. You were no longer contributing to moving on top of him. His grip on you was so tight that he was holding you completely still as he fucked you. “That’s my good girl. Squeeze around your Master’s cock. Let me feel you.”
“Loki,” you sighed wantonly, your walls clenching around him. “I love your cock so much. Fuck me, please.”
“My perfect little cock slut. I’ve trained you well, haven’t I?” he laughed darkly. “Your body is so responsive to me, my submissive little girl. You wouldn’t do this for anyone else. You wouldn’t let anyone else fuck you in the middle of the garden where anyone could see you. But you love it with me. The thought of someone catching me pounding my cock into you has you dripping. I can feel it, pet, you can’t lie to me. I can feel how wet this makes you.”
“Yes, Master,” you gasped, rocking back ever so slightly to keep him deep inside of you. “Only for you.”
“Good girl. That’s what I like to hear,” Loki growled into your ear. He paused for just a moment before chuckling. “Speaking of which, I believe we have company.”
Right on cue, you heard the crunching of footsteps coming towards you. Your eyes widened as you looked at Loki. He grinned and patted your back. You buried your head in his neck and held onto him tightly. He stopped moving inside of you, but you still felt his cock throb excitedly.
“And then we were chatting and I - oh, Loki!” You heard someone speak from behind you. It took you a moment to realize who the voice belonged to, and you paled when you realized it was Kassandra. You tightened your lock on Loki and prayed that she didn’t recognize the position you were in. “What are you doing out here?”
“It was getting a bit warm in the palace and my beloved asked if we could take a walk through the gardens. We found this spot right here and decided to rest for a bit. Dancing for hours wore my little one out,” Loki chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. You whimpered quietly as he began rocking his cock slowly inside of you. Loki tapped your back. “Darling, say hello.”
You gave Loki a struggling look as you lifted your head to turn to Kassandra. She had a single brow lifted as she watched you and Loki carefully. You were more than incredibly thankful for the large skirt on your dress at that moment.
“Hello, Kassandra,” you said politely, a moan caught in your throat as Loki pushed his cock further inside of you.
“Good evening,” Kassandra said, still looking suspiciously between you and Loki. She lifted her left hand gracefully. “I would like to formally introduce you to my own beloved, Princess Alvana.”
“It is wonderful to meet you,” Alvana said, dipping into a low curtsey. Your cheeks lit up, and not because of Loki’s cock this time. Kassandra loved Alvana now, not Loki. You could see it clearly. The look Kassandra gave her was the exact look you gave Loki. You smiled kindly, though stiffly still thanks to Loki’s cock grinding inside of your weeping channel.
“It’s delightful to see you again, Alvana,” Loki said, bowing his head at the same time he thrusted inside of you. “Sweet, Princess Alvana is the one who helped craft your art supplies I brought you.”
“Oh! Thank you so much for them, Alvana. They are spectacular. I really appreciate them,” you said, nodding your head at Alvana.
“I do not give my supplies out freely. But...when Prince Loki told me about you, I trusted that you would take care of them. It was a gut feeling. I believe they will do you well,” Alvana explained. Kassandra reached down and took her hand. Kassandra gave you a knowing look and she winked.
“Let’s go, ‘Vana. Let’s leave the lovers to their romancing,” Kassandra giggled. She bid you a goodnight before turning to glare at Loki. “Be gentle with her.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Loki smirked. Alvana offered a confused look but Kassandra quickly whisked her away. As soon as they left the garden, Loki fucked you again at that familiar breakneck pace. You let out an unbridled moan that could surely be heard by the escaping princesses. “What a good girl you were. You can retract those claws, kitten. Do you believe me now that Kassandra is devoted to her darling?”
“I do, Loki. But dammit, I don’t care about that right now,” you admitted through your ragged breaths.
“You don’t care? Don’t you care that she blatantly saw me fucking you? That she knew my cock was buried inside of you? That you are completely and utterly mine?” Loki growled, grabbing your hips to aid in his rocking of your body. Your orgasm was cresting and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. You tightened your lock on his shoulders and moaned his name, his words sending shivers down your spine.
“I d-do care about t-that. You’re mine, Loki - oh, yes! You’re mine!” you gasped. “I need to cum, Loki. Make me cum, Master, please!”
“You deserve it, baby. You deserve to cum. You’ve been so good,” Loki groaned. He angled his hips so the fine hairs at the base of his cock scrubbed against your clit. “Cum. Scream for me. Show the entire realm who you belong to. Now!”
“Loki!” you screamed, head tossed back and breasts pushed out. Your orgasm was intense and even more so knowing that anyone could hear you in the throes of pleasure. Loki followed right behind you, your name falling from his lips as he came inside of you. You felt his hot ropes of cum shooting into you and you sank down further to ensure it all stayed inside. You rolled your head forward and rested your forehead against his. Panting, you whispered, “I can’t believe I let you fuck me in public.”
“I can’t believe someone actually walked in on us,” Loki chuckled. He pecked your lips before gently lifting you from his cock. He sat you sideways on his thighs, his arms wrapped around your waist. “I love you, pet.”
“I love you so much,” you sighed happily. You stared at the beautiful glowing moon in the sky as you ran your fingers through Loki’s hair. The world was quiet and peaceful, not a single sound disrupting you from this moment. When Loki finally spoke again, his voice was low and mellow.
“Do you want to go back in? Or would you rather stay here?” Loki asked. You turned to look at him and ran your fingers along the elegant edges of his face.
“It doesn’t matter to me. As long as you're there, then that’s all that matters,” you whispered. Loki’s eyes softened as he leaned in to kiss you slowly. When he pulled away, a tear dripped down his face.
“Thank you, my love. Thank you for understanding my past, who I am, what I am. Thank you for loving me,” Loki murmured. You smiled brightly, causing Loki to smile in return. He hugged you tighter and kissed your cheek. “Come on. Let’s go for one last dance and then we can go home. I find I’m rather in the mood to just lay in bed and hold you.”
“I’d love that,” you agreed.
Loki was true to his word - you went inside, had one last glorious dance, said sweet but short goodbyes, and then returned back to your apartment via the Bifrost. Loki whisked your dress away with magic and promised that even without it, you were his princess (though the dress could come back whenever you pleased). He massaged your feet - grimacing, but he was the one who initially offered to do so - just before you massaged his shoulders to ease the weight of his armor off of them.
And then, Loki pulled you under the covers of your bed and made love to you. He whispered how much he loved you, needed you, adored you. Afterwards, he held you, the edges of the morning sun creeping into the room. For the first time in a long time, both of you felt completely at peace. There was no Michael, no threat, no worry. It was just you and him, a bounty of love, and a night of elaborate dancing that would go down in history as the best night of your entire life, and it was all thanks to your beautiful, dangerous, and loving Loki.
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Chapter 23: The Best Housewarming Present Is Some Good Cock
Summary:
You had your perfect Cinderella moment last night at the ball on Alfheim. Waking up this morning, things only seem to get better - Michael is gone, Loki has given you a spectacular gift, and an old friend stumbles back into your life.
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“So this is love,” you hummed to yourself as you danced in front of your mirror, your feet carrying you across the floor the same way they did last night. “So this is what makes life divine.”
Ever since the night prior at the ball, you had a feeling of elation crawling over your skin. Your movements felt light and your body felt like it was gifted with magic. You had woken up to Loki’s lips on your skin. He told you to stay in bed and relax. He had to run a quick errand and he would be back later. He kissed you soundly before sweeping out of the room. You let yourself relax for another hour before climbing out of bed. Then, you got up, showered quickly, tossed on a robe, and simply began to sway.
You giggled to yourself as you spun in a circle around your bedroom, your robe acting like a shorter version of your glorious dress as it breezed over your thighs. You pretended you were in Loki’s arms, his princely manner guiding you across the mossy floor of the palace. It was a bit comical that you were singing the song from Cinderella, knowing precisely that last night was indeed your Cinderella moment. The grand dress, the dancing, the pure love you felt from the beautiful Prince Loki - it was a Disney tale set out for you. It was a night you would never forget. But unlike Princess Cinderella, your night didn’t end at midnight. You were able to keep the Prince long after the ball was over.
Honestly, you were pleasantly surprised with how well you ended up taking the news of Loki’s prior engagement. You were sure you would have been met with feelings of regret, anger, and fury when you heard of Loki’s past. Perhaps a few weeks ago, that is exactly what you would have felt. But now, you felt that twinge of familiar jealousy and then, it was gone. It was gone because you knew Loki loved you. He had shown it, said it, meant it a million times. You were confident in your ability to love and be loved and you knew that never would have happened without Loki.
Loki had given you so much in these few short weeks. He had presented you with sex, sex, and more sex, but he also gave you love, excitement, devotion. And perhaps his most unique gift was the ability to love yourself. He showed you how valuable you were and how much worth you held within yourself. Weeks ago, you were anxious and low because it felt like no one wanted you, as emphasized by your still-there virginity. However, Loki had wiped those feelings away with a swipe of his hand. His care and affection proved to you that you were wanted in the most sacred way, and therefore you should want yourself.
As you looked at yourself dancing in the mirror, you did want yourself. You wanted this happiness, this confidence, this reassurance to never leave. For the first time in your life, you felt completely and utterly good.
You were pulled momentarily from your dreamy dancing when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. You paused but easily sank into the embrace of your lover. Those arms, so firm and loving, you would know them anywhere. You continued to sway gently as Loki held you from behind. He chuckled against your ear as he pressed a light kiss to your cheek.
“Someone seems a bit entranced,” Loki mused. “What has my darling in such a reverie?”
“Oh, I was just thinking about a beautiful prince I danced with last night,” you giggled. You spun the two of you around in a circle, his chest still pressed to your back. “He was rather handsome.”
“Was he?” Loki asked. You opened your eyes and met his gaze in the mirror. His lips were quirked up into a grin and he exhaled a beautiful laugh. “I’d like to meet him sometime.”
“You can’t,” you sighed. “He’s taken.”
“Really? By who?” Loki questioned. He spun you out of his arms so you were facing him. You assumed the position of your dancing last night - your hand folded in his, your other hand on his shoulder and his free hand on your back.
“By me,” you laughed as you two began dancing around your cluttered room. Loki easily lifted you over the piles of books and clothing strewn over the ground, making your waltz much easier. Loki lifted an eyebrow at your response and you shrugged. “We ran off this morning and got married just after you left to run your errand.”
“I was gone for not very long. Must have been a short ceremony,” Loki snorted. “Well, it seems you must get the divorce papers ready, for I think I’m going to have to steal you back and keep you all for myself.”
“And just how do you intend to do that?” you challenged.
“Like this.” Loki dipped you down, his hand on your back holding nearly all of your weight. His dark eyes glittered as his grin widened. And then, his lips were on yours - sweet, tangible love sinking into your mouth. You found your hands moving on their own accord into his hair to keep his head as close to yours as possible. His other arm found your waist and he continued to hold you in your dipped position, his feverish kisses making you feel all too warm in your robe. You whimpered against his mouth as you tugged on his dark locks. A growl escaped his lips and he pulled back. You caught your staggering breath as Loki licked his lips. “So, Princess, are you mine now?”
“Absolutely,” you said breathlessly. Loki laughed and hoisted you back up onto your feet. You felt a bit dizzy from the intensity of his kiss so you continued to hold onto him for good measure. Also, you just enjoyed holding him. As Loki stood before you, you now realized that he was wearing a beautifully tailored suit - a simple black and white piece that had you salivating at the mouth. “Did you have fun running your errand this morning?”
“Indeed I did,” Loki said. He waved his hand and you felt your robe slink off your body in favor of a black sundress. Flats appeared on your feet and as you looked back up, you noticed Loki holding his hand out. “Come on, I have something to show you.”
“Does this have anything to do with your errand?” you asked as you interlaced your fingers with Loki’s.
“Smart little kitten. Yes it does,” Loki answered. With his hand in yours, he walked you from your apartment. He shut the door behind you and led you down two flights of stairs. He walked down one of the hallways and stopped in front of a door. Loki pulled his hand from yours and reached into his pocket. Pulling out a small green box, Loki’s eyes locked onto yours. He reached the box out in front of him and shook it once. “For you.”
You lifted one eyebrow but took the box anyway. You removed the gold ribbon from around it before popping the top open. Inside was a single silver key. You looked back up at Loki and he gestured to the door.
“Open it,” Loki whispered.
“Alright,” you said in a trembling voice. You inserted the key into the lock and pushed the door open. The apartment looked nearly identical to yours, except it was slightly larger and significantly unfurnished. You crossed your arms over your chest as you walked around the rooms. Loki stayed in the doorway, his eyes watching your every movement.
“Do you like it?” he called out when you returned to the hallway by the door.
“It’s nice. It’s rather spacious,” you answered, tapping two knuckles against the walls. “I like the color of the walls.”
“Good. Because I bought it.”
“Excuse me?” you gasped, staring at Loki incredulously. His smirk gave you the answer you were looking for - he was not fibbing. Your jaw dropped a bit as you shook your head. “Loki...what did you do?”
“I told you, I bought it. It’s been vacant for a while so the rent was rather low on it. The landlord really wanted someone to move in,” Loki explained, scratching the back of his neck. “I wanted to get you out of that apartment but I knew you wouldn’t accept a grand move or anything large and spectacular. Trust me, pet, I was this close to buying you a damn mansion near the park. But we agreed to keep things simple - I take care of you, but within reason. I find this to be within reason. It’s a bit bigger than your apartment now but it’s what I could get without switching buildings. It’s closer to the ground floor so your beast of a dog doesn’t need to walk as far to go out and it has a better view.” Loki paused and chewed his lip. “I hope I haven't overstepped. I really wanted to treat you to something nice and while this isn’t as nice as I would have gotten if I had the liberty to do so, it’s a way to remove you from the toxic environment you were in.”
“Oh my goodness,” you whispered, turning to stare into the apartment, your vision of it completely different than before. Prior to this moment, it was just an empty collection of rooms. Now, it was your home. “You bought me a new apartment.”
“Sweetheart,” Loki murmured, walking up to you. He cupped your face and tilted your head upwards. “I did buy it for you but...but I also bought it for us. A place that is ours, that we can make our own. It’s just a placeholder until you’re comfortable moving to a larger place.”
“Our place?” you gasped. “This...this is ours? But what about your chambers on Asgard? Your temple? Your palace?”
Loki shook his head and chuckled, his thumbs brushing your cheekbones. “I don’t need it as long as I have you.”
“But you’re a god, a prince. What if Asgard needs you? What if…” A million questions ran through your mind but Loki quietly hushed your concerns, his green eyes calm and sure.
“If Asgard needs me, I will go and do my business and then return here. I’ve been by your side for the past few weeks and the realms haven’t fallen into complete chaos, so I think everything is just fine,” Loki chuckled. He rested his forehead against yours and sighed. “Please, darling. Please accept this gift.”
“As long as you don’t neglect your duties and let me help pay for it once I start selling art, then yes, I accept,” you said with a smile. A grin broke out on Loki’s face as he hoisted you up into his arms. You locked your legs around his waist as he spun you around in a circle. You laughed as he pressed kisses all along your face, his excitement leaking out onto you.
“Thank you, my love! Oh, thank you! This is going to be so much fun!” Loki cheered. He plopped you back down onto your feet and kissed you deeply. You squealed in surprise but easily melted into his touch. His mouth was hot and passionate against yours, moving quickly in an intimately heated kiss. By the time he pulled away, you were practically gasping for air.
“Is it your goal to make me pass out today?” you asked with a breathy laugh.
Loki shrugged and took your hand in his. “Perhaps. Now come on, let’s see what we can do with this place.”
Loki led you through the apartment, pointing out the different ways you could decorate each room and make it your own. There was a bit more closet space in this apartment, meaning you had more space to store your art supplies and other bits and bobs. Loki hinted - nay, whacked you on the head with the idea of actually not living in a cluttered space and for once, you felt okay abiding by that. For so long, your stuff was your safety net. Seeing it on your floor, on your shelves, on your furniture made you feel like you had something and that you weren’t alone. Instead of unread books, wrinkled papers, and faded clothing to fill your apartment, now you had Loki. You wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world.
When Loki walked you into the bedroom, he began chuckling. “And this will be the sex dungeon.”
“Sex dungeon?” you snorted. “Please, our entire apartment is a sex dungeon.”
“I love hearing you say that,” Loki said with a soft smile.
“What?” You lifted an eyebrow. “That we have a sex dungeon as an apartment?”
“No,” Loki laughed, wrapping you in a tight embrace. “Our apartment. Ours. It’s so perfect.”
“It does have a nice ring to it,” you giggled, your arms finding their way to rest in a loop around Loki’s neck. “There’s only one thing not perfect about all of this.”
“And what would that be, kitten?” Loki asked, his hands migrating down to your ass. He gave you a gentle squeeze and you bit your lip to hold in the moan that wanted to leave your mouth.
“We have to move all of my stuff,” you sighed.
“Consider it done, pet,” Loki said with a smirk.
It took a few hours, but Loki took care of all of the moving. With all of his magical powers, he had moved every single item from your old apartment to your new one - except for the Livets Blomst, that was moved carefully by hand. While he did that, you showed Cooper around the new place, and your dog was absolutely filled with excitement. He bounded from room to room, sniffing and yipping and rolling on the clean floors. As Cooper explored, you helped rearrange your things that Loki had brought downstairs to the new place. It went by faster than you expected, and while there was still a lot of work to do - sorting, throwing things away, remodeling - you were pretty much settled into your apartment by the evening. You had taken breaks twice to eat, but otherwise you and Loki were hard at work. You were determined to have at least the bathroom, kitchen, and most of the bedroom set up. By the time that was finished, you and Loki stood in the bedroom, your eyes locked. Then, he pounced.
“We’re going to christen every inch of this fucking apartment,” Loki groaned as he pushed you down onto your knees. He took his cock out from his trousers and shoved it between your lips. “And we’re going to start right here with you on your knees like the whore you are.”
True to his word, Loki fucked you on nearly every flat surface of the apartment - your bed, the walls, the shower, even the kitchen counter. He certainly got creative and for the following days, you were setting up the rest of your apartment with a permanent limp. Loki maneuvered around the rooms with a flashing smirk, knowing that he was the one and only reason for that bounce in your step. It made him proud, honored, and horny.
Which then, of course, led to you bent over another flat surface.
If this was what your life with Loki was going to be - which to be fair, it always had been - then you certainly wouldn’t have any complaints about the new apartment. When he wasn’t fucking you, Loki was extraordinarily helpful. He would prepare meals while you went through your endless pile of stuff, he would move furniture or boxes or really anything you needed with a flick of his wrist, and he would give his honest opinion on what he wanted. He always considered your needs and desires, and you considered his, making you both a naturally perfect pair.
Still, you wondered if Loki would ever feel cramped here. In your old apartment, it always felt like he was visiting and that the space wasn’t really his. But in this new space, he owned part of it. He could control what he wanted to see and what he didn’t. A small part of you was concerned that this would not be enough for Loki and he would long to return to Asgard. If that was the case, you would let him go and wait patiently for him to return. Because even though a small part of you doubted he would be satisfied in this home, a much larger part of you was confident that he wanted you and he would always come back for you.
You were sitting on your bed with a box opened in front of you. Loki was taking Cooper out as you filed through more things that he had moved down from your apartment. You were humming to yourself as you pulled out a green piece of fabric and paused in subtle confusion. You unfolded the material and stared at it. It was a small flag with Loki’s insignia printed in shimmering gold on it. You ran your thumb over the flag, trying to remember where you had gotten this from. You didn’t remember ever buying this or having Loki give it to you. Luckily, you heard the front door open just then, followed by the sound of Cooper shaking out his collar and Loki grumbling about something that had to do with wet dog smell.
“Loki, could you come here for a moment?” you called out. You kept your eyes focused on the flag as Loki entered your room.
“What is it, my love?” Loki asked, walking over to you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. His eyes caught the flag in your hand as you tilted it towards his gaze.
“What’s this?” you asked, tilting your head up to look at him. A mischievous grin was on Loki’s face as he chuckled, his own fingers brushing over the flag. You raised a curious eyebrow as Loki sat down beside you.
“It was a gift from me a long time ago, but I fear you never noticed it thanks to your clutter,” Loki snorted. “Let’s see if you recognize it now.”
Loki waved his hand over the flag and it shifted from green to silver. Loki’s emblem transformed into the insignia of Asgard. You immediately recognized the flag and gasped.
“You transformed my flag of Asgard into your own?” you laughed. Loki shrugged and snapped his fingers, immediately turning the flag back into his own. You rolled your eyes as Loki took the flag from your hand to play with it.
“I certainly did. I told you about it too, though I guess you forgot. I told you about it the same night I admitted to fixing your curtains and destroying that irritating novel. It was one of my ways of claiming you as my own,” Loki said, holding the flag up. “I did this on the night I returned back to you, our second night together. I didn’t realize I’d be so possessive over you so early on.” Loki’s voice got low and thoughtful as he looked down at the fabric between his fingers. “Maybe I always knew that you were the woman I would fall in love with.”
“With the amount of times we were having sex, I think it was bound to happen eventually,” you chuckled. You slid beside Loki and cuddled up to his side. His arm immediately wound around you as he placed the flag back into the box. You quickly picked it back up, wiggled out from his embrace, and stood on your knees. You walked to the top of your bed and tied it around the headboard. You fell back into a kneeling position as you looked at the flag hanging proudly and protectively over your bed. You shut your eyes as you fell into a kneeling bow, your forehead pressed to the bed. When you pulled yourself back up, you heard a ragged inhale from behind you. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Loki biting his lip as tears pooled in his eyes.
“You really love me, don’t you?” he whispered, his lower lip trembling. A single tear slipped from his eye and you jumped into his arms. Loki buried his face in your neck as you rocked him back and forth. It was rare to see Loki in a moment of vulnerability, but you were honored that he let himself show this side of himself around you. You stroked your fingers through his hair as he held you close to his body.
“I do love you, Loki. You are so worthy of love,” you whispered, kissing his head. “I’m so happy you came to me.”
“I’m so happy you called to me,” Loki said, lifting his head so he could look you in the eyes. “You and your desperate prayers to get fucked. Who knew the sweet little virgin calling out for me would turn out to be such a little sex kitten?”
“That was completely your doing and you know that. Do you want me to call to you again? Would that make you happy?” you giggled and looked Loki in the eyes. You licked your lips as you began praying inside of your head, your gaze never leaving Loki’s. Dear Loki, God of Sex, I pray that you come here and fuck me. I want you to push me down and make me cum over and over again. I want your mouth on me, your fingers in me, and your cock pounding inside of me…
Loki’s eyes widened and you knew he was hearing your prayer. Against your leg, you felt his cock stiffen in his trousers. His face grew dark and hungry, lust crowding his features. His grip on you became sharp, demanding, as you increased the filth of your thoughts.
Cum inside of me, Master. Show me who I belong to. You’re mine and I’m yours. Remind me of it. Please fuck me, Loki. I’m begging you to fuck me like I’m a worthless slut. Fuck and claim me...
“Oh, pet,” Loki growled. You knew that last phrase would do him in. He slithered his hand up to your throat and gave it a languid squeeze. He chuckled and leaned in, ghosting his lips over yours. “Don’t mind if I do.”
And then, he pushed you onto your back using the hand around your neck. You coughed as you hit the bed with a bounce. Loki pushed the box that you were filing through off of the bed, spilling its contents on the floor.
“Loki, that -”
“I don’t give a fuck about that box,” Loki growled, tearing your t-shirt in half with one sharp tug. Your shirt fell in two pieces from your chest, exposing your heaving breasts. “The only thing I give a fuck about is answering your filthy prayers, little girl.”
Loki crawled over you and connected his lips to yours. He kissed you with a hunger that only each other could sate. You pressed your hips up, trying to feel the friction of Loki’s cock against your wet cunt. You whimpered as he ground into you, his tongue dipping into your mouth to taste every inch of you that you would offer. Loki groped your breasts, tweaked your nipples, and bucked against your swollen clit.
“Loki,” you moaned as he moved his mouth down to your breasts. He sucked on your nipples, eyes locked with yours as he tasted you. Your nipples hardened into peaked buds, pebbled and aching for his tongue. Loki’s teeth scraped over your nipples, sending more blood to the surface.
“Such perfect breasts,” Loki moaned as he dragged his mouth over to the opposite breast. He kissed your nipple ever so delicately before sucking extra firmly on it. You arched your back, pressing your breast further against Loki’s face. He moaned and bucked harder against you. His nails dug into your ribcage and you shivered with painful pleasure.
“Master, I need you,” you whined, legs spreading to welcome Loki in. He lifted his head and continued to grope you, his eyes dilated so heavily that only a thin ring of green surrounded his pupils.
“Tell me what you want, my sweet little whore,” Loki purred, making the degrading term sound like a smooth compliment. You whimpered and pressed your hips against Loki’s, your cunt throbbing so violently that it almost hurt to be so empty. Your head was dizzy with need and you found yourself praying your desires before you could voice them.
Put your mouth on me, Loki. Bury your tongue inside of my cunt. I feel so empty without you. I miss having your lips sucking on my pussy. Please, Master, please, please, please…
“You’re a naughty little bitch,” Loki laughed before nipping your lips with his teeth. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Lo - ah!” you squealed as Loki kissed down your body and finally settled at your core. There was a glow and you watched his clothing vanish. He tossed your thighs over his shoulders, offered you a wink, and then buried his head between your legs. You moaned loudly as his tongue caressed your slippery folds. The tip of his tongue drew circles around your clit as his fingers began prodding your hole.
“Feel free to grab on, kitten. You won’t be able to for long.” Loki’s words left you feeling chilled. You thrusted your hands into his dark hair as he slowly slid his fingers into you. If he was going to tie you up at some point, you wanted to touch him as much as you could. You loved the feeling of his hair sliding between your fingers as you bucked down against his face. You gasped out his name, your body buzzing with fiery energy as he devoured you.
Every time Loki went down on you, you were wildly amazed at how good he was at using his mouth to pleasure you. You were positive that regular mortal men could not hold a flame to Loki’s talents. He was able to draw noises from you that you weren’t even sure human beings were capable of making. Today was no exception. It had been a while since Loki had eaten you out - approximately two days, to be exact. You were usually so caught up with the business of unpacking, sorting, and organizing that by the time you and Loki were wrapped around each other, you were in so much of a hurry to have his cock inside of you that you felt no need for foreplay. Now, both you and Loki were greatly enjoying the way he licked at you.
“You taste so fucking good, darling,” Loki groaned against your cunt, his lips brushing your clit with every word spoken. “I can’t get enough of you. I want you to hold me here as you cum on my face, do you understand? You’re going to cum all over me, you filthy slut.”
“Oh, yes Master!” you cried out as you held his head against your body. His fingers were thrusting into you harder now, curling and jabbing against every pleasurable point inside of you. Moans and growls escaped his lips as he mouthed at you, his tongue switching between tracing your folds and circling your clit. He would suckle on your clit, dark eyes still locked on yours, as your breasts bounced with your heavy breathing.
More...faster...harder...please, Loki, give me more. Make me cum. I need to cum. I beg you, Master!
“I plan to, sweet,” Loki chuckled darkly as he dragged his teeth over your clit. You didn’t even realize that you had been praying to him, your body full of such pleasure that you were completely unaware of anything occurring. All you knew was that your hands were locked in Loki’s hair and he was making you feel like you were on cloud nine. Your thighs trembled and shut around Loki’s head as your orgasm began to spike.
“Loki! I’m going...I’m going to…!”
“Do it,” Loki hissed. “Cum on me. Soak me, little girl. Make a mess of me.”
It was enough to undo you. You melted into the bed as your orgasm flooded your body. Your juices practically shot out of your pussy as you squirted all over Loki’s face. He moaned, his hips rocking against the bed as he licked up your arousal. Your body was teeming with sensitivity as Loki slowly slid his fingers out of you. He kissed up your body until his mouth met yours. You whimpered when you tasted yourself on his lips but it only turned you on further.
Fuck me...fuck me, Master. I need your cock in me. Pound into my tight little pussy. Make me your submissive little slut. I need you…
“Dammit!” Loki growled, his cock twitching against your leg. “You’re such a desperate whore for my cock. I love it. I’m going to make you pray for mercy, pet.”
Loki stood up on his knees and you watched as he untied his little flag from the headboard. He ran his fingers over it until the material expanded, making the flag much larger than before. Wordlessly, Loki grabbed your wrists and tied you up with his flag. His face was hard and dominant as he bound your hands together. With a satisfied nod, Loki looked back down at you.
“All mine,” he murmured with lust in his voice. Loki grabbed you by your thighs and pulled you towards him. Your arms shot out above your head as Loki easily slipped his cock inside of you. His head rolled backwards as he settled inside of you and you took a moment to admire his beauty. Pale skin, black hair, strong throat, muscled torso - you felt yourself clench around him. Loki must have noticed too because he began chuckling. “Like what you see, pet?”
“I love what I see,” you admitted with complete honesty. Loki’s head rolled forward and he flashed you the sexiest look you had ever seen. You clenched again and Loki groaned, his cock rocking back and forth inside of you in deep, slow thrusts.
“I could spend forever in this little pussy,” Loki hissed. “So tight and wet, wrapped around my cock like a snug vise. Mmm, that’s a good girl.”
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now!
“Demanding little slut,” Loki growled. Loki began thrusting into you, his hips snapping back and forth. His hands were locked onto your hips and he moved your body back and forth on him in time with his thrusts. You felt pleasurable pain blossoming from his harsh thrusts.
“Loki! Oh, yes!” you shouted. You were thankful that the second you and Loki moved in here, he erected the silencing spell. That way you could get fucked as loudly as you wanted and not a single person would hear you. You gasped and groaned, writhed and wiggled on Loki’s large cock.
“Take my cock, little girl. Take it like the fucking whore you are,” Loki grunted, his balls slapping against your sore pussy. You were throbbing desperately, that empty feeling completely evaporated as Loki pounded into you. Your hands clenched into fists as you resisted the urge to break out of your bonds and touch the glorious man above you.
“I love you, Loki. Oh my gods, I love you,” you cried.
“I love you so much. Fuck, you feel so -” A shrill ringing disturbed Loki’s movements. You craned your neck up and noticed your phone lit up on the bedside table. Loki’s brows furrowed as he looked over the screen. “Who is Gretchen?”
“Gretchen? She’s a friend from school. I haven’t heard from her in a while,” you gasped, looking at the screen. Loki’s cock pulsed inside of you and you moaned, turning your head back to Loki. “But she can wait. Come on, keep fucking me.”
“How can I resist such temptation,” Loki chuckled as he began snapping his hips into you. The ringing of the phone eventually stopped but a few moments later, it began ringing again. Still, it went to voicemail but began ranging shortly after. That didn’t surprise you - Gretchen was always a persistent caller. Loki growled and swiped the phone from the bedside table. “She won’t stop calling until you answer. So, answer.”
“Loki, I can’t answer! I’m getting fucked and my hands are -”
Loki ignored you and pressed the accept button. He switched the phone to speaker and you stared at Loki in shock. His cock was unmoving inside of you and you cleared your throat.
“Hello? Gretchen?” you said into the phone.
“Oh my gosh, hey!” she squealed through the receiver. Loki shrunk back at her shrill tone but laughed silently. “Long time no talk, what’s up?”
“Er, not much,” you said. Loki lifted an eyebrow in challenge and began thrusting into you again. You bit back a moan as the tip of his cock jabbed your g-spot. With your arms bound above your head, there was no way to silence your moans. You swallowed and took a deep breath, still giving Loki a pointed look. “What are you up to, Gretch?”
“Oh, not much. I switched jobs actually. I’m up at Park & Mason now. It’s a great position.” Gretchen continued to ramble on as Loki fucked you. The mischief inside of him was positively glowing. As much as you hated that he was fucking you while on call with your friend, even you could admit how hot it was. Between the party on Alfheim and now this, you were sure Loki’s inner exhibitionist was thriving. You tossed your head back and stifled a groan as Loki ground his cock deep inside of you. Your need to orgasm was quickly approaching but you did your best to hold it off. Loki, on the other hand, was doing everything in his power to force that orgasm out of you. His thumb swiped at your clit as he pounded into you even harder, faster. You were close to your orgasm when something Gretchen said caught your attention. “Anyway, the reason I was calling you was because I just moved and I found out I’m only a few blocks away from you!”
“Really?” you said, your voice cracking on the second syllable. Loki smirked with pride and you kicked his ass with your heel. Unfortunately for you, that only drove him deeper inside of you. You inhaled sharply as Loki took advantage of the new angle, fucking you with deliberate intensity. “That’s g-great.”
“Yeah, so I was wondering if you maybe wanted to grab dinner tonight. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you and I’d love to catch up,” Gretchen said cheerfully. You looked at Loki and he nodded.
“Sure, I’d love to,” you said. You grunted when Loki circled your clit extra quickly.
“Hey, is everything alright?” Gretchen asked.
“Yeah, everything is fine. I just moved myself, actually, so I’m a bit tired from all the heavy lifting,” you lied.
“Ah, I get that. Alright, well let’s meet at that cute outdoor cafe down on Vine Street. Sound good?” Gretchen asked.
“Sounds great,” you answered through gritted teeth. “I need to go. I’ll see you later.”
“See you, girl!”
Loki quickly hung up the phone, tossed it over his shoulder, and with one last thrust, you both were cumming. You clamped down around his cock and he spilled inside of you. He moaned your name as he pumped his cum into you, his essence dripping out of your pussy and onto your sheets. You groaned and let your head fall back.
“You are the worst,” you grunted.
“And yet you still love me,” Loki laughed, leaning over you and kissing you. He untied you as he kissed you and you let your arms fall around his neck to keep him close. You sighed into his mouth and when he pulled away, you shook your head.
“Somehow, I do,” you giggled. You traced his chest with your finger before pursing your lips. “So, a night out with Gretchen. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her.”
“Do you have a good relationship with her?” Loki asked. He slipped his cock out of you and settled beside you. Your cunt clenched around the air, already missing the feeling of his cock filling you up. You rested your head on Loki’s chest and curled into his side. He held you close to him as he stroked his hand along your naked back.
“I do. She’s a really good friend. We met at university and even though she was a different major than me, we spent a lot of time together. After we graduated, we went our separate ways. Hearing she’s in town for good is actually really nice,” you explained, your fingers drifting over Loki’s abs. “Gretchen was there for me when others weren’t. It was nice to have her around during college.”
“And you trust her?” Loki murmured.
You nodded and smiled. “I do. She’s an awesome friend.”
“Then I encourage you to have a good time tonight,” Loki said, kissing the top of your head.
“You aren’t coming?” you asked, peeking up at him. Loki shook his head but continued to smile softly down at you. He hugged you closer to him.
“No, I won’t,” Loki said. “You trust her and you’ve known her for a while. Plus, seeing another person will be good for you. I’m worried I’ve completely occupied your mind.”
“Is that such a bad thing though?” you laughed, rolling on top of Loki.
“Not at all. It’s just nice to have some variety,” Loki chuckled. He tapped your pendant. “I’m always with you, pet. As long as you wear this, I’m never far. And besides that, Cooper will be going with you.”
“Oh, he will, huh?” you questioned.
Loki nodded confidently. “Yes. I heard her say it was an outdoor cafe and every outdoor cafe in your area allows pets to sit beside the table. He will be going with you and keeping you safe. I know now he’s very capable of it.”
“How do you know so much about the rules of the local restaurants?”
“Well, I wanted to take you out one day and I figured it’d be nice to go somewhere with the three of us. Every cafe that has outdoor seating gladly welcomes dogs, even one as lethargic and grumpy as yours,” Loki explained. You swatted his chest and Loki sent his head back in laughter. After his chuckles died down, Loki looked back up at you and raised a suggestive eyebrow. “Now, let’s clean that shit up off the floor, organize a bit more, and then take a nice, hot, filthy shower together.”
That was how you found yourself sitting at one of the outdoor tables at the cafe four hours later. Cooper was lying beside you, his leash wrapped around the leg of the table. The waitress had placed a red bowl filled with water on the concrete for Cooper, which he was happily lapping up with his large tongue. Your eyes flitted around the street and an odd sort of anxiety filled you.
This was your first time away from Loki for a significant period of time for a while. You knew he was still lounging at home - legs probably spread a mile wide as he relaxed on the couch - but it still felt weird being out and about without him. Luckily, Cooper’s panting body helped ease your nerves slightly. Between your necklace and his collar, Loki would surely be at your side in an instant if you needed him.
But you wouldn’t need him. You were safe. Michael was gone and you were meeting up with a very good friend of yours. It was nice to see Gretchen after so long. Like you told Loki, she was a wonderful person that had stuck by your side all throughout college. She was polite, beautiful, and intelligent - everything you wanted to be.
You wouldn’t lie, you had always been slightly jealous of her, despite how much you liked her. It was so easy to like her. She was the one who actually formed that bit of insecurity within you. It wasn’t anything she did directly, but indirectly. Gretchen had always been affluent, her mother a retired lawyer and her father a retired doctor. They had her late in life, and she was their only child, giving her whatever she wanted. Because of all that money, Gretchen never had to worry about debt or loans - another aspect you were jealous of. She was the one who people fawned over, who got all of the men, who lived her sexual life to the fullest. At the time, you wished that you could have lived her life. Looking back on it, however, you realized if you had the life she did, you would have never met Loki. You smiled to yourself and brushed your fingers over your pendant, which hid beneath the thick neck of your dark sweater.
Just then, you heard your name being called out in a pretty, high-pitched voice. You looked up to see Gretchen walking towards you, an expensive coat hanging from her shoulders. Her arms were extended outwards and you stood with laughter, meeting her halfway and enveloping her in a hug. She shook you back and forth while squealing happily, her mouth stretched into a wide smile.
“Oh my goodness, how are you? Wait! Let me get a look at you,” Gretchen asked. She pulled back and held you by your shoulders. Her eyes scanned you up and down and she nodded. “Sweetie, you look so good!”
“Thank you, Gretchen,” you said with a blush. “And you look...expensive.”
“I feel expensive,” Gretchen giggled. She paused and frowned a bit. “Well, it’s not all good. My parents passed away two years ago and since I’m an only child, everything went to me. I didn’t realize how loaded they really were.”
“Gretch, I’m so sorry,” you said, pulling her into another hug. You could hear her getting weepy but she shook her head, waving her hand dismissively.
“It’s okay. I’ve had my time to mourn. I still miss them sometimes, though,” Gretchen sighed. She put on another smile and gestured to the table. “Let’s move past this negativity. Let’s eat.”
“Sounds good,” you agreed. You walked over to the table and Cooper perked his head up, his tail batting the pavement as you approached him. “Gretchen, this is my dog, Cooper.”
“Cooper! What a handsome fella,” Gretchen cooed as she sank into a squat. She let Cooper sniff her before scratching his cheeks. Cooper preened under her touch and flashed her a doggy smile. You knew if Loki was here, he’d be rolling his eyes dramatically at the compliment for Cooper. Gretchen rubbed his head before standing up and plopping into her seat. “He’s very pretty.”
“He’s my good boy,” you said. You looked over your menus for a few moments before the waitress came over and took your orders. After she left, you took a sip of your water and sat back in your chair. Gretchen asked how your life had been and you summed up what had just happened with work - it sucked, you quit, and now you were pursuing art. Gretchen clapped in excitement and wished you the best of luck. You smiled at her encouragement before gesturing your hand towards her. “So, how have you been?”
“Pretty great! The new job has a really nice pay and I have my own office. It even has ferns in it. I have my own office with fucking ferns!” Gretchen laughed. You laughed along with her, your side twinging in pain from your amusement. “And the new apartment is perfect too. It’s a two bedroom so if you ever want a ladies night, you can crash there in the guest room. No more back pains from couches. Oh, and I got some of the best dick of my life last week. The guy was so hot.”
“Wow, Gretch. It really sounds like you’ve got everything you wanted,” you noted, a slight pang of envy vibrating in your gut.
Yes, but I have Loki. She doesn’t.
“Well, almost everything,” she sighed. “Don’t get me wrong, the pretty house, the nice job, and the financial stability is great but dammit, I want a boyfriend. Yeah, I’ve been getting laid here and there but I’m finally ready for some romance.”
“It can be hard to find that around here. Everyone is always so busy and self-focused,” you commented.
“Sounds like you know from experience,” Gretchen said. You both paused as the waitress returned with your meals. She placed them on the table and you quickly dug in, your hunger peeking from your vigorous afternoon with Loki.
“Eh, sort of.” You shrugged non-committedly as you swept up some pasta with your fork. Gretchen watched you with narrowed eyes, her own fork dragging around her plate slowly. You knew that look on her face, the one where she was trying to read you. Finally, she smirked and pointed her fork at you.
“But you figured it out, huh?” she said with a smirk. “You’ve found someone.”
“What makes you say that?” you snorted. You looked down at Cooper and he gave you a dopey look. You reached down and scratched at his head, finding comfort in his soft golden fur.
“You look different,” Gretchen hummed. “Your eyes are brighter. You seem happier. You walked with a bounce in your step. You definitely didn’t do that in college. So what happened? Who did you meet?”
You chewed on your lip as you contemplated telling Gretchen about Loki. You never told anyone about your relationship with Loki and sharing it with her felt a bit odd. There was no way she would believe that you were fucking, let alone dating, Loki, God of Mischief and Sex. You cleared your throat and looked down at your plate.
“He’s just some guy,” you murmured.
“Sweetie, tell me all the details!” Gretchen said, bouncing in her chair a bit. You blushed and shook your head, but even you couldn’t resist talking about Loki. Even if you wouldn’t say his name, you could at least share some of his qualities.
“He’s...amazing, Gretchen. We just started seeing each other but he makes me feel like a princess. He’s tall, handsome, and super intelligent. He makes me laugh and feel so confident. You know how difficult of a task that is,” you stressed.
“Hell yeah it is,” she giggled.
“He’s really the sweetest. But oh my goodness, the sex…” you laughed. “He’s the best in bed.”
“Was he your first?” Gretchen wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. You blushed even harder but nodded in confirmation. Gretchen lifted her hand into the air. “Bring it here, girl. Good for you!”
“It feels good to not be a virgin anymore,” you laughed proudly, slapping your palm against hers. As you continued to eat, you told Gretchen a bit more about Loki. But as you spoke, you noticed an unfamiliar look in her eyes. Her lips were a bit tighter as she smiled, and although she still looked happy, you could tell she was a bit jealous of you for once.
“Well, I’m happy for you. Based on how much you’re glowing, it seems like Loki himself blessed you with the gift of sex,” she chuckled, finishing her meal. You paused, your glass of water raised halfway to your mouth. You panicked, wondering if you let Loki’s name slip by accident. Cooper noticed your hesitation and nudged your leg with his nose.
“What?” you asked.
“You know, Loki, God of Sex? This man must have been blessed by Loki to rock your world so much,” Gretchen explained, crossing one leg neatly over the other.
“Oh yeah, you’re right,” you mumbled as you put your glass down. You rubbed your hands along the tops of your thighs as you eyed Gretchen.
“The things I would do to meet Loki. I’ve heard so many stories about him. I always wonder if he hears my prayers,” Gretchen pondered.
“You like him?” you questioned, the weight of your pendant feeling slightly heavier against your chest.
“Like him? I worship him,” Gretchen nearly gasped. “I’ve never seen him before and I’ve only heard interpretations of how he looks but he sounds so handsome. Want to know a secret?”
“What?”
Gretchen leaned in and lowered her voice to a whisper. “I heard he’s been on Earth recently - close to here too. I attend this church nearby and one of our members, Paula, said she ran into him in the area. She showed us a card he gave her for the elders.”
“Wow.” You faked surprise. Gretchen nodded and her smile widened.
“If he’s really here, I bet our prayers will more likely be heard. Maybe I should ask him to swing by my place,” Gretchen giggled. You blanched, your face paling as you realized how much Gretchen was interested in Loki - your Loki. You swallowed and nodded weakly.
“You could give it a shot,” you whispered.
“Ah, it won’t work,” Gretchen said, waving her hand beside her head. Her expression was calm as she shook her head. “I’m just a loyal follower. Meeting him would be cool but it’s just a silly fantasy.”
Oh. Okay, so she wasn’t totally obsessed with Loki. She just wanted his attention. That made sense. Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling of jealousy that was manifesting inside of you. Gretchen liked Loki, that was obvious. But for so long, you were used to Gretchen getting the things that she liked and Loki was yours. You didn’t want to lose him to her.
It was ironic that you were sure Princess Kassandra of Alfheim couldn’t steal Loki from you but you were having doubts about Gretchen doing so.
Maybe it was because you knew Gretchen. You knew she was kind, funny, beautiful. You knew she was good at wooing men. You knew she liked Loki. At a point, Kassandra did too, but she was over him and with her own partner now, easing your concerns. The last thing you wanted was to be concerned about your friend finding interest in your lover.
For the rest of the dinner, you and Gretchen discussed random details of your life as you reminisced about the past. Yet, in your mind you were contemplating ways to push her away from Loki. What Gretchen wanted, Gretchen got. Unfortunately, that seemed to be Loki - or his attention, at the very least.
If you told Gretchen that you were with Loki, she wouldn’t believe you. She would think you were crazy and then you’d lose her after finally getting her back. But if she did believe you, what if she wanted to meet him? What if he found himself enjoying her company more than yours? What if her experience was more attractive than you?
Stop. Loki loves me. He says it every other sentence.
...But he hasn’t met Gretchen yet.
At the end of the night, you said quick goodbyes to Gretchen with the promise of seeing her again soon. You walked home with Cooper in tow, your head hanging low. When you pushed your way through the front door, you unhooked Cooper’s leash, walked into your room, and found Loki lounging on the bed. Above him, his flag was pinned to the wall. It was still large and it guarded your bed with a possessiveness that only Loki could politely display. He sat up upon seeing you but before he could speak, you crawled into bed and buried your head in his neck.
“Love, is everything alright?” he asked, his arms immediately wrapping around you like a tight security blanket.
“Tell me you love me,” you whispered.
“I love you, pet. I love you more than anything,” Loki reassured you. You reached for his pants and began stroking him through the soft fabric. His cock was hardening under your touch but Loki’s body stiffened in confusion. “Darling, what -“
“I need you, Loki,” you said softly. You looked up at him as you stroked his cock in your hand. “Please...I love you and I need you.”
“Pet, what happened tonight? Did Gretchen say something?” Loki asked, cupping your cheeks.
“She worships you,” you said bluntly. “But you’re mine.”
“I am yours,” Loki promised, his voice breaking off into a moan as you flicked your wrist. “I love you, sweet. You’re mine and I’m yours.”
You repeated his words in your head as he flipped himself over you and made love to you. And when he fell asleep while you still stayed awake, you continued to repeat them. Only a few blocks away, Gretchen was perhaps praying to him. Closing your eyes, you held onto Loki tighter.
Loki, God of Mischief and Sex, I pray that you love me forever. I pray that I’m enough for you. I pray that you need me as much as I need you…
“You are. I do,” Loki murmured, his voice thick and gravely from sleep. He snuggled closer to you and kissed your temple. “Your prayers are answered, kitten. There is no need to fret. Now go to sleep. I’m here and I love you. You’re mine and I’m yours. Always...”
You fell asleep, and although there were tears in your eyes, you believed him.
*
Thor looked over the balcony he was standing on and into the training fields. His eyes swept across the patches of mussed up grass and packed dirt. He reminisced about his time there when he was a child, how he would train with Loki and inevitably end up on his ass thanks to his brother’s adept magic. He chuckled as he remembered it, a longing filling him as he thought of his brother.
Asgard was quiet without Loki. Then again, anywhere was quiet without Loki. Thor felt like he should be used to it by now, considering he spent the past decade - and many decades before that - traveling the universe alone. He assumed though, after much thought, that at least when he was traveling, he was too busy to miss his brother. Now, sitting alone on a throne all day, he realized how lonely the palace truly could be without the mischief maker.
“My King,” Heimdall’s voice boomed from behind Thor. Thor turned and greeted his friend with a smile and a dismissive wave of his hand.
“I’m not King, Heimdall. We’ve been over this,” Thor sighed, shaking his head. Heimdall walked up beside him and turned his golden gaze to the nighttime stars. Thor watched his face dance with amusement as he turned to join him.
“But you will be,” Heimdall said. “And I am excited for the day that comes. You will be the best ruler Asgard and the Nine Realms has had in its history.”
“You speak too generously.” Thor was blushing, he noticed. He subtly rubbed his cheek with his large paw of a hand.
“I don’t. I mean it,” Heimdall said patting Thor on the back. It probably wouldn’t have been allowed but he was Heimdall and he had his own set of rules he followed. Plus, being Thor’s best friend gave him leave to do these things. “I’ve come to do more than just flatter you though, Thor.”
“What is it? Is it news of Loki?” Thor asked, turning his head to face Heimdall. For these past few weeks, Thor had been so worried for Loki. He had not spoken to his brother since he was mystically sent to Midgard. The last message he received from Loki was a curt message attached to their newest prisoner that read:
‘Thor,
Dress him in Asgardian garb. Keep him in the cells. Don’t let Odin see. He tried to kill my beloved.
P.S. If you want to castrate him, be my guest.
-Loki’
When Thor had read the message, he spit his mead out with laughter - not because the man tried to hurt you, but because of the joy that Loki finally realized he loved you. Admitting it, though, Thor wasn’t sure Loki did. Still, it was good to see that he finally came around. Thor listened to the note, of course, and while he didn’t castrate the mysterious man, he did slap him once or twice or ten times with his meaty hand.
Thor didn’t even know you but he was mad for you. Dammit, he wanted to meet the woman his brother was so smitten over!
Shaking his head, Thor returned back to the current conversation. Heimdall was not looking at him but he was nodding solemnly.
“Yes. I went to check on him today since it has been a moment since we have seen him, and he was...different,” Heimdall stated quietly.
“Different? How so?” Thor asked.
“He seems like he’s getting more powerful,” Heimdall whispered. “He went to Alfheim the other day, you see. He went to the ball that you forgot to answer your summons to.”
“Ah, my bad,” Thor chuckled.
“Yes, well he went there with the woman. They danced, had a good time, and left,” Heimdall explained.
“What is so wrong with that?” Thor questioned, his eyebrows knitted together.
“Thor, I did not transport them,” Heimdall said.
“What?” Thor gasped, his hands dropping to his sides. Heimdall nodded and his lips quirked up into a grin. He shrugged as he crossed his arms across his broad chest.
“Loki summoned the Bifrost - twice. He also worked some magic to make anyone who saw him and the girl lose their memory of him so it could not be reported back to King Odin,” Heimdall chuckled. “He kept Princess Kassandra’s memory, though. I feel he trusts her not to say anything.”
Ignoring the part of the memory wiping, Thor turned to fully face Heimdall. “He summoned the Bifrost? How is that possible?”
“The woman is unlocking something inside of him. It is making him stronger without him even realizing it. I think he believed I summoned the Bifrost for him that night. I did not. It was his doing by will alone,” Heimdall summarized. “He’s the God of Sex and he’s having...a lot of sex. That certainly could help.”
“What a sly dog,” Thor snickered. “Wait, you said you looked over him the night he fought our new prisoner. You said he was exhausted when he called to you. If he is getting stronger, why was he so weak?”
“I believe our prisoner may have had something to do with it, actually,” Heimdall grunted. “Do you not find it strange that once the prisoner is gone, his power grows?”
“You’re right,” Thor agreed. “This is very strange.”
Heimdall’s face remained stoic. “But I believe it could also be something else on top of all of this.”
Thor narrowed his eyes. He dropped his voice to a whisper despite there being no one else on the balcony. “Heimdall...do you think…?”
“I don’t want to make assumptions,” Heimdall murmured. “We would need to see for ourselves.”
“It is a blessing that Odin has not returned,” Thor groaned, rubbing his hand down his face. “He has been on Vanaheim for far too long.”
“That would be your mother’s doing, actually. Every time an issue becomes resolved, she coyly brings up another one, which then escalates and extends their time there,” Heimdall explained with a wave of his hand.
“She knows something,” Thor muttered. “She is doing that on purpose.”
“Of course she is. Queen Frigga is a calculating woman. Your brother gets that from her.”
“Right,” Thor sighed. “Let’s not mention this further. It is important Odin does not have any suspicions. If he does, he will seek to put an end to it. With her being from Midgard...no, it does not bode well. Secrecy is crucial, Heimdall.”
“Agreed,” Heimdall said with a curt nod. He went to turn away but Thor stopped him.
“Ah, Heimdall? Do you know if my brother has finally professed his love for this woman?” Thor asked.
Heimdall laughed and nodded eagerly. “He has, my friend. It is all good.”
“Thank the gods!” Thor cheered. Heimdall continued to laugh as he walked away from the balcony, leaving Thor alone once again. He leaned on the golden railing and stared into the sky. He sighed and rested his chin on a closed fist. “Oh, Loki...what is happening...”
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Chapter 24: The Bed Is Big Enough For All Of Us
Summary:
Last night’s whole ordeal with Gretchen has left a sour taste in your mouth. Loki, the ever-knowing Master, understands that he must show you how much he wants you in order to help ease your mind. He thinks he knows just the perfect way to do it, too.
Notes:
Happy Friday! This is it, the chapter so many of you have been waiting for. It breaks the filth scale, in my opinion. So, I won't make you wait any longer! Here it is, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
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Chapter Text
Growing up, all Loki ever wanted was to be a god.
When he was a child, he knew that he would become one someday. His place on the pantheon was yet to be determined, but he knew a spot would be assigned to him on Yggdrasil soon enough. He waited and waited, anxious that one day he would wake up and the answer would be clear. Frigga would prepare the temple, Odin would arrange the ceremony, and the deed would be done.
It had happened to Thor just prior to it happening to Loki. The young blonde was a storm wherever he went. He had boisterous foot steps, loud appearances, and powerful presences. It was obvious, according to Odin at least, that the boy was destined to become the God of Thunder, Lightning, and Storms. It was the power he held that would make him perfect to be King - which, looking back, Loki now understood was ironic to assign the crown to one son when the other had yet to find his place.
The ceremony for Thor was loud and exciting, and the entire time, Loki imagined what his own ceremony would be like. Thor had always taken an affinity to reds - maroon, crimson, burgundy - so it only made sense for the drapes and decorations to be dyed such a color. But for Loki, he could not see his color being so loud, so pronounced. His color, which had almost been decided completely by Frigga, would be green. She said it matched his eyes and dark hair, which Loki could agree to, since mothers know best, of course.
After Thor’s ceremony, Loki was so determined to find out where he fit in life that he begged Frigga for advice. Her answer was to begin teaching Loki a sprinkling of magic to see if his destiny resided within the mystic arts. She was right, as she always was, and once Loki began learning the basics, he was keen on testing out what he learned outside of his classes. Unlike most magic users who would practice strictly what they learned, Loki was more interested in seeing what he could do with the spells. Due to his immaturity and youth, Loki often got those spells wrong, but they resulted in some mischief and chaos. When he took more to the chaos than he did to the classic teachings, it was determined that Loki was to be the God of Mischief.
From there, Loki made it his mission to become a strong, powerful, protective god. He was aware that mischief, lies, and foolery could cause him to become a segregated god, one that not many beings trusted. He would forever be known for his trickery and deceit, though that wasn’t all that made Loki up. He was passionate, creative, witty, charming, and of course, intelligent. As Loki grew older, he knew when it was appropriate to be chaotic and mischievous, deceptive and full of lies. But he also knew when to calm the fire, to put honesty first, and to put some fun aside for serious manners.
All in all, he did well. Better than anyone actually expected, really. Maybe that was one of the reasons why he was so motivated. Being an all-powerful god was Loki’s dream and he had achieved it.
But things were changing.
The difficult thing about being a god is that you can never truly give all of yourself to one person. There are trillions of beings who need the attention of a god, their care and security. A god needs worshippers, and without those worshippers, they lose their power. They shrivel and become weak, helpless, nothing. When Loki decided that he wanted to become the God of Sex, part of it was solely because it would increase his amount of followers, thus increasing his strength. But now, he did not want those followers, those worshippers, those priests.
He just wanted you.
When Loki woke up that morning, you were still practically on top of him. You were curled into his chest, the point of your cold nose poking his skin. Loki stared down at you and immediately felt his heart shatter into pieces. There were dried tear tracks on your cheeks. Loki wrapped his arms tightly around you and pulled you in impossibly closer.
You had cried. You had cried and he wasn’t there to dry your tears. Loki buried his face in your hair and took in the scent of your shampoo, perfume, and the hint of sex still clinging to your soft, supple skin from last night. He had fallen asleep so quickly the night prior. He wasn’t physically exhausted as he usually was - he was just a bit tired. It was no surprise, really, given he spent the entire five or six hours you were gone answering prayers - something he, admittedly, had neglected to do these past few days. There was a lot going on, a lot of begging, desire, worship that needed his attention. And then when you arrived home, you climbed him like a tree in your own sort of begging, desire, and worship. But that worship came from a place of hurt.
Your friend, Gretchen, worshipped Loki. She got onto her knees, folded her hands, and sent up prayers to him. He did not know how often, but given how upset you were over it, he assumed it was a frequent ordeal. Loki knew you were growing more confident. Fuck, you barely even batted an eyelash at his previous engagement. But this, it hurt you. He needed to know why.
Gretchen was supposedly a good person, at least according to you. Was her worship so ghastly to bring tears to your eyes? This was the part of godliness Loki was beginning to resent. Even though he was yours, a piece of him still belonged to the realms, to the strangers that followed him, to the friends of yours that did too.
Loki loved being a god. He loved the power, the strength, the endurance that came with it. He loved his temple, his robes, his magic. But with every passing day, he found he loved you more.
He wanted to spend forever with you. Forever, however, was not in your cards.
Looking down at you, Loki was hit with the emotional truth of your relationship - you were a mortal, he was not. Loki wasn’t a fool, he knew this was going to be an issue he had to face eventually. However, he never really thought that you two would ever get to the point of love. Now that you were here, he had some serious thinking to do.
Perhaps the first time Loki really realized the difference in your life spans was at the ball. The beings of the many other realms had him seeing the shortness of your life, and the even shorter span of your youth. Watching you grow old would not bother Loki, but he did wish he could grow old with you. He’d stay by your side until the very end, if you would let him, at least.
Bringing your life spans together would be a sincere challenge. As Loki brushed his knuckles along your bare back, he wondered what he could possibly do to extend your life. He couldn’t shorten his own - losing his godliness would throw the entire pantheon off balance and chaos, destruction, and darkness would flood the realms. Especially now that he was the chief of two pillars, leaving behind his immortality was not an option.
But giving you immortality...that could work. Maybe.
Thor had always told Loki that he was the most powerful sorcerer in all the Nine Realms. Well, he wasn’t wrong. Loki was the most powerful sorcerer - a fact he prided himself on, of course. Yet, there were still powers and gifts that even he was not allowed to possess, one of which being the gift of bestowing immortality. That was a power that only the Allfather could have.
And if Odin’s way of speaking about you before was any indication, giving you immortality was not something the Allfather would do.
Maybe Loki could convince him to give you the gift of immortality. Fuck it, he’d even fall to his knees and kiss Odin’s boots if it meant he could keep you forever. He would do anything to let you stay by his side for the rest of his years. Living without you...it wasn’t something he wanted to consider. And perhaps that knowledge of his own self-destructiveness brought on by your loss would be enough to persuade Odin.
After all, they didn’t call him Silver Tongue for nothing.
He would wait until the time was right. Considering it, Loki decided he would go through Frigga. The golden goddess would certainly - possibly - be able to convince Odin to give you his lifespan. And if Frigga couldn’t do it, well, no one could. The old man was soft only for his wife, no one else.
It was these thoughts that had Loki’s face so cold and hard that it stopped him from noticing that you woke up. He was staring ahead of him, brows furrowed and jaw clenched tightly. He wasn’t sure how long you had been awake for when your fingers stroked his face.
“Hey good looking,” you murmured, voice still riddled with deep laziness. Loki’s face instantly softened upon seeing your tired gaze. He brushed his hand along your cheek and smiled down at you.
“Good morning, pet,” Loki whispered.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, propping yourself up a bit more so you could look Loki in the eyes easier. “You looked like something was bothering you.”
“I’m just concerned,” Loki admitted. He wouldn’t go into full detail of his concerns about your lifespan and how it was nearly impossible to change it. Instead, Loki looked down pointedly at you. “About you. Sweetheart, what happened last night?”
A shadow casted itself over your face and Loki almost regretted asking you such a heavy question so early in the morning. Your eyes tore away from his face as you shook your head.
“It’s nothing,” you spat. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Pet,” Loki warned. “Watch the tone.”
“Sorry,” you grumbled. “I just really don’t want to talk about it.”
“We have to at some point,” Loki reasoned, cupping your face in his hands. His thumbs danced over your cheeks before tapping at your cheekbones. “I woke up and saw tears on your face, sweet. I hate seeing you cry, you know that. What brought such tears to your eyes?”
You let out a deep breath and grimaced. “Let me start by saying last night started out really great. It was so nice to see Gretchen. I...I even got to talk about you.”
“You did?” Loki asked. “Is that how you found out she worships me?”
“Well, no. I didn’t say your name,” you mumbled.
“Why not?” Loki questioned, a slight growl in his voice. You looked back at his face and saw a darkness over it. You shifted nervously but Loki gripped your body tighter. “Why won’t you tell anyone about me?”
“Because they’d never believe me!” you protested. “Why would I be dating the God of Mischief and Sex? Everyone would think I’m crazy.”
“But with your friend, this is different. If she didn’t believe you, I could go to her myself,” Loki offered.
“That’s the problem, Loki. I’m stuck in a box here,” you sighed, rolling off of Loki and onto your back. You stared up at the ceiling, eyes watering from your frustration. “Whether she believes me or not, she’ll want to meet you for proof. And she worships you, meaning she’s going to be infatuated with you. It’s hard not to be infatuated with you.”
“Are you that concerned that my eyes will stray from you?” Loki propped himself up onto his elbow so he could look down at you. You shrugged and began picking at the dry skin around your nails. Loki rested his hand over yours, but he could still feel your fidgets under his touch. Loki sighed and gripped your hands, pulling them apart. “It is impossible, beloved. I could never love another but you.”
“You say that now but what if it’s not true?” you whispered, looking at Loki with the slightest turn of your head. Your voice cracked as tears filled your eyes. “I don’t want to lose you, Loki.”
“Oh, pet. You’re never going to lose me,” Loki cooed. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours for the first time that morning. He tried not to think about the fact that loss could be in your future - distantly, and with age - as he kissed you. Your lips were sweet, a bit tangy, and Loki was getting drunk off of your taste. You sighed into his mouth and reached up to tangle your hands in his hair. Loki’s persistent cock bumped against you and he could hear a giggle escape your lips. Loki took advantage of your parted lips to sink his tongue into your mouth greedily. His tongue wrestled with yours for a few moments before you pulled away to catch your breath. Loki brushed his knuckles over your pendant and hummed. “Do you believe me now?”
“Loki, I know you love me. You’ve proved it over and over again and I feel like a fool for feeling doubtful every now and then,” you explained. “It’s just...with Gretchen, things are different. She gets everything she wants - money, men, nice jobs. She’s great, but I’ve had to deal with that all throughout school and it’s concerning knowing she wants you.”
“My beautiful girl,” Loki whispered. “Just because she is a worshipper of mine does not mean that I want her.”
“I worshipped you. You wanted me,” you stressed.
“Because you’re you. You enamored me,” Loki reasoned.
“She could enamore you too,” you grumbled.
“Stop this!” Loki groaned. He ran a hand down his face in frustration and you winced, worried you had upset him. Loki looked back down at you and you could see the desperation in his eyes. “I know this is hard for you to believe but I do not want anyone else but you. Do you know how many people pray to me every day? Trillions. Trillions, pet. And where am I? Here. I’m here with you and no one else. They pray to me for love, sex, pleasure and yet the only person I want to see, live that out with, and quite frankly, fuck into the mattress, is you. No one, not a single worshipper, can take that away.”
“Thank you,” you whispered. You reached down and slipped your hand into Loki’s, tangling your fingers together. His hand was much larger than yours, practically swallowing your tiny fingers and unsteady palm. Loki lifted your hand to his mouth and kissed it, looking into your eyes the whole time. You shivered as he placed your hand back down, his still locked with it. “It’s hard sharing you with the world sometimes.”
“If it was up to me, I wouldn’t listen to any of them,” Loki admitted with a nervous flush on his face. “I would spend all of my time with you.”
“But you can’t and I understand that,” you said softly. “It gets tough at times, that’s all.”
Loki sat there silently for a few moments, his eyes staring down at your intertwined hands. He hated seeing you feel so lost during all of this. Your time with Gretchen was supposed to be fun and yet it had stressed you out more than meeting Kassandra had. As Loki stroked his thumb along the back of your hand, an idea slowly began formulating in his mind.
Was it time? Were you ready?
You had to be.
It might be the only thing to shake you from this funk.
“Pet,” Loki said slowly, his eyes dragging up your body to meet yours. His irises were dark and you could see he was working something through in his mind. “I need you to listen to what I say. You will be a good girl and do as I tell you to.”
Your body perked up, the submissive in you reacting to Loki’s stern, dominant voice. So he was planning something. Whatever this something was, he felt it was appropriate given everything you had just confessed. You trusted him to take care of you, to make you feel better. Loki always knew what you needed. He was a smart Master, a protective dominant, and a caring lover. You licked your lips and nodded, your heart fluttering in your chest.
“What can I do for you?” you asked. Loki grunted and sat up onto his knees. He pulled you up with him and placed his hands on your hips. You looked at his bare chest and felt your throat grow dry, his beauty always astounding you. “May I touch you?”
“You may,” Loki answered. You placed your hands on Loki’s chest, smoothing your hands over his creamy skin. Along his neck and pectorals were the purple, blue, and red evidence of your loving that you had left behind with your mouth. You leaned closer into him, your eyes drawn to the marks. Loki cleared his throat and your eyes met his.
“Sorry, Master,” you murmured.
“Oh, pet, never apologize for worshipping me,” Loki chuckled. You blushed and shook your head with a half-hearted laugh. Loki straightened his back and tightened his hold on your hips, the tips of his fingers lining up with the many marks he had dug into your skin before. “Today is going to be a special day. My good girl needs me. She needs me to take care of her and show her my devotion. I am more than willing, because I love you and I want you to feel better, to feel complete, to feel me with you. Before that happens, however, you must take care of yourself. Are you ready for your instruction?”
Ah, he was giving you that voice, that look. It was the voice of someone who was calculating what he was going to do and that he knew you needed to be guided, your hand held. His eyes told you that you must listen or else a punishment would be in order.
“I am,” you said with full honesty. Loki’s lips twitched into a slight smile, your submission always pleasing him more than he could put into words.
“Such a good girl. First, you are going to go into your bathroom. Brush your teeth, do your business. Next, you will shower with extra warm water. Use the body wash you own that smells like roses. Wash your hair and body thoroughly. When you are done in the shower, I want you to dry off and rub the vanilla lotion on the counter on yourself. Your skin must be soft and supple for me, understood?” Loki asked, earning a nod from you. “When you are done with that, dry your hair. It must not be wet. Once your hair is dry, dress in the silk robe that will be hanging on the bathroom door. When you are done, meet me in here.”
“Yes, Master.” Your heart was thumping in your chest so hard that you were sure your pendant could bounce off of your skin from it.
“Good girl. My good, good girl,” Loki whispered, dipping down and pressing his lips to yours. His cock was still hard as it poked your stomach. You moaned into his mouth, the taste of his lips purely intoxicating. You whined when Loki pulled away, his laughter filling the air. “Trust me, pet, there will be much more where that came from. Now be a good girl and get in the shower.”
“Yes, Master,” you sighed dreamily, your mind already relaxing. It was a wonder how Loki could always improve your mood with a simple touch of the lips. Your eyes fluttered open again and you reached up to brush your hand along Loki’s face. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“You don’t even know what I’m going to do,” Loki pointed out.
“I don’t need to. I know whatever you have in mind will be good for me. You know me better than anyone,” you assured him with a light smile. “I love you, Loki.”
“I love you, my beautiful girl,” Loki groaned, diving in to kiss you again. This kiss was a bit more heated, more promising of what was to come - whatever that was. Loki had to physically push himself away from you, his arms straightened to keep you far away in order to clear his head and prevent himself from getting swept up in the moment. “Go now or a spanking will be in order.”
“Don’t tempt me.” You winked before sliding off of the bed. You yelped as Loki smacked your ass anyway, a sly grin on his face. You rolled your eyes but giggled as you strode into the bathroom and shut the door behind you.
You did precisely as Loki instructed. Your shower was warm and it made your skin feel extra soft and smooth. You wondered why Loki wanted your skin to feel a certain way, but you shrugged it off. It was best not to question your Master when he gave you such rules. Once you were done in the shower, you lotioned your skin up and briefly took an appreciative sniff of your shoulder. You melted at the sweet scent radiating from you and you were positive Loki would adore it as well.
It took you some time to dry your hair. Normally, you’d let your hair air-dry before running the blow dryer over it but since you were fresh out of the shower, your locks were still heavy with water. When your hair was free from moisture, you turned towards the door and saw a silk robe materializing from a green glow.
“Tricky man,” you chuckled as you slipped the robe on. It was soft silk that cooled your warm skin. The robe was emerald green with black lace trim and a black belt. You tied the belt around your waist as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked like you - no make up, no extravagance, no dolling yourself up - and yet, you looked good, fresh, pure. Your eyes were bright and your skin felt like it was glowing. You looked like a woman who was in love with a beautiful, erotic, seductive man, and you were. That man loved the woman in the mirror back - the woman who was, at her core, just herself. You smiled and with a breath of confidence, you stepped out of the bathroom and into your bedroom.
The curtains were drawn so the room was darkened, only illuminated by the soft flickering of dozens of candles scattered throughout the room. Still, you could see perfectly fine. You looked around and saw Loki standing on the opposite side of the bed, his torso bare and reflecting the yellow candlelight. He wore a pair of leather trousers that hugged his thighs in such an arousing way that you could feel yourself already getting wet. You pressed your own thighs together as Loki looked over you with a dark, heady look.
“Look at you,” he practically moaned. His hard cock stretched the front of his pants and you wanted to sink to your knees and take it into your mouth. Loki started walking around the bed, his eyes never leaving you. His bare feet moved silently across the floor as he approached you. “You look so gorgeous.”
“You don’t look half bad yourself,” you whispered. You tentatively placed your hands on Loki’s chest. You felt the beating of his heart under your palm as you spread your fingers over his pectorals. Loki was always a beautiful sight, but the way the candles made his skin illuminate had you even more in awe of him. You smoothed your hands over his chest as you glanced back up at him. “What is your plan for today?”
“Kiss me and you’ll find out,” Loki purred, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. You reached up onto your toes as Loki dipped his head down. When your lips touched, you felt a flood of warmth rush to your cunt. You were so desperate for him, for his touch. His hands grasped your hips possessively, dragging your body closer to his. The hard length of his cock pressed against your body through his pants and you moaned into his mouth. Loki took a deep breath and then suddenly, there was a set of lips kissing the side of your neck. You yelped and jumped forward into Loki’s body. You peeked over your shoulder to find...Loki.
“Wait…” you murmured, turning back to confirm that you were still in Loki’s arms. It took a moment but then it clicked. “Oh! Your clone.”
“Yes, he’s back,” Loki whispered, his hands stroking along your back. You kept your eyes on the clone and watched as his eyes scanned your body with a sincere hunger. Your heart rate kicked up and you swallowed as the original Loki bent his head down so his lips were by your ear. “And I’m ready to let him join us.”
“W-What?” you gasped, looking again between Loki and his double. Loki nodded slowly, a wicked grin growing over his face. Your eyes widened as the clone stepped behind you and cupped your hips. Having two sets of Loki’s hands on your body was exhilarating and it was making it hard to think. “But w-why?”
“Every day, you sit there and watch me share myself with the rest of the world. But even in those moments, I am completely and utterly yours. So, I want to show you that. I want to show you that all of me, all of who I am, is devoted to you. I want you to be surrounded with me, pet,” Loki urged. At the same time, the two Loki’s both pressed their pelvises against you and you felt their cocks grind against you. Your cunt fluttered and you whimpered as Loki gripped you tighter. “I want you. I need you so badly. Let me have you - let both of me have you.”
“Please, pet,” Loki’s clone whispered from behind you. His lips dragged over your neck and his warm breath bounced off of your neck. “Let us take you.”
“Oh...oh fuck...please…” you moaned, tossing your head back as Loki captured your lips and his clone bit your neck. Their hands ran along your body and you were terribly annoyed with the robe all of a sudden. Your cunt throbbed with need as their hands explored your body, their own grunts and moans caressing you. Loki pulled away and gestured to his clone with a jut of his chin.
“Kiss him. I want to watch,” Loki whispered. You nodded and turned your head towards his clone. You kissed the clone eagerly, his lips tasting exactly like Loki’s. Your mind spun with excitement at all the things they could do to you. When the clone pulled away, their hands went to your robe. They untied the black belt and let the robe fall open. The clone pulled it from your shoulders and it pooled on the ground at your feet.
“So beautiful,” Loki’s clone grunted. “You’re all ours.”
“You’re the only woman who has ever had this,” Loki said.
“The only woman who ever will have this,” his clone agreed. Their greedy hands groped your breasts, ran over your stomach, and grabbed your ass. You spread your legs but Loki tutted and placed his hands on your shoulders.
“On your knees, little slut,” he instructed. You immediately fell to your knees as both Loki’s turned towards you. Their eyes were dark and filled with lust as you looked up at them through your lashes. There was a shimmer of magic and with a green glow, both Loki’s were naked in front of you.
“Oh my...Master…” you whimpered as you watched them slowly stroke their cocks in front of you. Their cocks were long, hard, and flushed red to the tip. When the clone’s cock formed a drop of precum at the tip, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. He hissed and the drop fell onto your tongue. You swallowed it, savoring the taste of the glossy bead.
“She’s such an obedient pet,” Loki’s clone noted.
“I’ve trained her well. I could snap my fingers and she would do whatever I tell her to,” Loki snickered. He rolled his head back towards you as his hand pumped his cock. “Tell me your colors.”
“Green is good, yellow for slow down, and red for stop,” you repeated them, a mantra you had memorized since Loki gave them to you. “And before you ask, I’m so very green.”
“Good girl,” Loki laughed. He reached down and patted your head. You basked in his praise and kneeled up straighter, your breasts pushed out enticingly. Loki dropped his hand and gestured between him and his clone. “Now, we are your gods, kitten. We are the ones you pray to, correct?”
“Yes, Master,” you agreed with a fast nod.
“And it seems only fair for you to worship us in the way we expect, yes?” Loki’s clone asked. Again, you nodded. He smirked and grasped your chin in a tight grip. He bent over and kissed your forehead with a mixture of love and mockery. He pulled away and winked. “Then get to work, little one.”
The clone stood up straight and you tentatively reached up and grasped both of their cocks at once. The Loki’s moaned in unison as you pumped them, your right hand on Loki’s cock and your left hand on the clone. You felt filthy on your knees, stroking the cocks of your Master and his clone. But that whorish feeling exhilarated you. You always wanted to please Loki but now you wanted to please him even more. You knew his clone was just an extension of himself but now that there were two of him, it was a greater audience, a bigger judge, and you needed to give this your all.
You needed to prove that Loki should want you and only you.
You leaned in and gave both cocks small kisses on their tips as you continued to pump them. Loki groaned and his clone hissed, their sounds of pleasure music to your ears. After kissing both of their cocks, you decided on sucking the clone’s first, knowing how much Loki loved to watch you play with his double.
“Oh, that’s it. Such a good girl,” Loki’s clone moaned as you wrapped your lips around his cock and sunk downwards. You continued to pump Loki’s cock with your other hand as you bobbed on his clone. Your eyes were locked with his and his hand had found its way to the back of your head. He pushed you down on his cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat. His chest heaved as he stared down at you. “Fucking magnificent.”
“Isn’t she?” Loki mumbled. As you sucked his clone’s cock, you flashed your eyes up at the original Loki. He was watching you intently, his eyes ablaze with overwhelming arousal. His cock was dripping with extra precum and it felt like a sin to waste it. You caught it with your fingertips and when you pulled off of the clone’s cock, you licked Loki’s precum off your fingers. “She’s also a whore for cum.”
“I’ve noticed,” Loki’s clone snickered. He glanced at Loki with a raised eyebrow. “Perhaps we should treat her.”
“I think we should,” Loki agreed. He turned back to you and his tone turned dark, harsh, and dominant. “Here, pet. Don’t neglect your duties.”
“Yes, Master, I’m sorry,” you whimpered as you wrapped your lips around Loki’s cock. Loki tossed his head back as you bobbed along him, your eyes watering at the intensity of his length. Your pussy was aching, desperate to be filled by one of them and it took everything in your power not to touch yourself. Your hand sped up over the clone’s cock, trying to distract yourself from the arousal between your thighs.
“Take me deeper. You’re doing so good, princess,” Loki cooed. You batted your eyelashes, blinking your tears away as you sank further down on Loki’s cock. His hips thrusted forward and you sputtered, but managed to keep your jaw unlocked and your tongue flat beneath his weight.
You followed this routine for the next few minutes. As you sucked on one Loki’s cock, you’d pump the other. You alternated between them, your cheeks smeared with tears and your chest heavy with the need to breathe. But air was not your first priority. The only thing you cared about was giving Loki and his clone the pleasure they required. You would abandon your needs completely if it meant they were pleased by you. Whimpering, you bobbed quickly on the clone’s cock. There was a growl that formed from his chest when he yanked you back. The clone and Loki both held you by the back of your head and they tilted your face upwards towards them.
“Open up, little girl,” Loki growled. You opened your mouth and let your tongue stick out. Your eyes widened and your pussy dripped as you watched them both furiously stroke over their cocks. You whined, your eyes pleading for them to release on you. One of them gasped your name - you weren’t sure who, you were focused on their cocks - and with a symphony of moans, the two Loki’s came all over you.
They shot onto your awaiting tongue, over your cheeks, your chest, your collarbones. Their cum dripped down your jaw and your neck. You kept your tongue out until they were finished cumming. You closed your mouth and drank it all down, eyes shut with bliss as you tasted their sweet and salty release.
Loki and his clone watched you in awe as you opened your eyes back up and began cleaning their cum off of you. You collected it on your fingers and fed it to yourself. Feeling slightly neglected because he wanted to be the one to feed it to you, Loki sank to his knees and began force feeding you his cum. You sucked on his fingers like you did with his cock, your eyes locked with his as he slipped his cum down your throat.
“I am so fucking in love with you,” he whispered, lust still making his voice heavy. “And I’m not even close to being finished with you.”
“Give me everything you got,” you challenged with a wink.
“You’re going to regret that,” Loki snickered. He looked behind you and nodded. “Grab her.”
You yelped as his clone hoisted you up by your arms. His hands were locked around you tightly, almost painfully, and his persistently hard cock poked against your backside. Loki smiled evilly at you as he walked past you and onto the bed. He sat with his back against the headboard, his legs spread out wide in front of him. His own cock was sticking up, already flushed and hard again. Loki lifted a single finger and curled it, gesturing you towards him. You looked up at the clone and bit your lip.
“May I go over to him, Master?” you asked. The clone’s jaw dropped and his cock bounced against your back. On the bed, Loki sucked in a harsh breath, his eyes darkening. Under any other circumstance, calling anyone other than Loki your Master would be betrayal and would perhaps break his heart. But this clone was Loki and calling him Master only aroused your beloved Loki even further.
“Go on, kitten,” the clone said. He released his grip on you and you climbed onto the bed. Loki cupped your cheek and kissed you fiercely, his passion melting into your mouth. You hummed happily as he pulled away and spun you around. Your back was pressed to his chest as he positioned you against him. His lips teased your pulse and he chuckled.
“Oh no, look at what he did to you,” Loki tutted. You looked down at your arm and gasped at the bruises already forming from Loki’s clones fingers. Ah, so that was why he wanted your skin to be soft. He wanted it to be easier for it to mark you. Preening at the marks, Loki clicked his tongue and looked at his clone. “You better come make it up to her.”
“Such a good idea,” the clone laughed. He crawled onto the bed and settled on his stomach between your spread legs. He winked up at you before diving in and devouring your pussy. You arched forward but Loki’s hand wrapped around your neck and held you against him.
“Look at him playing with your pretty little pussy,” Loki moaned into your ear. “Watch how he fucks you with his tongue.”
“Oh my...oh fuck…” you cried out, your eyes trained on the way the clone ate you out. He was moaning against you, his tongue flickering around your clit as his fingers traced your folds. He kept his eyes on you too, his hips rutting into the bed. His mouth was talented, extremely so, and you weren’t sure how long you would last considering how turned on you already were.
“You taste divine, pet,” Loki’s clone groaned. He looked over your shoulder at Loki and grinned. “Hold her open for me.”
“Oh, she’d love that,” Loki agreed. He reached his hand down and spread his fingers into a v-shape, holding the folds of your cunt open. You let out a sharp moan as Loki’s clone went back in to taste you, his fingers sliding inside of you and pumping quickly. You flailed around, but Loki’s grip on your neck made it nearly impossible to move. He hummed and kissed your jaw. “Look next to you.”
“What - fuck!” you gasped as you noticed the large mirror that had appeared beside your bed. In it, you could see the three of you tangled together - Loki behind you, your body resting over his, and your thighs draped over the shoulders of the identical clone between your legs.
“Look at you, the little whore being doted on by her Masters,” Loki whispered in your ear. “Watch the way he eats your divine, tender cunt. Do you like the way he fingers you? The way he caresses those walls inside of you? I can feel you positively vibrating, pet. I’m awfully jealous honestly. I wish I was the one tasting you. But then again, I’m just a very possessive lover and you are mine. The only person I’d ever share you with is me.”
“You’re the o-only person I’d ever w-want,” you admitted as you rocked down on the clone’s face.
“I know, and that’s because no one else could ever compare to me,” Loki snorted. “Now, stay still, pet. I’m trusting you to listen to me.”
“Yes, Master,” you said with a nod. Releasing your throat, Loki dragged his hand down your body. He briefly stopped his wandering to squeeze and caress your breasts. When he was finished, Loki brought his hand down to your pussy. The clone suctioned his lips around your clit as Loki slipped his fingers in beside the clone’s. Your eyes widened and you screamed with ultimate pleasure, your legs spreading wider to accommodate both of them.
You watched as their fingers worked inside of you as the clone licked at your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and it was taking every bit of willpower not to cum immediately. But your patience was wearing thin and you knew your release was going to happen soon. Loki knew this, of course, and his mouth settled beside your ear.
“Cum all over us, little slut. Cum for your Masters. We need it. We crave it.” Loki’s words quickly sent you over the edge and you came, your body frozen with pleasure as you hit your climax. Your legs trembled and your lips were stuck in an ‘o’ shape of arousal. The clone moaned as he lapped up your release, and neither his nor Loki’s fingers stilled inside of you. They caressed and pumped you through your orgasm, making your high last much longer. Just when you thought it was over, Loki’s clone went back in and they both drove you to another two orgasms. By the end of it, your entire body was shaking and tears were leaking from your eyes.
“Good girl, baby. You did so good,” Loki’s clone promised you, sliding up your body and kissing you. You tangled your fingers in his hair as you kissed him, your cunt still throbbing with need. Loki kissed your neck from behind. You had never felt more desired, more wanted, as Loki and his clone lavished you with kisses. You turned your head and attached your lips to Loki’s as his clone moved down to suck at your nipples. You moaned into Loki’s mouth as his clone played with your breasts. He palmed at you aggressively and you knew there would be plenty of bruises scattered over you from both the clone’s mouth and hands and Loki’s hands as well.
“I want you,” you whispered into Loki’s mouth. “Take me, Master, please.”
“We will,” Loki said.
You yelped as Loki’s clone grabbed your calves and pulled you to the end of the bed. He spread your legs, offered you a cocky grin, and slid his cock inside of your warm, wet pussy. You shouted, your hands reaching up to grab his shoulders as he pounded into you. You kept looking between him and Loki, your mouth flailing as you tried to form words. Unfortunately for you, the only thing you could manage were moans and whimpers.
“So tight,” Loki’s clone moaned.
“Fuck her harder,” Loki barked. “I want to hear her scream.”
Your head fell to the side and you gasped as you watched Loki stroke his cock as he stared at you. His eyes were full of fire and desire. It made your cunt clench around the clone’s cock. Loki fisted his cock faster as his eyes swept over your body.
It didn’t take long for you to hit another climax. You were thrashing around, screaming with pleasure when you came. The clone groaned and came inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum. You floated down from your high as Loki crawled over you and kissed you. You sighed happily into his mouth as your hands explored both of their bodies at once. Loki’s clone pulled his cock from you and you whimpered.
“Ah, ah. None of that, pet,” Loki chided. “Hands and knees.”
The Loki’s made room for you to fall onto your hands and knees. You stuck your ass upwards, enticing one of them to come to you. You could feel Loki’s clone’s cum dripping from you, which only made your pussy flutter even more. You stared into the mirror as you watched Loki and his clone adjust themselves around you. Loki’s clone settled in front of you, his cock held firmly in his large hand, already hard again. Damn sex magic really was convenient for these two. Your mouth opened on its own accord, desperate to taste him again when a hand slapped down against your ass.
“Dirty cock slut,” Loki grumbled. “So desperate to be filled by your Masters.”
“She’s really eager to be used for our pleasure,” Loki’s clone commented. He tapped your parted lips with his cock as he snickered. “That’s fine. I think we should indulge her.”
“Do it. Mark her, fuck her, claim her, make her remember who she belongs to,” Loki agreed. He bent over you and you bit your lip at the way his warm chest covered your back. “And make us remember who we belong to, pet. We are eternally yours.”
“I love you, Loki. I love you so much,” you cried out, tears falling from your eyes. “I need you! Please! Please, Loki!”
“I’m here, sweet. I’m here,” Loki assured you. You felt his cock nudge at your entrance and you spread your legs further. “Good girl. Let me in.”
Loki pushed his cock inside of you in one slow, swift motion. Loki moaned loudly at the feeling of your cunt - warm and filled with his clone’s cum. He watched as his cum dribbled out of your hole and down your thighs, making you even wetter. His cock was covered with a mixture of his clone’s cum and your juices, a sight that had him barely holding onto the brink of control and sanity. You whimpered, your head falling backwards at his intrusion. You didn’t have much time to bask in the feeling of Loki’s cock inside of you because his clone was grabbing your face roughly and pulling it back down.
“Open up,” he growled. You could feel the shift of energy in the room as Loki’s clone stuck his cock between your lips. The air in the room was charged with lust, hot and heavy. Even though he was behind you, you could feel Loki’s body tensing up with the sexual energy within the room. The two Loki’s pulled out at the same time and shoved themselves back in. You moaned, your throat sore and raw but you loved it.
Loki fucked you with harsh, fast, deep thrusts. His hands were grasping your hips with a bruising grip and his hips slammed against your ass with every push. You moaned around the clone’s cock, your body thrumming and alive with pleasure. You could feel, hear, the wetness of your cut wrapped around Loki’s cock.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Loki’s clone groaned as he pushed his cock in and out of your mouth. You looked up at him through your wet lashes as he stroked over your cheek. “You’re taking our cocks so well.”
“You’re so tight, pet,” Loki hissed through gritted teeth. His grunts filled your ears as he slammed into you. “I love this little pussy so fucking much.”
“This mouth is pure sin,” Loki’s clone moaned. “It was designed to be wrapped around my cock.”
Loki and his clone continued to fill your ears with dirty groans, moans, and whispers. Every sinful thing they spoke sent chills down your spine. They grabbed you, pushed you around, and used you in a way that made you feel completely debauched. Yet at the same time, they rained down their praise, approval, and love for you. You preened under it all, basking in the mutual worship happening on the bed.
You weren’t sure where you wanted to look - up at Loki’s clone as you gagged on his cock or sideways into the mirror. You whimpered and glanced to the side, your suck on the clone’s cock extra hard and your cunt clamping when you saw the image of yourself. Your hair was a mess, your body was littered with bite marks and bruises, and tears were streaming down your cheeks. Yet, you looked so beautiful, even you could admit that.
“Do you like what you see?” Loki asked from behind you. “Do you like watching us use you?”
You made a noise that sounded something like an agreement, an approval, and both Loki’s chuckled darkly. Loki’s clone pushed you down further on his cock until your nose was flush against the coarse hairs at the base of his cock. You breathed steadily through your nose, your throat relaxed and your tongue flat - precisely as Loki had taught you so long ago.
“Give her something else to admire,” Loki’s clone suggested.
“Hold her tight. She tends to flinch when I do this,” Loki stated. Loki’s clone held the back of your head and with a crack, Loki spanked your ass so hard you squealed and swore you saw stars. His hand continued to smack down against you as he fucked you, pushing your body further against his clone. You choked on the clone’s cock as you cried out, pain and pleasuring intertwining within your body. Finally, Loki’s clone pulled his cock out and bent over. He grabbed your face roughly and forced you to look at the mirror.
“Look at yourself. Look at him fuck you like the whore you are,” he hissed. You moaned as you saw your ass alight with bruises and hand marks as Loki fucked you. Loki’s face was contorted in pleasure, his head tossed back as he rode you.
“L-Loki…” you whimpered. His head rolled forward and his eyes met yours in the mirror. He grinned and winked as he sped up his thrusts impossibly faster. You moaned as the clone pulled your head back and returned his cock to your mouth.
“She’s close,” Loki grunted. “I can feel her squeezing me.”
“She’s not the only one,” the clone admitted.
Loki reached around you and began toying with your clit. “Cum for us, darling. Cum now.”
Your body trembled and ached as Loki pinched at your clit. All it took was for Loki to mutter, “such a good girl” and you were done. You hit your climax with a near shriek that had the clone quivering. They continued to fuck your cunt and your mouth through your high. Your jaw was nearly slack and your body was limp, only being held up by their grips as they continued to take their pleasure from your body.
“I’m going to cum in this tight little pussy, baby,” Loki moaned. He gasped out your name and with a shout, he shot inside of you. At the same time, his clone shot his cum down your throat. Despite your exhaustion, you drank all of it. Their combined climaxes and their moans of pleasure had another orgasm rolling through your body. Heat filled your body as they rode out their highs within you. Your eyes were glazed over as you looked up at Loki’s clone. He pulled his cock from your lips and stroked your cheek gently.
“You did so good, pet,” he whispered. “You were so good.”
“The best girl, you’re so good,” Loki said as he pulled his cock out from you. They quickly rested you down on the bed and began lavishing you with kisses and words of affection. The clone rubbed healing lotion into your bruises as Loki stroked your hair and kissed you. You whimpered against his mouth, your hands grasping for him.
“Loki...Loki...I...Loki…” you whined, burying your head in his chest.
“Shhh, I’ve got you. You did so good. I love you so much. You’re such a good girl,” Loki praised you. He rubbed your back and held you close. Warmth radiated along your back and you realized his clone had settled behind you. They both held you, their lips pressing delicate kisses to your cheeks, head, and shoulders.
It took you longer than normal to come down from the daze of submission and orgasmic pleasure that you were in. The entire time, Loki and his clone held you and took care of you. Loki helped you drink water while his clone rubbed your jaw. You knew you would be sore tomorrow - and fuck, it would probably start today even - but you were elated knowing how proud Loki was of you. He said that bringing his clone into bed would be intense and he was absolutely right, but you would do it again in a heartbeat.
When you finally felt aware enough of yourself, you looked up at Loki and offered him a smile. “Hey there.”
“Hello, beautiful,” Loki whispered, running his fingers along your cheek. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m really good. That was so much fun. Thank you for finally doing this with me,” you said, wrapping your arms around Loki and giving him a tight hug. You looked over your shoulder at his clone and giggled. You kissed his cheek. “And thank you for joining us.”
“It was my pleasure,” he laughed. His face softened and he kissed you lightly. “But it’s time for me to go.”
“I love you,” you sighed. “Thank you, Loki.”
“Thank you, pet.”
You watched as the clone disappeared in a shimmer of green and gold. Still, you could feel traces of his warmth left behind. You curled back up with Loki and he held you tighter. There was a contemplative look on his face that had you curious.
“Is everything alright?” you asked.
“Yes, that’s actually the odd thing. Everything is alright,” he murmured. “Normally when my clone is out for a while and for such...strenuous activities, I often get tired afterwards. However, I feel fine, like I didn’t even bring him out. Perhaps it’s because I’m no longer stressed about Michael.”
“Maybe. I guess that means you’ll have to go harder next time,” you chuckled with a wink.
“You dirty minx!” Loki gasped, pinching your sides. You laughed as he pressed kisses all along your face. He came up and radiated a smile down at you. “Do you see it, pet? Do you see how much I want you?”
“I do,” you said softly.
“No one else can ever have me like you can because even if they pray to me, worship me, beg me, they cannot have me. I am yours and yours alone. No one and nothing can stop that,” Loki assured you. “I love you so much, darling.”
“I love you too. Thank you.” You stretched up and kissed Loki in a slow, sensual kiss. Pulling away, Loki looked at you with soft but concerned eyes.
“That being said…”
“Oh no.”
“I think you should tell Gretchen about me,” he said. You opened your mouth to protest but Loki held a firm hand out. “I think all of this stress about not knowing what will happen is causing you to worry. You do not know how she will react until you actually tell her.”
You chewed your lip and considered it. It wasn’t something you could say yes to right now. You still had to think about your options and whether it was worth even getting into with Gretchen. One day, she would want to meet the man you told her about but that didn’t have to be now. Still, it would be nice to finally share Loki’s presence with someone. She was a good person and you were sure you could trust her.
“I’ll think about it,” you said. “Honestly, I just want to lay with you right now and not worry about it.”
“I understand, pet. Come, relax, sleep. I’ll hold you through it all.”
“Promise?”
“I swear it on my life.”
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Chapter 25: I’m All Yours I’ve Got No Control
Summary:
You’ve been feeling sincerely out of control when it comes to this whole Gretchen situation. It’s a strange feeling, but you think you know how to fix it.
Notes:
Happy Friday everyone!! Did we all survive the filth fest from last week? Good, let's carry on then!! If you couldn't tell, I was listening to One Direction when I came up with the title for this chapter, but it works so I'm not complaining. Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!!
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You stared down at Loki, lip between your teeth, and hands running up and down your thighs.
He’s really going to punish me for this.
You didn’t plan on this being the way you spent your morning. But for now, you needed it. You needed the control, the power. You needed to feel like you were the one in charge of what happened. For that reason, you had bound your sleeping lover to the bed with the same pair of shackles you had used so many nights ago.
It all started yesterday. After your extremely intense and intimate morning with Loki and his clone, your sore body needed to relax. Loki had done everything perfectly afterwards - he had bathed you, massaged you, and let you sleep curled up in his side. It was the most hazy you had felt after a scene with him in a long time. Even your day of overstimulation had not left you so shaken. It was overwhelming but absolutely pleasant.
Handing over your control to Loki was something you cherished more than anything. Whether you were actively making love or simply lying around, letting Loki take care of you meant dropping your walls, increasing your vulnerability, and living in a state of trust. It was hard to trust people but you put your faith in Loki completely.
He did his part as your dominant, your lover, and your Master yesterday. He took care of you, not letting you lift a single finger. You were extremely clingy, more so than you normally were with Loki, but he held you through it. You could count the minutes that he spent not touching you on a single hand.
But for all of Loki’s perfections and agreements, you still had your differences and that came through when Gretchen called you later that night.
The phone rang and you both stared at the lit up screen. You didn’t want to answer it. You were perfectly content with cuddling with Loki and letting the phone go to voicemail. You had just seen Gretchen and quite frankly, the inner introvert in you wasn’t planning on talking to her for another week at the very least. Why she wanted to talk to you again already was beyond you, but remembering that she was new to the area without any friends brought on the realization that you were all she had here.
Gretchen was a social butterfly. She’d find her group soon.
However, Loki was the one itching to reach for the phone. You could see his hand literally twitching in order to stop himself from picking up. When the ringing of the phone died off, he turned to you with his brows furrowed.
“You didn’t pick up,” he had said, his tone flat and his face unreadable.
“I didn’t feel like it,” you said with a shrug, curling into Loki. The phone rang again and you groaned, resting your forehead on Loki’s bare torso. “Before you ask, I still don’t feel like it.”
“You should answer,” Loki mumbled, picking up the phone and handing it to you. He didn’t accept the call. He just left the phone ringing and vibrating in your lap.
“Why?” you asked, looking up at Loki. “Why is it so important that I answer?”
“Tone, pet,” Loki growled, giving you a stern look. You shrunk in on yourself, not realizing the venom that had laced your voice. Loki sighed and stroked your arm with the warm palm of his hand. “Avoidance will not solve anything.”
“Sure it will. If I never talk to her again then she’ll be out of my life and I won’t have to worry about anything,” you explained.
“And will losing a good friend be worth it just to avoid telling her the truth about me?” Loki asked.
You stayed quiet, the only sound in the room the ringing of your phone. Loki had a point, but you didn’t want to admit that. Losing Gretchen wouldn’t be good. Having her in your life again after so long was refreshing. Still, the idea of her wanting Loki so badly made you hesitant. Loki cleared his throat and pointed to your phone. With a sigh, you caved in.
You picked up the phone on the last ring and held it up to your ear. “Hey, Gretch.”
“Hey, honey!” Gretchen said, her voice loud enough through the speaker that Loki could hear it. He chuckled but remained quiet. “What are you up to?”
“Nothing much,” you answered, glancing at Loki from the side of your eye. He watched you intently and the look in his eyes was encouraging you to be honest. “What’s going on with you?”
“Not much and that’s why I called. Did you want to grab dinner? We could do take away! There’s a pizza place about a block away from me that I heard is really good,” Gretchen rambled and you knew she was waving her hand around as she spoke. You bit your lip and looked away from Loki as you subtly shifted away from his embrace.
“No, I can’t. I’m busy,” you lied. You weren’t busy. You just didn’t want to give up this soft, sensual, relaxation time with Loki.
“Oh, boo. I should have called earlier. Another time though, right?” Gretchen asked.
You were quiet for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, another time.”
“Great! See you soon,” Gretchen said. You uttered a low goodbye before hanging up the phone and tossing it away from you. When you looked back at Loki, he was giving you that same concerned look that he had been giving you ever since you got home from your night with Gretchen.
“What?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Nothing, pet. Just...just try not to avoid this much longer, okay?” Loki whispered, moving closer to you. “This stress is eating away at you and it’s only been a day since you met up with her. I can’t imagine it getting much better.”
You sighed and nodded. “I’ll think about it.”
And you did think about it. All night. You thought about your friendship with Gretchen, the history you had with her, the way she spoke about Loki. You laid there in bed, staring at the ceiling as Loki slept beside you, wondering what could possibly happen by telling Gretchen. You didn’t know what would happen, what could happen. Loki was right, you wouldn’t know about any of those outcomes until you actually took the leap.
Were you really ready to share Loki with the world? Keeping him here in your heart was sacred. You weren’t ready to get judged and ridiculed, maybe even hurt for loving him. He would protect you, you knew that, but publicity scared you. Terrified you. You weren’t sure how prepared you were for that.
It was all of these inconsistent answers, possibilities, and supposing that put the desire for control within you once again. You wanted to know that what you wanted could happen, should happen, would happen. And that was how you found yourself staring down at Loki handcuffed to your bed. You didn’t need the power for long. You just needed it long enough to feel what it was like to be in charge of your life again.
It was actually pretty difficult to get him into that position. Loki was heavy to begin with but when he was sleeping, it was like he weighed another ton. You had to use practically your entire body weight to shove him from his side to his back. Then, you searched around the nightstand for the manacles Loki had cheekily left there - “I can’t wait to use these on you, kitten. It’s going to feel so good to have you bound and underneath me using these…”. You clipped him to the headboard then sat back on your haunches in awe.
Loki was sleeping naked - as always - and the blanket was pooled just below his hips, hiding that glorious cock that you could see was hard. His head was slumped to the side, resting on his raised bicep. You were frankly surprised at how easily Loki had stayed asleep during all of your pushing and shoving. It was just a brush of your fingers that woke him up a few weeks ago when he almost choked you. Now, his relaxation and ease around you let him fall into deeper, more restful sleeps. It made you feel a sense of honor that you could bring so much comfort to such a troubled, powerful being.
You ached to see more of his beautiful skin. Running your hands slowly along his torso, you admired the little bruises you had left scattered along his body. Purples, blues, and reds decorated his skin in the shape of your mouth. Your cunt grew wet, the jealous lover within you thriving at seeing Loki so completely and utterly marked up by you. And the best part was that he begged you to mark him. You recalled that night at the dinner table so long ago, when you straddled his lap and gave him a hickey for the first time. How the act of you marking him turned Loki on so much that he slammed you onto the table and fucked you until it broke. He never lost that desire for you. Every time you marked him, he groaned with need. It left you flustered and confident at the same time.
Carefully, as not to wake Loki, you leaned over and ran your lips over the bruise marked below his right pectoral. It was a bit larger than the ones around it and you remembered sucking it into his skin before he bent you over the arm of the couch. Your tongue crept out of your mouth and licked over the bruise, the taste of Loki’s skin indescribably delectable. You dragged your lips and tongue around his torso, kissing and licking every bruise you could find, your eyes locked on Loki’s face to ensure he didn’t wake up. He stayed mostly still but shifted once or twice, though his cock was certainly awake.
“I love you,” you whispered to his sleeping form as you held yourself above him. You brushed an errant strand of black hair away from his face with a look of longing. Briefly, you chuckled to yourself. “I really hope you don’t try to kill me this morning.”
Loki’s shoulders rolled a bit but his eyes remained passively closed, sleep lingering on his face. You leaned over him and kissed his cheek lightly, a sigh escaping your mouth. You were so happy with Loki, you couldn’t even explain it. Being with him brought out a light in you that you never knew could exist.
“I’m so lucky to have you,” you said against his soft skin. You kissed his stretched out arm and nuzzled into him. “You mean everything to me. I don’t want to lose you. If I lost you...I don’t know how I’d go on, Loki. Stay with me. Please, stay with me. I love you so much.”
Before you could let yourself be overcome with emotion, you began kissing his neck. You felt his cock twitch against the blanket and push against your leg, reminding you of his sharp arousal. Kissing Loki’s neck always spiked his arousal so feeling his cock jolt against you had you chuckling.
You kissed your way down Loki’s body, retracing your mouth over the bruises you had already kissed. When you reached the blanket draped over his waist, you took an especially long time kissing the sharp V in his hips. Your pussy fluttered with desire as you tentatively pulled the blanket down Loki’s legs. A moan nearly burst from your mouth at the sight of his cock - long, hard, flushed red. Precum was already dribbling from the tip and you caught it with your fingers to bring it to your mouth and taste.
“I hope you enjoy this, Master,” you purred before licking a stripe up the underside of Loki’s cock. Unlike the way you sucked his cock yesterday, you were able to go at your own pace today. You could tease him all you liked, and honestly, that was your plan. You wanted to frustrate him, tease him, make him groan in lust and frustration. You wanted the power that he so often held in the palm of his hand. There was the slightest groan coming from Loki’s lips and you smirked.
You continued to lick lines along Loki’s cock with both the flat of your tongue and the very tip of it. You circled the crown with your tongue, wetting the bulbous head before sucking the tip of him. With every motion of your mouth, Loki stirred a little bit more. You couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he woke up.
“You taste so good, Loki,” you whispered against his cock, your lips dragging along the underside teasingly. You fondled his balls with your free hand, the other one wrapped smoothly around the base of his cock. You pumped him very slowly, deliberately not squeezing him in the way you knew he always loved. You wanted to drag this out.
You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and sucked lightly. He tasted salty, sweet, and savory on your tongue. Drops of precum leaked into your mouth and you swallowed them eagerly. You dipped your head down lower, sucking Loki languidly with a relaxed throat. You moaned around his cock, your cunt soaked with arousal. Moving your hand from his balls, you reached behind you and traced your fingers over your folds. You were glistening and slippery, and when you slipped two fingers inside yourself, you were amazed at how ready you were to take Loki’s cock.
You briefly considered just riding him until he woke up, but you quickly decided against it. You’d rather see Loki’s reaction to waking up to his cock in your mouth. He loved being worshipped, after all.
Loki was getting rather restless now, sleep fading from him the more intensely you played with him. He shifted in bed, moans leaving his lips as he moved his head slowly back and forth. You lifted your head from his cock, taking very deep breaths before teasing him again with just your tongue. Your hand continued to stroke him, squeezing a bit harder than before. Your other hand moved from your cunt to his thigh to help brace yourself over him.
“Mmm…” he moaned, his lashes fluttering. It wouldn’t be long before he woke up.
You grinned to yourself and licked your lips once more before returning your mouth to the tip of his cock. And then, you sucked him. Eagerly. You pumped his shaft as you worked your mouth over him, eyes locked with his face. You bobbed yourself up and down as Loki thrashed, moans falling from his lips without any restraint. His jaw locked and with a hiss, Loki’s eyes opened. You continued to suck him as he blinked, focusing his gaze in the room. When his eyes met yours, your jaw fell slack and he groaned.
“Good morning to you too, pet, - ah, fuck!” Loki hissed, tossing his head back. Your cunt clenched at the sound of his morning voice, so deep and alluring and smooth. He went to reach forward to grab your head but found himself stuck. You giggled as you pulled your mouth off of him but kept stroking his cock. You bit your lip as Loki examined his shackled wrists before looking back at you. “How did you…”
“Shhh…” you cooed, twisting your wrist a bit. Loki was panting, his arms flexing in the shackles. “Let me please you…”
“Please me? More like tease me,” Loki said through gritted teeth as you slowed your strokes down. His nostrils flared as he tried to push up into your fist but you smacked his thigh. His brows raised in shock at the stern look you gave him. He smirked and chuckled. “Oh, so my pet wants to play.”
“Your pet wants to be in control for a little bit,” you snapped. “Let me.”
“By all means, kitten, take the reins. You’ll be begging me to take them back,” Loki snickered. His laughter hitched when you squeezed the base of his cock, his look of arousal betraying his cocky tone.
“Maybe. Maybe not,” you murmured with a shrug. “But I know there’s a submissive that lurks somewhere inside of you.”
“Not as large as the submissive inside of you,” Loki challenged. “Now be a good girl and suck my cock.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“You listen to me, Loki,” you said, releasing your grip on Loki’s cock and crawling up his body. “You’re the one tied up. You’re the one not able to escape. Now, it’s my turn to play with your body like it’s my toy. Understood?”
“Yes,” Loki whispered, his eyes glazing over at your strong words. He licked his lips slowly, a motion you watched with intense scrutiny. “What can I do to please you?”
“Kiss me,” you command. Loki craned his neck upwards and you quickly pressed your lips to Loki’s. Loki kissed you passionately. Usually his hands would wander your body whenever he kissed you but now that he was bound, he was forced to show his desire through his lips alone. But oh, you could feel it. You throbbed with need as you rubbed your cunt along his shaft, letting your juices leak onto him.
“Oh, fuck. Just like that,” Loki groaned, rolling his head back. “Please…”
“You like that, Loki?” you purred, grinning sadistically.
“Yes, I love it,” he moaned. “Put me inside of you. Let me make you feel good.”
“You want me to ride you? You want to get fucked?” you whispered, kissing his neck.
“Yes! Please!” You were honestly a bit shocked at how easily the submissive came out in Loki. You chalked it up to the heat of the moment, or perhaps he just had a need to please you, as he always did. Still, it made you feel bad for what you were about to do. Almost.
“Too bad,” you giggled, lifting yourself off of him. Loki growled and gave you a sharp look, one that made you doubt if his submissive words from before had been real or if you just imagined them.
“Don’t tease me, little girl,” Loki warned.
“I do what I want,” you bit back. You slid back down and began teasing your lips along his cock. Your tongue darted out and licked at him in tiny flicks. Loki groaned and bucked his hips upwards, trying to gain more friction on his cock. Every time he did that, though, you slapped his thigh. You were positive there would be a red mark there later on.
Good.
“Oh fuck, please darling! Please suck my cock!" Loki practically shouted.
“Be good and I will,” you cooed softly, stroking him at a painfully slow pace. He thrashed his head back and forth, unable to handle the way that you were playing his body. “You always tease me. It’s my turn to have some fun.”
“Fuck, you know I’ll submit to you, pet. You don’t need to tease me for it to happen,” he protested, teeth gritted and eyes desperate. “Why are you doing this?”
“I need to,” you said solemnly. Loki gave you a confused look but you quickly wiped it away by swirling your tongue around the crown of his cock. “Let me play with you…”
“Go on, dearest, but I swear if you hold off my orgasm, I will severely bruise that backside of yours,” Loki teased.
You smirked and kissed the tip of his cock with a wink. “I look forward to it.”
You decided to give your frustrated lover some relief. You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and suckled gently, never going below the crown. It was some sort of help, but it wasn’t what Loki wanted and you were aware of that. You weren’t really sure what you wanted though - to tease Loki to the point where he broke down completely into submission - because you could see his need for dominance still shining through - or to tease him to the point where he got so frustrated that he made true to his word and punished you.
Both were tempting options.
Honestly, you didn’t really care what happened. You were proud of yourself for doing this to Loki. This was what you needed. You needed the control and the command, even if it was just for a few moments. You knew Loki would take care of you - submissive or dominant or whatever he chose to be - and you felt comfort and trust in that.
But you weren’t done teasing him.
You alternated between giving kitten licks to Loki’s cock and full on sucking him. With the latter, you never went fully down, however. You wanted to keep that control in the palm of your hand. Loki was a blubbering mess. He was caught between moaning and begging and growling with frustration at his lack of release. It was rather amusing.
“Please, please, please pet. Please suck my cock. Please, I’ll be good for you,” he would cry, and it would be followed shortly by, “I will do anything to cum, darling, please! Please, I’ll fuck you so damn hard if you just let me fucking cum!”
Each reaction turned you on more than the last. Your jaw was sore, your throat was raw, and your body was thrumming with need. You sucked him harder, pumped him faster, and brought him closer and closer to the edge. You could feel his need to cum rising as his thighs twitched and trembled. His arms tugged at his restraints as he begged to cum. With a chuckle, you pulled off of him as soon as he was about to cum.
“Ugh, pet! Why must you torture me?” Loki sobbed, tears pooling in his eyes. “Have I not been good for you? Do I not deserve to cum after all of this?”
“Because I like teasing you,” you admitted. “It’s fun to see you get all frustrated. It’s almost like I’ve turned the tables on you.”
“Let me cum, little one. Please, let me cum. Gods, I’ll do anything,” Loki cried out. A single tear dripped from the corner of his eye and you stared at it in awe. You sprung forward and licked the tear with your tongue. Loki shivered underneath you, his body trembling with need.
“Anything?” you asked with a sweet purr.
“Anything!” he nearly screamed. You reached down and stroked his cock again. Loki moaned your name, a sound that came straight from his chest, as he pumped himself into your fist. You let him do it this time, amazed at how responsive he was to you. With his lips parted and his eyes screwed shut, you found yourself nearly desperate to have this beautiful man fuck you.
You knew what you wanted. You had your slice of control, your slice of priority, and now you wanted to hand it over to Loki again. You wanted to let him throw you down and fuck you. And you knew he would do it because he loved you and wanted to please you, whether he was being submissive or not. Your pleasure, your happiness, and your feelings were always put first when it came to Loki. You could feel it through this whole ordeal.
There were a lot of things Loki could have done just now. He could have broken out of his bonds, flipped you over, and fucked you. He could have barked at you and demanded you make him cum. He could have forced you to submit. But he didn’t. Loki was naturally dominant and yet, he still let you have your fun. He let you do what you needed to do, without even knowing why you had to do it. He trusted you and wanted you to feel what you needed to feel. Because of that, you reached up and unhooked the shackles.
“What…?” Loki trailed off, eyes looking at you with hesitation. Even though his bonds were open, Loki kept his hands above his head. You smiled and ran your hands down his torso as you pressed your wet pussy against his thigh.
“You’ve been so good, Loki. You took all that teasing so well,” you murmured, leaning over to kiss his neck. “I’m going to let you take over now.”
“So you want me to…?”
You lifted your head and looked straight into his eyes. “Fuck me. Cum inside of me. Mark me. Make me regret teasing you.”
The smirk that covered Loki’s face was so beautiful it almost made you lose your breath. Cautiously, Loki lowered his arms. His hands moved down along your sides before settling on your hips. That glaze of submission you were so used to seeing in your own eyes was dissipating from Loki’s face.
“Good choice,” he said before flipping you over onto your back. Loki tossed your legs over his shoulders and instantly sunk his cock inside of you.You gasped and arched your back as Loki immediately began pounding into you. You could feel his frustrations from earlier catching up with him as he finally received the pressure around his cock he had been aching for.
“Oh, Loki! Fuck!” you moaned, writhing around and grasping the sheets beside you. Loki’s hands tightened on your thighs, his nails biting into your soft skin. His gaze never left yours as he fucked you, balls slapping against your cunt and hips thrusting wildly.
“I like watching you take charge, kitten. You get this look of confidence. It’s so fucking sexy,” Loki groaned. “And you try so hard to be a punishing dominant. It’s cute.”
“Cute?” you gasped. “I wasn’t t-trying to be cute.”
“Oh, I know. But those little smacks on my thigh were adorable,” Loki snickered, his thrusts never slowing down or halting. You glared at him, though the pleasure you were feeling was washing away any sort of intimidation you could possibly be sending out.
“Adorable...adorable, my a- fuck!” you shouted as Loki’s hand landed on the top of your thigh. He leaned over you and ground his hips into you. Your skin stung and you could see slight discoloration already forming.
“That is how you punish someone,” Loki whispered.
“Maybe you should show me again. You know, just so I can learn,” you said with a cheeky wink. Loki blanched for a moment before growling and fucking you hard and fast once again. His hand smacked your thigh and you arched your back with a mixture of pain and pleasure. This felt different from being spanked. It didn’t hurt as much because you knew Loki wasn’t hitting you with as much power as he did when spanking you, but it felt just as erotic.
“Good girl. Such a good girl,” Loki moaned. “F-Fuck, I need to cum.”
You reached up and tangled your fingers in Loki’s hair. You pulled him down to kiss you. When his lips met yours, you moaned into each other’s mouths. The kiss was sloppy thanks to Loki’s harsh thrusts, but you easily melted into his touch. Loki reached one hand down and played with your clit. You writhed around but never let your lips leave his. He pressed his thumb against your clit and you squealed, your orgasm hitting you.
Loki came at the same time, spilling his cum inside of you. He fucked you slowly through his orgasm, his head pulling back from yours as he basked in his release. You bit your lip and with a quiet giggle, you wrapped your legs around his waist and rolled him onto his back. You grabbed his wrists and held them beside his head as you began riding him.
“Oh, fuck pet!” Loki hissed as you rode him. His cock was still hard inside of you as you bounced on top of him. He groaned and bucked up into you, his arms straining at his side. Even with his immense strength and power, he still let you hold him down. “Take your pleasure from me. Use my cock as your toy.”
“Oh, Loki,” you whimpered. You released his hands and tossed your head back. “Touch me…”
Loki sat up, his cock still wedged inside of you as you rode him. His hands splayed over your back as his lips attached to your breast. He sucked on your nipple and looked into your eyes when you rolled your head forward. He helped you ride him, moving you faster on top of him.
“I love you so fucking much,” Loki whispered as he licked at you. You threaded your fingers in his hair and held his mouth against your breast. He sucked a bruise into your chest that had you quivering above him.
“I l-love you, Loki,” you gasped. “Love you s-so much. Need...need…”
“Cum, baby. Cum for me and I’ll cum again for you,” Loki murmured. “I’ll fill your pussy up and make you feel so good. I want to please you.”
“Loki!” you shouted as you came. You held yourself down on his cock, grinding in his lap as you rode out your high. As you swiveled your hips, Loki grunted your name and came again, filling you up a second time. You basked in the feeling of his cum filling you to the brim. You chuckled when Loki pulled your head down so he could kiss you in slow, lazy movements. Carefully, he pulled out of you and laid back down with you on top of him.
“Well that was a nice surprise,” he said with a wicked grin. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, Master,” you laughed.
“My little one is in a good mood this morning,” Loki noted. “Did yesterday help?”
You shivered at the memory of you, Loki and his clone sharing such a lust-filled, dark, intimate session together. “It did, yes. It actually really helped. But…”
“But what?” Loki asked, smoothing his hands along your back.
“After Gretchen called last night, I was tossed into a pit of inner turmoil again,” you sighed. You rested your cheek on Loki’s chest and curled closer to him. “I know you love me, I do. I really know it, I promise. It’s just hard not knowing what could happen if I tell Gretchen or what could happen if I don’t tell her. I felt so out of control.”
“So you needed to take control,” Loki finished for you. You sunk against him and nodded. “I understand the need for it. Perhaps I’m obsessed with control and that is why I crave dominance. Truthfully, it does help bring clarity.”
“It does,” you agreed.
“And are you seeing anything clearer with that new clarity?” Loki asked. You pushed yourself up to look into Loki’s eyes and gasped softly. He looked so in love with you. His eyes were soft and gentle. He wasn’t looking at you, he was looking into you. You could feel his gaze burrowing into your mind and heart and soul. You could feel him inside of you, letting his love fill you. An aura of calmness settled over you as Loki stared at you. His lips quirked up into a little smile as he brushed his fingers along your cheek.
How could you not want to show this man off to the world?
This man - no, this god - was in love with you. Loki did so much to prove that. He helped you leave your toxic job. He took care of your stalker. He brought you to a royal ball on Alfheim. He bought you a new apartment. And beyond those grand gestures, he cared for you in small, tender ways that perhaps meant more than the larger ways. He took care of your dog, made sure you were always safe, performed exceptional aftercare, fed you, clothed you, bathed you. He did everything for you without you even asking.
Loki loved you. It didn’t feel right to hide that love inside of this apartment.
He was proud to be your beloved. He showed you off to royalty, dignitaries, and the high society at the ball without ever sinking his chin. He walked confidently to work with you, arm slung over your shoulder as he grinned at every passerby. You were his - his darling, his little one, his pet. You wanted everyone to know that Loki, Prince of Asgard, Son of Odin, God of Mischief and Sex loved you and only you. Nothing could change that, not even Gretchen. She may want him, but she could never have him. And if she couldn’t accept that, then you would find a way to move on. You could no longer live your life attempting to make everyone else happy as you shrunk to the sidelines. This was about your happiness now, your wants, your desires. And what made you happy, who made you happy, was Loki. It would always be Loki.
“Yes,” you whispered. “I want to tell Gretchen about you.”
“Really?” Loki’s eyes brightened and he sat up on his elbows. His face was lit up with happiness and it made everything worth it. You nodded and laughed as he pressed a long kiss to your forehead. “I am so proud of you, my brave little bird.”
“Thank you,” you said softly. “I think it will be good for me. You’re right, you always are. I won’t know what will happen until I step up and make it happen.”
“You should call her and make arrangements to meet up with her,” Loki said, fishing around the nightstand for your phone. You were amazed at how eager Loki was to have you share him with your friend. When he turned back with your phone, you grabbed his cheeks and kissed him until he was breathless.
“I love you, Loki,” you said as you pulled away. “I’m sorry I’ve been so scared to share you. It just felt like whenever the time came that people knew about us, this little bubble of bliss would disappear. I didn’t want that to happen.”
“It could never happen,” Loki promised you, bracing his hands over yours. “Nothing in this universe could tear me away from you. I’m simply so excited to know that you’re proud enough to be mine that you would tell your friend about it.”
“Did you think I wasn’t proud to be yours?” you asked. Loki shrugged and your shoulders sagged. “It wasn’t that. I’m so honored that I’m your love. I would never trade this for anything in the world.”
“I know that, pet. I guess there was some lingering fear in my mind regarding my heritage and Odin and how he never truly wanted me…” Loki trailed off, shaking his head. “Nevermind that. Call Gretchen. Arrange your meeting. Then we’ll take a bath and get you ready to go.”
“You’re not coming?” you asked with slight disappointment.
“No, you need to do this on your own. You’re strong. My being there would be a bit too much I believe. But take Cooper again just in case. He’s good at providing comfort,” Loki explained.
“Alright. Sounds good,” you agreed.
Before you could dial the phone, Loki tipped your face up to his and pecked your lips with his. “I love you, pet.”
“I love you, Master. I love you so much.”
*
The park was quiet, aside from the crunching of grass beneath your feet, Cooper’s light breathing, and Gretchen’s wandering chattering. You listened half-heartedly about some work story she was going on about. You felt a tad bad about not listening to her, but frankly your mind was stuck on more important topics than what shoes the youngest intern was wearing yesterday.
Cooper must have sensed your nerves. He kept bumping his nose against you as you walked as if he was trying to remind you that he was here, that Loki was here - albeit, not physically. He resided inside of your pendant and Cooper’s collar. It was a nice reminder that had your heart beating a bit steadier.
“Ah, you know. I’ve talked enough,” Gretchen said, hands in her pockets as she looked at you. “What’s going on with you? I was really happy you called to hang out.”
“Me too,” you said. “I mean, I was happy to have a chance to get back together with you.”
“Been busy lately?” Gretchen asked.
“You could say that,” you chuckled. Gretchen grinned and poked you with her elbow. She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively as she leaned in closer.
“Is the boyfriend keeping you busy?” she asked teasingly, her tongue between her teeth.
“Yeah, he is, but only in the best way,” you admitted with a blush on your cheeks. Cooper grunted and you looked down at him. He was doing the equivalent of rolling his eyes and you had to hold in a snort of laughter.
“You know, you told me a lot about him but I still don’t know his name,” Gretchen said with a pointed look.
Well, it’s now or never.
You sucked in a deep breath and paused your walking. Gretchen stopped a few steps ahead of you, her confused look focused on you. You looked down at Cooper. His dark eyes glimmered as he gazed up at you, nothing but trust and hope in his eyes. There was a twinkle in his fur and you caught sight of one of the emeralds on his collar - Loki’s emeralds, Loki’s collar. That familiar weight of your pendant grew noticeable on your chest beneath your shirt and you swallowed the lump in your throat.
“Gretchen, let me start by saying you’re going to think I’m crazy,” you said slowly. “I’m going to sound absolutely mad.”
“Uh, alright,” Gretchen laughed nervously. You looked back up at Gretchen and observed the hesitant look on her face. She lifted an eyebrow as you shifted back and forth. “Out with it, babe. It can’t be that bad.”
“Well…” you trailed off.
“Oh no, are you dating a murderer?” she asked, half joking and half serious. Her statement gave you pause. Technically...yes. Yes you were. Loki had murdered before. You shook the thought away and puffed a hefty breath out.
“No, no he’s not a murderer,” you said cautiously.
“Then what is he? An old man? A pimp? A leader of a drug cartel?” Gretchen prodded, her tone still taking on that bit of amusement from earlier. You stared into her eyes and tightened your grip on Cooper’s leash.
“He’s a god.”
“Aren’t they all?” Gretchen laughed.
“No, Gretchen, I mean it. He’s an actual god,” you tried to explain, wringing your hands together. You picked at some of the dead skin by your nails as you watched the giggles leave Gretchen. Her face slowly got harder, a bit more confused and less entertained.
“I’m sorry, what?” she gasped, her face betraying the disbelief she held.
“He’s a god. From Asgard. Really, he is.” You pointed up at the sky, as if it would confirm what you were saying. “I didn’t believe it at first either.”
“Honey, did you hit your head?” Gretchen asked, stepping forward with her hand out to touch your forehead. You swiped her hand away and shook your head sadly.
“No, I’m fine,” you sighed.
“Okay, so you’re dating a god. Sure,” Gretchen snorted, folding her arms over her chest. Her tone had shifted from concerned to mocking. You flinched but Cooper’s cool nose against your leg kept you grounded. Gretchen gave you an expectant look. “Where did you meet this almighty god?”
“He appeared in my bedroom a few weeks ago,” you explained. “I prayed to him and he arrived.”
“A god personally answering a prayer on Earth? No way. Girl -”
“I know it sounds insane but please, Gretchen, I’m being serious,” you said hastily as Gretchen stepped backwards.
“Which god is it then?” Gretchen asked.
Here goes nothing.
Your voice was small, barely even a squeak as you uttered your beloved’s name.
“Loki.”
If there was any sort of amusement left inside of Gretchen, it had instantly vanished. A cold, hard look settled over her face that radiated anger and frustration. Gretchen dropped her head, widened her eyes, and let out a laugh that could only be described as fake and bitchy.
“Oh, you’re dating Loki?” she asked.
“Yes,” you whispered.
“You’re such a bitch,” Gretchen spat. She turned on her heel and stormed off. Cooper began barking as you watched her storm off. That wasn’t the reaction you were expecting. You began chasing after her, Cooper hot on your trail.
“Gretchen! Gretchen, wait!” you shouted.
“No!” Gretchen yelled, whipping around. Her eyes were wild and filled with tears as she looked at you. “I thought you were better than this!”
“Better than…? Gretchen, what are you talking about?” you panted, slightly out of breath from chasing her.
“This is a sick joke,” Gretchen practically growled. She jabbed a perfectly manicured finger at you. “I told you that I worshipped Loki. I told you that I loved being his follower. And now you make up a story that you’re dating him because you think I’m crazy or stupid for liking him? Well guess what, I will always be loyal to him! I don’t care if he’s mischievous or is all about sex, he is my god!”
Before Gretchen could turn around, you grabbed her arm. “No! Gretchen I don’t think you’re crazy at all! I worshipped him too!”
“If you worshipped him then why didn’t he answer your prayers when we were in college and finally get you fucking laid?” Gretchen hissed. Ouch, that stung. You flinched and Gretchen’s eyes softened but hardened again moments later. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “Listen, whatever. I don’t care who you’re dating but don’t make fun of me and my worship.”
“I’m not making fun of you!” you explained. “I prayed to Loki to finally lose my virginity and he came to me and took it. Then, he kept coming back. He hasn’t left in a while. That’s why he was on Earth and bumped into that girl from your church. He was in front of my apartment building. That...that was the day he told me he loved me.”
“Oh, so he loves you. Got it.” Gretchen rolled her eyes. “I knew you were artistic but shit, this is talented even for you.”
“I’m not making it up, I swear.” In a moment of passion and frustration, you reached into your sweater and pulled out the pendant around your neck. You didn’t take it off, but you held it out for her to look at. Gretchen’s eyes fell to the gem as you let out heavy breaths. This was the first time you ever showed anyone your precious pendant, but it felt right.
“What is that?” she asked.
“Loki gave it to me. He gave it to me after our first night together. It’s embedded with his magic,” you explained, swiping your thumb over the emerald. “Please believe me.”
Gretchen was quiet for a few moments before she took a step back and shook her head. “I thought we were friends. I thought you wouldn’t make fun of me for liking Loki.”
“I’m not!”
“You are! You think you can make up some fantasy tale about Loki coming to your rescue and fucking you and your only proof is some swanky jewel? No, I don’t buy it. I don’t know why you’re doing this. Maybe you have some superiority complex to try and prove you’re better than me but you’re not. Get it? You’re not better than me, especially not now,” Gretchen huffed, turning around and walking away.
“Wait!” you cried. “I...I can call him! I can bring him here!”
“I’m sure you can!”
“Then...then you call for him! He told me he’d answer you!”
“You are insane! Now fuck off and leave me alone!” Gretchen shouted over her shoulder.
You stared at her as she walked away, her body moving like a fury of flames. You sank to the ground and wrapped your arms around Cooper. He whimpered and nudged you but you shook your head. You couldn’t understand him but you had an inkling as to what he was implying with his motions.
“Don’t call him,” you sighed. “I need a minute alone.”
You weren’t sure how long you sat on the grass for but Cooper let you hold him the entire time. Your face was buried in his soft fur and your arms were locked around his body. You wanted Loki. You wanted to hold him and cry into his solid chest and tell him how much you loved him. You needed him, but you couldn’t face him right now. You couldn’t muster up the words to tell him how badly you fucked up, how you didn’t even have a chance to call out for him to get Gretchen to stay.
You’re insane! Now fuck off and leave me alone…
Her words still stung, leaving an ache in your chest that you weren’t sure could ever be soothed. You hated when things were left unfinished, books left unclosed, hearts left shattered. You always wanted answers, finalities, or else your insecurities and anxiety would eat away at you. This was the worst possible outcome, and it just happened. You couldn’t take it back.
You lifted your head to the sky and noticed that the sun had sunk below the horizon. Time had shifted so quickly, you didn’t even realize the sky had gone from blue to nearly black. You took a deep breath and shut your eyes. You gathered up all of the energy you had left inside of you as you grasped the pendant around your throat.
“Loki, God of Mischief and Sex, please hear my prayer. I...I…” you choked, tears streaming down your cheeks.
“Hush, pet.” You jumped as Loki’s arms wound around you from behind. You looked over your shoulder and saw his face, gentle and loving. “I’m here.”
“Loki…” you sobbed, clutching onto his suit jacket.
“What happened?” he whispered. You tried to get the words out but you couldn’t manage them. Instead, you shook your head and buried your face in his neck. Loki held you, stroking your back softly and kissing your temple. “You’ll have to tell me eventually, my love.”
“Eventually. Not now. Just hold me.”
“Always.”
*
Gretchen paced around her apartment, scrolling through her phone. She had just bought the newest model last week and it angered her that her fingers were already leaving smudges on the glass screen as she angrily navigated through a dozen browsers and apps. She was checking every one of your social medias, each post, picture, page she could find that would prove that you knew Loki.
Knew Loki. Loved Loki. No, it couldn’t be true.
For whatever reason you had to come up with this story, it hurt. Gretchen knew that she was always a bit more popular than you, but it wasn’t anything bad. Some people were naturally more attractive than others. Maybe this was payback. Maybe it was a way to get back at her. Either way, it was petty. The fact that you fabricated a story of knowing - dating - Loki just to cut her where it hurt really stung.
Goodness, she wouldn’t do this to you!
When she had walked home, Gretchen briefly considered if you were telling the truth. What reason would you have to lie? But the story was too far fetched, too grand to be real. Dating gods just didn’t happen to people on Earth. It certainly couldn’t happen to you.
There was nothing on your social media about Loki. The only proof, if she could even call it that, was your necklace. Gretchen wondered if she should have stayed and watched you make a fool of yourself trying to call to Loki but she wasn’t ready to console your pathetic cries when it didn’t happen.
Sighing, Gretchen tossed her phone onto her bed and crossed her arms over her chest. With a pout, Gretchen decided to test something out. You said that she could call for Loki and that he would come. He said so. At least, according to you he said so.
She walked over to the small altar she had set up for Loki and knelt down in front of it. She burned a small offering and lit some incense that the church leaders told her would attract Loki specifically. She bowed her head and took a deep breath.
“Let’s try this, I guess…” she mumbled. Her voice got louder as she began praying. “Loki, God of Mischief and Sex, I send up my prayers to you. I ask you to come to me and bless me with your presence. I will give you anything you ask - my heart, my soul, my body, it is yours. Please come to me. Grace me. I am forever your servant, forever your humble follower. Come to me, my god. Come to me.”
Gretchen continued to pray for nearly an hour, pouring her entire heart and all of her energy into her words. But still, her room remained vacant and her doubts remained true. Groaning in frustration, Gretchen opened her eyes and sat back on her haunches.
“Lying bitch,” Gretchen hissed.
She blew out the candles she lit, shrouding the room in darkness.
Darkness. Silence. Emptiness.
There was no way you could be telling the truth.
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Chapter 26: Being Honest About The God Of Lies
Summary:
So...last night did not go well. After some encouraging words, Loki convinces you to call Gretchen and give things a second try. This should be fun.
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Chapter Text
“Do you want to talk about it now?”
It was just past midnight when Loki asked you the question in his soft, relaxing voice. You were naked, curled into his side, and seeking the warmth of his nude body. You weren’t stripped because of sex. You were bare because you wanted to feel him, feel his realness. You wanted to remember that he was tangible and he wasn’t going away.
After your fight with Gretchen in the park, Loki held you for what felt like another hour. He never prodded nor did he try and pull answers out of you. When you were finally ready to go, Loki picked you up in his arms and carried you home. He placed an illusion over you both so he looked like a random man walking a dog, but you were quick to fall asleep in his arms.
When you got home, Loki had asked what you needed. You told him you needed him. You took off his clothing with tears in your eyes, weakness in your bones. Once Loki was naked, you slipped your own clothing off, crawled into bed, and asked him to hold you. He did. He held you. He fed you bits of chocolate and fruit and other sweets to aid in your comfort. He helped you drink some cold water. And the entire time, he was quiet.
Until he asked that question.
You debated faking being asleep but he would know if you were lying. That was the downside of dating the God of Lies, after all. So, you took a deep breath and shook your head.
“No. Not tonight. Can I just sleep first?” you asked. You looked up at him with glazed eyes. “I’m really tired. It’s been a long day.”
“Don’t put this off, my love,” Loki whispered, cupping your cheek. “I hate seeing you so sad.”
“I promise I’ll tell you in the morning,” you assured him. You placed your hand over his and brought it to your lips. You kissed each of his fingers and nuzzled into his hand. “I love you so much that it hurts sometimes.”
“The feeling is mutual, sweet girl,” Loki said softly. “I love you. Nothing will change that.”
“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me,” you choked out. You threw your arms around him and buried your face in his chest. Loki’s arm locked around you and held you tight against his body. His hand stroked along your forehead gently. You listened to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. It acted as a lullaby for you, soothing you and holding you down to reality. Loki was here and he was yours. He loved you. It was that knowledge that aided you in falling asleep.
And sleep, you did.
You fell into a pit of sleep so deep that it felt like no time at all had passed. You had no dreams, no restlessness, no fits of hanging on the brink of consciousness as you tossed and turned. When you woke up, your room was pitch black, though that was thanks to the tightly drawn enchanted curtains, you noted. You went to stretch and found that the arms that typically restrained you were not around you. Rolling over, you found your bed devoid of Loki.
Before you could feel your heart hurt, you noticed a note folded on his pillow. You picked it up and immediately recognized the elegant script coating the thick paper - When you wake, meet me in the kitchen. I will be waiting for you.
You yawned and crawled out of bed. You picked up a dark green shirt that was draped over the bottom of the bed, one of Loki’s. You pulled it on and shrugged on some underwear. You freshened up in the bathroom, doing your best to ignore your unsightly appearance in the mirror, before walking out into the kitchen. Loki was sitting at the table wearing tight pants and a large sweater that hung low enough to reveal his collarbones and the bruises that decorated them. Your mouth watered as you dragged your eyes up to his face. He was smiling, though it wasn’t unguarded. There was hesitation in his features and you knew they were there solely because of what happened yesterday. It was safe to say you would not be getting around discussing it this time.
“Good morning,” Loki said, holding a hand out for you. “You look beautiful.”
“I look like I just woke up,” you chuckled, walking forward and taking his hand. He lifted your conjoined hands to his mouth and kissed the backs of your fingers. He patted the seat next to him and you sunk down into it, not letting your hand leave his. On the table was a gathering of hearty foods that would not typically be consumed for breakfast. You raised an eyebrow and looked at Loki. “What time is it?”
“Around 2 p.m.,” Loki answered. He dropped your hand as he collected some pieces of chicken, scoops of potatoes, and helpings of vegetables onto a plate for you. He pushed it towards you before filling a bowl of soup and sliding that in your direction as well. “Eat.”
“You put me under a sleeping spell,” you murmured. It was less of a question and more of a statement.
Sighing, Loki nodded and sat back in his chair. “How did you know?”
“The last time you put me under a sleeping spell, you were adamant that I ate a very filling meal after I woke up.” You gestured to your plate. “This seems to fit the bill.”
“You needed the rest,” Loki said with a shrug.
“It helped. It did,” you said, reaching over to squeeze his strong thigh.
“Good. My smart girl is figuring me out,” Loki chuckled. He leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek. “You’re the only person to read me so quickly.”
“Not even Kassandra?” you asked before scooping some potatoes into your mouth.
“Not even her. She was good after a few years but you have gotten into my head so quickly, pet,” Loki praised you. “It’s...astounding to me. You know me.”
“We know each other,” you said, tipping your glass of water towards him. You took a sip before placing your glass down and occupying yourself with your meal again. “It’s amazing when you find someone who fits with you.”
“And I do fit in all the right places.” Loki winked. You rolled your eyes as you chewed your chicken but laughed quietly anyway. Loki was quiet as you ate, and though he didn’t eat anything himself, you didn’t feel awkward munching alone in front of him. When your plate was emptied, Loki leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other and a single arm flung over the back of the seat. You sat there, not quite looking at him but positive you knew the look that was on his face. He cleared his throat but did not shift in the slightest. “Pet.”
“I know,” you said, pushing your plate away. “I know, you want to talk about it.”
“We need to talk about it,” he stressed.
“What I need is a drink,” you scoffed. Loki rolled his eyes and waved his hand. In front of you, a large glass of white wine appeared. You blushed as you picked the glass up. “Thanks.”
“If it will help you talk about last night then by all means, take a drink,” Loki said, sweeping his hand in front of him. You took a gulp of wine, then another, then a third. You sighed pleasantly as the liquid courage slid down your throat.
“This is good,” you acknowledged.
“Stop stalling,” Loki practically growled, his face stern.
“Okay. When we got to the park last night, Gretchen was talking about work and then she said she was excited to see me. I told her I’ve been busy and she asked with what.” You paused and took another drink of the sweet white wine. “I then told her about you. I told her your name and how you came to me.”
“And?” Loki asked tentatively.
“And she called me crazy,” you whispered, staring into your drink. “She accused me of lying to make fun of her for worshipping you. She then said I had a superiority complex and I wasn’t better than her even though I was trying to be. Then she told me to fuck off and leave her alone.”
Tears were pooling in your eyes as you recalled the story. Loki stood from his seat and knelt in front of you. He moved your wine glass back to the table and held your hands in his. His face was soft and gentle, but full of quiet rage and concern over what happened.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “Why didn’t you call for me?”
“I offered to but then she screamed at me. I was so shocked by what she said that I froze and she ran off,” you explained, squeezing his hands. “I needed time alone after that. Cooper stayed with me though.”
There was a whimper and you whipped your head to see Cooper standing nervously in the doorway. He barked and Loki waved him over.
“What did he say?” you asked.
“He said it hurt to see you in pain,” Loki said, scratching behind Cooper’s ear. “But he was happy he was there to comfort you.”
“My best boy,” you laughed through your emotions, scratching his chin. Cooper preened under your touch but Loki just huffed. You looked back at Loki with a raised eyebrow. “Do you really get jealous of Cooper when I call him that?”
“I will neither confirm nor deny this,” Loki scoffed. You both laughed as Cooper gave him a low growl but your chuckles soon died down. Loki looked back at you and cradled your face in his hands. “I’m so sorry she hurt you. She had no right to do so when you were just being honest.”
“It hurt seeing her so angry with me. Loki, I…” you sighed and bit your lip. “I don’t have many friends. After college, I drifted apart from a lot of them. Then when I moved here for the new job, I lost contact with even more of them. Being upset over still being a virgin was from seeing them move on with their lives and talk about sex and just be happy with their sexuality while I struggled from hopping from job to job. I really thought moving away from them might help ease that tension inside of myself but it’s made me so lonely. And with Gretchen coming here, I thought having a close friend around would be good for me but now she’s gone and she never wants to talk to me again.”
“Oh, kitten,” Loki sighed. He pulled you into his lap on the floor and held you.
“I don’t want her to think I’m crazy or be mad at me,” you cried into his neck. He let you shed your tears for a few moments before patting your back. You lifted your head from his neck and observed his determined face.
“We’re going to fix this,” Loki assured you.
“How can we do that? She’s never going to talk to me again and -”
“Silence,” Loki commanded. You shut your mouth as Loki stroked a finger down your face. “Call her. Pretend you’re apologizing for what you said.”
“Loki -”
“Let me finish. Pretend you’re apologizing for what you said. Invite her over. And when she’s here, I’ll reveal myself to her. I’ll prove to her that I’m real and that we are very much in love,” Loki said confidently.
“And if she doesn’t answer her phone?” you asked.
“She’s a persistent caller. Be the same way with her,” Loki instructed.
“I don’t know about this,” you sighed, shaking your head.
“What she said, she said out of anger. She was hurt. I promise once she knows the truth she will take back what she said. We all react out of spite and pain. I am sure that was the case with her,” Loki said, rubbing your back. “She is a good friend of yours. Don’t lose her because of this.”
“Okay,” you said softly. “Loki?”
“Yes, my love?”
“Can you stay with me when I call her?”
Loki smiled and kissed you gently. “Of course. Go back to your room. I’ll meet you in a moment.”
“Love you,” you murmured, kissing him again. It was a deep, romantic kiss that had your knees buckling even though you were sitting. When you pulled away, Loki was offering you a wide grin.
“I love you, little one. Go now.” Loki spanked you. You laughed and climbed out of his lap and sauntered into the bedroom. Loki stared at the way your ass peeked out from under the bottom of his shirt. He hummed in appreciation and traced his lower lip with his finger. He was caught up in the sight of your shapely bottom until a set of sharp teeth nipped his earlobe. Loki flinched and moved away, rubbing his ear in annoyance. Cooper was staring at him and Loki rolled his eyes. “Was that necessary?”
“Lil bit.” Cooper tilted his head to the side and placed a paw on Loki’s thigh. “Why are you doing this? That whack Gretchen chick hurt our girl.”
“I know,” Loki sighed, scratching his head. “But it will hurt her more to have her out of her life. She will ruminate on the words Gretchen said and they will stay embedded in her brain. She needs to heal from this and the only way to do so is closure.”
“Loki…” Cooper whined and shuffled back and forth. “I don’t like this.”
“Why not?” Loki asked, facing the dog with complete seriousness on his face. Cooper licked his own nose as he placed his head on Loki’s shoulder. Loki petted him as Cooper pondered.
“Gretchen seemed nice but she also seemed...dunno, stuck up? Seems like a prissy girl who always gets what she wants.”
“Yes, my beloved told me this,” Loki murmured. “She’s worried that Gretchen will try to steal me from her because of her worship of me. It will not happen though. I feel as though introducing myself to Gretchen and telling her of my love for, as you say, our girl, she will respect boundaries and let go of any fantasy she may have of me.”
“Alright, buddy. If you say so. But if you need someone to start chomping…” Cooper bared his teeth and Loki barked out a laugh. He patted Cooper on the back and shook his head.
“You devious mongrel,” Loki chuckled. “I’m sure that will not be necessary.”
“Take care of her, okay? She gets sensitive.”
“You think I am unaware of that?”
“I don’t know, you seem to be too busy staring at her ass to notice.”
“Bastard dog!”
“Call ‘em as I see ‘em, pal.”
“What else can you see? Color? No, because you’re a dog,” Loki snickered. Though, his laughing was quickly cut off by Cooper’s teeth sinking into his arm. Loki pushed him off and glared at the self-satisfied creature. “I really need to muzzle you.”
“Good luck with that. She’d kill you.”
“No, I think she’d thank me,” Loki grunted. He stood and wiped his hands down his sweater. He turned towards your room and sighed. “Time to face the music.”
Loki walked into your room and found you sitting on your bed, staring at your phone. You looked up when he entered and smiled. He was overcome with an urge to kiss you. So, he did. He cupped your cheek and pressed a loving, lingering kiss to your mouth.
“I needed that,” you whispered as he pulled away.
“I always need that,” Loki agreed. He picked up your phone and slid it into your grasp. “You can do this, little one.”
“Alright.” Your voice was barely a squeak as you answered him. You dialed Gretchen’s number and placed the phone on speaker. It rang and rang, then went to voicemail.
“Try again,” Loki instructed. You listened and called again, but there was still no answer. “Again.”
“Loki…”
“Pet.”
“Fine, fine!” you groaned. You called Gretchen again and again, still not receiving any answer. However, after your tenth attempt, she picked up. You and Loki both perked up, but the line was silent. You mumbled out a tentative, “hello?”
“What do you want?” Gretchen snapped. Loki flinched at her tone. He pressed his hand to your thigh and stroked your skin, trying to put as much reassurance and care into his touch as he could.
“Hi Gretchen,” you whispered.
“I thought I told you to leave me alone,” she said plainly.
“You did but...I couldn’t leave us off like that,” you said, your voice a bit stronger. “Gretchen, I’m really sorry about yesterday. All I wanted to do was get closer to you. I thought that was the way.”
Loki gave you a nod, indicating he was proud of your lie.
“Why did you feel the need to say those things? Making up that you’re with Loki? That’s some fucked up shit,” Gretchen sighed.
You pursed your lips and looked at Loki. “I guess I wanted the attention.”
“And how did that work out for you?” Gretchen snickered a bit unkindly.
“Not well,” you sighed. “Listen, I want to make it up to you and formally apologize. Why don’t you come over today? We can crack open some wine and try and move past this.”
The line was quiet. Finally, you heard a groan from Gretchen’s end. “Yeah, okay. Sure. But if you start pulling some shit again then I’m out for real this time.”
“Thank you, Gretchen,” you said. “Want to come over in about an hour?”
“Okay,” Gretchen agreed. You rattled off your address before hanging up. You looked at Loki and he was offering you a wide smile.
“Such a good, brave girl,” Loki said softly. He scooted closer to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Are you ready?”
“Not at all,” you sighed. “I’m nervous.”
“It’s going to be okay,” Loki reassured you. His eyes darkened as he stroked his fingers along the inside of your thigh. “I can think of a few ways to relax you.”
“Oh, really?” you challenged.
“Mhmm…” Loki hummed before crawling on top of you. “Less than an hour, pet. How many times do you think I can make you cum in that time period?”
“I’m not playing that game again,” you laughed.
“Oh, sweetheart, I think we are.”
An hour later, you stumbled out of your room on wobbly legs as Gretchen knocked on the front door. You had changed into something a bit more presentable - a pair of jeans and a v-neck sweater. It showed off your pendant, something you felt a bit nervous doing considering her reaction to it yesterday. But Loki had insisted you kept it out today and you dared not disobey his direct order.
You took a deep inhale before pulling the door open. “Hey Gretchen.”
“Hi,” she said, her eyes immediately drawn to your pendant. You shifted nervously and stepped to the side.
“Come in,” you said in a hurry before she could change her mind. Gretchen sighed a bit and rolled her eyes before stepping inside. You closed the door behind her as she walked into the apartment, stepping into the living room.
“Nice place,” she murmured, examining the room.
“Thanks,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.
“So you wanted to apologize,” Gretchen said, flicking some hair away from her face and crossing her arms over her chest. “But you’re still wearing ‘Loki’s’ necklace.”
“I am,” you said carefully. “Because I want to apologize for not being honest with you sooner about Loki.”
“Not this shit again,” Gretchen hissed. “I thought we were over this.”
“Stop!” you shouted, stepping in front of her to stop her from leaving. “I’m telling you the truth and I can prove it.”
“No you’re not. You’re making fun of me. Just let me -”
You grabbed your pendant with a tight fist. “Loki!”
There was a flash of green and two hands landed on your shoulders from behind.
“You called, pet?” Loki asked. Gretchen’s eyes widened as she took in the dark, looming figure of Loki behind you. Her mouth opened and closed as she took a stumbling step backwards. Her shaking hand raised to cover her mouth. Loki looked at her and smiled. “Ah, is this the friend you were telling me about? Gretchen, was it?”
“This can’t be real,” she whispered behind her hand. Loki ran his palms down your arms and you looked up at him. His eyes were shining with mischief as he stepped around you. He held a hand out towards Gretchen.
“It is, dear. Allow me to introduce myself.” Loki bowed slightly as he let his magic swirl around him for dramatic effect. “I am Loki, Son of Odin, Prince of Asgard, God of Mischief and Sex.” He turned and winked at you. “And your friend’s beloved.”
“You...he...but...this is real?” Gretchen gasped. You nodded as Loki wrapped an arm around you. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as he produced a card in his hand, the same one he gifted to the woman from the church outside of your apartment.
“Very much,” Loki said, handing the card to Gretchen. She twisted it in her hand and gaped at it, eyes still wide with shock. “You see, I heard that my darling tried to tell you about me but didn’t have the chance to. I heard you stormed off in quite a rage because you thought she was lying. There is no lie here, Gretchen.”
Gretchen dropped the card and immediately fell to her knees. She bowed before you and Loki preened cockily.
“I am so fucking sorry! Oh gods, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean... I was just...oh...I’m sorry!” Gretchen cried. She looked up at you with teary eyes as she clutched your hand. “Honey, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you said, sinking down to the ground in front of her.
“I was so used to people teasing me because I worshipped Loki.” Gretchen’s eyes flashed up at the god and she blushed. “It’s a bit...taboo to worship you sometimes.”
“Understandably so,” Loki snickered, crossing his arms.
“So when you told me that you were with him, I thought you were going to be like the others. I spoke out of anger and I’m sorry for that,” Gretchen said. She took both of your hands in hers and clutched them tightly. “Please forgive me.”
“I forgive you,” you said with a smile.
“Oh, thank you!” Gretchen tossed herself into a hug with you and you laughed. You looked up at Loki and blushed. He was staring down at you with such pride and affection that it made your heart swell inside of your chest. When Gretchen pulled back, she looked up at Loki. She placed her forehead against the floor, the top of her head just barely brushing his boot. “My god...Prince Loki...I praise you.”
“Oh dear, I’m...honored...but none of that now. Stand up,” Loki said with a dismissive wave of his hand. Gretchen blanched and quickly scrambled to her feet. You stood up slowly. Once you were on your feet, Loki pulled you back against the side of his body. Gretchen looked between the two of you and shook her head.
“So you’re really together,” she said, her tone a bit defeated.
“Happily and eternally,” Loki said, lifting your hand to kiss your knuckles. You knew he was doing this just to show off but it felt good seeing how affectionate he was publicly being. His eyes were locked with yours as he smiled gently. “I am in love with this beautiful little mortal.”
“And you gave her that necklace?” Gretchen asked, gesturing her chin to your necklace.
“Yes I did. It allows me to come to wherever she is when she needs me. It keeps me connected to her,” Loki explained. Gretchen’s eyes moved slowly from your pendant to Loki’s face. She licked her lips and swayed a bit nervously. You looked between her and Loki and noticed a confused look on Loki’s face. “Speak, girl.”
“My powerful god,” Gretchen began, bowing her head submissively. Your throat tightened and you held Loki tighter. “I know it may be a lot to ask but...but a token like that necklace...I would love to receive one from you. What can I do to earn one?”
“Nothing,” Loki practically spat. Gretchen flinched and kept her head down, but looked at Loki from under her lashes. He shook his head and scoffed. “This pendant is one of a kind. You cannot have one.”
“My Prince, I understand.” Gretchen nodded. She folded her hands and bowed further. “I just...I am such a loyal follower. I pray to you all of the time. I want to earn a more righteous spot at your side. Please, Prince Loki, please tell me how to do so.”
“Why don’t you start by humbling yourself,” Loki said with a pinch of venom in his voice. “You are just a follower of mine. I can practically feel your jealousy that my beloved has a pendant and you do not. But that is because she is just that - my beloved. No one else can take her place. I gave her the pendant out of love and devotion.”
Your eyes widened at Loki’s confession. He had given you this pendant on your first night together. Had he already assumed he would catch feelings for you? The thought brought a blush to your cheeks and you looked away from the scene unfolding.
“I understand. I apologize for overstepping,” Gretchen whispered. “May I ask you a question, Sire?”
“Go ahead.”
“She told me that you would come to me if I called for you,” Gretchen stated. “I prayed to you all last night and you didn’t come. Why?”
“Perhaps I was busy consoling your friend that you left crying and in pain in the park,” Loki hummed. Gretchen whimpered and Loki sighed. He tore himself away from you to pat Gretchen’s back. She shuddered under his touch and you saw her eyes lighten with desire. “I do not want to be hostile with you, Gretchen. I can tell you are a good person. Instead of trying to win my favor, why don’t you project that passion and dedication to someone who deserves it?”
“You do deserve it! You are my god!” Gretchen said, looking directly up at Loki. She paused and looked away shyly. “But if that is your will, then I will listen.”
“Good,” Loki praised. Loki clapped his hands together and looked between you and Gretchen. He smiled and gestured to the couch. “Now that Gretchen believes I’m real, why don’t we collect that wine you promised us, kitten?”
“Good idea,” you said, stretching up on your toes and kissing Loki. You were going to just peck his lips but the taste and feel of him was intoxicating. You quickly fell into the kiss, deepening it as your lust and love for Loki leaked through. By the time you pulled away, you had almost forgotten Gretchen was there. You sank back onto the flats of your feet before turning to the kitchen.
You did not miss the flare of jealousy and longing in her eyes.
It was there, heated like an inferno as she registered the love that flowed between you and Loki. You were sure she was picturing herself in your shoes. But then, just as fast as it came, it was gone. A bright smile fitted itself onto her face as she nodded.
“Great idea!” she agreed with you. Loki walked out of the room to retrieve the glasses and the wine. When he walked away, Gretchen pulled you towards her. “I cannot believe this. He really loves you!”
“It’s crazy, right?” you laughed breathlessly as you both sat on the couch. “It feels like I’ve been living in a fever dream these past few weeks.”
“Well, I expect to hear all of the steamy details about what he’s like in bed. He’s the God of Sex, after all!” Though her smile was kind and her eyes were soft, you squirmed uncomfortably. You didn’t want to tell her about what you and Loki got up to in private. You didn’t want her knowing what he was like behind locked doors.
“That he is,” you said, trying to conceal your nervousness.
“Still, I’m happy for you.” Gretchen squeezed your thigh.
“Really?” you asked, both eyes widening slightly.
Gretchen nodded. “Yeah. You’ve been lonely for a long time. It’s good he’s here.”
“Yes it is,” Loki said as he swept back into the room. Gretchen immediately sat up and offered him her brightest grin. Though you felt her words were truthful, you still couldn’t shake the feeling that she was really trying to get Loki’s attention on her. But she did worship him, you had to remember that. This was like meeting her idol. You had to cut her some slack. Loki poured three glasses of wine and distributed them accordingly. He lifted his glass and looked at you. “A toast. To friendships coming together. To romance. And to you, darling. My brave girl, I love you so very much.”
You blushed as he spoke, his voice dropping to a near purr. You thanked him quietly as you held your glass up. The three of you toasted and began chatting. Loki settled beside you on the couch, furthest away from Gretchen, and kept a protective arm around your shoulders. For the most part, Gretchen was polite and courteous. She kept her eyes on Loki but also kept her distance. Meanwhile, you felt Loki’s eyes constantly on you. The three of you whittled away the next two hours through conversation. It was fun to converse with them and you found your worries over Gretchen worshipping Loki slowly slipping away. Once the two hours were over, Loki looked at the clock and sighed.
“Well, we’ve been at it for a while, haven’t we? I think it’s time to call it a night,” he said, clapping his hands together. He stood from the couch and rubbed his neck. “I must be off to Asgard anyway.”
“What?” you asked, your heart dropping in your chest.
“Unfortunately yes. So, Gretchen, this is goodbye,” Loki said.
“Oh, I should get going anyway,” Gretchen said, standing up. “It was so good to meet you, Prince Loki.”
“Just Loki,” Loki said, holding his hand out. “We shall meet again.”
Gretchen eagerly grabbed his hand and shook it. “Yes, I hope so.” She turned to you, still grasping his hand. “I’ll see you soon. Call me!”
“Will do,” you whispered as you stood.
“Allow me to walk you out,” Loki offered politely. Gretchen blushed as Loki walked her to the door. She waved once before Loki closed the door behind her. You stood in the hallway and crossed your arms over your chest, making yourself appear smaller.
“You’re going back to Asgard?” you asked.
“No, I’m not. I just wanted her to leave,” Loki scoffed. He walked back to you and rubbed his hands over your arms. You relaxed immediately and laughed quietly.
“Oh, good. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet.” You stretched up and kissed him quickly. “But why did you want her to leave? Did you not like her?”
“She’s...nice, a little privileged if anything. A bit forward but I suppose that’s from years of worship.” Loki shrugged. His hands migrated to your hips and he pulled you against his body. “Really, I just wanted to get you alone. You look so enticing in this sweater - your breasts on display and my pendant sitting so enticingly on your chest.” He raised a hand and stroked your pendant, then trailed his hand down to squeeze your breast. You moaned and pressed yourself into his touch. “All I could do was stare at you. I wanted to fuck you so badly. Images of you naked, wet, and wanting kept running through my head. I was doing everything in my power not to get hard as a rock right there on the couch.”
“Loki…” you moaned as both of his hands came up to grope your breasts. Your head rolled back as he grabbed at you, your cunt quickly growing wet.
“Mmm...come with me, pet. I intend on fucking you in that sexy little sweater,” Loki whispered. He took your hand and walked you back into the kitchen. He stood you by the table and held onto your hips. “Stay here.”
Loki sank down into a chair and ran his hands over your jeans. His palms smoothed over your ass and he squeezed you firmly. You moaned and placed your hands on his shoulders, trying to maintain your balance.
“These jeans look so fucking good on you,” Loki murmured. “The way they hug your thighs...fuck, such a beautiful girl.”
“Thank you, Master.” You shivered at his praise. Loki’s eyes met yours and he slowly unbuttoned your jeans. He pulled the zipper down and slid them down your legs. As your skin revealed itself, Loki leaned in and kissed your legs. You were throbbing in your panties and when Loki smirked, you knew he could smell your arousal.
“You were so brave today, kitten,” Loki purred. Two fingers slid over the crotch of your underwear and you spread your legs wider. A wet patch on your panties revealed your true arousal and Loki laughed darkly. “My good, good girl. You’re so wet for me.”
“I always am,” you admitted. Loki’s fingers pressed over your clit and rubbed back and forth. Even through the fabric of your underwear, the feel of him was electric and charged with lust.
“Really? Were you wet for me as we sat on the couch with Gretchen?” Loki asked.
“Don’t say her name when you’re touching me,” you said quickly, offering Loki pleading eyes. “Please. You’re mine.”
“Yes I am, little one,” Loki promised you. His nose touched your covered mound and you bit back a moan. He pressed a soft kiss to your clit through your underwear and you shook with anticipation. “And because of that, I’m going to treat you right. I’m going to reward you. You were such a good, strong girl today. You deserve the praise.”
“Oh L-Loki, thank you,” you moaned. Loki slid your underwear down your legs and helped you step out of them. Once your lower half was completely bare, Loki hoisted you up by your hips and placed you on the table.
“Lay back, pet. It’s time for me to worship this beautiful body,” Loki said, pressing a hand to your chest and pushing you backwards. You collapsed onto your back and watched as Loki aligned his face with your pussy. He spread your legs wider and gave you a cheeky grin. “You’re dripping onto the table.”
“I’m a little excited here,” you laughed, your face covered in a dramatic flush. Loki traced two fingers along your glistening folds and you let out an unbridled moan. His touch was slow and agonizing, teasing you with what he could do but wasn’t. Even with your handful of orgasms from only hours earlier, you were already desperate to cum again for him.
“You know, kitten, I love calling you my little slut. You’re always gagging for my cock so it’s rather fitting,” Loki said, kissing along the inside of your quivering thighs. “But even when you’re my dirty whore, you’re still my good, good girl. You’re so beautiful and strong. So pretty and smart - gods, I love you. You’re perfect.”
You thrashed back and forth as Loki teased you, his hands and mouth wandering over your legs and swollen pussy. You couldn’t take your gaze off of Loki. He was hypnotizing you with those magnetic green eyes, capturing you in this moment and keeping your mind from wandering off.
“Please Loki…” you begged, your chest heaving. “I want your mouth on me.”
“I’ll give you what you want, baby. I can’t wait to taste this pretty pussy,” Loki said. He leaned forward and took in a deep breath of you. You spread your legs wider and the invitation was enough for Loki to kiss your clit. You arched your back off the table as Loki wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked gently. His fingers continued to trace your folds and prod at your hole.
“Feels so good,” you moaned. Loki was lavishing you with direct attention. It was overwhelming having his mouth on you. He was moaning against your cunt, praising your taste without even physically speaking. There was bliss on his face as his tongue lapped at you, and when he groaned while sliding two fingers inside of you, you weren’t sure which one of you was more affected by this.
“Your pussy is perfect. I could spend eternity down here,” Loki gasped before diving back in and lapping at you more generously. Your thighs trembled on either side of his head as you grabbed for anything to hold onto. You rocked down against his face and Loki nodded in encouragement. You held onto the edge of the table as you bucked against his face, taking what you wanted from him.
“M-Master, I need to cum,” you said, slightly embarrassed at how quickly your orgasm was approaching. Loki pulled his lips away and shook his head, but continued to coax you with his curling fingers.
“Not yet. I intend to take my time with you,” Loki said. “Cruel, I know. Making you cum so much this afternoon and now not letting you cum at all.”
“But...but...Loki…”
“No, sweetheart. Listen to your Master. I know what’s best for you,” Loki reminded you. You whimpered but nodded, still riding his fingers. Loki stood over you and pressed his lips to yours. You tasted yourself against him as he licked into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him closer. The more intense your kiss got, the faster his fingers pumped inside of you. You were moaning against his lips, overcome with so much pleasure that your head fell back against the table.
“More, more, more,” you begged. Loki’s thumb circled your clit at the same time as his fingers curled within you. The dual sensations sent chills down your spine and it took everything in your power not to cum. Loki kissed you again and you sighed into his mouth happily.
“I know you can taste your pussy on my mouth,” Loki whispered, licking over your lower lip. You whined and nodded, cunt clenching around his fingers. “But you know what I taste?”
“W-What?” you asked. Loki winked and sank back down to rest between your thighs. He licked around his fingers and groaned, cock hardening in his trousers.
“I taste your delicious juices, your sweet arousal,” Loki said. He curled his fingers up and tapped at your sensitive, spongy walls. “But I also taste myself on you, in you. I taste the cum I poured inside of your tight cunt. It’s so fucking hot knowing that hours later, my essence is still on you. And guess what? I’m going to cum inside of you again. I’m going to keep my scent all over your body. You’re all mine, pet. Everyone is going to know it just by walking past you and smelling my cum soaking into your skin.”
“Fuck, Loki, please! Master! Please! Let me cum!” you cried out, his words turning you on so much that your arousal was now dripping around his fingers.
“You want to cum, baby?” Loki asked. You whined out a weak agreement and Loki pumped his fingers faster. “What about my cock? Do you want my cock inside of you?”
“Yes, yes, yes! Loki, please! Please give me your cock, Master! Please!” you nearly screamed. Loki growled and tugged his fingers out of you. He grabbed you from the table and pulled you onto his lap.
“Take my cock out, little one,” Loki instructed you, his voice heavy and full of lust. You opened his trousers with trembling hands and released his large cock. Loki easily lifted you up and aligned you with his cock. He lowered you onto him slowly and you moaned loudly, your chest heaving with pleasure.
But then, he just kept you there.
“Loki?” you asked. “What -”
“You’ve yet to eat dinner, darling,” Loki tutted. “It’s been a long day and you should eat.”
“I thought...aren’t you going to...you know, fuck me?” you whimpered, trying to swivel your hips. Loki gripped your waist and held you down on him, not letting you move. He shook his head and patted your ass.
“No, sweetheart. I’m going to feed you dinner while you warm my cock,” Loki said.
“I’m going to what?”
“You’re going to warm my cock. You’re going to keep that snug pussy around my cock for as long as I want you to without moving an inch.” Loki’s smile was devious as he waved his hand over the table. In seconds, it was covered in small platters of meats, fruits, and cheeses. He picked up a slice of cheese and held it to your lips. “Open up and eat.”
You weren’t really hungry, not after your heavy late lunch that Loki prepared. You knew this was all part of his game though. He was testing your patience and your limits. Licking your lips, you took the cheese into your mouth and chewed it slowly.
“Good girl,” Loki said as he nuzzled into your neck. “Such a good, perfect, beautiful girl. I love you.”
“I love you too,” you whispered. It was hard to think with Loki’s cock inside of you, throbbing and pulsing with need. It was nice to have him inside of you, keeping you full and stuffed to the brim. However, there was also something missing. The friction, the movement, the harsh thrusts - without them, the itch inside of you was not completely scratched. You swallowed the lump in your throat as Loki slathered some butter on a small piece of toast. “Loki -”
“Quiet, baby. Let me take care of you,” Loki purred, placing the toast in your mouth. Your cunt quivered around him and based on the flare of Loki’s nostrils, he was not the only one having their patience tested. You purposefully squeezed your cunt around his cock and Loki cursed, dropping the remaining toast on the ground. “Vixen.”
“I thought you wanted to praise me today,” you giggled.
Loki smacked your ass. It jolted you forward and the motion of his cock moving inside of you had you gasping for air.
“Be good,” Loki warned. “Or you won’t be cumming for the rest of the night.”
“Yes, Master,” you whispered, bowing your head. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“What a submissive little girl,” Loki purred, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I adore you.”
Before you could answer, Loki thrusted his cock once. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you felt yourself nearly flying with delusional want.
But Loki was just getting started.
You had no idea how long you were warming Loki’s cock for. He fed you handfuls of delectable treats, each morsel and bite better than the last. But you couldn’t focus on the deliciousness of what he was feeding all. All you could concentrate on was his large cock nestled inside of you.
You wanted to rock down against him and bounce in his lap. You craved that hot rub of his member scrubbing against your sensitive walls. Instead, you just sat there and let him feed you. With every bit of praise he gave you - my good girl, so beautiful, so submissive, lovely girl, you’re so good for me… - you caved into listening to him. You wanted to make him proud. You wanted to be the only person he ever thought of. Tapping into your pure obedience could accomplish that.
However, Loki wasn’t necessarily making it all that easy to be good for him. After every few bites, Loki would shift himself in his chair. The jostling of his legs or the adjustment of his hips would force his cock deeper inside of you. His cock would twitch and spill drops of precum inside of you, heating you up with desire. You were wet and soaking the legs of his pants, but you didn’t care. You were so desperate for him that it wiped all concerns from your mind.
You were full and you didn’t want any more food. He kept trying to feed you but you turned your face away, shaking your head.
“Eat, pet,” Loki instructed.
“N-No,” you cried out, flinging yourself forward to wrap your arms around his neck. The change of angle had his cock jabbing against a deeper spot inside of you and it had you seeing stars. “Fuck me, Loki, please!”
“Not yet, baby,” Loki clicked his tongue. “We’re halfway through.”
“Halfway?” you gasped, looking up at Loki with tear-filled eyes. “How long have we been at it?”
“An hour,” Loki said casually. He held up a piece of cured meat. “Eat.”
“No! I want your cock, Master. Please give it to me. Please fuck me. Please, I beg you,” you sobbed, leaning it to kiss his neck. You plastered kisses all along his skin, hoping it would break his resolve. Loki growled and grabbed you by the back of your hair and yanked you backwards.
“No. Be my good girl and keep warming my cock. You can eat or not. The food will distract you, though,” Loki said. He slipped the meat into your mouth but instead of chewing it, you suctioned your lips around his fingers and bobbed your head back and forth as if you were sucking his cock. The tears streaming down your cheeks helped aid in the sinful image. Loki stared at you in awe, his own eyes glazed over with desire.
“Fuck me,” you begged after abandoning his lips and swallowing the food. “Please, Master.”
“No,” he growled. And that was how you spent another hour in his lap, legs so weak that you couldn’t even feel them anymore thanks to their severe trembling. Your pussy fluttered around his cock and you knew his trousers were completely ruined from your juices dripping onto him. With every passing minute, your cries grew more desperate and your moans grew more passionate.
“Loki! Master! Fuck, please! Take me!” you cried, grabbing his arms and squeezing his cock.
Loki looked at the clock and uttered a dark, “fuck it”. He stood up with you still impaled on his cock. He swept the plates and platters off the table, sending them clattering to the floor. Loki slammed you down on the table and began fucking you in quick, hard thrusts.
“Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!” you shouted, tangling your fingers in Loki’s hair. “Just like that, oh yes…”
“My good girl is such a fucking tease,” Loki growled, pistoning into you without any sense of patience or sophistication. “First you tie me up and tease me with your mouth, now you purposefully clench around my cock just to get me to fuck you...fuck, you little devil.”
“I wanted you. I couldn’t wait any longer,” you sobbed, locking your ankles around Loki’s ass.
“Consider us even then,” Loki said with a wink. His face grew sympathetic as he angled his cock differently to hit your deepest possible spot. “Do you need to cum, baby?”
“Yes, Master, I do,” you said. “I really, really need to cum.”
“I bet you do,” Loki snickered. He leaned down and kissed your neck. “All in due time.”
Luckily, Loki wouldn’t make you wait much longer. He fucked you into the table, causing the structure to tremble and shake beneath his harsh movements. You weren’t even concerned about the table breaking - again. You could not care less if the wood splintered and snapped in half. All you wanted was his cock and to finally cum.
You realized you were beginning to take his freely given orgasms for granted.
You tugged Loki’s hair, scratched at his clothed back, and pushed his hips against you harder. Loki was moaning your name, chanting it as he thrusted into you. When his thumb pressed to your clit, you knew you only had seconds left before you came.
“Cum,” he commanded, a single yet powerful word. Your eyes widened and you shouted Loki’s name so loudly that if his silencing spell had not been casted around your apartment, the entire building could have probably heard you. Your orgasm hit you so powerfully that your vision grew blurry and you couldn’t make out anything that was happening. You barely registered Loki groaning your name, and then he was spilling inside of you, coating your walls with his cum.
You laid there, staring at the ceiling, bliss covering your features. A weak, lazy smile graced your lips as Loki kissed your cheeks. He was saying something, but you couldn’t hear it. You were too deep in bliss.
Loki slid his cock out of you and collected you into his arms. He walked you both into the living room and placed you down on the couch. He adjusted you so you were laying down, legs spread to show off his cum leaking out of your pussy. Loki groaned and began eating you out again, cleaning his cum from your cunt. That shot you back to your senses and you grabbed his hair.
“Loki!” you gasped, both bucking into his touch and trying to get away from it.
“Cum if you want, I don’t care. I just want to taste you again,” Loki admitted. There was no question whether you would cum again or not. Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. You came on his face and Loki lapped it up greedily. When he was finished, Loki held himself over you, his face glistening. He licked your arousal off of his face. “Delicious.”
“You...yup, God of Sex,” you laughed breathlessly. Loki laughed along with you and you pulled him down on top of you. You kissed him slowly and intimately, your mouth slack from pleasure. “Mmm...two hours of that, huh?”
“I plan on going all day next time,” Loki said with a wink.
You couldn’t ignore the way you felt your clit throb at that. “Oh wow.”
“Did you like it, sweet? Did you like warming my cock? I know I like to leave myself inside of you for a few extra minutes but this was a step up,” Loki asked with his left eyebrow lifted upwards.
“It was a leap up,” you scoffed. “But...yes, that was really fucking hot.”
“Good to know,” Loki said, nuzzling your cheek with his nose. “It was a good day.”
“It was,” you agreed. “It was nice making up with Gretchen, but I don’t know if I want to see her for a while.”
“Why not?” Loki asked.
“Because I like having you all to myself,” you teased, dragging him down for another kiss.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” Loki chuckled against your lips.
You fell asleep on the couch that night in Loki’s arms. He eventually carried you to bed, letting Cooper back into the living room as he placed you on the bed. Loki vanished his clothing and crawled into bed with you. He had magically removed your bra, but kept your sweater on, knowing how comfortable you felt in it.
Then, he held you. He just held you. He knew he should be answering prayers - it had been a while, after all - but holding you in his arms lulled him into a quick, peaceful sleep.
Maybe that was a good thing, for if Loki stayed awake, he would have heard Gretchen’s prayers asking him to come to her.
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Chapter 27: You’re A Pain In My Ass. Literally.
Summary:
Another day, another run in with Gretchen. Except this time, she’s acting...weird. Things just can’t be easy, can they?
TW: some more intense BDSM themes (flogging and pain play)
Notes:
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Chapter Text
“Loki! Loki, fuck, please! Please let me cum!”
Loki was fucking you from behind, his hips slapping against your ass with every hard thrust. His hands were grasping your hips so tightly as he fucked you, bruises were already blossoming on your skin. His cock was pulsing, throbbing with need. Your cunt was clamping down around him and neither of you were going to last much longer.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise that you two would have ended up like this. Loki had walked into the bedroom after taking Cooper out when he saw you bent over the side of the bed reaching for something. Instinct took over and Loki rushed over to you, pressed himself behind you, and held you against the side of the bed. He had slid downwards, ate you out, then stood up, released his cock, and began pounding into you.
It was impressive, really. He had not fucked you since the whole cock warming scene yesterday. Now that it was past noon the following day, indulging himself in your snug pussy was overdue.
“You beg so nicely, little girl. Such pretty moans for your Master,” Loki groaned, tossing his head backwards. You arched your back and pressed your ass back into his thrusts. Loki growled and spanked his hand down on your ass. Your cries rang out through the room as he thrusted harder. “That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself back on my cock.”
“Harder! Please, Master, please...fuck me harder,” you moaned, spreading your legs and pushing yourself further into the bed.
“Greedy little whore,” Loki hissed. “You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” you gasped, tossing yourself backwards.
“Mmm, but you’re so good for me.” Loki reached around and pressed his fingers against your clit. “Cum for me, pet. Cum all over my cock.”
“Loki!” you shouted, your orgasm washing over you with only a few swivels of his fingers. You clenched around his cock as he came moments after you, his cum spilling deep inside of you. You trembled through your orgasm as Loki caressed your back, ass, and thighs with warm hands.
“Such a good girl,” Loki whispered as he slid out of you. He watched his cum leak out of you and with two fingers, he promptly collected every drop that spilled out and shoved it back inside of you. He loved marking you with his cum, ensuring that every bit of his essence was clinging to you, inside of you. The sight of you being filled to the brim had his cock hardening again already.
“I needed that,” you admitted, pulling yourself up so your back was straight. You stretched your arms out and turned to face Loki. He held your hips and pulled your body against his.
“Then why didn’t you ask?” Loki hummed, drawing circles into your hips with his thumbs.
“Was me bending over the bed not clear enough?” you asked with a wink.
Loki blanched and raised his eyebrows. “You did that on purpose?”
“What? Did I fool the God of Mischief?” you giggled, stretching up onto your toes and pressing a kiss to Loki’s cheek. “You’re losing your touch, buddy.”
Loki turned to watch you as you sauntered across the room. Now, his cock was rock hard, straining and in need of sinking inside of you again. “You temptress!”
“Your temptress,” you practically purred, sending him a flirtatious grin. Your eyes fell to his cock and he watched your cheeks flush a few shades deeper. “Can’t get enough of me, huh?”
“No, I can’t,” Loki agreed, stalking towards you. “I always want you, little girl.”
“I would say prove it but…” You gestured to his cock and giggled again. Loki’s nostrils flared and he pinned you against the wall, his hard body pressed against yours. His cock nudged against your stomach and you whimpered with need.
“I think someone needs to remember her place here,” Loki whispered, his nose brushing along your cheek. “You sassy little thing.”
“What are you going to do to me, Master? Are you going to -” The shrill sound of your phone ringing cut you off. You groaned and hit your head back against the wall. “Fuck! Not again!”
“Ignore it,” Loki murmured. “Focus on me. Focus on your Master.”
Loki could tell you were trying, but even he was distracted by the persistent ringing of your phone. When the noise finally cut off, he sighed in relief. But moments later, it began again. Loki growled and walked over to the bed, snatching your phone off of it. When he read the name, his eyes rolled.
“She’s calling,” he said plainly.
“Gretchen?” you asked, walking towards him from your spot on the wall. You looked at the phone and confirmed it was indeed Gretchen. You sighed and grimaced at the phone. “I don’t want to answer it.”
“You know what will happen if you don't,” Loki grunted. “She’ll just keep calling.”
The phone disconnecting and then ringing only moments later confirmed Loki’s statement.
When you didn’t make any effort to reach for the phone, Loki rolled his eyes and answered the call.
“Gretchen,” he said, not offering any sort of greeting. The line was quiet and Loki could only assume she was registering him answering.
“Prince Loki!” she squealed. “You’re back from Asgard.”
“I am,” he lied plainly. “What do you want?”
“Oh...sorry if I’m interrupting…” Gretchen said nervously. Loki rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as he listened to her gather her thoughts. “It...it’s so nice to hear your voice.”
Loki watched jealousy flash in your eyes and he pulled you against his body, hand settling on the small of your back. “I’m glad you think so. Now I am a busy man so I will ask again - what do you want?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to come over, actually. I really enjoyed coming over yesterday and I thought it would only be nice to return the favor,” Gretchen said. Loki wanted to say no. He wanted time alone with you to finish what was started. But then, he remembered the beautiful smile on your face yesterday and the glimmering in your eyes at having your friend back. Even Loki could admit that the conversation was pleasant yesterday. He looked down at you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“We’ll be over later,” Loki muttered.
“We?” Gretchen hesitantly asked. There was a pause and then a nervous laugh. “Oh, yeah. Silly me, you’re with her! Duh, okay! I’ll text her the address. Bye, my Prince!”
Loki hung up without saying goodbye. It felt odd that she had completely forgotten about you, though that could be attributed to the shock of talking to him. He tossed the phone away from him and sighed.
“Where are we going?” you asked, smoothing your hands over Loki’s chest. He relaxed immediately under your touch, your small hands bringing comfort to his tense skin. Loki gave you a sympathetic look as he pulled you into his lap while sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Gretchen’s house, apparently,” he muttered.
“Oh,” you said, your face falling. After spending time with her yesterday, you really wanted to be alone with Loki. Some lingering jealousy and insecurity came to the surface. Why did Loki want to see Gretchen? You chewed your lip nervously and looked away from Loki’s intense gaze.
“Is that not okay, sweet?” Loki asked, rubbing your back.
“No...it’s okay. I just wanted some alone time,” you said with a blush on your cheeks. Loki cupped your face in his hand and leaned it to kiss you. You melted into his kiss, his soft lips caressing yours. You tangled your fingers in his hair and held him close. His cock twitched against you and you moaned.
“We’re alone now. We’ll be alone later, too,” Loki mumbled against your lips. “We’ll entertain her for an hour then leave. I can’t be without this delicious cunt for that long, after all.”
You laughed and turned your face to the side as Loki began kissing your flushed cheek. Though his comment was teasing and vulgar, it honestly made you feel better. Not to mention the hard cock pressed to your body reassured you of his desire for you.
“I wonder how we can pass the time until then,” you giggled. You slinked off of Loki’s lap and walked across the room. You pressed your back against the wall and lifted your hands above your head, crossing them at the wrists. “Maybe we should pick up where we left off, Master.”
“What a good little pet,” Loki chuckled, getting up and walking over to you. “Keep your hands there. Be my good girl. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Master.”
*
Loki knocked on Gretchen’s front door. His other arm was wrapped around you and his eyes were focused on your body. You felt the need to be a bit flaunting today, so you elected to wear another low cut sweater with tight jeans. Loki’s eyes had been glued to your figure ever since you put the outfit on, his mouth nearly watering at the sight.
“May I just say how fucking good you look?” Loki purred in your ear as you waited for Gretchen to answer the door. His hand slid down to cup your ass and he squeezed it generously. You bit back a moan as his fingers slid to brush over your clothed core. Even through the denim, you knew he could feel the heat of your aroused cunt.
“You’ve said it ten times since we left the apartment,” you reminded him, looking up at him with a twinkle in your eye.
Loki was dressed in one of his handsome, sophisticated suits - black suit jacket and trousers, black tie, and an emerald green shirt with a floral pattern etched so finely into it that you had to squint to see it. His body looked tempting in it and you weren’t sure how long you would be able to keep your hands off of him.
Loki chuckled and pressed two fingers to your clit. You gasped and jumped forward, but Loki hooked his fingers through the back loop of your jeans and held you back. Loki bent his head down and brushed his lips along your ear.
“Ten times is not enough. You’re gorgeous, kitten,” Loki whispered. “I could fuck you right now against this door. You’re so beautiful. I’m so in love with you.”
“Loki…” you gasped.
“If she takes any longer, I’m going to -” Suddenly, the door swung open. Your eyes widened when you saw Gretchen’s appearance. She was completely done up. Her hair was styled, her face was painted, and her smile was glowing with her pearly white teeth. A tight emerald green dress clung to her body that showed off all of the rich curves she had. Her smile faded when she saw Loki’s lips at your ear but she quickly recovered. Loki looked at her and gave her a sheepish grin. “Hello, Gretchen.”
“Hey,” she said with a giggle. “Come on in.”
Gretchen stepped aside, still holding the door open. You both walked in and you gave her a smile.
“Hey, Gretch,” you said with a small wave.
“It’s so good to see you,” Gretchen said, placing a hand on Loki’s arm as she smiled between you. “Welcome to my humble little home.”
“It’s lovely,” Loki said, sliding away ever so slightly to move her arm off of him. You preened when he wrapped his arm around you and held you close to him.
Gretchen didn’t like that, though. Her nostrils flared and she did her best to maintain a calm look on her face.
“Let me show you around,” Gretchen said, sweeping into the living room. She chatted to, well, Loki as she showed you both around. Not only were you filled with bubbling jealousy because of her outfit, but envy filled you as well. Her apartment was gorgeous and was dripping in riches. It reminded you of the lack of art you were supposed to be making. You shifted uncomfortably as Gretchen showed off her extensive collection of fine china. You should be helping out at home more. Loki bought the entire apartment and you promised you would be contributing. All you were offering to the bargain was sex. Loki must have noticed your shuffling because he squeezed your hip with his hand.
“I love you,” he said softly in your ear, low enough for Gretchen not to hear when she turned away to bring out something else to show you. “Whatever is on your mind, calm it.”
“I’ll tell you later,” you whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He nodded and turned back to Gretchen, who was holding a cashmere scarf in her hands. Her lips were pressed into a tight line.
“Everything okay?” she asked, hard eyes looking at you. You flinched under her gaze. Something about her felt...wrong. Off. This wasn’t the bubbly girl that was at your apartment yesterday. There was hostility in her tone.
“Just fine.” you smiled. “What’s this?”
“A scarf from Paris. My father bought it for me a few years ago. It’s delicate but...” Gretchen purred, wrapping it around her fists and pulling it. She looked at Loki and winked. “Very strong.”
“I see,” he said curtly. Gretchen wavered a bit and placed the scarf away. She then led you to the pristine kitchen, the guest room, the bathroom, and finally, her bedroom.
“This is where all the magic happens,” she said, pushing the door open.
You froze.
Along her wall was an altar, one decorated in gold and green and black. It was no doubt who it was meant for. You didn’t even have something so extravagant at home - fuck, you didn’t have anything. Bowls of offerings and flickering candles were scattered across the altar top. You bit your tongue to stop yourself from spewing anything you would regret as you looked up at Loki.
He looked...honored.
“Wow,” he whispered, stepping into the room. His hand fell away from your hip for the first time since entering Gretchen’s home. He walked over to the altar and examined it.
“It’s for you,” she said with pride in her voice. Loki’s eyes scanned over the altar. He let his hand hover above it as he walked back and forth, his eyes shutting and his head beginning to nod.
“This is possibly one of the largest Midgardian altars I have ever seen for me,” Loki murmured. You squirmed in place at the door uncomfortably. Gretchen looked at you and grinned.
“Only the best for you, my Prince,” Gretchen said, turning back to Loki. “It is my honor to worship you.”
“Well, you have done a fine job at that,” Loki noted, turning back to face you both. Your eyes were downcast and you felt so small compared to them. It was like you were the odd one out - no altar, no offerings, nothing in your home to show Loki was worshipped aside from a flag that he had put there. Loki watched you carefully and could practically feel the hurt radiating off of you. Clearing his throat, he gestured to the doorway. “Shall we go sit for a bit?”
“Do you not want to examine the altar further? Is it not good enough?” Gretchen asked, stumbling over to Loki. “I...I will admit, it was smaller. Then I met you and I had to make it grander for you, knowing how amazing you were in person.”
Loki’s face hardened a bit. “It is just fine. Are you telling me you made all of these changes in one day?”
“Yes, Sire,” Gretchen said, bowing her head. “I wanted to impress you. I wanted to prove that I was your greatest follower.”
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. You could feel yourself growing cold and spiteful, and you wanted to storm out of her house in fury. This was not right. She knew you two were together and yet she was flaunting her worship in front of him.
Though, Loki was keen as always.
“Impress me you have, Gretchen. But a grand altar does not mean your worship is greater than others,” Loki said tentatively. He looked up at you as he spoke, his face full of warmth and compassion. “Not everyone can afford an altar. Not everyone can afford offerings. But what we can afford is prayer, devotion, faith. As long as you have those things, it matters not what you have in your home. Large altars are impressive and do bring honor but do not believe yourself to be a greater worshipper than everyone else because you have one.”
“But it is nice right?” Gretchen asked, daring to look up at Loki. He grimaced and nodded.
“It is nice.”
“Great!” Gretchen cheered, clapping her hands together and turning towards you. “Drinks then, shall we?”
“Sure,” you mumbled.
Gretchen winked at you as she walked out of the doorway. You waited there as Loki approached you. He stepped directly in front of you and tilted your face up towards his. He brushed some stray hairs away from your face.
“I love you. You know that, right?” Loki asked softly.
“Yeah,” you whispered. Your arms uncrossed and you moved your hands to Loki’s chest. “It’s a nice altar.”
“You don’t need one,” he answered quickly before you could speak any further. “I came to you even without an altar, didn’t I?”
Well, he had a point.
“I guess.” You shrugged. You looked at Loki’s lips and swallowed. “I think a kiss might make me feel better.”
“Then who am I to object such a request?” Loki chuckled before dipping down and pressing his lips to yours. You moaned into his mouth. The kiss was much more heated than you thought it would be. Loki pushed you back against the open door and gripped your hips with force. He bit your lip and sucked on it before diving back in and licking into your mouth. Your knees felt weak and you were almost positive this was going to escalate further. Until Gretchen came in, of course.
“Wow,” she said, standing in the doorway again. Loki pulled away from you but you continued to hold onto one another. Gretchen had a smile plastered onto her face but you could see the licks of rage in her eyes. She giggled almost maliciously. “You two just don’t stop, huh?”
“I can’t get enough of her, I suppose,” Loki laughed, running his hands along your hips. “Er, drinks, was it?”
“Yes,” Gretchen said coolly. Loki took your hand and led you out of the room. Gretchen stood in the doorway and when you walked past her, her cold eyes followed you. They ran along your body and she smirked, shaking her head. Then, she focused on your pendant and her nostrils flared. You whipped back around but Loki was facing forward, completely unaware of what had happened. He walked you into the living room and sat down on one of the pristine white couches. You sat next to him and Gretchen sat beside him. Her eyes were still on you and you shifted slightly away from Loki to calm her down. Loki scrunched his brows together and pulled you in closer. You sighed and Gretchen turned away, popping open the bottle of red wine on the table. “So, how do you like the place?”
“It’s nice,” you commented, actually truthful. Her apartment was lovely and while the decorating wasn’t to your taste, she still did an excellent job at tying everything up and designing it how she liked.
“Loki?” she asked, pouring him a glass of wine.
“Thank you,” he said. “I agree with my beloved. It’s very nice.”
“Thank you,” she giggled, looking at him as she poured your wine. She put the cork back in the bottle and set it aside. She pointed her glass at you and scrunched her nose playfully. “No spilling, honey. These couches are new.”
“I’ll do my best,” you chuckled.
“Oh, Loki. You should have seen her in college. Such a klutz,” Gretchen laughed, placing her hand on Loki’s arm. You eyed her hand and suddenly wished Cooper was here to gnaw it off. You took a deep breath and a sip of wine as Gretchen leaned in closer to Loki. “Always stumbling around. Never could catch her footing.”
“Well, we can’t all have your grace, Gretchen,” you noted in a sickly sweet tone.
“That’s true,” she laughed. She crossed one long leg over the other and shifted closer to Loki so her foot was brushing the leg of his pants. He sat there stiffly, eyes cold as he looked at her. Gretchen looked past Loki at you and pursed her lips. “What was the name of that guy you spilled a beer all over our last semester?”
“Damion,” you answered bitterly.
“Damion! That’s right!” Gretchen looked back at Loki and giggled. “She liked him so much and I think he was finally coming around to hooking up with her when she dumped an entire bottle of Bud on him!”
“Wasn’t my proudest moment,” you sighed.
“Worry not, darling,” Loki said, placing his hand on your knee and squeezing it. He smiled at you and wiggled his eyebrows. “Many times I have spilled mead on my brother, both accidentally and on purpose. It seems you and I have a knack for these things.“
You blushed and in your head, you thanked him through a quick prayer, knowing he would hear it. Loki rubbed his thumb over your knee when Gretchen pulled his arm again.
“It happens to the best of us, I guess. But hey, remember that time you tripped walking up on stage to get your award our third year? That was so funny!” Gretchen laughed, covering her mouth with her free hand. “I remember everyone chuckling under their breath. And then the rest of the night you had dirt from the stage smeared on your dress.”
“Yeah,” you sighed.
“I told you she’s a klutz,” Gretchen said with a wink at Loki.
He turned back to you. “You got an award?”
“Yeah, I got one in college for an art show.” You waved your hand dismissively. “It was no big deal.”
“Darling, that’s a very big deal!” Loki turned completely away from Gretchen and lifted your hand to his lips. “My little artist, I am so proud of you. Will you show it to me when we get home?”
“If I still have it,” you giggled, your flush now covering your entire face and neck.
“Brilliant,” Loki whispered before kissing the back of your hand.
“It was nice, I have to admit,” Gretchen sighed. “Speaking of which, how is your art going? You said you started again.”
“Oh, I...I’ve started a bit. I haven’t really worked on any new pieces,” you sheepishly admitted, your guilt from earlier slowly creeping back.
“My darling worked on an excellent piece of me a few weeks back. It is honestly some of the most stunning art I’ve seen,” Loki explained.
“That’s because you were the subject.” Gretchen scooted in closer and looked up at Loki with fond, sparkling eyes. “Could I see it?”
Loki smiled sweetly. “No.”
“What?” Gretchen blanched, sitting back a bit.
“It is a private portrait and I do not want you to see it.” Loki’s smile was still kind but you could hear the venom in his voice. You squeezed his hand and he relaxed a bit.
“That’s fine,” Gretchen whispered. She blinked a few times then looked back at you, her gaze softer and a bit more her. “Could I see some of your other art next time I’m over? I might even buy one to help decorate. This wall is so bland.”
You were a bit shocked at the care in her voice. That was the Gretchen you knew, the Gretchen you loved. Not this version of her that was passive aggressive and overly flirtatious to the point of brimming on inappropriate. You smiled and reached around Loki to grab her hand.
“Of course. I’d be happy to show you,” you said, smiling genuinely for the first time since entering her apartment. “I’d even make a custom piece for you.”
“Really?” Gretchen asked. “Maybe one of my parents?”
“I’d love to,” you said with a nod. Gretchen leaned over Loki and gave you a quick hug. He watched the two of you with a fond smile on his face. This was what he liked to see and he was pleased you finally got on the topic of something that brought tranquility to the room. When you pulled back, Loki wrapped his arm around you and settled deeper into the couch. He took a swig of wine before waving his glass away.
“That’s so cool,” Gretchen gasped.
“That’s what I said,” you agreed.
“You mortals, so easily impressed,” Loki scoffed with a roll of his eyes.
“We’re simple beings,” Gretchen noted thoughtfully. Her smile grew and something on her face subtly shifted. “Hey, speaking of simple beings, guess who I saw about a month ago.”
“Who?” you asked.
“Wade,” Gretchen practically purred. You froze, your body stiffening almost immediately upon hearing his name. A hundred embarrassing memories came flooding back to you so quickly that you nearly drank your entire glass of wine in one toss. Loki watched you with hesitation and concern before looking at Gretchen.
“Who?”
“Wade,” Gretchen said with a wave of her hand. “Oh, have you never heard of him?”
“I’m afraid I haven’t,” Loki muttered. He looked back at you. “Sweetheart, who is Wade?”
“He’s someone we went to college with,” you explained hastily. You placed your wine glass down on the table because you knew with the trembling of your hands, it would soon fall and break on the floor. Loki took your hand in his to calm your shaking until Gretchen began laughing.
“He’s not just someone we went to college with, silly,” Gretchen giggled. “He was her first love.”
“I did not love him.” No, you didn’t. Because you knew now what love was. It was what you had with Loki. This was a feeling that could not be replicated at any other point in your life. Loki’s body grew rigid and his hand was stone-like around yours.
“Maybe not.” Gretchen shrugged. “But you sure were infatuated with him. Oh, Loki, you should have seen her. She went wild trying to get his attention.”
“I see,” Loki murmured, his voice distant. This wasn’t good. You knew how jealous Loki could get - how jealous he would get over this. You squeezed his hand but for the first time that afternoon, he did not return the sentiment.
“Yeah, it was pretty interesting. She’d always be flirting with him and trying to hook up with him at parties or really, anywhere he was. I remember one day we were in his dorm and she purposefully wore no bra so he would look at her tits!” Gretchen laughed, clapping her hands together. Loki was quietly seething, his nostrils flared in jealousy. “She did end up making out with him one time though. She always swore he was going to be her first. Goodness, she talked about how much she wanted it enough.”
“Okay, we get it!” you said. “Is there a point to this story?”
“Oh, right, yeah I saw him last month. We were talking about you because he knew how close we were in college and he said he actually regretted not sleeping with you back in the day,” Gretchen explained.
“Where does he live?” Loki asked suddenly, his cold face staring directly at Gretchen. “Is he near here?”
“No, he’s not. He lives about seven hours away. I was around his area on a well deserved vacation,” Gretchen sighed. “We should invite him out here though!”
“No, we should not,” Loki snapped.
Gretchen flinched and swallowed nervously. “H-He’s married now t-though. His husband is a great guy. I met him too.”
“I’m sure he is,” Loki said plainly. His eyes were now focused on you in a scrutinizing gaze and his lips were pressed together firmly. “Darling, why did you never tell me about him?”
“He was just some guy from the past. No big deal,” you mumbled, staring down at your jeans.
“He wasn’t no big deal at the time,” Gretchen snickered. “But I just wanted to share that. He looks great.”
“As much as I would love to continue to sit here and talk about old flames of ours, it seems we must be going,” Loki said, standing suddenly.
“Why are you leaving so soon?” Gretchen asked, standing up and wrapping her hands around Loki’s arm. You stood quietly, keeping your eyes cast down. Loki pulled his arm swiftly from Gretchen’s grip and placed it around you, his fingers digging into your hip.
“We have plans.” Loki pulled you to the front door and Gretchen quickly followed, stumbling in your path. Loki reached for the door and pulled it open. “Goodbye, Gretchen.”
“Bye, Gretch,” you said softly before Loki pulled you out the door. He closed it behind you with a slam and you knew you would be in for a rough night.
You and Loki were quiet the entire walk home. His hand was settled possessively on the small of your back as you walked down the street. Your head was held up high, showing off the pendant hanging around your neck. You both were stewing in your jealousy - him from the mention of Wade and you from, well, everything that Gretchen had done. You could even smell her perfume on him. By the time you got home, you shut the door behind you and began stripping Loki of his suit jacket.
“You need a shower,” you mumbled, taking his jacket off and tossing it on the ground.
“Why?” he asked as you slipped his tie off.
“You smell like her,” you nearly growled. With a wave of his hand, Loki forced both his clothes and yours to disappear. You grabbed his hand and tugged him into the bathroom. Loki stood behind you quietly as you turned the shower on and waited for it to get warm. Once it was warm enough, you tugged him inside and began furiously washing him with your body soap. You wanted him to smell like you, not her.
Loki captured your wrists and held your soapy hands away from his chest. “Pet.”
“I need to start making art again,” you said, staring at Loki’s sudsy chest. You watched the water wash the bubbles off of his body and expose his clean skin. “I need to help contribute to the apartment.”
“You don’t need to do anything,” Loki said softly. He brought your hands up to his lips and kissed your fingers. You sighed and pulled away from him, beginning to wash your own body.
“I do,” you said sadly. “I...I...I need to start my art up and get an altar and some nicer clothes and I need -”
“Stop!” Loki shouted, causing you to flinch. He sighed and pulled you in for a hug. You buried your head in his chest and began crying. Loki rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head.
“She wants you, Loki. She wants you so badly, I can tell,” you cried, hugging him tighter. “I don’t want to give you up.”
“You don’t have to, pet. I’m yours forever,” Loki said, his cheek resting against the top of your head.
“And I’m yours, Loki. I’m always yours,” you said with a shaky voice. You looked up at him and his face was hard, a bit cold and shut off. “Please stop thinking about Wade.”
“How can I? Hearing about how much you wanted him…” Loki trailed off, shaking his head.
“It’s in the past,” you whispered.
“I know it is but fuck, I hate hearing it. I hate knowing you wanted someone else to be your first that badly,” Loki hissed, his eyes brimming with tears. “I know I shouldn’t be jealous. He’s married but...but so was Michael and yet he still wanted you. What if Wade comes around? What then? Am I going to have to fight for your heart? Because unlike Michael, you actually liked this man at one point. I can’t stand the thought of it. Merely the idea of you wanting anyone else but me is...abhorrent.”
“We’re in the same boat,” you sighed. “Every time Gretchen looks at you, I know she wants what we have. And the way she was acting today was so different than normal.”
“You noticed that too?” Loki asked.
You nodded, your wet hair sagging around your face. “Yeah. I guess...I guess it’s because you were in her home. She wanted to impress you so she went a bit overboard. Fangirling type shit, you know?”
“It has happened before,” Loki acknowledged with an eye roll. “I visit a worshipper and they just...fawn over me. You were different that way.”
“Is that a bad thing?” you asked nervously.
“Not at all. It was refreshing,” Loki chuckled, brushing his knuckles along your wet cheekbones. “We’re both jealous fools.”
“We are,” you agreed. You paused and looked away from Loki, the gears turning in your head. You felt bad feeling so much insecurity and jealousy. You wanted Loki to rid you of it. He tried with the threesome and it had worked, but the aftermath of that scene was only temporary. You needed something more permanent, something tangible to bring yourself to awareness. And with his issues with jealousy, you knew he needed something that would let him release this energy instead of holding it in. That always resulted in something rough and carnal, and you craved to see that side of lustful dominance in him. Carefully, you looked up at Loki through your wet eyelashes.
“What are you thinking of, kitten?” Loki asked.
“I hate feeling like this. Jealous, resentful, angry…I think I know a way for us to fix this,” you started speaking, your throat tight with emotion.
“What is it?” Loki asked, cupping your cheeks with his large hands. You took a deep breath and pulled out of his touch. You sank to the floor of the tub and bowed your head submissively.
“Master…” you whispered. “I need you to remind me who I belong to.”
“Pet…”
“Please,” you said, looking back up at him. “I need to know you’re mine and you need to know I’m yours. Give me something that lasts. Make me remember you when I sit down, walk, move. Make you remember me when you look at my skin.”
“Darling, do you know what you’re asking?” Loki asked. His cock was hard in front of you and you shuffled forward. You kissed along his cock, your eyes never leaving his. He moaned and placed a hand on the back of your head. You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock and sucked gently. When you pulled away, your chest was heaving with want.
“I want you to spank me,” you begged. “Make it hurt. Make me feel it. Make it worse than the punishment you gave me.”
“Gods,” Loki groaned as you returned to sucking his cock. Your hands were folded behind your back in a sign of complete submission as you swallowed him down. You bobbed your head up and down on his cock, moaning around his shaft. Loki was staring at you, a heat and intensity in his eyes that showed his desire to dominate you was growing. You pulled off of him and ran your tongue along the underside of his cock.
“Please, Master,” you cooed, kissing the tip of him. “I want to wear your marks with pride. I want to feel you even after you’re done fucking me.” You pressed your forehead to Loki’s taut stomach. “I want you to want me.”
“I will always want you,” Loki assured you, placing a hand on top of your head. “But if we’re being honest with our desires, I want you to trust me. I want you to trust me, to put your faith in me that I will put you first and keep your best interests in mind. I will push you, I will be rough, but I will take care of you above all else.”
“I trust you, Loki,” you said, tilting your head back to look at him. “You could never hurt me.”
“Sweet, I am literally about to hurt you. Are you sure you want this?” Loki asked, stroking his finger under your eye. You nodded eagerly and smiled up at him.
“Yes, I want this so badly. I need you, Loki. I trust you. I trust you with my life,” you answered honestly.
Loki’s chest swelled and you could see the shift in his face from your caring lover to your attentive dominant from the position of his eyebrows, the flare of his nostrils, and the set of his sharp jaw. “Very well then.”
Loki hoisted you up and pulled you from the shower. He waved his hand and you both were dried off completely, as if you never stepped into the shower in the first place. Loki turned you so you were facing the mirror with him behind you. He lifted his hand to your throat and you straightened your neck knowingly. His cock twitched against you as his magic swelled and transformed your necklace from pendant to collar. You sighed happily as the comfortable tightness squeezed your throat.
“Always so beautiful like this,” Loki purred, dragging his lips along your neck. “My good girl. Mine.”
“Yours,” you agreed breathlessly. Loki opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. “Green is for good. Yellow is for slow down. Red is for stop. I’m green.”
“Cheeky thing,” Loki laughed, pinching your ass. You squealed and pulled away from him but his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back in. You laughed and kicked your legs as he carried you into the bedroom with only one arm. He plopped you down onto the floor and spun you so you were facing him. “You’re perfect for me.”
“It’s like we were meant to be,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m so happy I found you.”
“You’re not going to be happy in a few minutes once this gorgeous ass of yours is all black and blue,” Loki teased, squeezing one of your cheeks in his hand. He pulled you against him and you hummed happily.
“Yes I will be,” you whispered, pulling his head down closer to yours. “Because it’s you doing this to me. This is a mutual desire, one I’ve wanted for so long. It’s therapeutic for you as my dominant and me as your submissive. Even when it’ll hurt to sit, I will want this.”
“Such a good girl,” Loki moaned before slotting his lips against yours. You grabbed his hair and held him against you. His hard cock pressed to your stomach and you rubbed yourself against him, attempting to stimulate him. Loki hissed your name before pulling back and looking in the eyes. “This is going to be rough.”
“I know,” you said confidently.
“Good,” Loki murmured. He stepped away from you and walked you over to the bed. He adjusted you so you were at the bottom of the bed. Loki pushed on your shoulders and you bent over so your stomach and chest were pressed to the bed but your feet were still planted on the ground, mimicking your pose from earlier. Your ass was upwards and you shivered as Loki ran his hand over you. “I’m going to tie you up, pet.”
“Thank you, Master,” you whispered. Loki snapped his fingers and your arms shot out above you. Ties that stretched from the top of the bed to your wrists bound you. The soft material wrapped around your wrists but did not give you much room to move your arms. Loki then materialized a blindfold in his hands.
“I would like you to wear this,” Loki murmured, holding the black silk cloth in front of your face. “It will make you feel everything more.”
“I remember from the massage,” you said, nodding. “If it would please you, Master, then I will wear it.”
“Good girl,” Loki said before tying the cloth around the back of your head. Your sight was cut off from you, placing you in a bubble that was just you and the sensations Loki was going to deliver to you. You could hear him moving and when his fingers brushed along your spine, you jumped. Loki chuckled and continued running his fingers along your skin. “So sensitive. So perfect.”
“Master, please,” you moaned.
“Already begging?” Loki snickered. His hand ran down over your ass and cupped your cunt. You groaned as he danced his fingers along your center. “No wonder...you’re already wet. Is this just from the idea of me spanking you?”
“Yes, Master,” you admitted with flushed cheeks.
“Hm. Well, perhaps we should start then.” With that, Loki’s hand flew down and smacked your ass. You gasped and jolted forward, your eyes wide behind the blindfold. The sting of his hand blossomed over your ass and crept along your skin. Loki grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. “You will thank me for every hit I lay upon your body, do you understand, pet?”
“Yes, Master,” you whimpered. “Thank you, Loki.”
“That’s better,” Loki growled, tossing your head back down. “Learn your place.” His roughness excited you and you felt yourself growing even wetter than before. This was the carnal dominance you needed to feel exerted on you and this was the dark control Loki needed to release. Your desire to submit to him sated the hunger you both had.
It made you realize how perfectly you two slotted together.
You had little time for sentiment, however, because Loki’s hand was raining down on you. Every hit was brutal, followed by your whimpering thanks. This was much harder than the punishment he inflicted on you. Heat was covering your ass and upper thighs, and arousal flowed from your pussy. Each hit was accented by the sharp smack and whack of his palm hitting your flesh.
“Loki! Fuck, thank you, Master,” you cried out after the tenth hit. Your chest was heaving as you tugged on your restraints. Loki grunted and smacked you again. You could hear his heavy breathing and you spread your legs wider. There was a deep growl and then, his hand landed on your cunt. You screamed and pulled at the restraints, tears brewing in your eyes. “T-Thank you, Loki.”
“And I’m the one with the pain kink, huh?” Loki laughed maliciously. Just then, he sunk his fingers inside of you and began pumping them ruthlessly. You flailed around as he pumped and curled them within you. Your thighs trembled as you worked yourself back on his hand. “That’s it, little slut. Ride my hand. Show me how much you want me.”
“More, more, more,” you begged. You looked around blindly. “Loki, please kiss me.”
He tugged your hair again and pulled your head back. He continued to finger you as he brushed his lips along yours, barely touching. He chuckled and shook his head. “No. Not yet.”
Loki tossed you back down and slid his fingers from you. He began whacking your ass again, pain flourishing along your backside. You trembled and began crying, your arousal so heightened that you were positive you could cum just from him spanking you. He reached the twentieth strike and stepped away.
“L-Loki?” you asked. “Did I do something wrong?’
“Not at all, kitten. I’m just admiring you. You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Loki purred. There was a slick sound and you turned your ear towards it. You listened closely only to realize Loki was touching himself to the sight of your bruised ass. You pushed your backside towards him and whined. Loki smacked you again and you yelped.
“Thank you, Loki,” you gasped.
“Wanton whore,” Loki snickered. He paused and then came to your side. He lifted your chin with two fingers - hot from hitting you - and hummed. “I have an idea.”
Loki untied you and grabbed you by the waist. He hoisted you up and stood you at the center of the room. He snapped his fingers and your arms were pulled taut above you while your legs were forced apart. You tried tugging on the bonds but your arms were stationary. You rose magically onto your toes and stayed there. He had suspended you.
“So beautiful,” Loki groaned from in front of you. He cupped your face with his warm hands and began kissing you. You moaned into his mouth and did your best to press yourself against him. Loki’s cock nudged against your stomach.
“Master,” you moaned into his mouth. Loki pulled away and brushed some of the stray tears away from your face.
“Do you trust me?” His question was asked in a controlled voice, but you could hear the vulnerability in his tone. You nodded quickly and smiled.
“Always.”
“Let us continue then,” Loki whispered, pecking your lips once more. He left your body and you waited, hanging in your suspension, for him to return. You almost thought he had left you there until you felt something run along your spine. It was small and felt like a dry tongue. The mysterious object left you and with a thwick, it landed on your ass. You jumped forward and screeched.
A riding crop. Loki had conjured up a riding crop.
“Where are your manners, pet?” Loki asked, whacking you once more on your back.
“Thank you, Loki! I’m sorry, Master,” you whimpered. You could hear Loki circle your body, the tip of the riding crop scraping along your body. Because of the blindfold, you had no idea when he would hit you - where he would hit you. You were breathing heavily as the crop brushed over your stomach.
“Brace,” Loki said sternly. You tilted your head but gasped when the tongue of the riding crop hit your stomach.
“Loki! Oh, thank you,” you moaned.
“Did it feel good, pet? Getting hit somewhere other than your pretty little ass?” Loki asked, dragging the crop down to the front of your thighs. He ran the crop along your swollen pussy and you shivered with pleasure. You nodded eagerly and bit your lip, trying to hold in the litany of moans and curses that wanted to escape you. Loki chuckled and brought the crop down onto your left thigh. Your leg spasmed in pain but it shot arousal straight through your core.
“Thank you, Master,” you said through your shaky breath.
“Color?”
“As green as it fucking gets.”
The crop hit your other thigh and you shrieked. Loki tutted and circled you again. “Watch that mouth, pet.”
“Why don’t you put it to better use then?” you said cheekily. The crop landed down on the back of your shoulders. “Fuck! I’m sorry! Thank you!”
Loki’s hand grabbed your cheeks and he turned your face towards him. “Know. Your. Place.”
“Yes, Master,” you whispered.
“Filthy slut. I’m not going to go easy on you anymore,” Loki mumbled.
“That was easy?” you said in disbelief. Loki’s sadistic chuckle confirmed that he was being serious. You whimpered and trembled in his touch. “I trust you, Master. I need this.”
“I know, pet. I’m going to take care of you now.” Loki kissed you longingly before pulling away.
And then, your body knew pain.
The crop landed all over your body. He took special attention to littering the tongue of the crop along your breasts. You knew you would be a spattering of marks and bruises after this was over but you needed it. You needed to feel it and it felt so good receiving it. You were dripping wet as he hit the crop along your thighs, inflicting short bursts of intense pain on your skin. You had no idea how many times Loki had hit you with the crop. Your mind was a mess of gratitude and love and arousal.
You heard Loki step in front of you and he took a deep breath. The crop left your skin and hit your clit with so much force that you genuinely screamed. The crop fell to the ground and Loki grabbed your face. He kissed you, swallowing your cries with his lips. You tried to get yourself closer to him, tried to let him feel the heat of your body. You thanked him with every kiss, tears pouring down your face from behind the blindfold. When your cries had died down, Loki gripped your hips.
“Color?” he asked.
“Green,” you croaked. “I’m green.”
“Good girl,” Loki whispered, his voice dark and gruff. He pulled away and you whined, craving his skin on yours once again. He walked behind you and when he touched you next, you were expecting the crop again.
It wasn’t.
Dozens of leather straps brushed along your skin like a tail. You shivered and furrowed your eyebrows, unsure of what this mystery object could be. Loki rolled the straps along your back before winding back and smacking them against you.
You barely even felt the straps hitting you. All you felt was intense, hot, perfect pain.
“Thank you! M-Master, what is that?” you gasped, tears already falling down your cheeks again.
“It’s a flogger,” he purred, his cool chest pressed to your back. It felt amazing having him on your heated skin. He ran the leather straps of the flogger along your stomach teasingly. “I’m going to use it on you. It will hurt - though, I’m sure you know that now. You’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Master,” you agreed.
“Is this what you wanted, pet? Is this the pain you wanted to feel?” Loki accentuated his question with a smack of the flogger to your stomach. You flinched and cried out, but nodded anyway.
“Yes. I need it. I need more,” you begged. Loki’s body left yours as he began whacking the flogger along your ass, back and thighs. It hurt so badly, but it was everything you needed. He was ruthless, the pain was more than you could imagine. Between the spanking of his hard hand, the flicks of the riding crop, and now the hits from the flogger, your body was sore and covered in the feeling of what it meant to be dominated by your lover.
After many long, hard hits, Loki growled and walked around in front of you. He grabbed the blindfold and tore it off of you. You blinked against the light and he moaned when he saw your disheveled appearance. His face was hard, darkened by lust. His pupils were blown and from the dangerous flush of his cock, you knew he was past the brink of no return. The dominant beast had taken over and was thriving from the pain being brought down on you.
“Master?” you asked, searching his face with your eyes.
His smile was devious as he grabbed your face with one hand. His grip on you was so tight you could feel pain in your jaw. “You will look at me when I hit you with this flogger. You will remember who did this to you - me, your Master. I own you, little girl.”
You nodded as Loki brought the flogger down on your breasts. The sensation was different now that you could see, but watching Loki’s face light up with sadistic pleasure made it even more arousing. Your juices were dripping down your inner thighs as he hit along your body.
“Thank you, Master!” you shouted. Your legs felt like jelly and your arms trembled violently. Your entire body must have been reddened at this point and you loved it. Finally, Loki walked around to your front and gave you that familiar grin.
“Last one,” Loki purred. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Loki,” you whispered through your sobs.
“Good girl.” Loki brought his hand back and brought the flogger down on your cunt once again.
“Fuck! Master! Ow, fuck! T-Thank you!” you screamed. Loki tossed the flogger over his shoulders and magically unbound your legs. He hoisted them around his waist and with one smooth thrust, he was buried inside of you. “Loki!”
“That’s it. Such a good girl. This little pussy is so fucking red and swollen,” Loki growled as he pistoned into you. “Fuck, pet, you’re covered in my marks. You look so fucking good. You look like mine.”
You moaned violently as Loki thrusted into you, his needy cock throbbing inside of you. You tightened your legs around his hips and tried bouncing down to meet his thrusts, though it was difficult with your body still suspended from the ceiling.
“That’s because I am yours,” you said. Your words alone had Loki moaning and thrusting into your sore, tender cunt harder. “I’m all yours and you’re all mine.”
“No one can have you but me,” Loki hissed. “Not Michael, not Wade, not any fucking man in all the realms.”
“Yours Loki, I’m yours - fuck!” you gasped at a particularly hard thrust. “No one can have you, Loki. Kassandra, Gretchen...no, you’re mine.”
“That I am, little girl,” Loki purred. He angled your hips up and he thrusted deeper inside of you. “I’m going to cum inside of you and truly mark you as mine.”
“Give it to me,” you begged, bouncing on him. You rolled your head back and Loki attached his lips to your neck. He sucked a bruise into your throat, a large one that sat right over your pulse. His jealousy and possessiveness had tossed you into the abyss of pleasure and you were close to your release.
“This cunt is mine, this body is mine. Your soul is mine. I will never let it go,” Loki moaned into your neck. You clamped around his cock and Loki’s thrusts became sloppy as he neared his finish. His thumb touched your clit and your eyes widened with pain and pleasure. Your clit was so sore from getting hit and even the slightest brush set off its sensitivity. Loki must have noticed because he pressed it even harder. “Cum for me. Cum now.”
“Loki!” you screamed, your body freezing in the air as you came violently. Your orgasm was so intense that you saw stars and suddenly, you blacked out.
Loki came inside of you as he held you close to him. He was panting against you, his forehead pressed to yours. He grunted and groaned as his cum filled you up. When he lifted his head, he noticed your eyes were closed and your breathing was labored.
“Fuck,” he muttered, slightly turned on by how he had actually knocked you out with such an intense orgasm. Loki regretfully pulled out of your warm pussy and noted how red and swollen he had made it. Pushing his cockiness aside, he snapped his fingers and your body collapsed into his as your bonds disappeared. He cradled you against his body and carried you over to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and held you on his lap, rocking you back and forth slowly. He made sure your ass was hanging off the side of his legs to avoid putting any pressure on it. He kissed your face and whispered sweet nothings until you began to rouse.
“Mm...Loki?” you asked, your words slurred and heavy.
“I’m here, pet,” Loki cooed, kissing your temple. “You did so good. I’m so proud of you.”
His praise flipped a switch in you and suddenly, you burst into tears. It felt so good to cry. With your tears, you released all of your stress, negative energy, and toxic thoughts. You cried against Loki and he rocked you back and forth, hushing you and telling you how much he loved you. When your tears had subsided and your head felt heavy, you rested your forehead on Loki’s chest.
“I feel...lighter. Much lighter now,” you admitted.
“That is what happens with things like this,” Loki said softly, stroking your hair.
“Did it...did it help you?” you whispered, burying yourself into his skin.
“It did, my love. I feel much better. Do you?” Loki questioned.
You nodded and giggled through a tearful hiccup. “I do, so much. Thank you.”
“Do you want to see the marks?” Loki asked quietly. You finally gained the energy to tilt your head up to look at Loki. You nodded and Loki waved his hand. In front of you, a large mirror appeared. Loki helped you stand, but kept his hands settled on your waist for good measure.
When you saw yourself, you almost didn’t recognize yourself. Your face was flushed and covered in tears. Your eyes were red and puffy, hair mussed up, and eyelashes clumped together from crying. But your body, your body was what got you. All along your front were small bruises that you could tell were from the crop. Large red splotches covered your body from the straps of the flogger. Loki helped you turn around and you noted how much more decorated your backside was. Your back was nearly entirely red from the flogger with splotches of bruises mixed in from the crop. But your ass was bruised already. Red, black, blue, and purple decorated your ass and thighs from a combination of the flogger, the crop, and his hand. You couldn’t tell which bruise came from what. You ran your fingers over it and hissed.
“Don’t do that,” Loki warned you, taking your wrist and pulling your hand away. “It’s going to be sensitive.”
“Good,” you said with a proud smile. “I love it.”
“It wasn’t too much?” Loki asked nervously. You turned around in his arms and cupped his face. You could see guilt on his face as he looked down at your body.
“Not at all. It was exactly what I needed,” you explained. “And I don’t want you to heal it either.”
“Pet -”
“Master,” you teased. “I asked for this because I wanted it, I needed it. You gave me exactly what I needed. I love you so much.”
“I love you,” Loki whispered, bending down to kiss you. He kissed you gently, intimately, and you could feel his love pouring into the kiss. When he pulled away, Loki’s face was a mix of emotions.
“Loki? What is it?” you asked carefully.
“I want to marry you one day.”
Your eyes widened. “What?”
“I want to marry you one day,” Loki said confidently. “I want to marry you and have children - a whole lot of them - and I want to be yours forever. If you’d let me, of course.”
Tears welled up in your eyes again as you laughed happily. “I’d love that.”
“My perfect pet,” Loki cooed, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears away. “Maybe these bruises will even be healed by then.”
“Unlikely,” you giggled.
Gretchen would never have this. She would never have Loki the way you would. He wanted to marry you, start a family with you. He would never want that with her. You knew that.
There was nothing she could do to take Loki away from you.
*
Gretchen was sprawled out on her bed, one hand between her legs as she touched herself to the thought of Loki. That beautiful, commanding man had been in her room. He had seen her altar and was impressed by it. She impressed him.
She wanted him. She wanted him more than anything. She tried to fight the urge to have him but...but he was too tempting. Every time she was around you, she was reminded of him and what she could have - Loki, his love, the pendant. She craved that pendant. It was a direct connection to Loki. She had to have it, have him.
That was why she did her best to show Loki how undesirable you were today. She flaunted her body, her wealth, and her worship. Gretchen even tried to convince Loki you were a klutz, a fool, and a cheap whore who kept chasing men around. You wouldn’t be faithful to him, but she would.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work. He still left with you for some reason. He should have stayed here with her! She could have pleased him. Five minutes alone with him, that’s all she really needed.
“Loki! Oh, Loki,” Gretchen moaned as she came all over her hand. She pictured it was Loki’s cock she was clenching around. He had to be huge, he was a god - the God of Sex! She needed him.
Even more than his sex, she just needed him to love her. It had been long enough without a boyfriend. But you had Loki’s heart and that simply wouldn’t do. Gretchen had to find a way to win him over and away from you. She was the more desirable option, after all.
Gretchen sat up in bed and looked over at her altar. The only way she would be able to win Loki’s heart was to constantly stay in his mind. If he was always surrounded by you, then he would only think about you. She had to stick around and ensure that Loki began to fall for her.
That might not be as easy as it should be, however, with you in the way.
A dark part of Gretchen that she had never heard before whispered solutions to her that she ignored. She couldn’t...no. She couldn’t go that far.
Could she?
Not yet. She wouldn’t go to extremities yet. For now, she would find a way to get Loki wrapped around her finger to the point where he couldn’t be without her. Gretchen laughed as she slid her naked body over to the altar and began lighting offerings.
Gretchen would get Loki. She wanted him too badly to not. And what Gretchen wanted, she always got.
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Chapter 28: You Painted My Body, So I’ll Paint Yours
Summary:
Last night with Loki was a rush. You’re still in pain, which unfortunately means sex is pretty much off the table. Well, until Loki puts it back on the table with some special abilities of his.
Notes:
Hey everyone and happy Friday!! I’ve been cracking up at your reactions to Gretchen. Seriously, they are so amusing. But that being said, I want to make an important note
This fic never was nor is it intended to be a commentary on any religion. The methods of worship and practice are not to be taken as fact, since this is a piece of complete fiction. This piece is not intended to be a form of disrespect to religion. I felt the need to state this because some…possibly questionable things are mentioned towards the end of this chapter. Mainly, Gretchen is crazy and that shows. But still, this isn’t meant to be a commentary on religion, its all fun and fiction!!
Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get reading! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!!
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Chapter Text
Your body was so fucking sore.
The pain in your body was the first thing you noticed when you woke up. It wasn’t really that surprising, considering just last night Loki had taken his hand, a riding crop, and a flogger to your body because you asked him to. You made him promise not to heal you, and although he did soak you in a warm bath for almost an hour afterwards, you were certainly feeling the aftermath of your request.
You groaned as you began to stretch, but Loki’s hand stopped you from moving. He was laying behind you, his chest pressed to your back.
“Don’t. You’re going to be sore,” he murmured in your ear.
“Yeah, I can feel that,” you snorted.
“You asked for it, just remember that,” Loki chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your shoulder. Loki turned you over gently so you were laying on your back. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning, handsome,” you giggled. Loki leaned down and kissed you slowly, his hand traveling up the side of your body. You felt yourself quickly growing wet at the feeling of his large, wandering hands. You went to spread your legs but you whimpered as you noticed the dull throbbing of your cunt. Loki pulled away and you sighed. “Wow, I haven’t felt that since our first night together.”
“There’s a reason for that, you know,” Loki said, trailing his fingers over the bottom of your stomach. You quirked an eyebrow. Loki propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at you. “I’m sure you’ve noticed the drastic difference in our sizes.”
“Yeah, you’re a giant,” you laughed.
“Yeah, and you’re a tiny woman.” Loki rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I’m rather large and you’re rather small. We fuck a lot. That’s bound to cause you some pain. After we have sex, I always make sure to take that discomfort away with a bit of healing magic, at least more recently. I didn’t do it as much in the beginning - staking my claim and such.”
“That makes sense,” you hummed. “So you didn’t do that last night?”
“You asked me not to tamper with your pain at all so I did not. I can change that though,” Loki suggested. You shook your head and placed your hand on Loki’s chest. You swiped your palm over his warm skin and blushed at the beauty of his nudity.
“No, I’m happy like this. I feel you,” you sighed pleasantly.
You shifted a bit and winced, your smile faltering every so slightly. Loki frowned and brushed his fingers along the tops of your thighs, caressing your skin so gently that you barely even felt him.
“The throbbing between your legs should go away soon,” Loki said.
“Good because I’m going to want you between my legs soon,” you teased, poking Loki’s chest. He scoffed but let out a laugh anyway. Loki pulled himself out of bed and waved on a pair of black pants. He walked around to your side of the bed and scooped you up into his arms. “Where are we going?”
“You need to eat. We did some seriously strenuous activities last night,” Loki said. He magicked a loose fitting silk robe onto you, one that wouldn’t hurt your bruises. “I put a spell on Cooper so he can’t see the marks on you. I have a feeling he would kill me if he did.”
“Smart,” you said, resting your head on Loki’s shoulder as he carried you into the living room. You took in a deep breath and admired the smell of his body. Even when he went to put you down onto the couch, you clung to him. “Don’t go.”
Loki looked at you with a small smile. “I won’t.”
He sat down with you and you curled up on his lap, careful not to put too much pressure on your ass. The sound of a collar shaking filled the room as Cooper walked in from the kitchen. He yawned and laid down at the bottom of the couch. Loki smirked, kicked his feet up and rested them on top of Cooper’s back. Cooper growled and bit Loki’s ankle. Loki grunted in annoyance and you began laughing.
“You sort of deserved that,” you said. Loki grimaced but you just reached up to kiss his cheek. “I love you, you know that.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Loki snorted.
Loki waved his hand and summoned a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. Loki collected the food onto a fork and began feeding it to you. You chewed quietly, enjoying being so close to Loki while he took care of you. After swallowing a mouthful of eggs, you peered up at him.
“Last time you fed me, you ended up sitting me on your lap to warm your cock for two hours,” you noted.
“Don’t tempt me. I don’t care how sore your little cunt is. I’ll do it again,” Loki chuckled, his threat completely serious. You squeaked and quickly took more food into your mouth. You did not want to admit that the thought of warming Loki’s cock even in your tender state was highly enticing. You shifted in his arms as Loki took a bite of toast. “So, what is on your agenda for today, little one?”
“I’m going to work on some art,” you said, picking up a piece of bacon and eating it.
“Pet, this isn’t because of what happened yesterday, is it?” Loki sighed, giving you a concerned look. You shook your head as you swallowed the bacon. Loki picked the remaining nub from your hand and popped it into his mouth.
“No, it’s not. I actually feel really inspired today. Last night helped clear my mind a lot,” you admitted. You brushed your fingers over your inner thighs and sighed pleasantly.
“That is the pleasure of activities like that,” Loki murmured, kissing your temple. “It helps release the pent up stress and frustrations in our body.”
“Thank you for taking care of me,” you hummed. Loki removed his lips from your temple and placed them on yours. You kissed him slowly, savoring in the sweet taste of his lips. There was a gentle tugging on your toe and you pulled away to find Cooper lightly nipping you. “Are you hungry, boy?”
Cooper pawed the ground and whimpered with excitement. You turned to Loki and gave him pleading eyes. He rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“I’ll take care of it. Can you get your supplies together while I feed him?” Loki asked.
“Yes, Master,” you giggled.
“Good girl.” Loki pecked your lips before gently sliding you off of his lap and onto the couch. Your sore bum hit the cushions but you were beginning to get used to the dull ache. Loki stood up and clapped his hands together. “Come on, rat.”
Cooper bit Loki’s ankles as Loki walked into the kitchen, a full belly laugh coming from him. You chuckled softly as you gingerly hoisted yourself up and began collecting your art supplies. It took you a few minutes to get them out but once they were all on the table, Loki sauntered back into the room. You were kneeling in front of the coffee table where all of your supplies were spread out.
“What are you going to work on?” Loki asked, plopping himself back onto the couch. He rubbed your back as you looked over your supplies, your lips twisted into a contemplative pout. You scratched your chin when your eyes landed on a bottle of black paint. You snapped your fingers as you stood up.
“Can you sit on the floor for me?” you asked. Loki raised an eyebrow but shrugged. He slid onto the floor with his back pressed to the couch. You climbed over him and sat on the couch behind him so he was resting between your legs. You began running your fingers through his long, silky hair. You grabbed a portion on the side of his head and began twisting it into a braid.
“Is this part of the art process?” Loki asked.
“It is,” you said. “Back when I was in college, I remember seeing a picture of your brother when he was visiting Earth a long time ago. His hair was braided down the side of his head. I heard they’re called viking braids.”
“Ah, yes. A very traditional Norse hairstyle. I’ve worn it a few times. It looks excellent riding into battle with them,” Loki said casually. You reached the end of the braid and held your hand in front of Loki.
“Tie, please,” you said. Loki snapped his fingers and a bundle of black ties appeared in your hand. You bent over and pressed an adoring kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, my sweet,” Loki said. You tied the braid and smoothed it over with your hand. Loki purred as you ran your fingers through his hair again. “Feels so good, pet.”
“I know. I’ve always loved having my hair played with,” you chuckled. You kissed the top of Loki’s head. “Close your eyes. Rest. You always take care of me. Let me just take care of you for a bit, okay?”
“Rest upon your luscious thighs as you toy with my hair? You don’t need to ask me twice,” Loki hummed. He shut his eyes and relaxed into your touch. You sat there quietly as you braided Loki’s hair. It was soft between your fingers and it brought you a sense of calmness and tranquility as you repeated the braiding motions. Loki’s quiet breathing grounded you to that moment. It was nice to see him so relaxed, given how strong he always appeared to be. Helping him find peace brought you your own peace.
It didn’t take long to braid Loki’s hair. You really only braided some of his hair, trying to copy the style of the viking braids you remembered seeing on Thor a few years ago. Once Loki’s hair was finished, you elected to run your fingers through the unbraided portions of his hair. Loki purred and rubbed against your thigh, his lashes fluttering at the gentle sensations running along his scalp.
“My warrior god,” you chuckled. “More like a little kitten.”
“No, no. You’re the kitten. There’s no debating this,” Loki mumbled, his eyes still shut.
“Sure, because I’m the one purring,” you snorted.
“I can change that.” Loki turned his head and opened his eyes. He shot you a wink and even though you were laughing, you were in awe of how beautiful Loki looked. This was a good idea. You mentally patted yourself on the back as you crawled off of the couch. Loki licked his lips and watched as you collected a pencil and thick canvas paper from the table.
“Stay there,” you instructed. “Just...yeah, stay there.”
“Easy enough.” Loki shrugged and leaned back against the couch. His dark hair fell over his naked, broad shoulders, contrasting the paleness of his skin. The braids in his hair highlighted his cheekbones, showing off how carved and sharp they were. Loki’s green eyes stayed locked on you as you took your pencil to the page.
Time ticked by without your awareness as you sketched Loki. Capturing his intense beauty was difficult. It took you several minutes to get the perfect arch of his nose. Loki was patient and quiet, sitting across from you as he took slow, steady breaths. You drew him from the chest up, making sure to make his eyes the focus of the piece. Once you managed to get a basic sketch of Loki, you placed the pencil down and began preparing the paints.
“May I see?” Loki asked.
“No,” you said, smiling as you shook your head. “I want to show you when it’s done.”
“And when will that be?” Loki questioned, tilting his head to the side a bit to try and catch a glimpse of your work. You held it against your body and gave him a sharp look. He held his hands up in mock defense.
“When I say it’s done,” you answered.
“Feisty kitten,” Loki chuckled, settling back against the couch. “I like it.”
You glanced over at him and saw his cock hardening in his pants. Your cunt clenched but you tried to shake your arousal away. This would not end up like the last time you tried to make a portrait of Loki. You wanted to actually get color on this one this time.
“Like it a little less. I’m trying to concentrate,” you muttered with a playful eyeroll.
Loki snickered but kept his mouth shut as you dipped your paintbrush into the paint you laid out. You were filled with serenity as you began painting, trying to find the perfect combinations of colors and shades and dimension to replicate Loki’s face. Even though he was still very clearly aroused - perhaps even more aroused than before - he was pliant and silent. His eyes remained on you in a contemplative manner.
When you went to paint his eyes, you found yourself pausing over the green paint. It wasn’t the right kind of green. Huffing, you put the canvas down behind the table so Loki couldn’t see it. You crawled over to him and sat on his lap. His hands smoothed up along your thighs and he smirked.
“Hello to you too, pet,” Loki purred.
“I’m here to look at your eyes. Like, really look at them,” you said, tilting Loki’s head back. You were a bit breathless being this close to him and with his cock poking at your bruised backside, it was taking every bit of restraint not to forget the painting and make love to him right here on the floor.
You looked deep into Loki’s eyes and while you could confirm they were green, there were also specks of gold and blue scattered throughout his irises. Even dashes of gray swirled around his pupils. You brushed over his cheekbones with light fingers as you gazed into his eyes.
“You have beautiful eyes, Loki,” you whispered.
“As do you,” he murmured. You blushed as you realized that while you had been staring into his eyes, he had been looking into yours. Loki reached his hand up and cupped your cheek. “Kiss me.”
“I need to get back to work,” you whispered, your eyelashes fluttering shut as his nose brushed yours.
“Just one kiss,” he said softly before pressing his lips to yours. You sunk into his kiss, your hands grasping the sides of his neck as he pulled you in closer. You should have known it wouldn’t be just one kiss. You sat on Loki’s lap kissing him for ages, his warm mouth perfectly slotted against yours. Despite your ass being sore, you still chose to rock down on Loki’s erection, earning a moan from him. “Fuck, you feel so good, pet.”
“Master…” you gasped as you tilted your head back. Loki kissed along your neck, his hands smoothing along your back to keep you close to him. You were wet and dripping onto his pants since you weren’t wearing any underwear. Loki rocked you back and forth on him, both of you almost oblivious to you whimpering because of your aching pussy.
“Get back to work,” Loki growled into your neck. “Get back to work before we hit the point of no return.”
“What if I want to hit that point?” you teased, a moan escaping your mouth when he bit down over the bruise on your pulse.
“Go. I’m this close to fucking you,” Loki hissed. You whined but scooted off of him, your throbbing cunt aching to be filled. You crawled back over to your spot on the floor and began mixing more paint to correct the color of Loki’s eyes. There was a hunger in his gaze as he watched you work. He traced his lower lip with his finger as his eyes scanned your body. “Such a pretty little thing, you are.”
“Thank you, Master,” you whispered breathlessly as you picked up your painting and began working again. You tried to concentrate on the colors dabbing the sheet but your arousal was making you want to toss it aside and crawl back onto Loki’s lap. You peered up at him from over the edge of your canvas and blushed when you noted how hard his cock was. His pants did little to conceal his arousal.
“Keep working,” he commanded in a gently dominating tone. You nodded and continued painting. It was hard at first but you soon fell into the familiar rhythm of stroking and dabbing the brush. His eyes were coming together nicely as you dusted some gold along the edges of his irises.
Loki stayed quiet as you worked, surely not wanting to disturb you from the bubble of focus you found yourself in. You knew that you were taking a long time to paint, but you wanted this to be perfect. When you finally got to his hair, you dipped your brush in the darkest black paint you had and began smoothing it over the canvas. You worked in some extremely dark blues and browns to add some highlight to his hair. It had taken at least two hours but by the time you were finished, you were in love with how it came out.
“Alright, it’s done,” you said, looking up at Loki. His cock had not softened, you realized, meaning he sat there patiently for hours just waiting for you to finish. You swallowed the lump in your throat as Loki gestured to the canvas in your hands.
“May I see it now?” he asked softly. You nodded and crawled back over to him. You took a deep breath and turned the canvas around. Immediately, Loki’s eyes widened and his lips parted. You watched him scan the page with intense interest, scrutinizing every detail. Finally, he looked back up at you with a look of awe on his face. “Pet...this is beautiful. I love it so much.”
“Really?” you giggled.
“Yes! It’s fantastic.” Loki gingerly took the canvas from your hands and held it in his own. You could see tears welling in his eyes as he smiled a watery grin. “Seeing myself through your eyes...it’s amazing.”
Loki stroked his thumb over the canvas, still shocked by what he saw. You had painted him from the chest up. His skin looked smooth and bright. There was a distinct hollowness in his collarbones that he had never noticed before. His dark hair fell over his shoulders and his braids made him look extra powerful. But his face, that was what surprised him. He looked...happy. He wasn’t smiling with his lips parted or his teeth showing. All that was there was a slight curl of his lips that formed a smirk. His nose was pointed up slightly, aided by the shadows decorating his high cheekbones. Loki was in awe of the way you had painted his eyes. You captured so much emotion in them. They danced with color, brightness, and life. He could almost feel the radiance of himself on the page. This was how you saw him and he swallowed the emotion down that was crawling up.
“I’m glad you like it,” you cooed, kissing Loki’s soft cheek.
“Like it? I love it,” Loki whispered. A single tear fell down his cheek and he laughed quietly. “I can feel you in this, pet. This look in my eye? It’s all because of you. You bring me this happiness. I...I never thought we’d get here.”
“Me neither,” you admitted shyly.
“I thought you were to be my pet. Nothing more. I even told myself it would be impossible to love you but here we are.” Loki placed the painting down and folded your hands in his. He uttered your name as he stroked his thumbs over your knuckles. “I’m in love with you. You are everything to me. And it would be an honor if you let me keep this painting.”
“You really want to keep it?” you gasped, taken back by his sincerity. You knew Loki liked your work but wanting to keep it just for himself meant he genuinely loved it. Loki nodded and looked back down at the painting.
“I do. I want to hang it in the palace. A piece by beloved,” he said, smiling down at it. He paused and turned back to you. “If that would be alright.”
“My work in the palace?” you stammered. “Would it...would it even belong?”
“Of course it would, sweet,” Loki promised you. “I would hang it upon the walls myself.”
“Well...well okay then,” you giggled. You squealed as Loki pulled you onto his lap and held your hips in his large hands.
“Now what could I possibly offer you in return for such a lovely painting?” Loki inquired.
You traced your fingers along Loki’s braids and winked. “I can think of something…”
“Oh, little girl,” Loki growled before tugging you down to meet his lips. The kiss was hungrier than it was last time, now without the task of the portrait looming over you. Loki’s fingers went down to trace over your cunt but you hissed and pulled away from his lips.
“I’m sorry,” you sighed.
“Still sore, baby?” Loki asked, dropping his hand. You pouted and nodded solemnly. Loki hummed and a grin grew on his face. “I have an idea. I think I know how to make this sore pussy feel much better…”
Loki carefully lifted you and placed you on the couch. He untied the front of your robe and let it fall open. He helped shrug it off of you so you were sitting bare on the couch. You looked down at the little bruises covering your body and you bit your lip, arousal flooding you at seeing Loki’s marks. He swept his hands along your thighs after pushing your spread legs onto the couch.
“I’m going to take care of you, pet,” Loki purred. Loki knelt between your spread legs and blew a stream of air on your wet cunt. You gasped when you registered his breath was cold.
“L-Loki?” you asked in a trembling voice. He continued to blow cold air over your clit and it did indeed help soothe the ache you had.
“Relax for me, little one. Your Master is going to make you feel good.” Loki winked and ran his tongue along your folds. You arched your back as his cold tongue massaged you. He used slow, tender motions as he licked at you, his eyes locked with yours. Your chest was heaving as the chill of his tongue soothed you.
“Fuck,” you gasped as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue. It felt so odd having something so cold touching your core but it felt so relieving. The intense usage your cunt endured yesterday had left you red and sore. Now, that pain was dissipating as Loki’s cold tongue worked over you.
He was being incredibly gentle with his movements. He licked in long, slow strokes along your pussy, moaning with every swipe. You grabbed the couch cushions as you resisted the urge to buck down on his face, slightly unfamiliar with this sort of tenderness. But even though he was being careful with you, he was still delivering the same excitable pleasure.
“How does it feel, darling?” Loki asked as he pulled away. He lifted two fingers up and when they pressed to your clit, they, too, were icy cold. You shivered and moaned, your head rolling back with pleasure.
“So weird but so good,” you admitted as Loki slid a single finger inside of you. You looked back down at Loki, his eyes expression looking back at you. “How are you doing this?”
“Do you remember what I told you about who I truly am, my pet? Asgardian, Vanir, and, of course...” Loki circled his tongue around your clit, sending chills up your spine. “Jotun.”
You moaned when he slid a second, cooled finger inside of you and kept licking at you. You were trembling with pleasure, your body conflicted. You wanted to run away from the cold but you also wanted to press further into it. You thrashed around, amazed at how Loki being so gentle with you could inspire such dramatic motions from your body.
“You taste so fucking good,” Loki moaned, green eyes glimmering up at you. “I’ll never tire of tasting this delicious little pussy.”
“Master…” you moaned as you reached down and held his head closer to you. You were overcome with how erotic this situation was. You had a god - viking braids and all - kneeling between your spread legs pleasuring you with his mouth. And he was loving it. He soaked in your juices and relished in your taste. You came almost from the idea of it.
You couldn’t look away from Loki as he gently coaxed you to the edge of your release. His chilly tongue was a balm on you and it was a talented balm, at that. You gripped Loki’s hair and he moaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. He curled his cold fingers inside of you, rubbing your sensitive walls gently. His lips suctioned around your clit and sucked, his entire mouth cold as it wrapped around your bud.
“Loki!” you gasped, your body shivering from pleasure and from the cold. You rocked yourself down slowly on him, the adrenaline running through you making you forget about the bruises on your ass rubbing against the couch. You may regret it later, but for now, you couldn’t stop receiving the attention and pleasure Loki wanted to give you.
“Cum for me, little one,” Loki purred, scissoring his fingers inside of you. “Cum for your Master and I’ll let you sit on my cock.”
“Oh, oh, oh, Loki!” you moaned. Your body froze - almost literally - as your orgasm swept over you. You trembled and held onto Loki’s hair tighter, keeping his cooled mouth pressed against you. Loki lapped up your juices as you came, extending your orgasm even longer. You bit your lip to contain your moans as Loki removed his fingers from you and stood. He loomed over you, dark eyes shining. His hair was slightly messed up from your grabbing, but his thick braids were still intact. You sat up and ran your hands up his shirtless torso. “My god...I love you.”
“Mmm, my sweet little pet, I love you too,” Loki cooed, patting your head. You blushed at his praise and rested your head in his hand. “And you have been such a good girl for me. Let me reward you.”
Loki sat down beside you and swung you so you were sitting in his lap facing him. You felt his pants disappear from underneath you, his hard cock springing up. Loki lifted you slightly and aligned you with his shaft. He gripped your hip and lowered you slowly, sinking you down onto his cock.
“Master!” you nearly screamed. Your core was still cold from his chilly attention but his cock was so hot. You always felt warm whenever he fucked you but this had heat blossoming through your gut. You grabbed onto Loki’s thick shoulders as you settled further down on him, your cunt stretching to accommodate his size. When you were fully seated on his lap, you were gasping for air. “Oh my gods.”
“That’s it, baby. You look so good seated on your Master’s cock,” Loki purred, stroking his hands along your back. “I was quite rough on you yesterday. You’ve honored me with your painting so I’m going to let you go at your own pace. Take as long as you need or go as fast as you want. Ride my cock like a good girl.”
“Thank you, Loki,” you breathed out. You gripped his shoulders harder as you lifted yourself up then dropped back down. You rolled your head back with pleasure, tiny moans escaping your lips as you rocked slowly on Loki’s cock. The sweet drag of his hot cock inside of you was driving you delirious. “Fuck, feels so good. I love your cock, Master.”
“Such a good little cock slut,” Loki murmured as he reached up and fondled your breasts gently. It felt so nice to rock slowly like this with Loki, taking everything at a slow, languid pace. You rode him, careful to avoid slamming down too hard and hurting your already bruised ass. Loki hummed and leaned forward. He wrapped his lips around your nipple and you floundered. His mouth was cold again.
“Fuck, Loki,” you moaned, your body torn between the pleasures of the heat of his cock and the coldness of his lips. He licked at your nipple generously, moaning the entire time. He gave the opposite nipple the same treatment. His cock spasmed inside of you as he caressed your breasts with his mouth. You picked up the pace slightly, your body thrumming with arousal.
“Ride my cock, baby. Just like that. Such a good girl. You’re squeezing me so nicely. Such a tight little pussy you have. You were designed to be wrapped around my cock all the time,” Loki groaned as he bucked up into you. He settled his hands down on your hips as he leaned back against the couch. He helped you bounce on top of him and he admired the way your breasts bounced in front of his face. “Tell me how my cock feels inside of you.”
“It feels so good, Loki. I can feel you here.” You moved one hand to your stomach and pressed down. “Your cock is so huge, Master. It’s splitting me in two. I love it.”
“I’ve trained you so well,” Loki said, angling his hips to rock into you at a different angle. “You were a demure little virgin when we met. Now you’re my perfect little cock slut. I adore you, kitten.”
“Yours. Only yours,” you panted, rolling your hips. Loki let out a particularly loud moan at that. You preened, knowing both your words and your motions were affecting him greatly. You continued riding him like that - slowly, deeply, with an extra squeeze in your cunt.
“Oh, baby,” Loki moaned, rolling his head back. “You’re so good at riding cock. I should let you do this every time I fuck you.”
“I’d miss the way you hold me down though,” you said with a blush.
Loki rolled his head forward again and looked at you with lusting eyes. “Dirty little girl.”
Loki’s hips bucked upwards and you let out a groan. You rocked down on him a bit faster, your orgasm quickly approaching. Your nails bit into Loki’s shoulders which caused him to let out a hiss. You whimpered and ground yourself down on his cock heavily.
“Master…” you whined.
“I know, little one. You need to cum. Go ahead, but first…” Loki reached down and pressed two fingers to your clit. He stared into your eyes and with a smirk, his fingers grew chilly. The mixture of heat in your pussy and cold on your clit sent you over the edge. You squealed and came, clamping down on Loki’s cock. He moaned your name as he shot his cum into you, holding you down on his lap. “Fuck, such a good girl.”
You fell forward and wrapped your arms around Loki’s neck as he continued to cum inside of you. You relished in the warmth of his cum, grinding down softly to get as much of it as you could. Loki ran his hands along your back, soothing you as he pumped inside of you. When his orgasm finally stopped, you pouted into his neck.
“Want more cum,” you sighed. His cock twitched inside of you and you giggled.
“Naughty thing. You’ll get more later,” Loki chuckled.
“Now,” you whined, rocking back down onto him. Loki groaned and rolled his head back as you slowly moved your body over him. His cock, which was once softening, was now completely erect again. He was amazed at how quickly you could bring him back to full mast always. Loki’s hands lazily gripped your hips as you bounced on top of him. You kissed his neck and whimpered. “Cum in me again. I want your cum, Master. Please fill me up.”
“Oh, fuck,” Loki moaned. You squeezed your cunt around him and with a deep hiss, he came again. You moaned as you felt his cum spilling inside of you and warming you. You continued to rock your hips slowly until Loki grabbed you and held you still. “We’ll never leave this couch if you keep doing that.”
“Mmm, good,” you laughed, a small yawn escaping your lips. Your orgasm had left you weak and weary and especially in the mood to cling to Loki. He held you on his lap for a while, helping to bring you down from your post-orgasmic high. You curled into him and shut your eyes, your body relaxed and pliant. Loki kissed your temple and ran his fingers along your hair.
“Sweet? Are you with me?” he murmured.
“Yes, Master,” you said quietly, lifting your head to look him in the eyes.
“That was wonderful. The braids, the painting, the sex. My gods, you can ride cock like a pro,” Loki laughed.
“You taught me everything I know,” you teased. Loki reached up and kissed you slowly. He slid his cock out of you before he grew hard again. As much as he wanted to keep fucking you, he didn’t want to overuse your already sensitive body.
Some of his cum dripped from your cunt and you frowned, but when you tried to scoop it back in, your sore cunt throbbed in protest. Loki tipped your head up and pinched your chin to cheer you up.
“How about we go take a shower, yeah? You clean up here and I’ll get the water ready,” Loki offered. You nodded and flung your arms around Loki one more time, hugging him close. He rested his cheek on top of your head and smiled. “My precious little girl, I love you so much.”
“I love you, Loki,” you said happily. You reluctantly pulled out of his grasp and stood up. Loki stood and stretched. He gave you a kiss on the forehead before walking towards your room. “Wait! Loki?”
“Yes, little one?” Loki asked.
“Can you leave the braids in?”
“Trust me, they’re not going anywhere,” Loki assured you with a flirtatious wink.
Your eyes fell to his taut ass as he sauntered into the bedroom. You shook your head, your face completely flushed as you began cleaning up the supplies you had out. You placed the painting of Loki on the table to keep it safe from Cooper stepping on it - as he had done plenty of times before in the past.
As you cleaned, you heard someone knock on the front door. You froze, kneeling on the ground, waiting to see if the person was actually knocking on your door. When the knock came again, you groaned. You couldn’t answer the door naked and the robe Loki made for you would show off the many bruises on your body. You quickly reached into a laundry basket in the corner of the room and found a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. You pulled on the ensemble in a hurry before rushing towards the front door. You opened the front door and gaped.
“Gretchen?” you asked. Gretchen was standing in front of your door, a wide smile on her face. She was dressed scantily, her breasts nearly falling out of her dress. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to talk about that artwork of yours,” she said as if it was obvious.
“I...we didn’t have any plans for that,” you murmured.
“Eh, I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d drop by,” she laughed, pushing her way inside. You stumbled to the side a little bit as she walked past you. You shut the door as you shook your head. Gretchen stood in the hallway of your home and smiled, looking between your bedroom and your living room. You glanced and checked to see the bathroom door was closed. The last thing you needed was for Gretchen to stumble upon a naked Loki. She hummed and walked into the living room. “So, where’s Loki?”
“He’s busy,” you said. “Speaking of which, now really isn’t a good time -”
“Nonsense. What else would you have planned?” Gretchen asked with a giggle. “Not like you have a job to get to or anything.”
“Right,” you gritted out. Gretchen slipped her gloves off and walked around the coffee table. She glanced down and caught sight of your painting of Loki.
“Oh, honey,” she gasped. She scooped up the painting and stared at it in awe. “This is amazing!”
“Thank you. I just made it,” you said, shuffling back and forth. Something about Gretchen touching that picture of Loki didn’t sit right with you. She stared at it with a greediness as she drank in the sight of it.
“He’s so beautiful,” she sighed dreamily, her eyes reflecting the desire she held for Loki in them. You took a deep breath as she traced his fingers down the side of Loki’s painted cheek. Her voice was so low you barely heard her. “His eyes look so glorious. And his lips...what I wouldn’t give to kiss them.”
“Excuse me?” you gasped. Gretchen froze and turned back to you. She chuckled nervously and placed the painting down. You watched her with an incredulous expression but she waved it off dismissively.
“Nothing, nothing. Can I see the rest of your pieces?” she asked with a smile.
You sighed. “Gretchen, I really can’t.”
“Why not?” she almost barked. “I am trying to pay you for some of your work and you are being exceptionally selfish right now. If you’re this rude to all of your customers, how can you even afford to sell your work? How can you pay for this little apartment?”
You flinched but grimaced. “Alright. Let me just -”
“Darling? You’ve been making me wait quite a while now...”
You and Gretchen both looked over to the doorway. Your heart sped up a bit as you heard Loki open the bathroom door. Gretchen smiled and bounced excitedly, her lip between her teeth. Loki walked into the room, his body glistening wet from the shower. Luckily, he had wrapped a towel around his waist. Still, he was offering Gretchen a generous view of his muscled torso. She gasped and stumbled forward.
“My Prince!” she almost moaned.
“What are you doing here?” Loki snapped. “We weren’t expecting you.”
“I came by to talk about purchasing an art piece,” Gretchen explained. Her eyes fell to Loki’s abs and she pressed her thighs together. Loki narrowed his eyes and if he listened closely, he could hear Gretchen’s prayers whispering in the back of his mind. My Prince, your beauty is outstanding. Please let me see more. Please let me have you…
“Wonderful,” he growled. Loki waved his hand and a set of conservative clothes covered him. He watched Gretchen’s hopeful expression falter as she looked back up into his eyes. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Well? Have you picked one out?”
“Well, actually,” Gretchen laughed nervously. She pointed to the painting on the table. “I’d love that one.”
“No,” Loki hissed. “My beloved made that for me. You cannot have it.”
“Please, my Prince! It captures your beauty so wonderfully! I would be honored to hang it above my altar. I have no way of seeing your face when I pray,” Gretchen begged as she fell to her knees. Gretchen pushed her breasts out temptingly. She grabbed Loki’s hand and kissed it. “Please, Prince Loki.”
“What happened to wanting one of your parents?” Loki asked, snagging his hand away from Gretchen. She stood quickly and looked between you and Loki.
“I would buy both. One of my parents, one of you...many of you, actually,” Gretchen said. Her eyes focused on you as she ran up to you. She took your hands and held them in hers “Oh, honey. Please make me a piece of Loki. My altar needs it. I’ll give you as much money as you want. I’ll even hand out your card or flyers for your pieces at work! There’s a lot of big wigs at my company that would pay good money for art like this.”
You stood there, terribly conflicted. On one hand, you really didn’t want Gretchen having any artwork of Loki, not when those pieces were private and sacred. They were a part of him that you got to keep and hold onto when he wasn’t here - which, really, was quite rare. It felt like you were sharing him with her in that case. On the other hand, her offering you money meant you could finally pay Loki back for the apartment and begin contributing. Plus, with her having so many big-pocketed people she worked with, that offered you even more clientele.
You took a deep breath. Maybe giving her paintings of Loki would help settle her down. She could have a picture of him without actually having him. But perhaps it would be enough to quell her want. You smiled weakly and squeezed her hands.
“Okay. I’ll do it,” you whispered. Gretchen squealed and pulled you into a tight hug. Loki watched you with a hesitant expression but ended up shrugging. You pulled back and saw tears in Gretchen’s eyes.
“This is amazing. Thank you so much. My altar will officially be perfect,” she laughed happily. You couldn’t help but smile and chuckle too. Her laugh was infectious and seeing her happy did bring you some joy. But then, Gretchen sighed and clasped her hands together. “Speaking of altars, can I see yours?”
“Oh, Gretchen, I -”
“Of course you can,” Loki interrupted with a cheery smile. He waved his hands and suddenly the coffee table transformed into a large jade altar. Gretchen’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Loki came up behind you and clapped his hands down on your shoulders. He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “It was so large that I put a spell over it just so we could have enough space here.”
“It’s so gorgeous,” Gretchen gasped, running her fingers along the stone. As she was distracted by the altar, you looked up at Loki and he winked. You mouthed your thanks to him and he kissed the top of your head, both of you knowing the storm that would have happened if you admitted to not having an altar. Gretchen looked back at you, catching Loki kissing you, and her body became rigid. “Very nice.”
“Thank you,” you said softly, a flush on your cheeks.
“The altar, the necklace, the god...you’ve got it all, don’t you?” Gretchen said stiffly. She looked down and her eyes caught a stain on the couch. It was a collection of white droplets. She cleared her throat and turned back to you and Loki. “Well, it’s wonderful. I should be going though.”
“Allow me to walk you out,” Loki offered. He squeezed your shoulders and you both walked Gretchen to the door. He opened it for her while giving her a scrutinizing look. “Have a good day, Gretchen.”
She blushed and winked at Loki. “You too, my Prince.” She glanced at you. “And you too. Bye!”
Loki quickly closed the door behind Gretchen and turned back to you. He grabbed your face between his hands and pressed his lips to yours. You moaned and grabbed his sweater. When Loki pulled back he gave you a sultry grin. “Come on. Let’s go get in the shower.”
*
That bitch!
Gretchen stomped furiously down the stairs, her lips pressed into a tight line. Oh, you just got everything, didn’t you? Loki, that beautiful altar, his pendant...his sex. Gretchen knew what that stain on the couch was. That was Loki’s cum. Her mouth had watered when she saw it. She wanted him and all of his glorious cum.
When she saw him shirtless, Gretchen swore she was going to get on her knees and beg to suck his cock right then and there. But you were in the room and that probably wouldn’t go over well. But even when she did get on her knees, she made sure Loki got a generous view of her cleavage. She was willing to bet that he wanted to fuck her, based on that glint in his eyes. And yet, it didn’t fucking work.
Pointing her nose upwards, Gretchen finally got to the bottom of the steps and stared at the front door to the building.
It wasn’t fair. You shouldn’t be the one to have Loki. Gretchen was the greater worshipper, the one who wanted him, the one who loved him. Gretchen would do anything for Loki. She had to stop him from wanting you.
Gretchen ran out of the building. She stared ahead of her as she made her way to the church she had begun going to in the area. Her face was determined as she pushed the doors open and strutted inside. It was quiet and not many worshippers were occupying the space. She looked around and caught sight of one of the church leaders.
“Lady June,” Gretchen said, walking up to the older woman. June turned around and smiled at Gretchen. She clasped her hands together and bowed slightly.
“Good afternoon, Miss Gretchen,” June greeted. “What can I do for you today?”
“Would we be able to talk in private?” Gretchen whispered. “I have a...personal question about worship.”
“Of course, girl. Come, let’s go.” June began hobbling towards one of the private worship rooms. Gretchen followed her inside and closed the door behind her. The room was small but decorated with incense and candles, a small altar, and a quaint offering bowl on top of the altar. June sat down in one of the two seats in the room and gestured to the one across from her. “Sit, sit.”
Gretchen sat down and bowed her head. “Thank you for taking the time to meet with me.”
“Not a problem.” June waved her hand dismissively. “What is on your mind?”
“Well, as you know, I’m a big worshipper of Loki, God of Mischief and Sex,” Gretchen began.
“Yes, I do. You may be his biggest follower I’ve ever met,” June chuckled, rubbing her leathery hands together. Gretchen nodded stiffly, unhappy with the reminder but also reassured that her devotion was clear.
“Yes. That is the issue. I am one of his biggest followers, dare I even say his biggest ever, but he has yet to come and answer my prayers,” Gretchen sighed, pouting her lips.
“Loki is not an easy god to communicate with,” June reminded her with slightly raised eyebrows. “He is what we call a distant god. He answers prayers quietly without actually visiting his followers. I think that has to do with his domains, since they are a bit on the darker side.”
“I understand that. But if I was to try and get him to come to me, how would I do so?” Gretchen asked.
“Child, that’s a tough question to answer,” June chided.
“Please, Lady June,” Gretchen said, grasping June’s hands. “I love him. I need to show him how much I adore him. I’m afraid he’s...looking elsewhere. I want him to look at me. I want him to want me.”
June blew out a tired gust of air as she sat there and contemplated this. “Ah, that’s tricky. I guess you could try causing some mischief. Though that might make him come to you in anger. You know, trying to stop you from being too mischievous.”
Gretchen could try that but she didn’t want to piss Loki off. She wanted to entice him. She grimaced and shook her head. “No, I don’t think I should. I don’t want to anger him.”
“Nor would I. I’ve heard he has a temper,” June chuckled. She patted Gretchen’s hand. “You could appeal to his other domain, God of Sex. I’m sure that the God of Sex would be interested in sex.”
“I’ve tried that,” Gretchen groaned. “I mean, do you see the dress I’m wearing?”
“I tried not to,” June laughed. Gretchen giggled and shook her head, a blush on her cheeks. June tilted her head to the side and shrugged. “What if that’s not enough? Perhaps only the real deviancy of sex will attract him.”
“Like what?” Gretchen asked, furrowing her brows.
“Direct offerings of sex. Prayers during intimacy - both with yourself and others - or maybe offering him something sexual,” June proposed. “After all, the gods are not perfect. We have all been taught that. They have temptations too - lust, carnality. Being the God of Sex, I’m sure Loki gets many sexual requests. Maybe you just have to do a bit more, like the options I just gave, in order to truly bring him in.”
“Huh…” Gretchen scratched her chin and pursed her lips. She had tried flaunting herself to Loki but what if that wasn’t enough? Maybe she had to follow June’s advice and tempt him with her sex directly. You prayed to him about losing your virginity, no doubt while being a whore about it. That must be the key to his heart - exposing inner lusts and wanting him to be the one to fulfill it. She just had to grasp his eyes first. Between constantly being in your life and now extra lusty prayers, she was sure to gain Loki’s favor. Gretchen smiled and turned back to June. “That sounds wonderful. Thank you.”
“Of course, dear. He has been seen around Earth recently, as Paula said. She did not mention why though, but that is no matter,” June said with a smile. Gretchen knew why, but she didn’t want to say. Still, June shrugged. “Granted, if my advice doesn’t work, then a large offering of something personal to Loki would probably bring him to you, but it is incredibly rare to find something of Loki’s direct interest. He’s so fickle.”
“I bet,” Gretchen chuckled. “Thank you, June, truly. I love him so much and I want to prove that to him.”
“Then I wish you all the luck I can, child.” June stood on wobbly legs and pressed a kiss to Gretchen’s head. “Stay in here as long as you need to. Holler if you need anything else.”
June left the room and shut the door behind her. After the door closed, Gretchen walked over to it and locked it. She looked at the offering bowl and grinned wickedly. Gretchen sat down in the chair and hoisted her dress up. Then, she began touching herself to the thought of Loki and his shirtless body. She prayed the entire time, hoping to catch his attention. When she came, she collected her arousal and poured it into the bowl. She knelt in front of the bowl and began properly preparing the offer. She smiled down at the bowl and she imagined Loki receiving her offer while being with you. It would definitely distract him. That was the goal. Get his mind off of you and onto her. Thanks to June, this would be the best way to do so.
“Prince Loki,” she whispered as she burned all of the candles in the room. “You will be mine...no matter what it takes…”
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Chapter 29: Toys Are This Dom’s Best Friend
Summary:
Gretchen has quickly weaved her way into your life and not a day goes by without seeing her. It’s frustrating to no end, for you and Loki haven’t had the time to dive into your carnal pleasures recently. Luckily, you may have found the time to play a little bit with your Master again.
Notes:
Happy Friday everyone!! How is everyone doing today?? This chapter was definitely a fun one to write and I've been quite excited to share it with you all!! So, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!!
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Loki had not had a serious headache for at least 700 years.
Of course, he had the occasional throb in his skull from staying awake for too long, not eating enough when he actually had to, or from the select few times he had gotten hit with the blunt end of a weapon. Those headaches were dull and normally only lasted a few minutes at most. He would heal himself with his magic and be on his way.
The last time he had a serious headache, he was a young god still learning his way amongst the pantheon. He was beginning to conquer the task of answering prayers and it was...a lot. So many voices in his head, so many requests, so much havoc. Frigga had taught him how to soothe the ache and eventually turn the voices off, even when they prayed to him. He learned to tune in and out of the requests, so despite people constantly praying, he didn’t necessarily have to hear it.
It was nice. It was like taking a small vacation. He could leave them and come back later. Granted, he’d miss some prayers but he wouldn’t answer them all anyway and anyone who was seriously desperate for his attention would keep praying. It worked out.
Every now and then, Loki would get a headache, one that came from stress or something unexplainable. But you were always quick to ease them and you never even knew he got them. You seemed to make everything better, Loki realized.
But now, he was experiencing that terrible headache from his youth again. The constant throb and need for attention. Even his magic couldn’t stop it. Except this time, it wasn’t a trillion voices begging to have their prayers answered. It was only one voice. One shrill, annoying, and pompous voice.
Gretchen.
Loki did not understand it. Her prayers were so loud! It was like she was constantly screaming in the back of his head. And what she asked for - fuck, it was vulgar. She was asking for him to fuck her, claim her, make her his. He would never do it, and he hated the fact that even when he was with you, he would hear her voice.
He had no idea how she was managing to do this. Never had a follower of his been so loud - well, except for you. But even your prayers were gentle, sweet, filled with love. Gretchen’s prayers were fueled by lust and darkness and a carnal desire that maybe Loki would have been tempted by long ago.
Not anymore. Now he had you. There was nothing else he wanted.
Loki contributed it to the fact that Gretchen had been coming over to the apartment every fucking day. She was like a fly that couldn’t be swatted away. The amount of times she knocked on the damn front door while Loki was fucking you was a sin. He had half a mind to set up wards around the building to keep her out just so he could reach a fucking orgasm.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t do that. As much as he was learning to dislike her - her privilege, her flirting, her annoying prayers - she was actually helping you. She had bought three pieces of artwork from you, all worth a significant amount. And she stayed true to her word and told the people she worked with and for about your work. Now they were starting to buy from you. You were painting every day and Loki was so proud of you. The smile on your face as you worked made his heart flutter. You were so adorable. You were so happy to be making money and paying him back, and while he didn’t want you to even worry about making a living wage, he knew he couldn’t stop you from having a grip on monetary independence.
He just wished that monetary independence wasn’t being fueled by Gretchen.
Needless to say, Loki was frustrated. He was suffering a severe case of blue balls...sort of? Well, he was fucking you. He was cumming. But it wasn’t enough. Loki was practically conditioned to fucking you at least four or five times a day. Now, he was lucky to get a quick shag in before you passed out at night. While he could personally go without the sleep, he couldn’t deprive you of it. You were working now technically, after all. A tired artist couldn’t focus much on their work.
So, Loki fell into the same routine every day. Wake up, start fucking you, get quickly interrupted by Gretchen, have to put up with Gretchen, watch you create art, somehow feed you between all of that, and fuck you quickly before bed.
And between all of that, he had to deal with Gretchen’s prayers.
Fuck that woman.
Not literally.
With every passing day, her prayers got worse and worse. At some point, she even begged Loki to leave you. He would have strangled her for even suggesting it, but he didn’t want to ruin what you had going on. Making art for Gretchen and her company was making you happy. If he dared to tell Gretchen off or force her from the home, it would take that source of happiness and income away from you. It was frustrating to no end.
In person, she wasn’t much better. Her outfits were getting skimpier and tighter. Her eyes were beginning to frighten Loki with how intensely they were always focused on him. She was getting touchier, always leaning on Loki or brushing her fingers against him. He hated it. And he knew that you saw it too.
He would see your smile falter and your eyes get dim. It broke his heart seeing you grow jealous and insecure again. The flogging and spanking had helped enormously but now that the bruises had faded, so had the confidence that came with them. He continued to leave marks on you when he could with his hands and mouth, but he had yet to bring the flogger back into the bedroom again. Dammit, he didn’t have the time to bring it back into the bedroom again.
That slight bit of sadness was why Loki held you closer at night, fucked you a bit harder, and told you how much he loved you in front of Gretchen quite frequently.
He didn’t miss the anger that it brought on with Gretchen.
The more he said that he loved you, the louder and more demanding Gretchen’s prayers got when she left. He never let her know that he could hear her. He didn’t want to egg her on or prove that she was actually getting through to him. Indifference, in this case, was key.
When Loki woke up in the morning, he groaned. She was back in his head again. He pressed his palm to his forehead and squeezed his eyes shut. He rubbed his head, which did help quiet her voice, but not the raunchy requests she was praying for.
Prince Loki, please come fuck me. Shove your cock inside of my tight pussy. I’ll let you cum in me…
Loki, God of Mischief, God of Sex, allow me to suck your glorious cock. Please, I want to taste you, gag on you, choke on you…
Loki! Oh, Loki! Please take me! Take me like a filthy bitch! Put your baby in me!
“Fuck!” Loki shouted, his head pounding. He sat up quickly and pressed his fingers to his temples and rubbed them in tight circles. His cock was hard, not from hearing Gretchen’s voice but from hearing what she wanted...because he wanted it with you. If you were speaking those words in his ear...if you were asking for his baby, he’d be on you in an instant. With Gretchen, it was repulsive. He wanted her out of his head now.
“Loki?”
Loki whipped around and saw you laying behind him, the blanket pulled up to cover your bare breasts. Your eyes were still hazy from sleep as you looked at Loki curiously, a bit of worry on your face. Loki sighed and smiled softly.
“Good morning, beloved,” Loki whispered, squeezing your blanket-covered thigh. “Did I wake you?”
“Yeah,” you admitted. “You shouted. Are you okay?”
“Oh, pet.” Loki pulled you onto his lap, both of you still beneath the blanket. He kissed your temple and pressed his nose against you. “I am so sorry for waking you.”
“It’s okay,” you said before kissing his jaw. “What happened? Are you alright?”
Loki paused as he looked down at your innocent face. He had not told you about Gretchen’s prayers, nor did he plan on telling you. It would break your heart. He had to stay quiet about it and pretend like he wasn’t hearing anything. Gretchen hadn’t said anything about it so far, so denying he ever heard anything would be ideal.
“I’m alright,” Loki said with a slight smile. “I had a hard time sleeping last night.”
“Bad dreams again?” you asked, running your fingers down Loki’s bare chest. Your small hands on him felt so good. He shivered under your touch but shook his head.
“No, pet. I don’t have bad dreams much now that I sleep beside you,” Loki admitted. He watched the cute blush he loved so much rise to your cheeks. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, causing Loki to chuckle.
“Such a sap. I thought you were supposed to be a dark, intimidating god?” you laughed.
“I am,” Loki growled, hardening his face to appear just as you said, dark and intimidating. You swallowed and he noticed the glaze of submissiveness cross over your features. Loki grinned and brushed his knuckles down your cheek. “Such a good girl.”
“I...I…” You shook your head and blinked a few times. “We’re supposed to be talking about you! Why did you shout this morning?”
Loki huffed. “I have a bad headache.”
“Gods can get headaches?” you questioned incredulously.
“Apparently,” he grumbled. He sighed and shrugged. “Well, I think it’s from our change in behavior recently. Perhaps all of the orgasms I’ve missed out on have caused me this pain.”
You laughed and bit your lip. “Poor Master. Has your pet been neglecting you?”
Loki sighed dramatically as he fell back onto the bed, resting the back of his hand against his forehead. “She has. It is so terrible. It makes my heart ache.”
“I’ve been a bad sub,” you whispered, straddling Loki. You ran your hands up and down his chest and he watched you with intent interest. “Allow me to make it up to you.”
You winked at Loki before pushing the blankets away and sliding down Loki’s body. He groaned as you wrapped your hand around his cock and began pumping him slowly.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” Loki hissed. “That little hand feels so good around my cock.”
“I think I know what would feel better,” you purred. With a lick of your lips, you wrapped your mouth around Loki’s cock and took him down your throat. He moaned, tossing his head back as you pleasured him with your mouth. He remembered the first time you ever sucked him and was overcome with amazement at how much of a professional you were now. He had trained you and that sweet throat so well.
“Such a good little whore,” Loki groaned, reaching down to fist your hair. He watched you bob along him, your eyes locked with his. “You’re such a cock slut. You love having my cock down your throat, don’t you?”
You garbled out a noise that sounded like an agreement. The vibrations from your acknowledgement had Loki arching his back off the bed and forcing your head down further. You were thrilled at his reaction so you continued to moan as you swallowed his cock.
“You better work for my cum. I know how badly you want to taste me. Prove to me you deserve it,” Loki growled, reaching down and fisting his other hand in your hair. He took complete control of you and began fucking your mouth. Your hands braced his strong thighs and you dug your nails into his skin. Loki cursed and fucked your throat faster. “Oh gods, I want to fuck you, pet. I want to fuck you so badly.”
You whimpered around his cock but Loki snickered, not relenting in the thrusts of his hips.
“Soon. I’ll fuck that tight cunt soon, I promise. I need to cum down your throat first. I need to watch you swallow me down,” Loki gasped. You reached forward and began fondling his balls with one of your hands. The pleasure you were delivering Loki was so grand that he was already close to his orgasm. It felt so good to be able to follow through with his orgasm. He was so close, he just needed -
Knock knock knock
“Dammit!” Loki shouted. He released your head and fell back, staring at the ceiling in frustration. With your talented mouth, you had finally rid Gretchen’s voice from his head but now the owner of it was here, knocking on his door yet again. Loki sighed when you pulled off and looked towards the bedroom door. You bit your lip and shook your head.
“No. She can wait,” you snapped. You dove back down and sucked Loki’s cock extra hard. Even with Gretchen’s pounding on the door, you took Loki’s cock down your throat. Loki moaned, your demand for his cock so arousing that when you squeezed his balls, he shot his cum down your throat - and there was a lot.
You swallowed as much as you could but some of it dribbled from your mouth. You licked your chin and lips clean before reaching up and pecking Loki on the mouth, his own lips slack from pleasure. He grabbed your waist and looked you in the eyes.
“I love you,” Loki said breathlessly.
You smiled and pressed your forehead to his. “I love you too. I hope I helped your headache.”
“You did,” Loki assured you truthfully. The knocking continued on the door and he rolled his eyes. He waved his hand and jeans and a sweater covered your body, though your pendant was visible. He cleaned up your appearance so your breath was fresh, your hair was washed, and your eyes were bright. Well, he cleaned up everything except for the droplets of cum caught in your hair that you had not noticed were there. That he was too smug to remove. He smacked your ass and gestured to the doorway. “Go let her in.”
“Meet me out there?” you asked.
“Of course. I just need to clean up here.” Loki gestured to the dirtied sheets. You kissed him once more before walking out of the room. You closed the door behind you after smiling once more at Loki.
Loki let his head fall back onto the pillow and ran his hand down his face. Despite cumming, he still wasn’t sated. He craved sinking his cock inside of your warmth and cumming inside of you, marking you as his. One blowjob - as amazing and surprising as it was - was not enough to calm the hunger that lived inside of Loki for you. Groaning, Loki climbed out of bed and prepared himself to face the day ahead of him, as Gretchen’s voice begged for him in the back of his head.
Meanwhile, you were walking to the front door, a light skip in your step. While you didn’t get to cum this morning, it felt incredible to pleasure Loki. You loved making him feel good, and as his pet, it was your job to do so. Knowing you did your job and made him happy made you feel lighter as you walked to the door. Frankly, you didn’t want to deal with Gretchen today. It had been far too long since you were able to lay in bed and spend all day impaled on Loki’s cock, but you knew that if you neglected Gretchen, your main source of money flow would get cut off. Sighing, you opened the door.
“Morning, Gretch,” you said.
“Morning, honey!” she replied, a bright smile on her face. You stepped to the side to let her into your home. You closed the door and noticed she was staring at you, her lips pressed into a tight line. Suddenly, she pulled you into a tight hug. One of her hands ran along your hair and you laughed.
“Well, this is an interesting greeting,” you noted.
Gretchen didn’t respond, because as she was hugging you, she was collecting Loki’s cum that was caught in your hair. She stuck her fingers into her mouth and had to restrain herself from moaning. He tasted so good! She began praying as she sucked her fingers clean, hoping that drinking even a few drops of his cum would be enough to gain his attention. She quickly pulled her fingers from her mouth when you pulled back.
“How is the painting going?” Gretchen asked, clasping her hands tightly together.
“It’s going good. I -” You were cut off by the sound of something crashing. Your heart froze when you realized the commotion had come from your room. “Loki!”
You tore into the room and noticed Loki grabbing onto the wall, his head in his hand. He was fully dressed and the bed had been cleaned, but he looked worse than he did earlier that morning. You rushed over to him and cupped his face in your hands.
“Fuck…” he muttered.
“Are you okay? What happened?” you asked. Loki looked up and met your eyes. You could see him taking deep breaths as he focused on you. He nodded and pulled you into a tight hug. You buried your face in his chest as he shut his eyes and rested his cheek on your head.
“I’m okay now,” he whispered. “Just a bit of irritation in my head. Probably a rush of blood from this morning.”
Loki’s chuckle had you laughing softly into his chest, shaking your head back and forth. “Promise you’re alright? Do I need to be concerned about this?”
“It’s alright, sweet. There’s no need to worry. These things happen occasionally. It’s probably just because I’ve been away from Asgard for so long.” Loki ran his fingers over your hair as he opened his eyes. Gretchen was standing in the doorway, her sharp eyes staring at you and Loki. He cleared his throat and patted your back. “Beloved, why don’t you go get your supplies ready?”
You pulled back and Loki nodded at you in encouragement.
“Okay.” You touched his face with your palm lightly before turning around and leaving the room. You walked past Gretchen and she stared at you with hostility in her eyes. Loki sighed and began walking to follow you when Gretchen placed her hand on his chest.
“I know you hear me,” she whispered. She stroked her hand down Loki’s chest. “You hear me and you want me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Loki scoffed, moving to walk past her. She stepped in front of him and grabbed his hands. She gave him a pleading look while his eyes remained cold.
“Don’t lie to yourself.” Gretchen moved his hand up and let him brush his fingers across her breasts. Loki snatched his hand away and glared at her. Gretchen lifted a challenging eyebrow.
“I’m not,” he growled lowly so you couldn’t hear him in the next room.
“Then why are you hard?” Gretchen asked.
Loki rolled his eyes. “I’m hard because my girlfriend shoved my cock down her throat this morning just to please me. That’s why I’m hard. It’s not because of you.”
Gretchen’s eyes flared with anger at the mention of Loki engaging in sexual acts with you. Really, he knew he shouldn’t have egged her on and poked the beast but it felt like the only way to get her to shut up. Finally, Loki pushed past Gretchen and walked into the living room. You were on your toes trying to reach one of the shelves in the closet. Grinning, Loki slid behind you and pressed his cock against your ass.
“Oh, goodness!” you yelped. You looked over your shoulder and laughed. “You startled me!”
“My bad, pet,” Loki whispered in your ear. “Let me get that for you.”
Loki helped you collect your items and laid them out on the table for you. Gretchen stood there stiffly, her eyes locked on you. You blushed under her gaze as you set up your supplies. You collected the paintings you were working on and set them on their respective easels. You clapped your hands together before gesturing to the paintings.
“So, there’s what we have so far,” you said. There were five paintings in total - one for Gretchen and four for people she worked with. The one for Gretchen was of Loki. It was a profile shot of him with his eyes closed and his head tilted back so his dark hair cascaded down his back. It wasn’t complete but his hair had been painted. The other four paintings were of nature and landscapes. Gretchen tapped her finger to her chin and hummed.
“They look excellent,” she said with a smile. You beamed under her praise and bounced a bit on the balls of your feet. She walked over to the painting for her and examined it. “This one is very nice.”
“Thank you,” you said, crossing your hands behind your back. Loki winked at you and gave you a thumbs up.
“May I make a request seeing as though you aren’t done with it?” Gretchen asked.
You shrugged. “Sure.”
“Can we remove his clothing?” Gretchen asked. You looked to Loki and he rolled his eyes.
“Why?” you wondered.
“Well, I like my altar to be very...natural. This painting is from his elbows up, yes? So it won’t even show much,” Gretchen noted. “I just like feeling the closeness of my god to me during prayer.”
“You can feel close with clothing on,” Loki said suddenly from the corner of the room.
Gretchen waved her hand. “Ah, I disagree, my Prince. With a subject as intimate as yours, prayer can only be done in the most natural form.”
“Well, I guess I can if Loki is okay with that,” you murmured. The first painting you gave Gretchen was of Loki from the shoulders up, but his hair covered most of his visible skin. The second painting was Loki again, but it was from the neck up. Now that his body was actually in it - albeit just a small portion - it still made you uncomfortable to show him nude, even partially so. That was for your eyes only.
Loki seemed to catch your hesitation, for he opened his mouth to object when Gretchen came closer to you.
“I’ll pay you extra for your troubles to go back in and change it.” Gretchen reached into her purse and fished around. She pulled out a bundle of bills and held it forward. “Is this enough?”
You gaped at the wad of cash. That was nearly half a month’s rent right there. You swallowed and looked back up at Loki, who’s eyes were also trained on the money.
“It is fine with me. It is only my chest after all,” Loki said with a casual shrug. He smirked and locked eyes with you. “Below the beast’s belly is what matters.”
“Loki,” you giggled, rolling your eyes. You took the money and squeezed Gretchen’s hand. “I’ll do it.”
“Excellent,” Gretchen said. “Can you work on it now?”
“Sure.”
You quickly got to work, Gretchen sitting in front of you and Loki sitting behind you. You could tell his breathing was a bit heavy, but he remained concentrated on the painting. Honestly, you were worried about him. You had never seen him act like this, so weakened. You worked on the painting quickly, hoping the faster you finished, the faster Gretchen would go home so you could spend some time alone with Loki.
Unfortunately, Gretchen didn’t seem to think the same way as you.
She hung around until it was dark out, eating whatever Loki had provided you both with. You finished the painting earlier in the day, but she insisted you finish at least one of the other ones. It was just after dinner when all was complete. Your dishes were cleared and Cooper was whining, pawing at the front door.
“I’ll take him out,” Loki said, kissing you on the cheek before heading out into the hallway. He hooked Cooper onto the leash and walked out of the apartment. You hummed as you began packaging the paintings for Gretchen to bring home. Looking around, she walked up to you.
“I have another painting I’d like to commission,” she said softly. “It’s personal.”
“Oh? Is it the one of your parents?” you asked.
Gretchen shook her head. “No, it’s one of me actually.”
“A self portrait? That’s cool.” You picked up your notebook and began scribbling notes down. “How do you want to look?”
“I was thinking of me with my hair pulled up into some fancy arrangement, a nice green dress, and…” Gretchen paused and her eyes fell to your chest. “...wearing that pendant.”
“What?” you whispered, raising your hand to brush the emerald resting on your chest. “You want a portrait of you wearing my pendant?”
Your heart was pounding as Gretchen slowly nodded. No...no this wasn’t right! The pendant was yours. It was Loki’s gift to you and it was the only one in existence. You gripped the pendant harder and shook your head. Gretchen scowled and took a step forward.
“Are you really going to turn down some good money because you won’t paint me wearing a necklace?” Gretchen hissed.
“It’s mine, Gretchen. I...I can’t do that,” you whispered. Her eyes fell to where your hand covered the pendant and she cocked her jaw. Your breathing got heavier when she looked back up at you.
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” Gretchen supposed.
“I can’t,” you said, your voice firmer.
Gretchen pursed her lips and sighed. “Fine, I understand. If you’re not going to paint me with it then can I ask you a different question?”
Hesitantly, you nodded. “I guess…”
“Can I try it on?”
“Excuse me?” you gasped, taking a step back. “No!”
“Why not? You won’t paint me with it on, why can’t I just try it on for one second?” Gretchen said, stepping towards you with her hand out. You slapped her hand away and shook your head, lip trembling.
“Because it’s mine! Loki gave it to me! You can’t have it!” you nearly shouted, turning away from her so you were shielding your pendant. Gretchen practically snarled as she jumped towards you, her hands grabbing for the pendant. You pushed her off of you and stepped back against the wall, your hand covering your mouth. She blew some hair out of her face and gave you a cold look.
“You’re so fucking selfish! I’m not asking to keep it! I just want to try it on!” Gretchen said, waving her hand around violently.
“Gretchen, I have never taken this pendant off. I will never even try to take it off. It’s mine. Please respect that,” you whispered, still shaking.
“That is a very special piece of jewelry,” Gretchen said, stroking her fingers over your own chest. “It’s so close to Loki…”
“It is,” you murmured. Gretchen’s fingers paused on her chest and she looked back up at you. She blinked a few times then smiled brightly. She dropped her hand and sighed shamefully.
“I’m sorry. That was very rude of me,” Gretchen muttered. She turned around and collected the two wrapped paintings. “I guess I must be going then. I’ll see you soon, honey.”
“See you,” you said wearily as Gretchen walked out of your apartment. You leaned your head back against the wall and took a deep breath. That was...strange. It was the strangest thing to happen since meeting up with Gretchen for the first time since she moved here. You stroked your pendant as if to remind yourself that it was still there.
Things were going too far with Gretchen. She was flirting with Loki way too often, now asking for nude paintings of him, and trying to snag your pendant. It was a recipe for disaster. Luckily, Loki had proven to you that he didn’t want her. He constantly shrugged off her advances and ensured that you were constantly coddled when she was around. You still felt blossoms of insecurity occasionally but Loki’s constant affection quickly quashed them.
Still, you were shaken up because of your day with Gretchen and honestly, you needed to be brought back down to clarity, calmness. The only way you could achieve that was through Loki. He was the only person capable of bringing you back to peace after troubling days like this. Taking a deep breath, you began shedding your clothes as you walked back into your room to prepare for your Master.
*
“You take the longest shits, you know,” Loki groaned as he walked Cooper back towards the apartment building.
“That’s your fault for not taking me out sooner, hot shot.”
“Insufferable beast,” Loki snorted. He paused and yanked Cooper into the shadows of a building as he watched Gretchen storm out of your apartment building. She looked angry but determined. Loki sighed and ran a hand down his face. “This woman is the worst.”
“Tell me about it. She keeps trying to kiss me.”
“She’s put me in quite a difficult situation. I don’t want to be anywhere near her and yet she is helping my beloved so much. It’s quite tough,” Loki explained, tugging Cooper back onto the sidewalk and up into the building. “And even worse? I constantly hear her prayers.”
“What? She’s praying to you?”
“Always. And for some reason, I can’t stop hearing it. It’s rather irritating,” Loki said. “My darling does not know though. I didn’t want her to feel insecure.”
“Understandable. How are you gonna get rid of it?”
“I’m not sure but I don’t think I can handle it much longer,” Loki sighed. He stopped in front of your front door and looked down at Cooper. “Thank you for watching after her. I’m very glad she has you.”
“Yeah, I know. You do a pretty good job at taking care of her too.”
“Reluctant allies, we’ve become, huh?” Loki laughed.
“No.”
“So sweet,” Loki scoffed. He pushed the door open and let Cooper in. He unhooked his leash and sent the dog off into the living room. Loki peeked into the living room and kitchen but you weren’t there. “Darling?”
“Master…”
Loki turned to the bedroom and saw the door cracked open slightly. He pushed his way into the room and saw you kneeling on the floor. Your head was facing the floor and you were completely naked aside from the pendant dangling around your neck. Your hands were folded behind your back submissively.
Loki’s cock was hard within seconds.
“Oh, pet. What do we have here?” Loki cooed, shutting the door behind him. He walked up to you and began circling you. You kept your head down but Loki could see the blush grow on your cheeks. “Sitting like such a good girl waiting for her Master.”
“Thank you, Master,” you said, nuzzling into Loki’s hand when he cupped your face.
“Tell me what you want, pet. You’re on your knees for a reason,” Loki snickered, tipping your face up with a finger under your chin. He was in awe at the look of submission in your eyes and it was taking every ounce of patience he possessed not to pounce on you and mount you right then and there. Seeing you so demure and submissive had Loki’s cock twitching in his trousers. He loved seeing you like this and he realized, as he had long ago, your submissiveness was his addiction.
“This morning it felt so good to pleasure you. I miss being your sub and I haven’t been performing my duties enough. Allow me to rectify that,” you whispered.
“Pet.” Loki crouched down so he was more at your height. “First of all, you are always my sub, my good girl, my pretty pet even if I’m not inside of you every second of the day. Your wonderful friend has prevented us from being overly intimate and that is not your fault.”
“But I keep inviting her in,” you rebutted.
“Darling, I have complete confidence that she would come in whether you let her in or not,” Loki chuckled. You laughed and Loki relished in the noise of it. He stroked your chin with his finger and watched your giggles subside. “You are doing what you need to do to work. I will not take you away from that, you know that.”
“I know,” you sighed. “I just miss…”
“Miss what?” Loki asked.
Your blush deepened as you averted your eyes from Loki’s intense gaze. “I miss being your toy.”
“Oh, baby,” Loki nearly growled. “You’re always my little sex toy.”
You looked up at Loki through your lashes. “Then treat me like one.”
The thoughts running through Loki’s mind were filthy as he heard you speak your desires. He had not been able to exert full dominance and power over you since the night he flogged you - even the memory of that night had him straining in his pants. He wanted to fuck you brutally. He wanted you to cry. He wanted you to be so weak with pleasure that you were putty in his hands.
He knew you wanted that too.
Loki’s smile was devious as he adjusted his grip to grab your face with one hand. “You want to be treated like a toy? Oh, pet, you might regret that.”
Loki pulled your face forward and slammed his lips to yours. You buckled under his weight and he could tell you were struggling to stay balanced on your knees. Loki’s hands fell to your waist and he tugged you forward so your body was flush against his. As he sunk his tongue into your mouth, he heard Gretchen’s voice again.
Prince Loki, my god, please come to me…
No! He would not put up with hearing Gretchen’s prayers as he fucked you. He had to get her out of his system, flush her voice from his mind. He had no idea how to do that. Loki pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, allowing you to catch your breath - weak little thing. That morning, you had sucked his cock like a good little cock slut and it had at least quieted Gretchen’s voice. Perhaps indulging in his carnal desires would help push her out more. He had not given into his dominance much recently in order to at least fuck you once before bed, but now he actually had the time. You were willing to take whatever he gave you and he wanted to give you everything.
“I love you, you know that right?” Loki asked, pulling back to look you in the eyes.
“Yes, Loki.”
“Good, because I’m about to fuck you like I hate you.”
It was a nod to the day you admitted to loving Loki, but neither of you spent the time to be sentimental over it. Now was about lust, about power, about submission. Loki stood abruptly and hoisted you up by your arm. He began to walk you towards the bed before pausing and turning towards the wall. He shoved you against the wall, your back hitting it with a thud. Loki grabbed your face in his hands and connected your lips in a heated kiss, attempting to wash away Gretchen’s voice from his head. He growled and kissed you harder, so hard that he knew your lips would be bruised.
Loki bit your lip and pulled it away from you, a deep growl emanating from his chest as he tugged it. He let it snap back into place with a bounce. You were breathing heavily, your arms braced against the wall.
“What are you going to do to me, Master?” you asked, breasts heaving. Loki looked down at them and hummed. He drew circles around your nipples as a wicked grin grew on his face.
“I am going to ruin you,” he whispered. Loki snapped his fingers and allowed a special toy to appear in his hands. He held the thin chain up by its center and dangled it in front of you. “Do you know what this is, pet?”
“No, Master,” you whispered, shaking your head.
Loki chuckled and gripped the object by both hands. “It’s called a nipple clamp.” The clamps were two emerald clips connected by a dainty gold chain, quite similar to your pendant. Your eyes widened as Loki toyed with the clamps. “I suppose you know what it’s supposed to do based on the name.”
“You’re going to put those on my nipples,” you said in a trembling voice.
“Good girl.” Loki winked. “Color?”
“Green,” you assured him.
“Excellent,” Loki purred. He took a step back and rubbed his chin with two fingers. “Now be a good little slut and play with your nipples. Get them nice and ready for me.”
You reached down and began toying with your nipples. You moaned, your body thrumming with pleasure. Loki nodded slowly as he raked his eyes along your body. He inhaled and smelled your arousal. His cock twitched and he fisted the clamps harder, trying to stop himself from advancing on you. You grabbed and tugged at your nipples, your breathing coming out more and more labored. When your nipples were sufficiently plucked and pulled, Loki lifted his hand.
“Enough.” He stepped forward and swatted your hands away from your breasts. He opened the clamps and carefully wrapped their teeth around your nipples. When the clamps were secured, he noted your breathing was heavy and your eyes were blown wide. Loki ran his hand down your chest and pulled experimentally on the chain. You yelped and moaned, your nails scratching at the wall behind you. Loki hummed as he tugged the chain harder. “Absolutely divine. How does it feel?”
“Different. Painful but...but good,” you said.
“My perfect little slut. You look so pretty for your Master,” Loki mused as he ran his hands along your body.
Prince Loki! Please come to me! I need you and your cock right fucking now!
Loki growled at the sound of Gretchen’s voice in his head. He slammed you against the wall, one hand wrapped around your throat. His other hand sunk down and cupped your cunt, feeling the heat on his palm. He ground the heel of his hand into your clit and you gasped, writhing against the wall.
“Loki!” you gasped as he worked his hand over you.
“Tell me what you want, slut,” Loki growled. “Tell me now or you get nothing.”
“Fingers...put...put your fingers in me, fuck, please!” you shouted.
Loki immediately plunged two fingers inside of you. He practically pushed you up higher on the wall with how hard he was fingering you. You shook on his hand and with every harsh thrust, your breasts bounced, causing the clamps to adjust and tighten.
“Is this what you wanted?” Loki growled, pumping his fingers inside of you. “Is this how you wanted to be treated, little girl?”
“Yes! Yes, Master!” you moaned, spreading your legs wider. Loki laughed and managed to shove a third finger inside of you. He curled them, rubbing them against your most sensitive areas inside of you.
“I need to get you nice and open for me. You’re so tight right now,” Loki whispered, attaching his lips to your neck. He sucked a bruise into your neck as he began scissoring his fingers. You moaned his name as his teeth sunk into your throat. “I don’t want to hurt you, after all. Well...maybe I want to hurt you a little. Would you let me hurt you, sweet?”
“Yes, Master! Please, please, please. I’ll let you do anything you want to me,” you cried out. Your entire body was shaking from the power of Loki’s hand. He squeezed his other hand around your throat as he trailed his lips over your soft cheek. You gasped for air and he squeezed tighter. “L-Loki…”
“You’re mine. Everything about you is mine. Even the air you breathe belongs to me,” Loki hissed. His possessiveness sparked something inside of you because you were now clamping around his fingers. Loki snickered and bit your ear. “You love when I get possessive over you, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Master,” you whimpered.
“That’s because you’re mine - my toy, my cock slut, my little breeding whore,” Loki groaned. You moaned loudly and Loki ground his cock into your thigh. “That’s all you are worth - a tight hole for me to sink my cock into.”
“I know, I know, Master. My body is yours. I belong to you.” Your words were slurred with pleasure and Loki was thriving off of it. He loved when you sunk into this mode of submission. You would do anything, say anything, just to feed into Loki’s pleasure because you knew it would only make your own pleasure even greater. Loki curled his fingers in you and you screamed his name.
“That's it, baby. Do you want my cock now?” Loki asked, pulling back so he could look you in the eyes. Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes as you nodded, lips opening and closing as you tried to find the words to say. Loki smoothed his hand up from your neck to your cheek. “Then say it, kitten. Say that you’re my filthy cock slut and my cock will be yours. Go on, don’t be ashamed.”
“Loki...Loki...I’m your cock slut. I’m your filthy cock slut. I live to serve you. All I want is your cock and your cum and everything you’re willing to give me. I need you,” you babbled, staring into Loki’s eyes. You whimpered and licked your lips. “I love you, Master. Please...please let me please you.”
“Oh, baby,” Loki groaned. He slid his fingers out of you and cupped your face. He kissed you, and your admission of love left Gretchen’s voice nearly nonexistent in his head. He could still hear a faint whisper, but the harder he kissed you, the quieter she got. Loki magicked his clothes away and his cock bobbed up. Loki pulled back and winked. “I love you, precious girl. Are you ready?”
“Ready for what?” you asked.
“You’ll see.” Loki pulled you from the wall and tossed you onto the bed. He stood at the edge of the bed over you and spread your legs nice and wide. He ran his cock along yout wet folds and inserted himself inside. You let your head fall back onto the bed as he pushed himself in to the hilt. Loki gave you little to no time to adjust before he began pounding into you, his fingers biting into your calves.
“Master, oh fuck,” you moaned, gripping the sheets beside you.
Loki fucked you harder, his hips slamming against your cunt with every harsh thrust. “Pet, you feel so good around my cock. Fuck, this little pussy is all mine. Gods, I missed fucking you like this.”
“Take me, Loki,” you whimpered. “Take me harder.”
Loki obliged, his heart pounding in his chest as he fucked you. His need to claim you overcame him and he bent down and bit a mark into your neck. He sucked it and tugged at the nipple clamps, wanting to bruise your nipples as much as possible. He needed his marks all over you.
“Mine. My little fuck toy,” Loki hissed.
“Yours, all yours,” you reassured him, your voice weak and strained from all the pleasure you were feeling.
He grunted and growled, his need to dominate you overwhelming him. He spread your legs as wide as they could go and stared down at where his cock was piercing you. Your poor clit was severely neglected as he fucked you, and based on how swollen it was, you were aching to be touched there.
Perhaps he should rectify that.
Loki waved his hand and pinched between two fingers, a small, shell-shaped device appeared. With your head tossed back from pleasure, Loki knew you couldn’t see what he was doing. He grinned as he fastened the device over your clit and with a tap, it buzzed to life.
“Oh! What - Loki!” you yelped, craning your neck to look down at your cunt. Loki laughed as he fucked you harder, the device suctioned to your clit and buzzing without restraint. You whimpered and looked around, lips flailing as you tried to find answers.
“I love decorating you with toys, little girl,” Loki grunted. “And this one is a very special one. It’s going to give your little clit all the pleasure you want.”
“It’s...it’s too much!” you gasped. The toy was sending sharp vibrations up your entire body and with the way Loki was fucking you, your breasts bounced and ached from the clamps. Your entire body was lit with arousal and pleasure. Based on the feral look in Loki’s eyes, he was greatly enjoying it.
“No, it’s not too much. This -” Loki tugged on the chain dangling between your breasts. You screamed and he snickered. “This is too much.”
You were terribly conflicted, he could tell. All of the sensations you were feeling were overwhelming and you weren’t sure whether to run away or give in to it. Loki snapped his fingers and the clamps got tighter and the device buzzed harder. You shrieked and arched your back, tears now falling freely from your eyes.
But then, you blinked your tears away and in your eyes, Loki saw complete trust and devotion. He saw the pleasure he was delivering to you pushing through the pain. He saw how badly you wanted to please and be pleased. Loki’s heart pounded in his chest as he picked up the pace of his thrusting.
“You wanted to be used like a toy, pet. Just remember this is all because you wanted it,” Loki growled. “Do you still want it, slut? Do you want to be used like the toy you are?”
“Yes!” you shouted, sweat beading on your forehead. “M-More!”
“Oh, you want more?” Loki growled. He let one hand slip down to where his cock was pulsing in and out of you. He danced his fingers along your folds and shook his head playfully. “You filthy...dirty...wicked...cock slut.”
On an outward thrust, Loki aligned a single finger up with the side of his cock, and when he thrusted back inside, his finger went in with him. Your eyes widened dramatically, almost comically, as you reached up and grabbed Loki’s biceps.
“Master?” you asked, clearly confused by the sudden extra fullness you were feeling. It was just a single finger, but it was enough to be incredibly noticeable thanks to the length of his digit.
“Stretch that pretty pussy for me, baby. Show me how much you can take,” Loki purred. His finger didn’t move much, just a curl and a poke to keep you on your toes. You cried out and bucked yourself down on Loki’s cock and hand. He tugged the chain harder and with a moan, Loki slipped a second finger inside of you.
“Oh gods, Loki,” you moaned, your voice cracking from your sobs. Loki increased the power on the device surrounding your clit and he knew you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. He snapped his hips faster and spread his fingers inside of you. You screeched his name and Loki grunted, his own release quickly approaching.
“I want you to cum for me,” Loki hissed. He spread his fingers as wide as he could manage while also twisting the chain of the clamps. “Cum and scream my name. Do it!”
“Loki! Loki, fuck!” you screamed, your lungs hurting from how hard you screamed. Loki watched as your body trembled and completely shut down. With a shout, you squirted, your arousal soaking Loki’s bare abdomen. Loki tossed his head back and cursed as he shot his cum inside of you. He came hard, his body aching from how powerful his release was. He took deep breaths as he came down from his high, groans leaving his lips every few seconds. He looked down at you and you were completely debauched, your body trembling and whimpers escaping your lips.
“Oh, sweet thing,” Loki whispered. It was like a switch flipped within him. The dark, dominant Master had taken a step back in order for the sweet, tender lover to come to the surface to take care of you. Gently, Loki pulled his fingers from your body. Your body shook as another orgasm came over you, your body so sensitive that any sensation lit you up. Loki coaxed you through it, thrusting shallowly inside of you to help you deal with the tremors. Then, he unclipped the nipple clamps and tossed them away.
“M...M...M…” You couldn’t speak, you were in a complete daze. Loki slowly pulled his cock out from you and rested you further on the bed. He snapped his fingers and a healing lotion appeared in his hands. He rubbed it over your sore, distended nipples. You moaned and came again from his touch alone, tears streaming down your pliant face.
“Good girl...such a good, good girl…” Loki cooed. He spread your legs and admired the extra stretch that had occurred in your pussy. He thoroughly used you, just as he intended. He rubbed some of the cream on your tender cunt, doing his best not to coax another orgasm from you.
For once.
Loki finally let himself lay down beside you. Immediately, he pulled you into his body. Your soft body melted around his as he helped smooth the trembles from your body. He kissed your forehead and touched your back gently. He told you how good you were and how much he loved you. After almost an hour, your shocks finally calmed down and you were coming back to your senses.
“Sweetheart,” Loki whispered. “Are you with me?”
“Loki,” you sighed, nuzzling into him. “You are such a whore.”
Loki burst into laughter as he hugged you closer to his body. His heart fluttered at your tiny giggles, your face still pressed into his chest. “You are so fucking perfect.”
“Mmm...I’m not perfect. I’m tired,” you yawned.
“Sleep, little one. I’m here,” Loki whispered, pressing a kiss to your head.
“Can’t yet,” you sighed. “I need to tell you something.”
“What is it, beloved?” Loki asked, burying his nose in your hair. He took a deep breath in and basked in the scents of flowers and sex that had now become your trademark smell.
“Gretchen...Gretchen tried to take my pendant today.”
Loki’s arm locked around you so quickly and so tightly that you cried out. He loosened his grip and lifted his head, his cold eyes staring ahead of him blanky.
“She what?”
“She asked if I could paint her with it on and I said no. Then she asked to just try it on and when I said no again, she tried to grab it,” you said. You looked up at Loki and reached up, smoothing the hard lines out of his face with your fingers. “She didn’t take it. I wouldn’t let her.”
“Good girl. Very good girl.” Loki held you tighter and shook his head. “She will never have that pendant.”
“It’s mine,” you yawned again. You hugged Loki tighter as you rested your head back on his chest. “You’re mine.”
“Yes, I am. I always will be,” Loki assured you. “Get some sleep. Don’t you worry about Gretchen. I love you, darling.”
“Love...love you, Loki…” you said with slurred words as you drifted into sleep.
Physically, Loki finally felt relaxed. He had given into his carnal desires and you had completely accepted them. He let his head fall back against the pillow and willed himself to crawl towards slumber, however the knowledge that Gretchen tried to take your pendant was infuriating Loki so much he could hardly rest.
Unfortunately, Gretchen’s voice was also getting louder in his mind too.
Prince Loki! My Prince! My Prince, come to me! I will pleasure you! I will do anything for you! I will drink all of your cum!
Loki groaned. This was getting out of hand. First the constant attention, then the prayers, and now her trying to take the pendant - this was not good, Loki knew it. He was livid, but he was also scared. This wasn’t normal, this wasn’t right. He had to stop this - all of this. However, there seemed to be only one way that would happen.
Loki looked down at your sleeping face and brushed his fingers down your cheeks. You looked so beautiful when you slept, so peaceful and content. He hated the thought of leaving you alone while you slept, though with his magical wards up and the protection of Cooper, he knew you would be safe. Still, Loki placed his hand on your forehead and cast a sleeping spell over you, making sure you wouldn’t wake. Loki then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.
“I’ll be back soon, my love,” Loki whispered.
He climbed out of bed and waved on his leather and amor. He gave one last longing look at you, his heart saddened. Loki didn’t want to do this, but the best time to take action would be when you were asleep and unaware of what was going on.
Loki had to go now. He couldn’t wait a moment longer to get Gretchen’s voice out of his head.
With a deep breath, Loki stepped out of the room with one destination in mind - Gretchen’s apartment.
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Chapter 30: A Shocking Reveal Of A Shocking Truth
Summary:
It is time to face the beast - Gretchen. Loki doesn’t want to do this but he knows he has to. But will he be ready for what he finds?
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Chapter Text
By the time Loki reached Gretchen’s apartment, his head was nearly pounding from the intensity of her prayers. He had heard them as he walked to her building, and they were terribly vulgar, but now they were vulgar and loud. He rubbed his temples as he stared up at her floor, low lights flickering from her window.
Prince Loki! Come to me! Bed me, take me! Be mine, be mine!
Maybe he should have just stayed in bed with you.
Loki really just wanted to turn around and go back to you. He missed the warmth of your body beside his and he hated that he had to leave you alone in bed as you slept. But he had to do this. He had to get Gretchen out of his head and stop her from even thinking about making any more moves on him or threats on you.
He didn’t think she was necessarily dangerous in the same way Michael was but what she was doing was unacceptable. The flirting, the praying, the touching - it wasn’t right. Loki wasn’t sure how much longer he would last with her acting this way. He had to admit, he somewhat enjoyed Gretchen’s company when she wasn’t acting like an entitled whore. She was genuinely kind when it came to your paintings and when she wasn’t in a daze of wanting to fuck Loki, he saw a version of her that made him realize why you two were close back in school. But as soon as that kind girl came, she would leave in exchange for the serpent he had come to know her as.
Loki was beginning to wonder if the nice girl appearance was all just an act.
Hopefully he wouldn’t have to deal with it much longer.
Admittedly, as much as he wanted to hurt Gretchen, he couldn’t. She was still tied to you. She was providing you with work and money which was what you had been aspiring to get. If he killed - hurt - Gretchen, that would be detrimental to your happiness. And all Loki wanted was for you to be happy. Instead, Loki planned on just talking to Gretchen. Tell her to stop, perhaps bargain with her, find some way to get her to stop acting this way and return to the kind person that you had told him she was. Afterwards, once a deal was fostered and things were settled, Loki would return to your home, crawl into bed beside you, then wake you up by impaling you on his cock.
He feared it would not be so easy.
Sighing, Loki closed his eyes and tapped into his powers. He envisioned Gretchen’s room and with a flash of green light, he appeared in her room. When Loki opened his eyes, he nearly stumbled back at what he saw.
Gretchen was laying on her altar, her back arched as she thrusted a jade dildo in and out of her cunt. She was covered in the ashes of offerings, no doubt a way to bring herself closer to Loki. She grabbed at her breasts as she fucked herself with the dildo, and the entire time, she was moaning and praying.
The sight was so erotic and unnerving that Loki was literally frozen in place as he watched her touch herself. Her prayers in his mind were like screams and howls. He was shocked, startled, and slightly afraid at how strange this entire ordeal was.
But perhaps standing there wasn’t the best idea because it wasn’t long before Gretchen opened her eyes and locked gazes with Loki.
“Prince Loki,” she purred, pumping the jade dildo in and out of herself at a slower pace. Loki’s jaw clenched as he watched the item sliding through the wet folds of her pussy. She lifted herself in a seated position and she spread her legs wider. “You came. You finally came.”
“Not for the reason you think,” he growled.
“Are you sure, my Prince? We can be honest with ourselves. Your little girlfriend isn’t here, after all,” Gretchen giggled before moaning loudly as she twisted the dildo inside of herself. “Come here, Loki. Don’t you want this to be you? Don’t you want to fuck my tight little pussy? I’m a lot more experienced than her. I can please you...Master.”
“Enough,” Loki hissed. “Stop this. I am not your Master. Only my beloved can call me that.”
“But you could be. I’d be your little pet. Your good little girl. You could do anything you want to me,” Gretchen moaned. “A lover? A sex slave? A wife? A breeding mare? Whatever it is you want, I’ll be it.”
“What I want is for you to stop this!” Loki snapped, his patience running thin. Truthfully, he wanted to hurt her - badly. But he could not hurt her. That wasn’t the plan. The plan was to stop this bullshit and go back home to you.
Gretchen rolled her eyes but shrugged. She slid the dildo out of herself and with dark eyes, she stared at Loki as she slipped the toy into her mouth. She began bobbing her mouth along it in the same way she would if she was actually sucking his cock. Loki groaned and looked away, shaking his head.
“You want me,” she whispered. Loki heard her shuffling and when he turned back, she was gliding towards him. “I’m here and ready for you, my Prince. Take me.”
“I will not take you,” Loki insisted. Gretchen stepped in front of him and ran her hands along his crotch. He pushed her away and held a single finger up at her. “If you do not stop this, I will place an eternal curse over you. You wouldn’t be the first mortal I did that too.”
For a moment, Mr. Richards’ terrified face popped into Loki’s head. He smirked, it was still amusing.
“You won’t curse me. You want me too badly,” Gretchen challenged. She groped her breasts and tilted her head back, soft moans leaving her lips. She grabbed Loki’s hand and placed it on her breast. Loki snagged his hand back and purposefully avoided watching her tug her nipples. “Come to me, God of Sex. Let me show you what it’s like to be with a real woman.”
In a flash, Loki wrapped his hand around Gretchen’s neck and held her in the air. She gasped for air and kicked her nude legs, though her effort was useless.
“I do not want you. I will not say it again. I’m here to talk to you, that is all.” Loki dropped Gretchen to the ground and watched as she coughed and sputtered. A look of fury entered her eyes as Loki waved his hand and magicked a robe onto Gretchen. She stood up and grabbed the dildo.
“No, I don’t accept that.” Gretchen bent herself over the side of the altar and flipped the robe up. She inserted the dildo inside of herself and began thrusting it. Then, she began praying. FIlthy, vulgar prayers that were so loud, Loki stumbled backwards and caught himself on the wall. Gretchen laughed and pulled herself up, flipping over so she was standing and fucking herself. “I knew it! I knew you heard me! You have heard me this whole time!”
“How are you doing this?” Loki shouted, hanging onto his head.
“What better way to tempt the God of Sex than with sex itself?” Gretchen cooed, pulling the dildo out and walking back over to Loki. “I pray to you every time I touch myself, fuck this toy, or do anything even remotely sexual. It’s working wonders. Do you remember earlier today when I came over and you were fumbling around in her room? That was because I licked your cum from her hair as I prayed. You taste so good, Loki. Give me more. Let me suck your cock and clean it up with my tongue. Or if you’d rather cum inside of me and get me pregnant instead, that would be just as good with me.”
“You sick fuck,” Loki groaned, reaching out for Gretchen again but she slid away from him and giggled.
“You just can’t get me out of your head can you?” Gretchen teased. “Maybe you don’t want me out of your head anyway.”
“Stop this,” Loki growled.
“I’ll stop if you fuck me,” Gretchen whispered. “Just once. That’s all. I won’t even tell your little girlfriend.”
Flaring his nostrils, Loki straightened his back and looked down at Gretchen.
“I will never fuck you. I will never think about fucking you. I do not want you. I am in love and no, it is not with you. It will never be with you. You will never have me, my pendant, or what my beloved has.” Loki saw Gretchen’s lip curl at the mention of the pendant. He snickered and crossed his arms behind his back. “Oh, I heard about that little stunt by the way. You tried to rip it from my beloved’s neck, you fool. You are lucky I don’t cut your hand off for that. If you even dare try anything like that again, I will snap your neck in two.”
“That pendant belongs to me! You belong to me! You’re mine!” Gretchen snarled.
“No, Gretchen. I am not yours because you are nothing. You are worthless. The only reason I keep you around is to make my darling happy. She’s fond of you only because you are tied to her past. But to me, you are literal scum, not even worthy of being stuck to the bottom of my boot. If it weren’t for my beloved’s soft heart, you would already be cold and dead. You should thank her. She’s the reason you’re breathing right now because to me, you are nothing,” Loki barked, towering over Gretchen as his chest heaved with anger. “Is that clear?”
“That’s not possible,” Gretchen hissed.
“It is. I will never love you,” Loki said bluntly. “No amount of sexual offerings, skimpy dresses, or filthy prayers will ever change that.”
He could see the anger rising in Gretchen. She was praying loudly, screeching in his head. Finally, she reached out to hit him. But when he grabbed her, he gasped, his head spinning at what he felt.
He felt...himself.
He felt his magic, his essence, his power.
Loki tossed her backwards and stared down at his hand, still tingling with his magic. When he touched that magic, he could feel a darkness in it, one that felt like poison. He looked back down at Gretchen, who had collapsed onto the floor. He snapped his fingers and she was bound to the ground, her teeth gnashing in frustration. He crouched over her and cupped her cheek. He looked into her eyes - really looked into them - and could see flickers of his essence inside of her.
“What the fuck?” Loki whispered. He pulled himself backwards and walked across the room. Gretchen was still fumbling around on the ground, flailing and screaming. She kicked her legs and howled.
She was acting an awful lot like...like Michael.
“Let me go!” she screamed. “Let me have you, Loki! Let me be yours! Please!”
“No,” Loki murmured, turning back to her. “I do not want you. I never will.”
“That’s not true!”
“It is.” Loki, still in a daze, walked to the window of the room. “Goodbye, Gretchen.”
Loki waved his hand and he appeared down on the sidewalk outside. The bonds would remain on Gretchen for a few hours, keeping her tethered to the ground. They would eventually wear off but for now, she wouldn’t be able to touch herself and force those extremely loud prayers into Loki’s mind. He would finally be able to concentrate.
He stared into the night sky, his heart hammering in his chest. His magic was embedded inside of Gretchen somehow. It was making her dark, deranged. It was making her like Michael.
He had to figure this out. What was happening could not be coincidental. Loki began walking down the sidewalk, his eyes focused ahead of him as the Bifrost opened up to send him back to Asgard.
He did not even question the fact that he had not called Heimdall to open it.
The ride through the Bifrost was fast and it deposited him behind one of the waterfalls that fell outside of the palace. Loki did not bother looking around his home, the place he had been away from for so long. He had one sole destination in mind - the dungeons.
Loki stormed through the palace, thankful that the night sky was still twinkling. Thor would be asleep surely so he would not feel compelled to explain himself to his brother. Loki blew past the guards, uncaring about not giving them a second glance as he tore his way down the corridors. By the time he reached the steps for the dungeon, his heart was racing and his palms were sweating.
“Open the doors,” Loki snarled as he approached the door to the dungeons. The guards gave each other a disturbed look but did not question the raging god standing before them. They opened the doors and Loki walked right in and down the steps. He had no idea which cell he was looking for, though if he knew anything about his brother, it would be in the deepest, darkest corridor.
He was right.
Loki found Michael sitting in the corner of his cell, his body thinner and his hair grayer. When he looked up and saw Loki, his face was blank, a confused curl in his lips.
“Who are you?” Michael asked.
“Not important,” Loki said, waving his hand and transporting himself into the cell. Michael scurried back against the wall as Loki walked over to him, his large body towering over the cowering man. He lifted Michael up and pressed his hand to his forehead. With a surge of magic, Loki - regretfully - gave Michael his memories back. His memories of you, the fighting, the stalking, the lusting all came rushing back to him. Michael’s eyes filled with recognition and by the time Loki was done, he was flailing in his arms.
“You! You bastard! Where is she? She’s mine! You can’t have her!” Michael hissed and spat, kicking his legs.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before,” Loki scoffed. “Tell me, Michael, do you want to fuck her?”
“Yes,” Michael answered, panting loudly.
“Do you want her to be yours?”
“Yes!”
“You’d do anything for her to love you, correct?”
“Yes, yes!”
“Then pray to me,” Loki said. “Pray to me and she will be yours. I swear it.”
“Pray to you? But you’re the one keeping her away from me!” Michael said, his voice calmer but more confused.
“I was. Not anymore,” Loki assured him. He placed him down onto the ground, settling him on his feet. He waved his hand and an illusion of you appeared, though Michael wouldn’t know the difference. “She’s right there. Pray to me, Loki, God of Sex, and she will do anything you want her to do.”
“Fuck, okay,” Michael said. He began praying, and when he did, Loki grabbed his arm.
And then, he felt his magic.
“Fuck!” Loki shouted, dropping Michael’s hand. He grabbed Michael’s face and saw the swirls of his magic in his eyes. Letting out a cry, Loki pushed Michael away and punched the wall of the cell.
“I did it! Is she mine?” Michael asked, an insane smile on his face.
“No.”
With that, Loki summoned his magic and grinned wickedly. Michael grabbed his crotch and began screaming in pain. Loki closed his fist and the pain got more and more intense. Michael was in tears as Loki laughed like a maniac, sick pleasure overcoming him. With one final clench of his fist, Michael crumpled onto the ground and sobbed.
“I have wanted to do that for a long time,” Loki said, stroking his fingers over Michael’s hair. “You poor, sad man. No woman, and now no cock. It’s a shame my brother didn’t take care of that but I’m quite happy he didn’t. Now I had the honor of doing it.”
“I hate you,” Michael growled through his tears.
Loki lifted Michael by his hair and glared at him. “I should kill you but I have a much better punishment in mind.”
“Better than cutting my dick off?” Michael yelled.
“Why, yes,” Loki laughed. “But you won’t remember it.”
“What do you mean?” Michael asked, still writhing in pain.
“Say goodbye to those precious memories of yours once again. You do not have the honor of getting to remember my beloved, you sick, horrid animal,” Loki snarled.
“You monster!” Michael shouted.
“Now that, you’re right about,” Loki murmured. He pressed his hand to Michael’s forehead and stripped him of his memories again. The man slumped onto the ground, left unconscious, and Loki sighed. He wasn’t winded from wiping his memories this time, which was a good thing. He had work to do.
He transported himself out of the cell, a bit more satisfied than when he came but also much more frustrated with himself. He walked away from the cell, leaving Michael in the distance.
He left the palace and went straight to his temple. It was dark and cold inside, but it was quiet and it helped ground Loki. He sat at the altar and placed his hands on the chilled flat top. He shut his eyes and with a deep breath, he reached out to Midgard. He concentrated, sending his magic across the realms in order to capture what he needed to find.
And when Loki found it, tears began pouring from his eyes.
The flares were back and even stronger than before. They were spreading from your home and from Gretchen’s, both homes so close together that it could almost be mistaken for one large hot spot instead of two. The Livets Blomst had worked in healing Midgard, but it had become poisoned with his magic again.
Poisoned, just as Gretchen and Michael had.
Loki felt like a fool for not noticing the flares growing. He had been so distracted by you and being yours that he had neglected answering prayers. He stopped checking on the flares and therefore they got out of hand. These flares, which were radiations of his magic, had hooked onto Gretchen and Michael, forcing them to turn into these dark, lusting creatures.
He had never noticed it with Michael before because Michael was not praying to Loki like Gretchen was. And Gretchen’s...transformation had occurred much faster than Michael’s because she was always around both you and Loki. Michael was only really around you.
He theorized that the reason his magic manifested so strangely inside of Michael and Gretchen was due to their intentions. Unlike everyone else who just got a bit more horny than usual, Gretchen and Michael became dark and full of lust. Knowing Gretchen had a fascination with Loki prior to this all happening must have meant that Michael had a fascination with you before he started showing signs of mania - albeit, much quieter than Gretchen with Loki. The things they wanted - the sex, the possessiveness, the ownership - had always been inside of them. Loki’s magic just emphasized it and made those feelings stronger, even dangerous.
Unfortunately, that meant Loki was to blame for this too. It was Loki’s magic infecting the planet. It was Loki who had stopped paying attention to the flares. It was Loki who was the source of all of this.
Loki placed his elbows on the altar and held his head in his hands.
What had he done?
His carelessness caused the flares to act up again. They were poisoning people who were close to you and causing them to be hurtful or malicious towards you. This was all because of Loki. If he had never gone to Midgard, if he had never met you, this wouldn’t be happening. You wouldn’t have been put in danger. Knowing Gretchen, you might still be in danger.
Loki could not heal whatever was going on. He could use the Livets Blomst but the flares would only come back, and even if he did try to answer prayers to stop them, that was no guarantee that it would work. And then, he’d be without the precious flower. Kassandra would not - no, could not - just give him another one. He needed that flower around to protect you.
Loki needed to protect you.
As long as he was around, you were in danger. His mere presence radiated magical currents that were causing havoc around you. This, he needed to save you from.
He knew what he had to do.
Loki wiped his tears as he stood up from his seat at the altar. He took some deep, calming breaths to soothe himself. Then, he stoically walked out of his temple. He took a look at the twinkling Asgardian sky and tapped into his magic. He located the pendant and with a blink of his eyes, he was at your bedside.
Loki felt tears welling in his eyes once again as he stared down at you, your face soft and pliant from sleep. You were curled against your pillow, arms wrapped snugly around it. That was how you held him when you slept and he was sure your unconscious mind believed that pillow was him. Loki sat on the side of the bed and stroked your hair as you let out those terrible gargling snores that he had come to love.
He loved you. He loved you more than anything.
Loki watched you for a few minutes, his heart pounding in his chest with every second that passed. He admired every little feature you had - the curve of your jaw, the bow of your brow, the way your nose twitched when you snored. He looked at your ears - small for ears, he was sure. He ran his fingers along your neck and over your collarbones. Your lips, pink and slightly chapped, were parted as you blew out puffs of air and he wanted to kiss them badly.
You were beautiful. You were so beautiful. Nothing in the realms would ever be as beautiful as you. Not the sunsets on Asgard nor the forests on Alfheim or the stars on Jotunheim. Nothing could compare to your laugh, your smile, the twinkle in your eyes, the blush on your cheeks when he told you he loved you. You had painted him, you had shown him what you saw him as. He wished he could do the same for you. Loki wished he could depict you in such a way that you understood how beautiful you were and how much you meant to him.
Loki was normally good with words, but when it came to you, he found his tongue often cut from his mouth. You made his mind slow and his thoughts fuzzy from all of the emotion he felt around you. Therefore, Loki used his body. He used his body to navigate yours and prove to you how badly he wanted you, craved you, needed you. He feared that need would never go away, not now. Not after loving you for so long.
If Loki closed his eyes, he could see a future with you - children, marriage, living on Asgard. He wanted to bring you there, but with Odin still lurking around, it would not be safe for you. He would be removing you from one dangerous realm to an even more dangerous one. No, that wouldn’t work.
Loki looked closer at you as he blinked tears away from his eyes, making sure his face remained dry. He magically removed his clothing, leaving himself only in a thin pair of silk pants. He ran his hand down to your arm and he began shaking you, rousing you gently from the sleeping spell you were under. Your snores began to fade away as you were brought higher towards consciousness. You groaned and buried your head deeper into the pillow. Loki sighed and shook you a bit more. You whined and opened your eyes.
“Loki?” you asked groggily. “What time is it?”
“It’s very late, pet,” Loki whispered, trying to hide the emotion in his voice. “Or very early, depending on how you look at it.”
“Then why did you wake me?” you asked, turning onto your back to look at Loki. Loki smiled softly as he ran his hands along your nude body, mostly covered by the warm blanket you had wrapped over you. You rubbed your eyes and yawned. “Is everything okay?”
“I missed talking to you,” Loki said softly.
“Aww, Loki,” you cooed, your voice a bit clearer and your mind more awake. You sat up and cupped his cheeks. Loki shut his eyes and nuzzled into your touch. He felt your thumbs swipe along his cheekbones and he smiled. You giggled as you stroked him. “Are you sure you’re not the pet?”
“Mmm, if you keep holding me like this, I might be,” Loki laughed. He opened his eyes and placed his hands over yours. He moved your hands in front of his lips and kissed them softly. “Did you have any sweet dreams?”
“None unfortunately,” you sighed. “Did you?”
“I didn’t sleep,” Loki admitted, his face hardening a bit.
“Why not?” you whispered, scooting closer to Loki.
“I wasn’t tired,” Loki said dismissively. He smiled suddenly and began pulling the blanket off of you. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
You rolled your eyes playfully as Loki began running his hands up your bare thighs. When he reached your cunt, you hissed and slid away.
“Sorry. I’m just sore,” you bashfully stated.
“Let me take care of that,” Loki whispered.
“I don’t know, Loki, it really hurts -”
“Please,” Loki begged, his voice becoming heavy with emotion. His lower lip trembled as he swallowed the lump that had grown in his throat. “Please, let me have you. I’ll be gentle.”
“Loki -”
“I need you, darling. Please...please don’t deprive me of you,” Loki whispered. He settled himself between your legs and crawled over you until you were laying on your back. He stroked one hand down your waist and held himself above you with the other. Then, he leaned down and connected his lips to yours. He soaked his need for you into your lips, hoping you could feel his desperation. He needed to have you. He would do anything for it. By the time he pulled away, you were panting and your eyes were wide. Loki kissed your cheek before resting his forehead against yours. “Please, my love.”
“Loki...take me,” you gasped, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pressing your mouth to his again. This time, you kissed him back with more vigor, perhaps even more vigor than Loki was kissing you with. Your hands tangled in his hair as you pulled his body down to rest directly on top of yours. You whined when his chest brushed your sore nipples, still reddened and stretched out from all of Loki’s toying with them earlier. Loki cooed into your mouth before pulling back, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“My poor pet, are you sore?” Loki whispered, dragging one hand up to cup your breasts. You moaned but nodded, a pout on your lips. Loki clicked his tongue before kissing your neck. “Let me take care of you, kitten.”
Loki slid down and lined his lips up with your nipples. He blew cool air over your left nipple before gently taking it in his mouth. You gasped, your hands locked in his hair as he tenderly lapped at your nipple. He barely sucked at all, just warmed the bud with the heat of his mouth. His tongue drew circles over it, magically soothing the ache in them.
Loki’s other hand was busy stroking the insides of your thighs, relaxing your body. He transferred his mouth over to your other nipple, moaning as he tasted you. He always loved the taste of your skin, no matter which part of you he was lavishing with his mouth. Your whimpers filled his ears and with a small suck, you were pushing your breasts into his touch. You spread your legs and as Loki swept his palm up towards your cunt, he could feel the heat of your arousal.
“Master…” you sighed, tugging at Loki’s hair. “Come up here. Kiss me again.”
Loki stretched up and connected his lips to yours, gingerly licking into your mouth. He felt it again, tears pooling in his eyes as he kissed you. He loved having his mouth pressed to yours. Every time Loki kissed you, he was able to physically feel your love for him, something he was amazed he did not feel prior to you admitting your feelings for him. When you kissed him, he felt safe, assured, desired. Every mistake he had made, every life he had taken, every time he had fallen farther from grace - it didn’t matter. You loved him fiercely.
It made tonight all the more difficult.
Loki held his tears back as he kissed you, his hand finally cupping your pussy. You moaned his name into his mouth, a weak cry that had Loki’s cock hardening. He loved doing this to you, bringing you to whines and whispers and whimpers. It was poetic, really, that he could bring someone to such a loss of words that only his name remained in your vocabulary. He had brought many beings to such a state before with his mouth, his hands, his cock, but you were the only one that affected him like this. He wanted your gasps ingrained into his mind forever.
“I love you,” Loki whispered, resting his forehead against yours. His fingers teased your wet slit and you moaned, your mouth reaching up to brush your lips against his. He tasted your moans on his mouth and he licked his lips greedily. Your noses brushed and he looked deep into your eyes. “I will always love you, never forget that.”
“I love you t - oh! Loki!” you moaned as Loki slid a single finger inside of you. Your face contorted a bit and Loki kissed the side of your mouth. Whimpering, you reached into his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking him in time with the gentle thrust of his finger.
“That’s it, pet. You’re doing so good,” Loki whispered, moving his mouth down to kiss your neck. He rocked his cock into your hand as he teased you with his finger. Your legs spread wider as you gushed around his finger, the pain in your cunt easing away with every curl of his finger.
“Loki...more...harder…” you whimpered, pushing down against him.
“No, sweet. I want to take my time with you,” Loki said softly before sucking a bruise into your neck. “I want to make love to you tonight.”
“Oh gods,” you cried, a shiver rolling down your spine at his sincerity. Loki lifted his head and looked into your eyes. He suppressed a moan as you twisted your wrist while pumping his cock. He removed his pants with magic, giving you more access to his body.
“You are so beautiful,” Loki whispered. “I love it when you say my name. It’s like a prayer falling from your sweet lips.”
“Loki,” you moaned, tossing your head back as he slowly inserted a second finger inside of your body. He curled them and rubbed them against your spongy walls. Your hand was frozen on his cock as he touched you intimately. “I love you, Loki.”
“Good girl. Such a good girl for me,” Loki grunted. “I need to taste that delicious pussy of yours.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, Loki began kissing his way down your body. Taking the time to lavish every inch of your skin with his mouth. He wanted the taste of you burned onto his tongue. With every kiss, he whispered to you about your beauty, how alluring you were, how much he wanted you. By the time he reached your cunt, you were soaking wet and trembling, begging him to put his mouth on you.
Loki settled between your legs and tossed your thighs over his shoulders. He winked at you before slowly running his tongue along your wet seam, even teasing the tip of it around his fingers. He pumped his fingers as he kissed your clit, sucking on it with looser lips than usual. He wanted to be gentle tonight. He wanted to pour his love into this. He wanted you to feel how much you meant for him, how much you would always mean to him.
“Oh, Loki, please,” you moaned, one hand stretching down to grab his hair while the other stayed fisted in the sheets beside you. Loki rubbed his free hand along your thigh as he watched your body writhe and wiggle around. The moonlight streaked in from the window and danced across your skin, illuminating you like a goddess. Your body moved with the grace of someone being granted maximum pleasure and Loki basked in it.
“You taste so good,” Loki groaned, soaking up your juices with his tongue. He bucked against the bed, attempting to seek some form of relief for his aching cock. “I don’t want you to wait to cum. Cum as many times as you want to. I want you to feel so good, baby.”
There many have been other reasons he wanted you to cum so many times as well, but he didn’t have the strength to admit them.
“Master! Oh, thank you, Master,” you whimpered as Loki went back to pleasuring you. He moved in slow, tantalizing, graceful movements that had you seeing stars. Loki’s mouth felt so good on you and you could practically feel electricity climbing up your spine. You held onto his hair tighter and he moaned. The vibrations from his groaning tickled your clit and without any warning, you came.
“Yes, pet. Good girl. Cum for me,” Loki cooed, coaxing you through your orgasm with the skill of his fingers. He could tell that the pain in your cunt had subsided, at least for now. He was sure you were going to feel it again once he actually fucked you. He just wanted to warm you up for now and get your body nice and loose.
Even after you came, Loki continued to devour your pussy. He kept moaning into you, dragging his tongue in tight shapes along your clit. His fingers curled inside of you, pumping and coaxing orgasm after orgasm from your body. The taste of you, the sound of you, was so erotic that Loki wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to stop drinking your sweet nectar. His cock was leaking onto the bed, and in his mind, every drop of cum - precum or exact finish - was wasted unless it was being deposited inside of you somehow. With that though, Loki lifted himself above you after pulling five orgasms from you.
“Fuck,” you gasped, grabbing Loki’s arm and pulling him up against you. You kissed him until Loki was practically dizzy. He could hear you moaning as you tasted yourself on his slick mouth. As you kissed him, Loki continued to slowly work his fingers in and out of you. Your body was hot and relaxed, perfectly willing to accept his cock.
“I’m going to fuck you now, little one,” Loki whispered, maneuvering himself so his cock was even with your cunt. He pulled his fingers from you - which you promptly whined at - and began stroking himself, smearing your juices along his hard cock. Loki groaned and as he looked into your eager eyes, he lined his cock up with your hole and slowly pushed in.
“M-Master,” you stuttered.
Loki hushed you, two fingers playing with your clit and one hand cupping your cheek. “I know it hurts a bit, baby. Hang in there for me.”
As Loki pushed himself inside of you, he was overcome with a feeling of nostalgia. Your slightly twisted face, the amazement of your eyes, the way you two were intertwined - it was precisely like the first night you were together. Except this time, you two were in love. You wore Loki’s pendant and you were much more confident and sure of yourself now. Loki stroked your cheek as he bottomed out and let out a gentle laugh.
“What’s so funny?” you giggled, cheeks lit up with a blush.
“I’m just remembering the first time I ever made love to you,” Loki whispered, brushing some hair away from your face. “You were so afraid of me when I first showed up in your room.”
“And you wouldn’t be afraid of a tall, dark, intimidating man appearing in your room?” you asked with a lifted eyebrow.
“You have a point,” Loki chuckled. He bent his head to kiss you tenderly, intimately. Then, he pulled his cock out until only the tip remained inside of you. He whispered your name as he pushed himself back inside with a swift, deep, but slow thrust.
“Loki...oh fuck…” you gasped as he began fucking you with carefully paced thrusts. When he said he was going to make love to you, he meant it. He would ensure all of his love was put inside of your body after tonight. He wanted you to hold onto it, to remember that love, to cherish it until the end of your days.
“You are so gorgeous,” Loki whispered, kissing your neck as he made love to you. “I am so honored to be yours, beloved. You are the most important person in the universe to me. I am nothing without you.”
“My life is so much better because of you. You are my one true love. You are everything to me,” you said, your voice trembling. Loki lifted his head and watched tears form in your eyes. For a moment, he was terrified that you knew what was happening. But then, you reached up and cupped his cheek. “One day I’m going to be your wife.”
Loki’s heart panged and he sucked in a deep breath. He thrusted his hips a bit harder and you moaned, tossing your head back. Loki took advantage of your distraction to kiss your breasts again and lavish your nipples with divine attention.
“Let me hold you, sweet,” Loki begged, his hands searching for yours. You rested your hands beside your head and Loki held onto them, entangling his fingers with yours. He squeezed your hands as he rocked into you, his eyes never leaving your face. He bit the inside of his lip, trying to contain the emotion inside of himself.
He loved you. This was too hard. He couldn’t do it.
He had to.
“I love you, Loki,” you said, tears finally falling from your eyes. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, pet,” Loki said, swooping down to kiss you briefly. “I will never stop loving you, no matter what.”
Words were escaping Loki. He couldn’t process what he was feeling as he fucked you. With the way you were squeezing his cock and moaning his name, he could not explain how he felt. He showed it, instead. He showed it to you in every thrust, every grunt, every squeeze of your hands. And you, with all of your care and beauty, showed it right back. You rocked against him, arched your back, cried out for him, and begged him to give you everything he had. He did, he gave you the world.
He wished he was able to give you more.
“Loki...Loki, I need to cum,” you whispered.
“Cum for me, then cum again, and again...never stop cumming for me,” Loki purred, releasing one of your hands to play with your clit. Your legs spasmed as with a shake, you lifted them and rested them over Loki’s shoulders. Loki moaned as his cock slipped even deeper into you, your heated cunt squeezing him tightly. “Fuck, that’s my good girl. You’ll always be my good girl.”
“Even when I misbehave?”
“Especially then.”
You laughed but it was quickly cut off into a moan as Loki pressed his fingers against your clit. Then with wide, moonlit eyes, you came. You clamped down around Loki’s cock and came powerfully, your orgasm forcing your body to freeze with pleasure. Loki continued to fuck you through it, and then kept going through another orgasm after that. He wanted you to remember this pleasure, to remember what only he could do to you.
By the time your next orgasm was approaching, you were crying again, tears streaking along your face. Loki was kissing your tears away, capturing the salty liquid with his tongue. You curled yourself into him, your body extremely sensitive but in desperate need to release one more time.
“Loki...Master...cum with me. Cum with me this time.” You squeezed his hand and reached up to press your forehead to his. “Please, Master.”
“Gods, yes,” Loki moaned. However, he didn’t want this to end. Once this ended...no, he didn’t want to think about it. Instead, he thrusted a bit harder, a bit deeper, with a bit more intensity. His fingers played with your clit and as you came, he buried himself to the hilt and shot his release into you. “Fuck! Oh, good girl.”
“Master,” you moaned, the heat of his cum soaking inside of you. Loki pumped himself slowly, letting every drop of his cum release inside of you. He kissed you softly, his lips moving against yours gingerly. When he pulled away, you were smiling deviously. “What is it, kitten?”
“Do you remember what else happened the first night we were together?” you asked.
Loki’s eyes widened in recognition. You pushed yourself off of Loki’s cock and with some impressive bending, you managed to flip Loki onto his back. You took his cock in your hand and with a wink, you wrapped your lips around him. Loki moaned loudly, your name shouted to the ceiling as he watched you suck him off.
“There’s something different about this time, though,” Loki growled. He grasped your head and held you down on his cock while he fucked your face. “You’re going to drink every drop of my cum.”
With that, Loki shot his second load into your mouth. You moaned, your eyes locked with Loki as you drank it all down. Once he finished cumming, you lifted yourself off of his cock and licked your lips teasingly.
“Thank you, Master,” you whispered. You ran your finger along your lip and giggled. “I love you.”
Loki broke down. He sat up and pulled you into his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your hair. You sat there hesitantly but quickly placed your arms around Loki’s neck. He cried silently into your hair, hoping you didn’t realize what was happening.
But of course, you did.
“Loki?” you whispered, rubbing his back. “What’s going on?”
“I...I just love you so very much,” Loki said softly, keeping his eyes squeezed shut.
“I love you too,” you murmured, closing your eyes and nuzzling yourself into his neck. You kissed his throat and smiled. “You mean the world to me, and then some.”
Loki laughed quietly as he let his tears dry. He cleared his throat before lifting his head. You lifted your head and Loki smiled down at you, reaching up to cup your cheek.
“Out of all the Nine Realms, I only mean one world to you?” Loki asked.
“I said and then some!” you protested, swatting Loki’s bicep.
He chuckled and hugged you tighter. “Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?”
“I think so,” you uttered quietly.
“I should tell you more often. They are the most unique, gorgeous color I have ever seen. I don’t think it could ever be replicated,” Loki murmured, stroking the pouch under your eye with his thumb.
“A lot of people have this eye color,” you objected.
“No, they don’t. This color...it is purely yours,” Loki said. He dragged his thumb down to your lips and brushed over them. “And these lips - so soft, even when they’re chapped. You used to bite them a lot more than you do now. I’m glad we broke that habit. And this little nose -” Loki poked it with the pad of his thumb. “I love it. You scrunch it up when you concentrate. It’s adorable, quite frankly.”
“Loki -”
“Hush, pet. Let me admire you.” Loki began trailing his fingers all across your face as he took a good, longing look at you. “This hair, I love tugging it when you suck my cock or as I fuck you from behind - ah! And these cheeks. I love it when they get all red and flustered. It’s so endearing. This flush goes all the way down to your chest.” Loki brushed his fingers over your collarbones and paused when he looked at your pendant. “So beautiful.”
“I’m not the only beautiful one.” You cupped Loki’s throat, your hands on either side of his neck. “You are so beautiful, Loki. I’m so lucky to be able to call you mine. You are actually perfect, I’m sure of it.”
“I’m not,” Loki muttered. “Don’t believe that I am perfect. I’m not.”
“You are,” you said, but Loki placed his finger against your lips.
“Lay with me?” he asked. You nodded and Loki maneuvered you so he was laying on his back and you were curled into his side. He stared up at the ceiling as he ran his fingers along your smooth back. You yawned and nuzzled into him. He looked down at you and smiled softly. “You should sleep.”
“Don’t want to. I like talking to you,” you said.
“I just made you cum several times, pet. You’re going to be feeling the effects of that exertion quite soon,” Loki chuckled. He kissed the top of your head. He placed two fingers beneath your chin and tilted your head up. “But...before you fall asleep, kiss me one more time.”
“Gladly,” you said, stretching up and kissing Loki. He sighed, holding you closer as he kissed you. It felt so right to kiss you, hold you, touch you. When you pulled back, your eyes were heavy and you let out a yawn. You rested your head back on Loki’s chest and he stayed quiet for a few moments.
“Sweetheart?”
“Yes, Loki?”
“Could you tell me you love me again? Please?”
“I love you, Loki. I love you more than anything.”
Loki blinked the tears out of his eyes. “I love you too, pet. Never forget that.”
Loki laid there until you fell asleep, your snores filling the room once again. He listened to the sound of you snoring, something he once hated, and found it brought him so much comfort. He cried quietly, not wanting to wake you up. He didn’t want to do this, but there was no other choice. Carefully, Loki slipped out of bed. He pulled the blankets up and around you and watched as you nestled deeper into them. He stroked a hand over your hair before straightening his back.
Waving his hand, Loki summoned his leathers and armor back onto his body. Then, he reached up and tore his flag from the wall. He tucked it into a pocket of subspace. Silently, Loki walked through the rest of the room and removed any evidence of his presence. He exited your bedroom swiftly and did the same to the rest of the home. Any clothing, books, treasures he left behind were collected and removed with magic.
When Loki got to the kitchen, he paused and stared at the Livets Blomst. That, he would leave. His job was to protect you, and he was doing just that. The Livets Blomst would protect you if you ever needed it. However, he put an enchantment over it so it was invisible. If you were to ever need it, it would magically appear for you. But until then, if then should ever occur, you would never see it. Loki rummaged through your drawers and found the deed to the apartment. It was signed on for two years, which Loki had paid in full.
In two years, you would be okay. You would be able to afford paying for things on your own with your art. You were going places with that, after all. So many clients were lining up for your work slowly and steadily. Maybe even then, you would have someone new to take care of you. Swallowing the hatred of that thought, Loki tucked the deed back into the drawer and walked back to your room. He carefully crept past Cooper, who was curled up and sleeping at the door. His thick, long fur moved slightly with his breathing, indicating that he wasn’t even aware of Loki’s presence. Loki managed to get back into your room without waking Cooper or you up.
Loki knelt beside the bed and took one last look at your face - beautiful, passive, completely unaware. Tears streaked down his face as he reached out for you. He brushed his fingers along your soft cheeks, no longer filled with that lovely blush. His heart ached but there was no other way, no other solution, no other fix.
Carefully, Loki leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. As he did that, his fingers grasped the pendant. With a swirl of magic, the chain of the pendant unclasped and the necklace fell into his palms. Loki lifted himself back up and looked down at the pendant, removed from your neck for the first time since he gave it to you. He clutched it tightly as he turned back to face you.
You were still sleeping. Loki wiped his tears and briefly considered wiping your memory. However, if he did that, all the progress you had made into growing, becoming more confident and independent would be flushed away as well. He couldn’t let you revert back to who you once were before him. No, you would unfortunately have to suffer. But Loki was confident that you would move on one day. You would have to. After all, he would no longer be around to keep you tethered to him.
Loki knew that he was the problem. He was the reason for the flares. If he wasn’t on Midgard, the flares would not be happening. His magic was creating it and therefore, he had to be the one to fix it. He had to leave. That was the only way Midgard would heal. He would answer prayers from afar so his presence could not cause any more flare ups. Without his presence, his followers would not be spiteful and jealous. Gretchen would not be spiteful and jealous. His magic would fade from her and she would be the friend you once had. He did not want her to get to the point that Michael had and the only way to fix that was by disappearing.
He was the direct cause of what was happening and you were paying the price for it. Odin had warned him of this vaguely and now it was all coming true. There was no way to take care of this problem and still be here with you. Removing himself would remove the chances of the flares from ever returning. The only solution was to leave and never return. Then, and only then, would you be safe. And all Loki wanted - all he needed - was for you to be safe. Loki briefly considered wiping Gretchen’s memories, but as he saw with Michael, wiping memories did not remove his essence from her. And then, he considered killing her. But if he had to leave and she was found dead, you would truly be alone. Gretchen could be healed, in time, and until then, at least she was supplying you with money to keep yourself and Cooper fed. It was ironic that she, of all people, was now taking care of you, in a sense.
It should be Loki taking care of you. But he couldn’t do that here. The best way to take care of you was to leave, fix the flares, heal your friend, and stay away so you never had to deal with this again.
He did not want to leave but he had to. It was why he needed to make love to you one last time tonight. He needed to keep your memory ingrained in his mind, the feel of you, the taste of you, the way you spoke his name. Loki had to have you once more before leaving for good. By taking your pendant, it cut off your way to reaching him. He could still hear you, a whisper in the wind if he was listening just like he was that first night he heard you. But without the pendant, it wouldn’t sound as if you were there. It would cut him off from you, as it would cut you off from him. He couldn’t be tempted to come back and you wouldn’t hold onto it with hope of his return. Loki knew he would never return. You had to let go of him and stripping his existence from your home was the only way to begin that process.
Standing up slowly, Loki took one last look at you. “I love you, pet. I wish things could have been different for us. I wish I could have been better for you. I will miss you more than anything, but you will be safer this way, I promise.”
He shut his eyes and let a single tear fall down onto the ground. Shaking his head mutely, he transported himself onto the sidewalk.
Without looking back at your building, Loki called for the Bifrost and returned home.
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Chapter 31: It’s Hard For Me To Go Home And Be So Lonely
Summary:
When you wake up, something doesn’t feel right. Maybe that’s because nothing is right, and you’ll soon find that out.
TW: Alcohol abuse, depression
Notes:
Happy Friday!! Are you...haha...are you, uh, still with me here?? Have you put your pitch forks down?? Am I safe?? Maybe, maybe not, oh well - HERE WE GO! The aftermath of last week's...hehe...wonderful chapter!
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!!
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Chapter Text
The first thing Loki saw when returning to Asgard was Heimdall staring down at him.
Well, he saw a few Heimdall’s, actually. But that was mainly from the tears in his eyes causing his vision to be skewed.
Loki attempted not to make eye contact as he walked past Heimdall, his step devoid of his usual cocky swagger. His shoulders were slumped and his heart felt cold, colder than the chill of Jotunheim. Nothing felt right anymore. Not when he had left you for good.
Go back to her! Go back you blubbering fool!
No. It’s better this way. She’s safe this way.
Heimdall’s golden eyes followed Loki as he trailed past him and he let out a hum. “Good morning, my Prince. It has been a while since you’ve returned home.”
“Heimdall.” Loki nodded, keeping his voice low. He was nearly out of the dome when Heimdall turned around and cleared his throat.
“How are you, Loki?” he asked.
“Just fine,” Loki grumbled, really not in the mood for small talk at the moment. All he wanted was to go back to his chambers and collapse into bed. He wanted to dream of you, of your body, of your love. He wanted to dream of all the things he could no longer have. Heimdall, apparently, did not catch the hint of Loki’s displeasure for conversation because after a short pause, he spoke once again.
“And how is your mortal?”
Loki froze, his body stiff as he stood at the edge of the golden observatory. He took a deep breath in, trying to relax himself. More tears blurred his vision as he thought about you - laying in bed, sleeping, still unaware that he had left you.
And then, he felt anger. Burning, hot anger. Anger from what he had done, anger because he could not fix what went wrong, anger because he met you. Anger because he fell for you. Anger because you made him soft and warm and able to be broken. Anger because he still loved you and he could not have you.
Slowly, Loki turned around, a single finger raised in the air. His eyes were red from his tears and his face was pale. He stared at Heimdall as his lips curled into a sneer.
“Do not mention her ever again,” Loki hissed.
Heimdall blanched, his normally stoic face actually contorted into something similar to fear. “But isn’t she your -”
“No,” Loki snapped. “She is not mine. Not anymore.”
“Loki,” Heimdall whispered, his voice softer than Loki had ever heard it. He took a step down from his dais, one hand held outwards. “What happened?”
“I left her,” Loki said. He rolled his eyes and laughed once cynically. “She...she was not worth the trouble. I lost all forms of affection for her.”
“My Prince -”
“How could I ever love a mortal?” Loki spat, shaking his head and turning away. “How could I?”
“Loki, you must tell me what is going on. You’ve been head over heels for this woman! So much so that you have abandoned Asgard to be with her. This is so sudden of a change,” Heimdall objected.
“Enough!” Loki shouted, tears falling down his face. He scrubbed them away with the heel of his hand, thankful he was not facing Heimdall. “Things change, Heimdall. Things change and we cannot stop them from changing no matter how hard we try. Some things just cannot be fixed and we will pay the price for that.”
“What are you talking about?” Heimdall asked.
“Don’t you have a job to do, oh Great Guardian?” Loki hissed, whipping around and jabbing a finger at Heimdall. Heimdall’s nostrils flared as Loki pointed up to the dais. “I’m sure my brother, the King in standing, would not appreciate such negligence on your part.”
Heimdall straightened his back and nodded. “Very well, Prince Loki. If you change your mind and choose to tell me the truth of what occurred on Midgard, you can come seek me out whenever, Liar God.”
Loki’s nostrils flared at the bluntness of Heimdall’s statement. Growling, Loki turned around and stormed down the Bifrost. As he made his way through the city, he could see the way the people shrunk away from him as he passed by. They could feel his anger and his sorrow, the darkness of his heart shadowing over their land. But Loki did not care. All he cared about was nursing the ache in his heart.
By the time he reached his room, there were numerous attempts by the guards to flag Loki down. He brushed past them, having no desire to converse with them or follow their requests. He was the crowned Prince of Asgard and he did not have to obey their wishes. Loki slammed his door behind him so viciously that the nearest furniture trembled from the vibrations of it. He magically sealed the door so no one would be able to enter his chambers, giving him the blissful silence he needed.
The first thing Loki did was fetch some of his liquor, pour himself a glass, and down it in one gulp. The burn of the alcohol gave him a different sort of pain to focus on and he gladly welcomed a second, third, and fourth glass.
On his fifth glass, Loki finally calmed down enough to sit down and collect himself. He took some deep, steadying breaths and shut his eyes. But when he closed them, all he saw was you. His heart hurt and he placed a hand over his chest to try and stop its throbbing. Fuck, he missed you already. He missed you so much.
It didn’t really hit Loki what he had done until he finished the rest of his drink. You were gone for good, abandoned on Midgard without any sort of protection from him. Well, you had the Livets Blomst and he told you what it was meant for at some point, but...but it wasn’t the same as him. Loki held his head in his hands and rocked back and forth, his breathing heavy and labored.
He needed another drink.
Loki poured a sixth glass, and while he was far from drunk, his body was at least getting numb. That was what he needed. He needed to forget the way you made him feel. He needed to let go of that love, that tenderness, that devotion. He needed to set you free into the world. You would be okay...wouldn’t you?
You would find love again. You were a beautiful person with a keen mind. You were funny, gentle, but full of a lively fire at the same time. Beyond that, you had the sexual prowess of a temptress now - which Loki admitted with a stubbornly rising cock. He was proud of what you became - his good little girl.
No. Not his good girl. Not anymore. You weren’t his.
Loki’s hand trembled as he brought the glass to his lips. He pictured you in the arms of another lover, kneeling before them, kissing them softly, spreading your legs for them. He imagined you curling into them in the middle of the night, your snores leaving your lips as your eyelashes fluttered from your dreams. Whoever found you next, he hoped that they loved you the way Loki did because a love like that could not be broken.
He would know, he was suffering from that brokenness. Loki felt...shattered. It was as if someone reached into his chest and pulled his heart out, digging their claws into the soft, beating flesh. Loki knew that he would never stop loving you. He would never be able to move on in the way he hoped you would. You were the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He wanted to start a family with you. Now, he had set you free into the world. He took your pendant and lifted the claim he held over you. You were no longer his and he would never permit himself to consider you his again.
Loki was conflicted. He wanted to watch over you quietly. He wanted to make sure that you were living a happy, content life. But if he did that, he would be too drawn to you, too tempted to return back. Not to mention if you did find another lover, he would have to suffer seeing you with them, whoever they were. Loki was a strong man, but not strong enough to watch the woman he loved more than anything in this universe fall for someone else....marry someone else...start a family with someone else…
No! You’re mine! You belong to me! We were supposed to have children! We were supposed to get married!
No, not anymore. Loki, you must let her go…
I can’t…
I must.
Perhaps it was better this way. You were just a human and the prospect of living out his life with you was actually impossible. There was no confidence that your mortal body would be able to carry his children. He was three alien races, your body may not actually be able to take his seed. Not to mention that your lifespan was horrendously shorter than his. He would still be in his youth once you hit old age.
Loki set his lips into a tight, thin line. In a few decades, you would be dead. He would not have to worry about being sucked back into you. Everything would be okay then…
Loki suddenly burst into tears.
He did not want to live in a universe where you didn’t exist! He didn’t want to live without you at all! He knew that even after you passed, he would still yearn for you. He would still want to be with you. There was no way his heart could ever be passed onto someone else.
A flood of emotions were running inside of Loki. Loneliness, sadness, anger, resentment, love, love, love...Loki shot out of his seat and chucked his glass at the wall. It shattered into a thousand pieces. Loki fell to his knees and sobbed - loud, terrifying wails conveying how heartbroken he truly was.
He didn’t want to do this but he had to. Loki had to let you go. He had to set you free in order to give you a life of safety and comfort.
With tears still streaming down his cheeks, Loki crawled over to his bed and climbed up onto it. He curled into his pillow and let himself cry and feel what he needed to feel. Maybe allowing these emotions to run their course would help him move on.
There was a pounding on the door, followed by the distinct voice of his brother.
“Loki! Are you in there? Are you okay?” Thor asked. He tried to pull the door open but Loki’s enchantments kept it sealed. He knocked on the door again but Loki did not answer. “Loki, please let me in. Heimdall...he told me what you said. Please, brother, can we talk? You shouldn’t be alone right now.”
“I’ll always be alone, Thor,” Loki whispered. He stared down at his wet pillow and lifted his hand. He reached into a pocket of subspace and pulled out your pendant and the rose that smelled like you that he had taken from Kassandra’s garden the day he retrieved the Livets Blomst. He sniffed the petals and fresh tears came down his cheeks. It smelled exactly like you. Loki clutched the flower and pendant and held them against his chest.
Thor pulled at the door again. “Brother, please open the door. I want to help you.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t fix the world for you, pet. I’m sorry I was not good enough to keep you safe. I’m sorry...I’m sorry...I’m so fucking sorry…” Loki shut his eyes and inhaled the flower. “I deserve to be alone…”
*
When you woke up in the morning, something felt...off.
You didn’t know what it was but you didn’t exactly question it. You had gotten fucked quite brutally last night - and then quite lovingly in the middle of the night - and your body was still feeling the after effects of that. You chalked it up to the thorough usage your body had gone through.
Letting out a yawn, you stretched your limbs out and found yourself alone in bed. You reached behind you and felt that the sheets were cold, signaling Loki had not been in bed for a while. You honestly thought nothing of it. Many times you woke up to an empty bed but were quickly greeted by Loki preparing a decadent breakfast in the kitchen. You yawned once more before slowly swinging yourself out of bed. You curled your toes and shook out the sleepiness in your body before getting up and walking into the bathroom. You did your business and brushed your teeth. As you were cleaning your toothbrush, you looked into the mirror for the first time.
You screamed.
“What the fuck?!” you shouted, dropping the toothbrush and reaching up to feel your chest.
Your necklace was gone. You began hyperventilating as you clasped your throat. You didn’t feel right without that pendant on. It had been months since your body existed without that necklace on. You turned the sink off and looked around the floor, trying to convince yourself that it may have fallen off. When you couldn’t find it, you took a deep breath and shrugged on your robe.
“Okay, it’s fine. Everything is fine. It probably came off while you were sleeping,” you murmured to yourself. You stormed out of the bathroom and climbed onto the bed. You searched through the crumpled blankets and messed up pillows but the necklace was nowhere to be found. Tears stung your eyes and your lower lip began trembling. That necklace was not meant to be anywhere but your neck! This...this wasn’t right.
You sat down on your bed and held your head in your hands. You tried to reason to yourself that maybe Loki took it off to...clean it? Fix it? Redesign it? No, that didn’t make sense. Loki would never take that necklace off without your knowledge. It was his own commands that told you that you were to never take it off. Even he never wanted to take it off.
Fuck, what if you lost it? Loki would...well, he wouldn’t kill you. He would be mad though. Maybe? You weren’t sure. This was new territory. You didn’t want to think about it. Instead, you ran your fingers along your hair and took a few calming breaths.
“Brave up. Just go out there and tell him what happened,” you whispered. You looked up, prepared to get out of bed to confront Loki when your eyes caught something missing from your wall.
Loki’s flag.
“What...what the…” you gasped. You pressed your fingers to the bare wall as if to make sure the flag wasn’t actually there. You felt a pit forming in your stomach. First the pendant...now the flag...no...no…
You stormed out of your room and began searching the apartment. “Loki! Loki, where are you?”
You checked the kitchen, the living room, the small guest bathroom. He wasn’t anywhere to be found. When you started looking closer, you realized every trace of Loki’s existence was simply gone. His books, his clothing, even the doodles you had made of him that you left on the table. Tears were pouring down your face and just when you convinced yourself that maybe he had just gone downstairs to take Cooper on a walk, the dog lazily walked into the room.
“Cooper?” you choked out. Cooper tilted his head and immediately jogged over to you. You collapsed to the floor and held his head in your hands. “Have you seen Loki anywhere?”
Cooper grunted and actually shook his head back and forth. Your heart began pounding as you got up and bolted into your room. You searched everywhere for any sign of him, any proof that he was once here. All of his things were gone - even the fucking magic sex toy he gave you. Your apartment had been completely stripped of his existence and it made you feel sick.
You ran into the bathroom and checked for him - any part of him, really - in there. When you whipped back around to the mirror, you were at least reassured that his bruises were still left on your body. Your fingers brushed over them tentatively but even that couldn’t stop the sobs that threatened to leave your body.
When he was dealing with his head pains yesterday, you briefly remembered something he said to you in passing - It’s alright, sweet. There’s no need to worry. These things happen occasionally. It’s probably just because I’ve been away from Asgard for so long. That had to be it. He just had to go home to refuel.
But why would he take all of his things with him - all of your things of him, from him, for him?
“It’s fine. It’s okay. He just...he just went home for a bit. He’ll be back,” you said to yourself.
He didn’t come back.
You waited by the door for hours, feeling quite similar to how you felt when he disappeared and went to Alfheim without telling you. Maybe that was happening again...but you doubted it. At least that time, all traces of him were still in your home. His clothing, your necklace, Cooper’s collar.
You froze. Cooper’s collar.
“Coop!” you shouted. Cooper ran into the hallway and you sunk down to your knees. You turned his head to the side and flipped over his thick, fluffy fur around his neck and gasped. The collar was still there. Black, gold, and sparkling with emeralds - it was the perfect match to your missing necklace. Loki had gifted this collar to Cooper in the same way he gifted it to you. It would be a direct line to him.
Cooper whimpered and pawed at the ground as you clung to his collar. He nudged you with his nose, smearing your tears over your cheeks. You let out a sharp exhale and turned your gaze to the ceiling.
“Loki!” you belted out. You waited and when he didn’t come, you shouted his name again. “Loki! I need you! Come to me!”
But there was nothing. No answer. No chime. No sign that anyone had heard you.
Well, until the doorbell rang.
“Loki?” you whispered, jumping up and running to the door. You pulled it open and grimaced when you saw Gretchen there. Your shoulders sunk and you offered her a weak smile. “Hi, Gretchen.”
“You’re crying,” she said plainly. She stepped inside and cupped your cheeks. “Why are you crying?”
“It’s...it’s…” You shook your head and wrapped your arms around your body. You bit your lip and tried to stop more tears from spilling from your eyes. You pulled yourself out of Gretchen’s grip and walked into the living room. You sunk onto the couch and put your face into your hands.
“Honey, you have to tell me what’s going on here,” Gretchen said, following you into the living room and sitting down next to you. She rubbed your back with her palm and you began crying again, harsh sobs shaking your body. You cried for a few minutes before collecting yourself enough to speak.
“L-Loki...he’s gone,” you choked out. “I woke up and he was gone.”
“What?” she whispered, her eyes widening. “What do you mean he’s gone?”
“He’s gone, Gretchen! I don’t understand why!” you shouted, anger suddenly bubbling inside of you. “Everything was fine between us! Then I woke up and all of his stuff was gone. Even my fucking pendant is gone!”
“The pendant is gone?” Gretchen asked, reaching towards you. You nodded and she gazed down at your chest, completely devoid of the necklace. Gretchen exhaled slowly and pressed her lips into a tight line as she looked back up at you. “Do you know where he may have gone?”
“No,” you whispered. “He did this one other time but he never took any of his stuff with him. He was only gone for a few hours.”
“Maybe he’ll come back,” Gretchen said, squeezing your hand with encouragement. You wanted to believe her but you knew that wasn’t the case. Something was severely wrong. This wasn’t just him making a journey for the day. He had taken everything and left. Did something happen to him? Did Odin take him? You began hyperventilating again when something heavy hit you.
But...before you fall asleep, kiss me one more time
Could you tell me you love me again? Please?
I love you too, pet. Never forget that.
Loki had woken you up last night not just to fuck you but to say goodbye. His body language said it all. The crying, the trembling, the need to just be with you - he knew something was happening.
Loki knew he was going to leave you. He knew that he wasn’t coming back. He was having one last fill of you before disappearing.
“He’s not coming back,” you whispered, your hands trembling violently. “He made love to me last night and got extremely emotional. He knew he was going to leave.”
“Why would he do that?” Gretchen asked.
“I have no idea,” you admitted, your heart feeling completely numb. This didn’t make any sense. Loki loved you, he said it over and over again. He admired you like you were the greatest thing in the universe. Why would he do that if he was going to abandon you? You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard Gretchen sigh from beside you.
“Well, he didn’t say anything to me about leaving,” Gretchen murmured.
Your brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“He visited me last night,” she said with a shrug.
“What?” you said so softly that you weren’t sure she heard you. “He visited you? When?”
“Late last night. He just showed up in my apartment,” Gretchen sighed, shaking her head. “He was acting a bit strange, I’ll admit.”
“What do you mean by acting strange?” you questioned.
“He was very touchy. He mentioned something about not being able to resist temptation. Then he tried to touch me,” Gretchen said, her eyes soft and apologetic. “I’m not going to lie to you, I gave into him. He was very persuasive, calling himself...what was it...Master. I couldn’t help myself. After we were done, he disappeared. I came over here to apologize for it actually. I felt really guilty about the whole thing.”
There was a ringing in your ears as you listened to her story. That, no, that couldn’t be true. Loki...he wouldn’t...he promised...
But Gretchen was so tempting. She had been throwing herself at him for as long as she had been around. And how else would she know that Loki loved being called Master unless she actually experienced it? You surely never admitted that to her.
You grabbed your stomach, suddenly feeling sick with how terribly everything was lining up. Loki fucked you last night, then he went to Gretchen. He...he fucked her...then he came back to you. Did he make love to you as a sign of apology? Did he feel so guilty that he left?
Or did he realize that being with other women was better than being with you?
You didn’t want to believe her. Loki loved you. He said he wanted to marry you, have kids with you. He promised you that he would never leave and that he would protect you forever.
But he did leave. Which means he lied. Which means he could have lied about everything else.
No. That was not possible. The Loki you knew may have been the God of Lies but he wasn’t a liar, not to you. He wouldn’t hurt you like this. He was controlled, guided. He wouldn’t let someone else take him away from you. That man loved you and you knew it. He did not want Gretchen. He would never hurt you like that.
You straightened your back, sitting up higher. You shook your head and looked up at Gretchen, tears in your eyes.
“No,” you whispered in a watery voice. “No, I don’t believe you.”
“Honey, why would I lie to you?” She smiled sweetly.
“Because you love him,” you said. “You have tried to take him away from me ever since you started coming back around. But Loki loves me and he would not do that to me.”
“Really? Then why else would he leave?” Gretchen snapped.
“I don’t know but I do know he did not fuck you,” you said, lifting your chin. “If you want to prove he did then show me your neck.”
“What?” Gretchen scoffed.
“Show me your neck,” you demanded. “Loki would never leave a lover unmarked. He is far too possessive to not bruise you, especially if he wanted you as badly as you claim.”
“This is ridiculous!” Gretchen rolled her eyes. You shot up onto your feet and jabbed a finger out at Gretchen.
“No! What’s ridiculous is you trying to convince me that Loki slept with you! What would you even gain from that? Me giving up on him? Me just handing him over to you? No, Gretchen, I’m tired of this! I’m tired letting you walk all over me and trying to steal him away. He will never be yours!” you shouted.
“Well, he certainly isn’t yours either!” she yelled, standing up and grimacing at you. “He left your ass.”
“He’s coming back.”
“No, he isn’t, honey. He left you just like everyone else.” Gretchen took a step forward and grinned. “Just like your father...your mother...your friends...he’s gone.”
“Stop trying to hurt me, Gretchen,” you spat. “You think that hurting me will make you a better person than me but it’s over! You can’t hurt me anymore! Loki will never be yours!”
Gretchen grabbed your robe and pulled you forward so your face was close to hers. “We’ll see about that. He left you. He’s free game now. You’ll regret this. I’ll do anything to make him mine, just you wait and see.”
“He will never love you,” you whispered. Gretchen growled and pushed you backward so you fell onto the ground. She stepped over you and glared down at you, and for the first time in your life, you were terrified of your friend.
“You’re wrong. I know how to get him to come to me now. I know he hears my prayers. He’ll be back for me.” Gretchen paused and grinned wickedly, almost as if she was possessed. “I’ll see you soon, honey.”
Gretchen pulled herself up and flipped her hair over her shoulder. She made her way out from your apartment and slammed the door behind her. You curled up into a ball on the floor and began sobbing. Your head was pounding, none of this made sense. Cooper crawled over to you and you wrapped your hand around his collar.
“Loki, please,” you cried, clinging to the leather. You pulled it off of Cooper and held it to your chest, clutching it tightly. “Please, Loki, please come back. Don’t do this to me. Don’t leave me. I love you so much...please...don’t go…”
You waited all day for Loki and you even stayed up straight through the night, but he never returned. At some point, you put the collar back on Cooper, unable to hold the leather in your grasp any longer. You spent the next few days waiting at the door, desperately clinging to Cooper and calling for Loki, yet nothing happened. By the time a week passed, you had migrated to your bed, never leaving the comfort of your warm blankets. At least with the blankets draped over you, it felt like Loki was there.
Cooper stayed at your side the entire time. His steady heartbeat was comforting and honestly, you weren’t sure how you would get through this...whatever this was...without him. Many times during that week, you cried into his long fur and clung to his thick body. He would howl, no doubt trying to contact Loki, but he never showed up.
About two weeks after Loki left, you had finally given up hope that he was coming back. You had crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower for the first time in a few days. You felt lethargic and useless, your face drawn into a permanent scowl. As you turned on the shower, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were puffy from crying and your face was blotchy. Your hair was tangled and oily, but that wasn’t what caught your attention.
For the first time in months, there were no bruises on your skin.
“No...no…” you whispered, rubbing your hands along your skin. You turned around, trying to find some sort of evidence of Loki’s love on your body. But every bruise, every ache, every fingerprint had faded away and disappeared. You began sobbing, clinging to the counter and wailing your heart out.
He was gone. Loki was really gone. It had been two weeks since he left and there was no sign of him returning. What could have possibly gone wrong? He claimed to love you but clearly, he didn’t truly love you enough to stay. He had gotten sick of you, bored of you, and went to move onto the next submissive, willing pet. That was all you were to him. You were someone he could fuck and play with for a few months. He said that he loved you but it must have been a lie. You didn’t just abandon someone you loved. He had used you, you could see that now.
You stared at your reflection in the mirror and began shaking your head. You didn’t know what to believe. Could Gretchen have been right? Did he move on and fuck her? Did he make love to you that night as a quiet apology? Did he make love to you that night just to get one last fill of your cunt before swiftly moving on? Had he even been loyal this whole time? Was he fucking other people in the middle of the night when you went to sleep?
This was suddenly too much to handle - all of this confusion and debate. You missed Loki far too much and you were tired of waiting for him. With tears on your face, you stared at the ceiling.
“I can’t do this anymore, Loki. This needs to stop. I can’t play this waiting game. I’m done...I...red,” you said. “I’m calling red.”
Some part of you assumed that maybe, just maybe, that would end this. Maybe calling your safe word would bring him to you, but it didn’t. You were still cold and alone in your bathroom.
You whipped around and turned the shower off. You grabbed a robe and flung it on. Storming out of the bathroom, you found Cooper curled up in the living room.
“Up, boy,” you demanded. Cooper flinched at your tone but stood up. You knelt down and grabbed his collar. A bit rougher than intended, you slipped it off of him. Cooper barked when you got up and started walking into your bedroom. He barked and bit at your ankles. You turned around and held it out of reach when he tried to jump up and bite it. “No! Down!”
Cooper growled and your heart broke. Cooper never growled at you before. You felt hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you clutched the collar to your chest.
“No, Cooper. He’s not coming back. He’s gone! He left me! He’s not coming back!” you screamed. You fell down onto the ground and buried your face in the collar, the last piece of Loki that you could find. You cried, rocking back and forth as you hugged that thick strap of leather. “Loki, don’t do this to me. Come back to me. I need you! I love you!”
After a few minutes, you stared down at the collar. You brushed your fingers over the emeralds, wiping your tears from the glittering stones.
“But you don’t love me,” you whispered. “If you did, you would be here. You left me. You abandoned me. And now, I need to let you go.”
You stood up and walked over to your bookshelf. You began pulling books out from the top shelf and once there was a decent sized space, you shoved the collar into the back of the shelf. You wiped your tears away as you placed the books in front of the collar, hiding it from view. You couldn’t bring yourself to part from the collar completely. It was the only proof that Loki was ever here. But with it buried, you would not have to see it. Cooper wouldn’t be able to reach it.
“Goodbye, Loki,” you said softly, hugging your arms around your body. “I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough for you to stay.”
You turned back around and saw Cooper staring at you, his head low and his tail unmoving. You walked past him, pat his head, and proceeded to lock yourself in the bathroom.
You cried so hard that you fell asleep on the cold tile floor, tears still staining your cheeks and a burning in your heart.
*
Loki was drunk. It felt good.
He was laying in bed, one hand holding his - err...15th glass? Maybe. He didn’t fucking care anymore. He was holding his liquor in one hand while his other hand lazily palmed his cock through his trousers. He was staring at the ceiling as he pictured your beautiful face, lips wrapped around his cock. In his imagination, your naked body was bent over his as you sucked him off, ass up in the air while your wet pussy glistened. Gods, he always loved how wet and ready you were for him. Whenever he would touch you, you’d immediately spread your legs for him like the good girl you were.
Fuck. He really couldn’t get over you.
It had been three weeks since he left you and in that time, all he did was get drunk, masturbate, and cry. Loki never stopped thinking about you. He tried to stop - really, he did - but his heart was too set on you. He didn’t even leave his room, his body so weak from the heartache he felt. But this was his fault, his doing, and he deserved to suffer.
Three weeks ago, he had heard you call to him. He had shot up out of bed and looked around his room, practically swearing you were there. The pendant was still clasped in his hand so how the fuck could you be calling to him so loudly? It was then that Loki realized he forgot to take Cooper’s collar. He cried, sobbing loudly at the pain and fear in your voice. It hurt hearing you like that, but he knew it was because of him, he just hoped you would give up soon. He needed you to move on from him and be happy.
However, it took two weeks for you to stop calling to him. After he stopped hearing your voice, he wasn’t sure what to think. You had said goodbye to him and then...that was it. But before that, you had used your safeword - red. The word that was supposed to end the game, end whatever was happening. It was just a whisper, meaning you must not have been holding Cooper’s collar at the time, but he still heard it because it was you. He didn’t listen. He didn’t come to you even when you called red. Instead, he screamed - fury in his lungs and pain in his heart. And then after that, you were gone.
Loki destroyed half of his room that day because he was so conflicted. On one hand, you were moving forward with your life and letting go of him. That was what he wanted, right? But that also meant that he would never hear your sweet voice again. His connection to you was severed and due to his own faults, he would never hear you again.
But he didn’t stop hearing that bitch Gretchen, much to his stark disappointment. Every day, he heard her voice in his head, wailing and begging him to return to her. It was terribly frustrating. Luckily, though, the alcohol helped numb her screeching.
Needless to say, Loki was miserable. He hated Gretchen. He hated himself. He missed you. He loved you. He loved alcohol. He hated Heimdall.
Not that Heimdall did anything to him. He just hated that the bastard knew something was wrong. Fuck him.
There was a pounding on Loki’s door and Loki rolled his eyes. He removed his hand from his cock and lifted his glass to his lips. He went to take a sip but he spilled the drink all over himself.
“Ugh, fuck,” he grunted. Loki sat up and began running his hand through the drink on his chest. He licked at his hand. Might as well not let a single drop go to waste. But in his drunken haze, he messed up. He let his spell on his door slip ever so slightly, but it was enough for the locks to click open. The door burst open and Thor stormed inside.
“It’s about time!” he shouted.
“Ah, brother,” Loki said, waving his glass around. “So nice of you to join me. Would you like a drink?”
“You’re drunk,” Thor stated, his brows furrowed. Loki laughed and nodded, downing the rest of his drink that was leftover in his glass. “This is quite unlike you, brother.”
“I needed it, Thor. It tastes so good. It helps get the taste of her out of my mouth,” Loki sighed, stumbling out of bed and back over to his liquor cart. He didn’t mean to bring you up - nor the taste of your lips, tongue, and cunt - but he couldn’t stop picturing the way you would blush when he said a cad comment. Shaking his head, Loki uncapped another bottle. He went to pour the drink but Thor’s hand rested over his to stop him.
“Loki,” he whispered.
“Thor,” Loki laughed.
“What happened on Midgard?” Thor asked.
“I had a lot of sex, that’s what happened,” Loki snorted. He grabbed the drink and instead of pouring it into a glass, he just began drinking straight from the bottle. Thor growled and grabbed the bottle from Loki. He threw it across the room and smashed it against the wall. Loki gasped. “Hey!”
“Be serious with me, you bastard!” Thor shouted. He flipped the liquor cart over and sent all of the bottles crashing to the ground. They broke and the precious alcohol that Loki had become so reliant on spilled all over the floor.
“What the fuck, Thor?” Loki yelled.
Thor grabbed his shoulders and shook him. “What is going on with you? Tell me what happened on Midgard!”
“I fucked up, Thor!” Loki yelled. He was fuming, his nostrils flared and his throat dry. “I did something terrible!”
“What did you do?” Thor asked. Loki pulled himself out of his brother’s grip and collapsed into a chair. He held his head in his hands and sighed. Thor sat beside him and rested a tentative hand on his shoulder, which Loki promptly shoved off.
“I fell in love with her but I was bad for her,” Loki mumbled into his hands. “Remember those flares? I fixed them. But then they came back. I thought they weren’t a big deal but they were. They were causing the dark intentions inside of certain followers to expand and force them to act on those wishes. The flares were growing because I was on Midgard. The only way to make them go away was by leaving. So that’s what I did. I left. I left to protect her.”
“Oh, Loki,” Thor sighed, shaking his head.
“I didn’t know what else to do,” Loki whispered, tears brewing in his eyes. “I didn’t want to leave but I had to. I left in the middle of the night without even telling her. And I still love her so much. I just want to protect her. But in order to protect her, I had to leave, and leaving hurt her. I fucked up, Thor. This is all my fault.”
“You said you fixed them once though. Can you not do it again?” Thor asked.
Loki shook his head solemnly. “No. I used a pearl from the Livets Blomst to heal the flares.”
“You obtained a Livets Blomst?” Thor asked. “How?”
“Kassandra,” Loki explained bluntly.
“Why would she give you one?” Thor furrowed his brows and scratched his bearded chin. “She doesn’t give those away to just anyone.”
“I asked for it to protect my belo- her. She said she had a good feeling about her and she trusted her to have it, whatever that means. Kassandra never even met her when that happened,” Loki sighed. He sat back in the chair and stared up at the ceiling. Thor was giving him a contemplative look but he ignored it. “What I don’t understand is why Odin has not intervened. He was so stubborn in telling me about those flares months ago. What changed?”
“Odin has not had the chance to tell you because perhaps he has not noticed.” Thor leaned back in the seat as well and tossed his arms over the back of it. “Frigga has been keeping him very busy on Vanaheim.”
“How? They’ve been there for months,” Loki murmured, knitting his dark brows together and creasing his forehead in thought.
“I do not know. Heimdall said that every time they are almost ready to leave, Frigga finds another reason to prolong their visit. Considering I’m here protecting the throne, I am sure he has not yet found reason to halt her actions and return home anyway.” Thor paused and looked at his brother from the side of his eye. “She’s keeping him there for a reason, Loki. Something must be going on that we do not know about.”
“I do not have the energy to speak of conspiracies with you, Thor,” Loki sighed. Normally, he would love to theorize and figure out mysteries such as this. His witty, intelligent mind thrived off of happenings just as this. But now, Loki was feeling particularly tired and he needed another drink. He gestured to the door with a flat palm.
“What?” Thor asked.
“Leave.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”
“Brother -”
“I already told you what happened, Thor. I am tired of discussing this. I want to go to bed,” Loki grumbled. He stood from his seat and waved his hand. All of the shattered glass on the ground magically reformed into their original bottles, each one filling back up with their alcoholic contents. Loki poured himself a drink and took a generous sip. “Please go.”
“Loki, I really need to tell you something.” Thor stood and walked over to Loki. “I have a theory about -”
“No!” Loki shouted. “No theories! No supposings! I am heartbroken, Thor! I cannot handle this! I just left the woman I love - the woman I wanted to marry and have children with - and you want to sit here and discuss politics and such with me?”
“No, Loki, this isn’t about politics! It’s about -”
“Stop,” Loki growled, punching a finger against Thor’s chest. “I love you, brother. You know that I do. But right now, I need to be alone.”
Thor softened and wrapped his arms around Loki. He pulled him in for a hug.
“Brother, you may need to be alone physically right now, but you are never truly alone. I am here for you,” Thor murmured. Loki blinked in shock but tentatively wrapped his arms around Thor. “I am sorry that this is happening to you. I could tell you loved her from the moment you met her. You two were destined to be together, Loki.”
“No, we weren’t.”
“You were. I swear it,” Thor said, gripping Loki tighter. “Things will work out, you will see.”
“I appreciate the optimism, brother, but it is unnecessary. What I have done is final. I am not returning to her. I cannot put her in danger again,” Loki sighed. Thor began rubbing Loki’s back and suddenly, the floodgates opened again. He cried in his brother’s arms for hours, wishing for nothing more than it to be your arms he was wrapped in.
*
One month.
It had been one month since Loki left you.
It had been one month of not sleeping, barely eating, rarely showering, never going outside. One month of ignoring calls from clients - because how could you paint anything when you couldn’t even get out of bed? One month of sobbing, wailing into your pillow at night because everything hurt so badly. One month of getting your hopes up whenever you heard your window rattle or saw the light flicker. One month of always being crushed when you were still completely and utterly alone. One month of strangled cries for Loki that eventually died out, because now you could barely say his name anymore without your chest aching. One month of living in solitude. Even Gretchen stopped coming around, though you assumed that would happen. She really only came for Loki in the first place.
Your period came back about three weeks after he left. You had curled up in bed, clutching your stomach. You almost forgot what cramps felt like. But really, you sort of wished your period didn’t come back. The possibility of being pregnant with Loki’s child was at least a chance to still be connected to him. But your period came and went, and you were still without Loki or any part of him.
The only good part of your days came from Cooper. Your once lazy lump of a dog was doing everything in his power to make you feel better. He would cuddle up to you in bed or bring you books from your shelf. He’d carry toys into your bed that you would be able to use while you were laying down. One of your favorite games was tossing his ball while you were laying in bed and he would fetch it. He would even chase his tail sometimes or roll around on the ground just to entertain you.
The good thing about Cooper was he was smart. He had dragged his water bowl and his food into your room so you could fill his trays from bed. Miraculously, he had even learned how to get outside by himself to use the bathroom - something you were sure Loki taught him how to do.
But as fun as Cooper was, he wasn’t Loki. You hated that you were still so desperately in love with him even after he had left you without any rhyme or reason. But the love you held for him was so strong, so powerful, that you were sure it would never fade. It was an eternal love that no one could ever dream of replacing.
You missed everything about him. The worst part about all of this was that you were living in the apartment he bought for you. This was supposed to be your home with him. Because of that, you could never stop thinking about him. His laugh, his smile, his eyes, his hair, his body - fuck, you really missed his body. Several times you had woken up from wet dreams about Loki. You could never bring yourself the relief you needed because only Loki could make you feel good, could make you cum. And then, you’d begin crying because he wasn’t here and you wanted him to be there. You wanted those dreams to be real but they never were.
Loki was gone and you had not accepted it. You weren’t sure you ever could accept it.
If you were being honest, you welcomed the pain and the heartache. It was a reminder that you once had someone in your life worth being sad over. Sometimes you fell into periods of utter numbness where you couldn’t feel anything - happiness, sadness, fear, anger. It was like there was a void within you that any type of emotions were being sucked into and hidden from you. At least the pain gave you something to feel.
At the moment, you weren’t really sure what day it was, what time it was. You managed to shower yesterday but that was all you could do. You had been in bed since then, staring at your pillow with a face that was unreadable. You were thinking about Loki - again, when weren’t you, actually? Your arms were wrapped around yourself and you tried to imagine it was him. He always held you so tightly, as if he was guarding you from everything bad in the world. Several times throughout the night, you used to stir as his lips pressed to your shoulder or your head, a soft sigh leaving his lips before he cuddled closer to you. You swallowed a sob as you held yourself tighter. Cooper was on the floor playing with a chew toy that looked like a steak and you were thankful he didn’t notice the tears that were yet again threatening to spill down your cheeks.
You had just closed your eyes when you heard someone knock on the door. Your eyes opened as you sat up in bed. No one had come by your apartment in a month. For a minute, you thought you imagined the sound but then the knock came again. You looked down at Cooper and noticed his head was perked up at attention. Your heart began pounding and your palms grew sweaty.
Could...could that be Loki?
You jumped out of bed, shocked at the energy you suddenly had. You were still in a set of loose pajamas but you didn’t care. Bolting to the door, a smile grew on your face. You yanked the door open and when you saw who was on the other side, your smile fell.
“Gretchen?” you asked. “I...I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I know.” She shifted back and forth and adjusted the long trench coat she was wearing. “Can I come in?”
“I guess,” you murmured, still feeling awkward about being around Gretchen ever since your last encounter. You stepped to the side and Gretchen walked in. She looked around and you crossed your arms over your chest. “What, uh, what’s up?”
“How have you been, honey?” she asked. You narrowed your eyes when you looked at her face. It seemed...distant. Blank. You shrugged and sighed.
“Fine, I guess,” you lied. “How are you?”
“Has Loki been back?” Gretchen asked, ignoring your question. You winced but shook your head and looked away. You hadn’t actually heard someone else say his name in a month and hearing it again felt like a knife had been driven through your chest.
“No, he hasn’t,” you whispered. “Why?”
“Because he hasn’t come to see me again either,” she explained, a small smile on her lips. “I thought what we had was special…”
“What you had? With him?” you scoffed. “Gretchen, you didn’t have anything with him. He was...he was with me.”
“I know,” she whispered, pulling at the strap on her coat. “That’s why I’m here.”
“Gretchen, what’s going on?” you asked. Something felt so wrong about this situation. Her face was terrifying to you. It looked like she was possessed. All of the light and life in her eyes was gone, replaced with a blank stare and coldness. Gretchen grinned, her white teeth nearly glowing, and gestured to your room.
“Can you show me your dresses?” she asked almost too politely.
“Uh, alright,” you mumbled. You walked into your bedroom, Gretchen hot on your heels. You opened up your closet and Gretchen hummed. She reached inside and pulled out a white sundress.
“Yes, this will do,” Gretchen giggled. She held the dress up to your body and nodded. “Get changed.”
“Why?” you questioned nervously, your hands growing sweaty. Behind you, Cooper was nudging your leg and you reached down to scratch his head.
“Because you have to look presentable for the special event,” Gretchen laughed.
“Special event? Gretchen, you need to tell me what’s going on,” you said. Gretchen hummed and stared down at the dress as she pulled the fabric between her fingers. You weren’t sure she actually heard you until her lips spread into a smile.
“Well, it wouldn’t hurt to tell you now, I guess,” she sighed. “When I first met Loki, I was so enamored by him. The man of my dreams was finally in my life. I began praying to him more often, improving my altar, giving more offerings. I thought it would get his attention.” Her fingers gripped the dress tightly and her smile turned into a scowl. “But you were in the way.”
“I’m sorry?” you whispered.
“I was so frustrated. Why didn’t he want me? I was everything he needed. You weren’t good for him,” Gretchen said, her eyes wide and empty as she stroked the dress. “He wasn’t hearing my prayers, I knew it. So I went to a church nearby and spoke to a worship leader. She told me one of the ways to maybe get Loki’s attention was through sensual prayer. He was the God of Sex, after all. She told me that engaging in sexual acts would help him hear me. It did. It worked. He came to me.”
“The night he...he slept with you,” you choked out. Gretchen finally looked up at you and slowly shook her head.
“He didn’t sleep with me, but you already guessed that. He turned me away. Because of you. Because he loved you,” she spat. “And then he leaves! He leaves you and he leaves Earth! It makes no sense! But anyway, he’s free from you so now I can have him for myself. I pray extra hard. I begin fucking random men and praying during it. But he still won’t come. He won’t come because he loves you.”
“Loki doesn’t love me, Gretchen,” you explained, crossing your arms over your chest. “You said it yourself. He left me. He doesn’t love me anymore.”
“But at one point he did.” Gretchen stepped closer to you and her eyes widened even more. “My prayers have not been working. But I know what will…”
“What?” you asked in a broken whisper.
“The worship leader gave me one more piece of advice that will help Loki come to me. A sacrifice,” Gretchen said with a crazed smile. “And you are the perfect sacrifice.”
“What?” you gasped, stepping back. Cooper growled but you placed a hand on him, hoping this was just a sick joke. “What do you mean I’m a perfect sacrifice?”
“The leader told me that sacrificing something close to Loki that he cares about will help bring him here. You are the only thing on this planet that I know he cares about, or at least did at one point. If I sacrifice you to him, he’ll come to me!” Gretchen squealed. She held up the dress again. “And that’s why you need to look perfect for it!”
“Gretchen, this is fucking insane!” you yelled. “You...I’m...no! You’re not sacrificing me! What does that even mean?”
“I don’t think you have much of a choice, honey.” Gretchen pushed aside her coat and you gasped when you saw the black handle of a gun sticking out of her inner pocket. “I think you need to get changed into that dress and come with me.”
“And if I don’t?” you asked, trembling violently.
Gretchen’s eyes flickered to Cooper. “Then I think the mutt will work just fine.”
“No!” you shouted. You dropped to your knees and hugged Cooper. He whimpered and shifted nervously. You could still see the handle of the gun sticking out of Gretchen’s pocket and you cried. “Don’t hurt him!”
“I won’t if you come with me,” Gretchen whispered, stroking her fingers over your hair. You were trembling as she touched you. Your mind was racing. She wanted to...to sacrifice you to Loki? You didn’t even know what that entailed, but based on the crazy look in her eyes, it wasn’t going to be a gentle process. You wanted to attack her, to do something, but that gun was a threatening presence. You couldn’t let Cooper get hurt. Sucking in a deep breath, you nodded.
“Okay,” you said softly. Cooper barked and Gretchen reached for the gun. “No!” You turned to Cooper and held his head in your hands. “Be a good boy. Stay here, okay? I’ll be back soon, I promise.”
Gretchen hooked her hand under your arm and hoisted you up. She handed you the dress and commanded you to strip. Bashfully, you stripped off your pajamas and pulled on the dress. She nodded and helped you slip into a pair of flat sandals.
“Good. This will do,” she said mechanically. She grabbed your arm again and pulled you against her body. You felt the hard metal of the gun press into your back and you let out a cry. Gretchen giggled and walked you to the door. You rooted yourself to the floor but Gretchen pushed you forward.
“Gretchen, you don’t have to do this,” you said. “It won’t work. He left me. He doesn’t love me. He won’t come -”
“Shut up, bitch!” Gretchen growled, swinging you so your head bashed into the wall. She pulled you back against her as she opened the door. “Now stay quiet. Smile. Keep your head up. Don’t look for help. Be good and I’ll make sure this only hurts a little bit.”
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Chapter 32: Sorrow, Sadness, And Sacrifice
Summary:
Gretchen has taken you. With a gun to your back, you have nowhere to run, nothing you can do. She plans on sacrificing you to Loki. It seems this is the end. It’s time to say goodbye.
TW: topics such as gun violence, violence, blood, death, murder, etc...
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Just keep your head up. Stay calm. Breathe. Stay alive.
It was the mantra you continued to repeat to yourself in your head as Gretchen walked you to her apartment. She was humming and although there was an innocent smile on her face, you could still feel the malicious grip of her hands and the steel of the gun pressed against you. You breathed through your nose, staring ahead of you and hoping that everything would be alright.
Just keep your head up. Stay calm. Breathe. Stay alive.
Stay alive. It was a weird thought. You never thought you’d have to worry about dying, really. It seemed so far away in the grand scheme of things. And when Loki was around - when he used to be around - you felt like there were thousands of shields erected around you at all times. It seemed like he had ensured that nothing in the world could possibly hurt you, no matter how much they tried.
But Loki wasn’t around. So that wasn’t the case anymore.
Just keep your head up. Stay calm. Breathe. Stay alive.
Gretchen said she wanted to sacrifice you - you still didn’t know what that meant. If it was anything like the movies, the tales, or whatever was swimming in your head, it wouldn’t be pretty. It wouldn’t end with you alive. It would end with you cold, lifeless, dead.
Stay alive. Stay alive. Stay alive.
Your body moved on its own accord, your mind doing nothing to aid you. The only things you could process were that a gun was pressed to you and that you were completely and utterly alone. Cooper was at home, right where you told him to stay. But right now, you’d do anything to bury your fingers in that thick fur of his. He was safer where he was. You just hoped someone would take care of him if you were gone.
And then, there was Loki. The man who vowed to protect you from everything bad in this universe. The man who swore he would love you until he withered and died - and even after that, he proclaimed his love would carry on. The man who made you feel like you were worth something, like you were whole.
The man who left you.
He wasn’t here to save you. You had to figure out how to save yourself. It was ironic, actually, that your life was going to end in order to summon Loki, the one person in your life who swore to never leave you. If it worked and your death brought him back, you wished you could see him one last time before you died. Because truthfully, even through all of this depression and decay, all you wanted was Loki.
All you wanted was to see him again, to laugh with him and love him. You wanted his arms around you, his lips on yours, his hands on your face. You wanted to feel his breathing and touch his hair and taste his tongue. You wanted him over you, under you, inside of you. You wanted him everywhere.
Because you loved him.
You loved him and you were going to die because of him.
No, stay alive. You need to stay alive!
Why? There’s no point.
Stay alive. Stay alive for Cooper.
A piece of you hoped, prayed, wished that Loki would appear in front of you and whisk you away. But prayers didn’t work for you, not anymore. Loki stopped listening. Maybe Gretchen would try to sacrifice you and it wouldn’t work. Loki wouldn’t come. Then maybe all of this would be for absolutely nothing.
Your feet continued to carry you blindly up the steps to Gretchen’s apartment. When she got you inside, she locked the door and pushed you towards her room. Her smile was glowing as she pointed to her bedroom.
“It is time to prepare for our god.”
*
Cooper did not know what to do.
You told him to stay and that you would be back. But he was smart, and he was pretty positive you would not be coming back. He whimpered just thinking about it. But what was there to do? Gretchen had swept you from the house without looking back. He could try to chase her down but he didn’t know where she lived. He could probably scent her down but would trying to follow you bring her to violence? He saw the gun, he knew what that meant.
Cooper plopped onto the ground and began to whine. You were his best friend, his best girl. He would do anything for you. Because you had saved him. You saved him when he was a puppy from being brought into a bad household or tossed into a shelter. You gave him a home and a heart, all of your warmth and love. You were the best thing to ever happen to him.
And now, you were gone. Just like Loki, you were -
Fuck. That bastard! Loki!
Cooper shot up and sniffed around the room. The smell of his collar was faint after weeks of hiding but he had to get to it. That was the only way! Gretchen wanted to summon Loki but fuck it, Cooper would do it first.
He caught the scent of his collar on the highest shelf of your bookshelf. Dammit, fuck humans and their height. Also fuck those opposable thumbs too.
Cooper stared up at the bookshelf. There was no guarantee that calling to Loki would work. After all, he hadn’t listened for the last month. He had to try, though. It was the only thing that he could do to save you.
Cooper pawed at the bookshelf. Growling, Cooper hit his side against the shelf, but it still wouldn’t budge. Letting out a sharp huff, Cooper managed to wiggle beside the bookshelf and slip his paws behind it.
And he pushed.
He pushed and pushed and pushed until the shelf moved out from the wall just a bit. Then, he slid more of himself behind it. He continued this process until he could fit his entire body behind the shelf. Standing up on his hind legs, Cooper placed his paws on the bookcase and with a howl of power, he thrusted himself forward.
The bookshelf came crashing down.
It was cheaply made - you had said so. You bought a cheap, practically broken, bookcase from a garage sale because you couldn’t afford anything more with the paycheck you had. When the shelf fell, the sides broke apart, allowing the back panel to be easily shifted. Cooper nudged the back panel off of the shelving and managed to find his collar. He grabbed it with his mouth and ran into the kitchen room. He placed it on the floor and stepped on top of it. And with a deep breath, he howled and howled as loud as he could.
“Loki! She’s gone! Gretchen took her! Get your ass here now! LOKI!”
*
Loki stared at the ceiling, an open copy of an old book of love poems on his chest. It was tattered, even though he had only obtained it last week. Loki read it over and over every day, several times a day, losing himself in the words that reminded him so much of you.
Sometimes he drank while he read. Sometimes he cried. Sometimes he mourned. Sometimes he felt nothing at all. And sometimes he felt so much pain that a dagger through the heart would feel more pleasant.
But now, all Loki could feel was the haunting memory of your lips on his skin, your hands on his chest, and your hair tickling his skin. Tears blocked his vision as he imagined holding you close to him. He looked down at his sheets, picturing you beside him. He could see you perfectly - flushed cheeks, bright eyes, mischievous smile. You reached up and brushed his cheek with your intangible hand.
“My love,” he whispered, wishing he could actually feel your fingers on him. But this mental ghost was weightless, no density or realness. His mind was simply conjuring up an image of you to make him feel better. Really, it only made him feel worse. Sighing, Loki let his tears fall from your eyes. The mental image of you smiled and when you opened your lips, Loki was startled.
“Loki! She’s gone! Gretchen took her! Get your ass here now! LOKI!”
Loki shot up, blinking rapidly. The image he had conjured had disappeared, but he still heard that loud, wailing voice. But it wasn’t your voice, it was Cooper’s. Loki pressed a hand to his chest, trying to tame his racing heart. It was just a figment of his imagination, just like the ghost of you. It wasn’t real. That couldn’t possibly be -
“Loki, you bastard! She’s going to die! Gretchen is going to kill her! She needs you!”
No...no, no, no! Loki felt his ears ringing. That was definitely Cooper and he was shouting to him.
He was shouting to him because Gretchen was going to...
Loki suddenly felt sick. He wanted to ignore this voice of Cooper, but the dog would not stop shouting, screaming, and begging for Loki to come back because you were in danger - serious danger. He wanted to believe that it wasn’t real. He couldn’t interfere with you on Midgard - he left for a reason! But the mere thought of you being in any sort of peril had Loki squeezing his eyes shut and tapping into the magic of the collar. He closed his fists and with a flash of light, he was back in your apartment.
“Cooper!” Loki said, staring down at the dog. Cooper stopped howling and stared at Loki, his dark eyes wide as if he couldn’t believe he was there. Truthfully, Loki couldn’t believe he was there either. It had been over a month since he was in your apartment. He looked around, his chest heavy with emotion. He could feel the emptiness that was here. He looked to your bedroom but before he could move, Cooper lurched forward and bit him.
“You left her! You left her and now she’s gonna die! You sick fucking bastard! I’ll kill you!”
“Cooper, stop!” Loki shouted, pushing the dog off of him. “What the fuck is going on?”
“You left her! You left her and she hasn’t been able to get out of her bed for a month! I’ve been taking care of her because you abandoned her! And then, Gretchen shows up and says she’s been praying to you too and you haven’t come to her either! Now she’s trying to sacrifice my girl to you in order to get you to show up!”
“Oh gods,” Loki whispered, stumbling backwards. “What have I done?”
Cooper’s face was hard and unforgiving. “You killed her, Loki. You broke her heart, sent her into a depression, and now you’ve killed her. You never even loved her in the first place.”
“No...no, Cooper. I love her more than anything, that’s why I had to leave! But I...I can’t explain it now. Please, where did they go? I need to get to them. I need to save her.” Loki fell to his knees and let his tears fall freely. “Where is she?”
“Gretchen’s apartment.”
“Thank you,” Loki said, reaching forward to pet Cooper. Cooper bit his hand and growled. Loki stood and sighed but nodded. “I understand.”
“Just so you know, Loki, if she dies because of this, I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“Good,” Loki said as he walked to the door. He gave a sad, weak smile. “I hope you do.”
*
Despite your struggling, Gretchen managed to get you on top of the altar. You thrashed around but with an angry slap to your face, you were stunned into stillness. Gretchen grabbed your face and turned it towards her so your gazes locked.
“Stop fighting this. It’s going to happen whether you want it or not,” Gretchen hissed. She was still wearing her long coat with the gun tucked inside, an unpleasant reminder of her power of you. You hissed in pain as she gripped your jaw tighter but you remained compliant. Gretchen smirked and pushed your head back so it hit the altar. “Good girl. No wonder Loki liked you.”
You shut your eyes and fought the tears that threatened to leak down your cheeks as Gretchen bound your hands above your body. She then moved on to tie your legs but you managed to kick her. You landed a blow right in her mouth. You heard a crack and Gretchen held her face in shock. A few drops of blood dripped down her lips as she opened her mouth. You grimaced when you saw that you only managed to chip a tooth. She spat the broken tooth out and wiped her face.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Gretchen hissed. She pulled you up by your hair and slammed your head back against the altar. You groaned, your vision swirling.
In your daze, Gretchen managed to tie your legs to the altar but kept them spread apart. You felt so weak, so humiliated, so alone. You heard the shifting of clothing and you turned your head, opening your eyes. Gretchen was stripping her coat. She tossed it onto the bed and placed the gun beneath it. Then, she stripped her dress off so she was completely nude.
“You know, honey,” Gretchen chuckled as she began lighting a bunch of candles around you. “You should consider yourself lucky to be handed over to Loki as a sacrifice. It is such an honor to serve as such. Your death will please him greatly.”
Death. So she did plan on killing you.
“Gretchen, he doesn’t love me,” you argued. “He won’t come if you sacrifice me! I don’t mean anything to him!”
“I don’t care,” Gretchen sighed, shaking her match out. She closed the curtains, shrouding the room in darkness. The candles flickered softly, reflecting off your skin. “You are the closest thing I have to him.”
“Please don’t do this,” you cried, tears shamelessly falling from your eyes. “Please, Gretchen. I’ll do anything.”
“Enough!” Gretchen shouted. “This is your fate! Accept it!”
“I can’t!” you sobbed. “This isn’t right! This isn’t you!”
“This has always been me,” Gretchen whispered, reaching for a knife at the foot of the altar. You struggled against your bonds as she held the knife up. “I have always wanted Loki. I would do anything to get what I want. You know that.”
“Does that include killing me, your friend?” you asked.
“Yes,” she said plainly. She reached down and sliced the front of your dress with the knife. Your dress fell down on either side of you, exposing your nude body. You trembled with fear as Gretchen began smearing ashes over you, murmuring deep and dark prayers.
“We used to be such good friends. We used to do almost everything together in college. Does that mean nothing?” you tried to reason with her. Gretchen’s eyes locked with yours and she shook her head, her face devoid of any emotion.
“You mean nothing to me. You have always meant nothing to me,” she explained. “I never liked you, honey. You were always shooting too high above your status, trying too hard to be loved. You were a charity case to me, a way to make myself look better. After all, when compared to you, I’m practically irresistible. The money, the looks, the body - I had it all. I had everything but Loki. You didn’t deserve Loki’s love and you never will. But you will die for our love. And when Loki and I are together forever, I will remember what you did for us. Maybe then you’ll mean something - just a bit. But otherwise, you are worthless to me. I will take great joy in this.”
That silenced you. You rolled your head and stared at her wall, your portraits of Loki hanging above you. You took in his beauty, the allure of him, and wished that you could see him one last time. Maybe it would make death easier if he were here to get you through it.
Gretchen was praying again but you weren’t listening. All you thought about was Loki and how even in your final moments of life, you loved him. You wanted him here. And maybe in death, you could watch over him and make sure he lived a long, happy life without you. You looked up at the ceiling and swallowed, your throat dry and cracked. You noticed Gretchen raise the sharp knife above your chest, a fire in her eyes, but you decided you couldn’t watch her bring death upon you. Instead, you closed your eyes and felt your tears roll down your cheeks.
“I love you, Loki,” you whispered.
You waited for the sharp tip of the knife to pierce your chest but it never came. The room was still, quiet, but you felt the coolest breeze brush past your cheek.
“Gretchen.”
You opened your eyes and whipped your head around. Loki was standing across the room, his face set in cold, hard lines. His eyes were locked on Gretchen. She turned around and gasped. She dropped to her knees, letting the knife clang onto the ground.
“Loki! You came! You came to me!” Gretchen exclaimed, her naked body visibly shaking with excitement. But really, you weren’t watching her. You were staring at the god who had abandoned you, the god you still loved. Slowly, he tore his eyes away from Gretchen and looked at you. You tried to reach out for him but your hands were still tied together. Wordlessly, Loki looked around at the altar and Gretchen’s entire set up, then back at Gretchen and nodded.
“I have, pet,” Loki purred, strutting up to Gretchen. Instantly, you felt something snap inside of your chest. Your heart broke when he called her pet. That was your name. You watched in horror as Loki’s face contorted from hard and rigid to smooth and full of...lust. He crouched down in front of Gretchen and tilted her chin up, a coy smile on his face. “And I am so pleased with what you have presented me with.”
“You are?” she gasped, resting her hands on Loki’s breastplate. “Master…I love you so much.”
You choked on a sob. No, this couldn’t be right. Loki was actually seduced by Gretchen’s sacrifice and she had not even gotten to it yet. Death would have been easier than this. Loki brushed his fingers along Gretchen’s cheeks, a content hum escaping his lips.
“Oh, sweet Gretchen,” Loki whispered. “You have worked so hard to get my attention. You have finally done it.”
“You’re not here to take her back, are you?” Gretchen asked. She looked down at Loki’s armor and grew restless. “Why are you in your armor?”
“I just came from Asgard,” Loki said. “I have no interest in that girl up there. You are the one I came for.”
Gretchen huffed and pushed on the armor. “Take it off. Prove you’re here for me and not her.”
Loki sighed but waved his hand. His armor disappeared, leaving him in only his black leather pants and a dark green tunic.
“Better?”
“Much,” Gretchen giggled, running her hands over Loki’s shoulders. “Have you come to fuck me and designate me as yours?”
“I have, little thing. You will be mine,” Loki said. You watched his eyes run down her nude body as she ran her hands along his body. You felt like you were suffocating, you could hardly breathe, as you watched them touch each other on the floor.
“Will you give me your baby, my Prince? My body is prepared for you. I have been taking supplements so you could impregnate me,” Gretchen said, grabbing Loki’s hand and moving it to her cunt. Loki hummed and swiftly moved his hand away from her pussy and back to her hip.
“In time. Not yet. I want to fully enjoy your body first before giving you my heir,” Loki reasoned.
Gretchen nodded, but you could tell by her posture that she was disappointed. Still, she leaned in and began kissing Loki’s neck. You tightened your hands into fists and let out a loud cry. Loki’s eyes locked with yours and you couldn’t figure out the expression that was clouding his face. He looked away when Gretchen pulled back, her lips curled into a sneer.
“Lower your defenses,” Gretchen whispered, stroking her hands down Loki’s chest. “Lower them. I want to mark you as mine.”
Loki pressed his lips into a thin smile. “Very well.”
There was a faint shimmer over Loki that you recognized as him dropping his defenses, the same thing he did that allowed you to mark up his body. You couldn’t take your eyes away from them but you also couldn’t watch what was happening. Your eyes were filled with tears and your heart burned inside of your chest. You cried silently, praying that this would be over soon. The sooner this was over, the sooner you could...could...you didn’t know what you could do. Now that you knew Loki wanted Gretchen, your time of longing and hoping for his return was over. He no longer wanted you, that was official. You just had to accept that somehow.
“Prince Loki,” Gretchen purred. She stood up with Loki and pressed herself against him. Loki’s hands settled on her waist and you bit your lip, trying to contain the sob that was settling in your throat. She sank to her knees and ran her hands up his thighs. “Allow me to thank you with my worship. Please, allow me to suck your cock in gratitude for your arrival.”
“Oh, pet, as much as I would love that, I have something I want to do first,” Loki purred, stroking his hand through her hair. “You have been such a loyal follower to me, I want to give you a special gift.”
“A special gift?” Gretchen gasped with wide eyes. Loki nodded and lifted his hand. Between pinched fingers, a beautiful necklace appeared. It was a thick black chain littered with green stones that were so dark, they almost appeared the color of the midnight sky. Green smoke rose from the pendant, remnants of his magic floating into the air. You watched in horror as Loki held it above her.
“I am gifting you with this necklace. You have been such a good girl. You deserve it.” Loki placed the necklace around Gretchen’s neck. She smiled, ready to thank him, when you heard the sound of sizzling. The smell of burning flesh filled your nose as Gretchen began screaming. She grabbed at the necklace, her nails clawing her skin.
“What...what is this!” she shrieked. Loki’s once lust-filled face quickly shifted into one of malice and hatred. He laughed evilly as Gretchen struggled to stand. Her body was contorting, you realized, shifting between different sizes and appearances. Her voice was garbled as she yelled.
“I have given you exactly what you wanted - a special pendant made just for you,” Loki said with a smile. “You have been a horrid person, Gretchen, and now the world will see you for who you are. This necklace shows the ugliest parts of you, bringing that to the surface. Everyone will see you as what they find most undesirable, because that’s what you are, worthless and undesirable. No one will ever want you now. Do not even try to remove the necklace. It will not come off unless your life is snuffed out. And don’t worry, the burning will only stop in...never, actually.”
“How dare you!” Gretchen screamed. “I am your most loyal follower!”
“No, you are not. You are my worst follower. Putting others in danger, taking advantage of men, threatening to kill others - that is not good following, Gretchen. That is horrendous,” Loki snarled. “You deserve this. You deserve the life of pain this will give you. And whenever you try to come in contact with us or even you think about me or her, the pain will only grow stronger and you will only grow more grotesque.” Loki paused and gave an appreciative grin. “Though, that seems a little tough to do. You look truly disgusting now.”
Gretchen screamed and ran from the room, surely to find out what she looked like. As soon as she left, Loki ran over to you. He sliced your bonds and cupped your face.
“Loki?” you whispered.
“I’m here, beloved. I’m here,” he whispered, he ran his hand over your body and sealed your dress closed. “I am so sorry I left. This is all my fault. Pet, I love you so much.”
“You do?” you asked in a watery voice. He helped you off the altar and back onto your feet. You grasped his shirt in shaking hands and watched as Loki’s face fell into complete sorrow and regret. “You...you don’t want Gretchen?”
“I could never want her, darling, I only want you. I love you so much,” Loki said softly, catching the tears that fell down your cheeks. “I will explain everything when we get home.”
“Loki, I -”
“Stop right there.”
You and Loki turned around to find Gretchen standing in the doorway, the gun held in her hand. You cringed as you saw her charred skin and the necklace completely melted into it. Other than her burnt skin, she looked the same. But then you understood what Loki meant. She would appear as what you find most undesirable and to you, that was her. Someone else would see her differently but you were so disgusted by who she was that her appearance to you was her own. Loki stepped forward, his hand held out in front of him.
“Gretchen - “
“No!” Gretchen shouted. “How could you? I loved you! I would do anything for you!”
“You know I don’t love you, Gretchen. I told you that I never did and I never would,” Loki explained. “But this is not the answer. We are done here. Put the gun down.”
“No! No!” Gretchen looked at you with her wild, crazed eyes. Her lips flapped open and closed and you caught a glimpse of her broken tooth. “This is all your fault! You took everything from me!”
“How is this my fault?” you whispered, your hands shaking again. You reached for Loki and he held onto your hand with his that wasn’t held out. He squeezed your hand and you were immediately filled with a sense of calmness - at least as much as you could have with a gun pointed at the man you loved.
“If it wasn’t for you, Loki would be with me. You held him back. You poisoned his mind! He was supposed to be mine! I loved him and he loved me and you took that away from me!” Gretchen screamed. Her nostrils flared and she shook her head. “And now, you must pay for it.”
Gretchen turned the gun towards you and fired it. There was a shout and you felt yourself being pushed to the ground. You landed on the floor with a heavy thud. Five more rounds were fired off but you felt nothing. You waited for some feeling to register within you - a burn, spikes of pain, something, though nothing came. You trembled on the floor and you cautiously looked up. Your eyes widened and you screamed.
“Loki!” you shouted. He was wavering, unsteady on his feet as six bullet holes littered his body - three in his chest alone. He was standing in the spot you once were. You could already see blood soaking through his tunic and his pants.
Loki had pushed you out of the way of Gretchen’s gun and took the bullets for you. He sacrificed himself for you.
No! This shouldn’t be possible! How could the bullets pierce his skin? This shouldn’t -
He had lowered his defenses before.
Loki collapsed to the ground and you crawled over to him, his body weak in your hands. You screamed as you held onto him, his blood soaking your body. You turned to Gretchen and sobbed.
“How could you! You’re going to kill him!” you yelled.
You didn’t think twice about what you did next. You took advantage of Gretchen staring at Loki in shock, her body frozen in fear. You grabbed the knife that Gretchen was going to stab you with and jumped from the ground. You ran towards her and pushed her against the door, the knife piercing her shoulder. The gun fell out of her hand and clattered onto the ground. Gretchen blinked and growled, wrestling you.
Honestly, you didn’t have much of a plan. You were livid. Her threats against you were forgotten and all you could focus on was the fact that she had hurt Loki. You dug the knife deeper into her shoulder and she screamed, but she managed to push you off of her. The knife sprung from her skin with a wet noise and you howled, lunging back at her. She dodged your advances and the knife hit the door. Gretchen grabbed the back of your hair and tugged your neck back.
“You did this!” she hissed. “You caused him to get hurt!”
“I wasn’t the one with the fucking gun!” you shouted. You freed the knife from the door and stabbed it backwards. Gretchen howled as the knife landed in her thigh. You elbowed her in the stomach and she stumbled back, blood streaming down her chest and leg. The crazed look in her eyes was nearly glowing as she dislodged the knife from her leg and ran at you.
“I hate you! You took him away from me!” Gretchen screamed. You grabbed her wrist before she could hit you with the knife. You squeezed on her pulse until her fingers opened. You caught the knife and slashed at her, landing a swift blow to her cheek. Blood oozed from the cut on her face and she grabbed it, clawing at her skin.
“I can’t believe I ever trusted you,” you whispered. Gretchen made an animalistic noise and kneed you in the gut. You doubled over, coughing in pain at the harsh blow. She pushed you onto the ground, your body colliding with the hard floor harshly. You held the knife out, trying to ward her off with it, but Gretchen just laughed. She collected the gun off of the floor and pointed it at you. You shuffled backwards, holding the knife out further.
“There’s nowhere to run, honey. You deserve this death, especially now. You’re the reason Loki is going to die,” she said, her hand trembling as she held the gun.
“I’m not the one who shot him, Gretchen! This is your doing!” you screeched.
“No! This is your fault! You did this! You get in the way of everything! It’s your fault he’s going to die! My love, my Prince, you killed him!” Gretchen lifted the gun again and pointed it towards you, her finger curling around the trigger. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the final blow to come, but then she began sobbing in pain.
You carefully opened your eyes and cringed when you saw what was happening. The gun fell from her hand as she collapsed onto the ground. The necklace began growing around her and digging into her skin, bloodied spikes hooking into her flesh. It bound her limbs to her as it wrapped around her neck. You watched the necklace tighten and tighten until she wasn’t screaming any longer, her body unconscious from loss of air. You turned back to Loki and saw his hand out, the glow of magic leaving him.
“Loki, oh gods,” you cried, crawling over to Loki and resting his body in your lap. His head was resting on your forearm as you cradled him carefully. You pressed your hands to his body, trying to cover his wounds. There was so much blood, it was smearing all over your hands. You cried as you felt his body grow heavier. “Why did you do that?”
“Couldn’t let her kill you,” Loki coughed, rolling his head to the side. He looked up at you and smiled, though there was blood on his lips. “It was worth it to keep you alive.”
“N-No! You...you’re…”
“Hush, pet. It’s okay,” Loki said softly. “At least I got to look into your eyes one last time.”
“No, Loki, you cannot die. Not now,” you cried, hugging him close to your body. “Why aren’t you healing yourself? Can’t you heal yourself?”
“I cannot,” Loki coughed, his face contorting into an expression of pain. “The wounds, they drain me. They’re depleting my strength. Without my strength, I cannot use my magic. I used so much of my magic to create that cursed necklace. I was already running low when I used the last of my energy to knock Gretchen out after she shot me. I fear I don’t have enough in my reserves to heal myself.”
“Fuck, Loki…” You trembled as you held onto him, your hands running through his hair. You kissed all over his face as he let out pained, ragged breaths. You grabbed onto him. “We need to get back to my apartment. I can’t carry you, you’re too heavy.”
“I told you, my magic is weak,” he sighed. “I can’t do it.”
“The collar is there, Loki. You can get to it with magic. You told me you can transport to wherever it is in an instant, just like my...my pendant,” you said.
“I don’t know if I can make it,” he admitted, his skin getting paler and his eyes getting dimmer.
“We need to try,” you said, stroking his hair away from his face. “Before she wakes up. Please, just try for me. Then...then you can let go, my love.”
You watched Loki’s eyes widen when you called him your love. He wheezed and his hands twitched.
“Hold onto me,” Loki grunted. You grasped his hands and he squeezed his eyes shut. He groaned and howled but in a flash, you were back in your kitchen. Loki let out a wail of pain and his body went even limper, his magic completely gone. His grip on your hand was weak and with a deep breath, Loki’s eyes fluttered shut.
“Loki!” you cried. Cooper ran into the room and began barking at the sight. You clung to Loki, crying into him as you listened to his short, weak breaths - too weak to keep him aware of what was going on. He was moaning, drifting in and out of consciousness.
This was it. This was where you officially lost him. Your warrior god, your beautiful lover, your dark Master...he was going to leave this world, these realms. He was going to die because of you, for you. You clung to him as if it would keep him alive. You could feel his blood all over your body as you held him, soaking through your dress and staining your skin.
“I love you so much, Loki. Please...please don’t die...I’ll do anything…”
Your answer came in a shimmer of green. You watched as the case that contained the Livets Blomst formed on the table. There, the blue flower glowed. You gasped and turned back to Loki, his eyes shut and his chest hardly moving at all. He was just barely clinging to life, you could tell.
It’s called the Livets Blomst. It’s grown in Alfheim and only those who are worthy are allowed to take one. There is a single pearl inside that is meant to patch any wounds, heal any illness, or really recover anything that is wrong. I wanted to give you one because, well, you deserve it. I have burdened you with my wounds, my toxins, and my hurt. This is my way of giving back to you.
The Livets Blomst could heal any injuries...anything at all…
You didn’t think twice about what you were going to do. Loki was going to die if you didn’t save him and there was no way you would let that happen. You reached up and smacked the flower off the table. The glass landed on the ground with a crash, shattering into little pieces but you didn’t care about that. You grabbed the flower and opened the petals. A single tiny pearl resided inside of the folded petals. You plucked it out and wrapped your fist around it.
You poured every ounce of love into it. All of your intentions to heal Loki, every good emotion, everything pure into the pearl. You cried as you held onto it harder with one hand, your other over the wounds on Loki’s chest. His eyes were fluttering and you weren’t sure you would actually be able to save him. You pushed more will into the pearl and suddenly, it began glowing. You watched in wonder as the trails of light wandered into Loki’s body. They filled inside of him, lighting him up. His wounds began to seal themselves up, the blood on his clothing disappearing. The color returned to his face and you could feel his magic flowing through his veins again. There was a flash of light and then all was silent.
Well, until Loki’s eyes fluttered open and he gasped.
Carefully, Loki sat up. He looked down at his body and began feeling his torso. Each wound had completely disappeared. You smiled, tears falling down your cheeks, but from happiness this time. He looked up at you, his lips parted in awe.
“Beloved,” he whispered, and it was enough to propel you forward. You jumped onto him, your arms wrapping around his neck. You settled yourself in his lap as he held you on the floor, his arms locked around your waist. Loki buried his face in your hair and you could feel his body shaking. “But...how…?”
“The Livets Blomst,” you whispered. You opened your hand and the pearl fell out, turning to dust as it hit the ground. The flower wilted on the floor and died, also disappearing into dust. But that wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was Loki was in front of you, staring at you with such wonder in his eyes. “It can heal anything.”
“You foolish girl, that was meant to save you if you ever needed it,” Loki laughed, shaking his head. His expression softened as he cupped your face. “You saved me, little one. You saved my life.”
“I had to,” you cried, lifting your head to look into his eyes. “I couldn’t let you die.”
“Even after everything I did to you?” His face was dark, shadowed as he asked the question. Your smile faded and you shook your head, your hands playing with the ends of Loki’s hair.
“Yeah. Even after that,” you sighed. You noticed your position and you blushed. You pulled yourself off of Loki’s lap and stood. “I’m sorry. I guess, uh, I guess you’ll want to get going.”
“Oh, pet,” Loki said, standing to his full height. You forgot how tall he was in your time apart. You had to tilt your head up to look at him. His green eyes sparkled as he cupped your cheeks. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“That’s what you said last time,” you said, unable to help the bitterness in your voice.
“I know,” Loki murmured. “I have a lot of explaining to do.” He held his hand out. “Come with me?”
It was a question, you could tell. Because in that month apart, Loki knew that he lost the privilege to command you, to call the shots. Taking a deep breath, you nodded. As you took Loki’s hand, you noticed your dress disappeared in favor of warm leggings and a fluffy sweater. Beneath it, he had even magicked on underwear and a bra - something nearly foreign to you after all this time. Your hair felt clean, your body felt fresh, and it felt like you just stepped out of a nice, hot shower. The blood on your skin was gone too. You nodded in thanks as Loki walked you over to the couch. Cooper stood in the living room, guarding the piece of furniture.
“I’m going to explain everything, I promise,” Loki said. Cooper huffed but walked aside. Loki sat you on the couch but before he could come any closer to you, Cooper jumped up and planted himself between you. You giggled and scratched his head.
“Good boy,” you praised him.
“I deserve that,” Loki mumbled.
“You deserve more than that,” you noted. “But go ahead. Tell me everything.”
Loki stared at his hands, unbloodied now, and you could see he was trying to figure out where to start. You reached across Cooper and touched his arm. He looked down at your hand then into your eyes, hope in his own gaze.
“Take your time,” you said softly. “If you don’t know where to start, then just start at the beginning.”
“I never meant to fall in love with you,” Loki said suddenly, his jaw tight. “After I came to you the first night, I went back to Asgard. Odin was there and he warned me about coming to you. He said paying attention to one follower would not bode well. I didn’t listen. I came back to you. I kept coming back to you until I never left. I loved it. I loved being here with you but it wasn’t good for Midgard
“You see, the longer I spent with you, these magical flares began growing. They were signatures of my magic that latched onto you and flared out. I still don’t know why it happened but it did. I was able to fix it once with a surprise pearl from the Livets Blomst. I thought that was it. I thought they wouldn’t come back but they did. They came back stronger. I couldn’t fix them this time because I realized that I was the one producing them. They were just growing around you. It was...it was all my fault,” Loki said, his body heaving as he tried to hold back a sob. You squeezed his arm and he placed his hand over yours.
“Loki? What did these flares do?” you asked tentatively.
“For most people, it just made them want sex. But for others...it latched onto dark desires that had always lurked within them. It expanded them and made these people act on them,” Loki explained. He looked at you. “The flares were the reason that Michael and Gretchen became what they became. Those desires were always in them but the flares made them stronger.”
“Oh wow,” you whispered. Loki nodded.
“I thought that by removing my presence from Midgard, it would end the flares. Without my magic on Midgard, the flares couldn’t grow. My plan was to return to Asgard and remove them from there by answering prayers and slowly whittling them away,” Loki sighed, shaking his head. “But I couldn’t. I was so broken from leaving you that I could not try to fix them from afar. I missed you so much. You were all I thought about. I was in so much pain. All I did was drown myself in alcohol and cry over how badly I needed you. I tried to ignore your calls for me and when they finally stopped, I was even more broken. I thought you had gotten over me or hated me, and then when Cooper called me and told me you were in danger, I had to come back. I realized how badly I messed up.”
“Wait, Cooper called to you?” you asked.
“Yes. That’s how I knew where you were,” Loki explained.
“But I hid his collar.” You looked down at Cooper and he huffed. “What did he say?”
“He said he didn’t want to call me because he hated me for what I did to you, understandably so, but he figured it was the only way to save you. He, uh, he destroyed your bookcase to get the collar,” Loki chuckled.
“Such a good boy. You saved my life, Coop,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around Cooper and hugging him tightly. He licked your face and you giggled. When you looked back up at Loki, he was smiling softly down at you both. “So did you, Loki. You saved my life too.”
With that, Loki began crying and you watched him, your chest aching. You wanted to reach out and comfort him but you weren’t sure how. Loki wiped his eyes but he continued to sob. He said your name in a whisper before looking up at you.
“I love you so much, pet,” Loki cried out. “I fucked up. I put your life in danger several times. I am the reason that Michael and Gretchen did what they did. I abandoned you when you needed me. I ignored your prayers. I broke your heart. I will never be able to make up for that.”
“You left to protect me,” you said quietly. “Why didn’t you just tell me about this from the beginning?”
“I do not know.” Loki smiled weakly. “I just thought concealing the truth would make it easier to believe it was not happening. I didn’t want anything to ruin what we had and I was afraid that by telling you, you would blame yourself. You would let that blame and guilt manifest into self-hatred, and I could not put you through that. I worked so hard to keep you happy and proud of yourself that something like this would tear it down. It would tear you away from me.”
“Loki, you need to stop hiding things from me,” you sighed. “You really broke my heart when you left. I was in the worst state of my life. If you had just told me what you needed to do, maybe things would have been easier. We could have worked through it together. Because Loki, I...I love you. I still love you.”
“You still love me?” Loki asked.
“How could I ever stop?” You smiled softly.
Loki looked down at Cooper. “May I go to her?”
Cooper tilted his head but then reached forward and bit Loki’s arm. He cried out, his defenses still lowered but he sat there and took it. Cooper growled and buried his fangs deeper into Loki’s skin, blood pooling on his arm. When Cooper pulled back, he sniffed Loki’s bloody arm and then gave a curt, doggy nod. Loki grumbled something about how he still deserved that before kneeling in front of you. He took your hands in his and stroked the backs of your hands. You nodded at Cooper and he huffed, jumping off the couch and wandering into the kitchen. You looked back at Loki and saw tears glittering in his eyes.
“My beautiful pet, my sweet beloved, my good girl, I am so sorry for hurting you. What I did is unforgivable and I understand that, but I will do everything in my power to show you how sorry I am and how much I love you,” Loki said, lifting his chin. “You mean everything to me. From now on, any question you have, I will answer. Nothing will be hidden from you. Because now I can see that transparency equals your safety, and that’s what I want above all, your safety.
“So if you choose to take me, I will do this for you. I will love you every day of my life and show you the utmost respect and care. I will bend to your every whim and give you anything you could possibly desire.” Loki paused and his face became stoic. “But if you do not want me back, I understand. I will leave you alone. I will watch over you and protect you, bless you and keep you safe, but I will not interfere with you anymore. I won’t -”
You slapped your hand over Loki’s mouth. “Shut up.”
“I beg your pardon?” Loki asked, his voice muffled behind your hand.
“You’re not leaving me ever again, Loki Odinson,” you said, removing your hand from Loki’s mouth. His lips were parted in an ‘o’ shape and you giggled. “You fucked up, you did, but you saved my life. You took six bullets for me. That’s worth something, right?”
“I mean, I did almost tragically die in your arms,” Loki sighed dramatically. You rolled your eyes and laughed, but you soon sobered.
“You did almost die in my arms. I thought I was going to lose you. And between that terror and you disappearing - both to Alfheim for that one day and to Asgard for the past month - I can safely say that a world without you is a world I don’t want to be in. You’re not perfect but neither am I. But that’s why we work, Loki. We make each other better. You bring out the confidence in me and I bring out the kindness in you. You’re a softer man than the man I met back in my room all those months ago. You’re a man worthy of happiness, life, love…” You smiled and brushed some of Loki’s hair from his face. “You’re a man worthy of forgiveness. I...I don’t know why but I trust you. I feel like I have to. I’ve trusted you from the beginning and even though you’ve hurt me, I still trust you. I have this pull towards you and I, gods I really don’t know why, but I trust you, Loki.”
“You trust me,” Loki murmured as if he was tasting the word on his tongue.
“I do. Even after everything, I still trust you.”
“Sweetheart…”
“I love you, Loki. I love you more than anything,” you said, happy tears in your eyes.
“Pet, I love you so fucking much.” Loki raised his hand and in his palm, your pendant formed. The green gem glittered up at you in welcoming and your cheeks began hurting from how wide you were smiling. Loki held the pendant up and actually blushed. “My sweet pet, will you be mine once again?”
“Loki, I’ve been yours since the day we met. Nothing has ever changed that,” you laughed. Loki grinned and placed the necklace around your neck. That familiar weight settled on your chest and you ran your fingers over the emerald. You looked up at Loki with a quizzical look. “This won’t make me ugly or burn my skin, right?”
“No, it won’t,” Loki chuckled.
You bit your lip and your face paled slightly. “Is she gone?”
“You don’t need to worry about her any longer,” Loki assured you. “She cannot hurt you. I promise you this. That necklace she wears will stop her from ever going near you.” Loki paused and blushed slightly. “I apologize for what you had to see back there, by the way. Me holding her, calling her pet...I needed to do it to persuade her to trust me.”
“I understand,” you said with a slight nod. “It hurt more than I’d like to admit but I know it wasn’t real. Plus, I mean, you did take a bullet for me - six, actually. I think I can find it in me to forgive all of that.”
“Good,” Loki murmured, guilt shadowing his face. “I hated every moment of it. I’m glad it is over.”
“But...but she can’t hurt you anymore right?”
Loki squeezed your hand. “No, sweetheart. We’re both safe. She can’t hurt either of us anymore.”
“I want her dead,” you mumbled.
Loki brushed some hair away from your face and sighed, shaking his head. “You are too good for death. It is the same with Michael. Your heart is pure. I cannot taint it with death.”
“She almost killed you,” you growled.
“And she tried to kill you. I want nothing more than to see her cold and dead in the ground. But death will find her in time.” Loki smiled and smoothed the hard lines away from your face. “I promise you that, but for now, she will get something even worse than death - a life of being undesirable, unwanted, and scorned. She will never find happiness. She will be miserable for the rest of her days and she cannot get close to either of us without feeling pain. You may want her dead and gone, but this is an even worse punishment for her to serve. It will be long, tragic, and painful. Not a day will go by where she isn’t paying for what she did to you. Besides, my savage little warrior got some brutal blows in. I’m so proud of you.”
“Well, when you put it like that,” you laughed sadly.
“You’re safe, kitten. I’m safe. There is no need to fear her,” Loki promised you.
“Well, I think that calls for a celebration...and an intimate reunion.” You slid off of the couch so you were also on your knees in front of Loki. You placed your hands on his chest and looked up at him through your lashes. “Master.”
Loki looked away, his brows furrowed. “No, darling. I am not your Master. I have lost that privilege. I did not protect you and care for you as I promised I would. A good Master would not fail like I did”
“Hey.” You cupped his face and turned his gaze back towards you. “You can’t punish yourself forever. I told you that I forgive you. I want you, Loki, every part of you. I want you as my friend, my ally, my protector, my lover, my Master...my husband and the father of my children, when we get there.”
“You still want that?” Loki asked in a soft, broken voice. You smoothed your thumbs over his face and took in the beauty of him. You missed looking into his eyes, getting lost in those green irises. You brushed your fingers over his nose, his dark eyebrows, his high cheekbones. Loki was here. He was in front of you again. And you loved him fiercely. He had hurt you, broken you, left you feeling alone, but in the end, he came back. You understood why he left, and while you wished he would have told you about all of this from the beginning, you could also see why he was afraid to.
The God of Mischief and Sex afraid. It was an odd notion. He was always so cool and confident but you could see past that. You could see the image of a man who just wanted to be loved for who he was, what he was, despite all the destruction he could bring. Inside of that cocky god was someone who needed reassurance, love, care. You wanted to be the person that brought him that.
He felt pain when he left you. He turned to alcohol. Even now, as you looked at him, you could see the effects of his departure. His skin was paler and his cheeks were more hollowed out. The usual twinkle in his eyes was faded and his hands trembled slightly as they held you, no doubt from his anxiety.
“I do,” you whispered. “I want you more than anything.”
“Do you still want to be my pet?” Loki asked, his hands squeezing your hips.
Your smile was bright as you nodded. “Yes, Master.”
Loki surged forward and pressed his lips to yours. You both froze, almost in disbelief that this was actually happening. The feeling of Loki’s lips on yours again after so long was indescribable. Those soft, beautiful lips were warm against yours and you immediately melted against him. You pulled Loki closer to you as you kissed him, your arms wrapping around his neck. Loki’s body was flush against yours as he moved his lips with yours, fever in his touch. You could feel the air leaving your body but you didn’t care. You were kissing Loki again and you never wanted it to end.
“Fuck, I missed this,” Loki groaned against your mouth. His fingers were clawing at your body. You could feel the desperation of his fingers through your clothing. You reluctantly pulled away, catching your breath as you stared into Loki’s wide, aroused eyes.
“Take me to bed, Loki,” you whispered, tangling your fingers in his dark hair. “Please.”
“What the lady wants…” Loki swept you up off the floor and sent you a dazzling smile. “The lady gets.”
You laughed as he carried you into your room. You gasped when you saw your bookcase, destroyed and broken into pieces but it filled you with warmth knowing the lengths Cooper went to in order to keep you safe. You turned back to Loki and tightened your hold on him, your body pressing harder against his. Loki closed the door with his foot before literally throwing you onto the bed. You bounced on the bed as Loki crawled over you, a hunger in his eyes that had you shivering with want. You grabbed him and kept his body against you as he kissed you, wanting to feel the weight of him, the tangibility of him.
“Loki…” you whimpered “The spell. The contraceptive spell.”
Loki placed his hand on your stomach and his palm glowed ever so slightly. “Done. It’s back. No baby for us.”
“Not yet,” you whispered.
“Not yet,” Loki agreed with a soft smile.
He dove back in to kiss you. His hands maneuvered their way around your body. Loki was moaning into your mouth as he rocked his hard cock against you. You spread your legs and wrapped them around Loki’s waist, using the heels of your feet to press into his ass and keep him against you. Loki bit your lip and you gasped his name, your hands tightening in his hair.
“Every day, I pictured you in my bed. I imagined what it would be like to kiss you again, to feel your body, and now you’re here and I truly don’t know where to begin,” Loki admitted, pulling away with flushed cheeks. You took his hand and placed them on your sweater.
“Taking off my clothes would be a good start,” you chuckled.
Loki’s lips curled into a smirk and he winked. “Good idea.”
With that, Loki grabbed your sweater and ripped it in half, right down the middle. You moaned, your core growing even wetter at his display of strength. Loki cupped your breasts and began massaging them through your bra. He looked up at you, silently asking for permission. You nodded and Loki ripped the bra in half as well. He waved his hand and the remnants of your torn shirt and bra faded away.
“Look at you,” Loki growled. “So beautiful for your Master.”
“Touch me, Loki,” you moaned, arching up into his hands. Loki groped your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples. You writhed around, your body sensitive after not being touched for so long. You felt yourself clenching, your underwear completely soaked. Loki licked his lips and bent his head down. He took your nipple into his mouth and sucked it. You felt his cock twitch in his pants and you bucked against it, desperate for some sort of friction.
“So fucking perfect,” Loki groaned, giving your other nipple the same attention he gave the first. Your body felt hot with desire and you needed Loki to soothe it. But Loki was insistent on giving your breasts divine attention, lavishing them with licks and bites and kisses. You whined and Loki cooed, lifting his head and smiling down at you. “What is it, baby?”
“I need you, Loki. Please,” you cried. “Touch me.”
“I am.”
“Put your mouth on me.”
“I did.”
“Fuck me!”
“I will.”
Loki slid down and ripped your pants off of you, leaving you completely bare. His eyes wandered over your body and he began shaking his head. You looked down at yourself, suddenly feeling self conscious. You worried your lip as you looked away, but Loki quickly gripped your chin and forced you to look back at him.
“I am the luckiest man to have ever existed,” he whispered. “You are so fucking beautiful. I love you so much, little one.”
“I love you, Loki,” you said softly.
“You’re mine,” Loki purred. He dipped his head down and kissed your neck. You let your head roll back, giving Loki more room to kiss. And then, he latched onto you in his spot - the skin just above your pulse. He sucked the skin, biting it, licking it, kissing it. You smiled and began laughing with ecstasy. He was marking you, giving you a bruise, a piece of him to carry on your body. When he pulled away, Loki lifted a dark brow. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. It just...it feels so good to have you here again,” you said. You tangled your fingers in his hair and rolled him over so you were on top of him. “My turn.”
You latched onto his neck and bruised him, making sure to add in extra biting because you knew how much he loved the pain. Loki moaned, his fingers raking down your spine. You rolled your wet cunt against his cock, still clothed and covered. Loki’s hands grabbed your hips and rolled you onto your side. He kissed you as he buried one hand between your legs and began fingering you.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, wrapping one leg around Loki’s hips as he pumped his fingers inside of you. You grabbed his tunic and tugged at it. “Off. I need this off.”
“Needy pet,” Loki chuckled. He magicked his clothing off, leaving him naked on the bed with you. You ran your hands over his abdomen, tears springing into your eyes when you saw his smooth, unblemished skin. There were no bullet wounds, no scars, nothing to indicate that Gretchen had ever hurt him.
And it was because of you.
You saved his life, he had told you that. You were the one who cradled him in your kitchen while you administered the Livets Blomst pearl to him. Your emotions were all over the place as you buried your face in Loki’s chest, crying softly as he curled two fingers inside of you. Your leg trembled and you rocked down on his fingers.
“Gods, Loki, more. I need more,” you sobbed.
“Hush, little one,” Loki whispered, kissing the top of your head. He paused his ministrations inside of you, electing to remove his fingers so he could hold you.
“I need you, Loki. Please, take me. I need you.” You grabbed at his skin but Loki continued to cradle you against his body. Your fight grew weaker as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him against your body. You listened to the steady thrum of his heartbeat, a reminder that he was alive and here with you. “I could have lost you.”
“You could have but you didn’t,” Loki said, rubbing your back. “I’m here. I’m right here.”
“I need to feel you,” you gasped, looking up at Loki from your spot in his chest. There were tears falling down his own face. You brushed them away with your thumbs. Loki took your hand in his and brought it to his lips. He kissed your fingers and nuzzled his nose against your warm skin.
“I am so terrified of losing you,” Loki whispered.
“You don’t need to lose me. We’re together, we’re okay,” you murmured, stretching up and kissing him. Unlike your lustful, hungry kisses from before, this one was slow and intimate. Loki’s hands were gentle on you. You could feel his love and need for you as you smoothed your hands along him. You ran your hands down his arms but froze when your palm collided with something sticky. You pulled back and jumped when you saw a large, bleeding bite mark in Loki’s forearm. “Loki, your arm! I thought you healed that!”
“No, darling. Leave it,” Loki said, staring down at the bite. “Let it serve as a reminder of my wrongdoings, a warning not to mess up again, or else his teeth will be buried into my chest next time.”
“I wouldn’t let him do that,” you laughed, wiping your hand on the sheets. Loki waved his hand and your hand and the sheets were clean of blood, though his arm was not. Your smile softened as you reached down and wrapped your hand around Loki’s hard cock. He moaned as he slid his fingers back inside of you. Together, you pleasured each other, absorbing one another’s moans and desire. His fingers were deliberate, curling and prodding you in all of the places he knew he loved most - he hadn’t forgotten a single spot of weakness. Your hand was careful, sliding over the silky skin of his cock with the intention of reminding him that even though you were his submissive, his pet, you were still strong enough to bring him to his knees.
The way you touched each other was like a dance. He pushed, you pulled, you pushed, he pulled. Your bodies collided and moved, knees bumping together, foreheads brushing, breath mingling. Your hip rocked against his, his feet tangled with yours, and your eyes only broke contact when one of you would shut them in bliss. You felt so good, so attended to, so loved. With your bodies wrapped around each other, there was no part of you that didn’t feel absorbed by Loki.
“Master…” you moaned as you flicked your wrist, pumping your hand over his cock. “Make me yours. Fuck me.”
“Oh, yes, little one. I can’t wait a second longer,” Loki growled, slipping his hand from you. You braced yourself on his bicep as he slid his cock inside of you. You moaned, your forehead pressing to Loki’s as you felt that familiar fullness inside of you. It hurt after not being taken for so long, but you loved the sting. Loki paused, his breath coming out heavier as he buried himself inside of you. “You feel like a tight little virgin.”
“You feel so big,” you whimpered. You rocked your hips down and whined. “Loki…”
“Hush, pet. Let me enjoy having my cock inside of you again. It has been so long because of my own faults. I need to feel my good little girl again,” Loki purred, dipping down to kiss your neck. You scratched your nails down his arms as his cock gently pulsed inside of you, twitching and leaking with precum. Admittedly, you needed the time to adjust to him. His cock was so big and after not being fucked over and over again, your body needed to remember his size. But after a few moments, you could sense Loki was getting restless. His hips were beginning to shift and his eyes were glazing over. With a grin, Loki gripped your hips and rolled you on top of him. “Ride me, pet. Take what you need. I’m all yours.”
You were quick to place your hands on Loki’s pectorals and lift yourself almost completely off of his cock. You whispered his name, dark and sultry, before sliding back down so he was fully hilted. Loki’s back arched off the bed as his nails bit into your hips. You continued to ride him, doing exactly what he told you to - taking what you needed. You rode him hard, your cunt squeezing him and gushing over him. His hands switched between holding your hips, smacking your ass, and groping your breasts. You were intoxicated with the feeling of him and you desired him everywhere.
“Feels so good, Loki,” you moaned, riding him faster. Your thighs were trembling and your breathing was labored. You scratched down his chest, leaving red lines in the wake of your nails. Loki hissed but he fucked up into you, meeting the bounce of your hips. The feeling of him thrusting into you set off a switch in you that had you groaning. “Master! Oh, fuck me, Master, please.”
Loki growled as he sat up, his chest pressed to yours. You tangled your fingers in his hair as he grabbed your hips. He fucked up into your body, your own body held above his. His cock pistoned in and out of you, filling you with so much pleasure that you were nearly delirious. You crushed your lips to Loki’s, moaning into his mouth. Pulling away, you rested your forehead on Loki’s.
“Your pussy is so tight, little girl. How I’ve missed fucking this wet cunt. No one could ever compare to your delectable little body,” Loki panted, slamming you down on his large cock.
“Did you fuck anyone while you were on Asgard?” you asked. “Did you think of me while you did it?”
“I didn’t fuck anyone. I couldn’t. I belonged to you,” Loki admitted. His eyes opened as he bit your lips. “Forever and always, pet.”
“Gods,” you cried out, tightening your grip on his hair as he fucked you. “I need...I’m going to…”
“Cum, little one. Cum all over my cock and I’ll give you what you want,” Loki growled. The wiry hairs at the base of his cock tickled your clit. “Cum. Do it. Cum for me. Cum for your Master. Be a good girl now.”
“Loki!” you shouted as you clamped around him and came. Loki moaned, his thrusts never halting. Your orgasm was intense and powerful, causing your entire body to shake. You rested your head on Loki’s shoulder as he continued to pound into you. You turned your head and kissed his neck. “Cum inside of me, Master. Fill me with your cum.”
“Fuck!” It was all you needed to do to set Loki off. He slammed you down onto his cock as he came inside of you. You grinned, clenching your cock purposefully around him to receive more of his cum. You missed this feeling, that warmth leaking inside of you and spreading throughout your body. Heat blossomed with you as you soaked up Loki’s cum. You continued to kiss his neck as Loki came down from his high. After a few moments, Loki collapsed down onto the bed with you still on top of him. He went to slide out of you and you whined, but Loki shook his head. “It’s been a while, pet. You’re going to be sore.”
“Fine,” you said with a pout. Loki pecked your lips as he slid out of you. You rolled onto your side, curling into Loki’s body. You kissed his skin with a smile. “I love you, Loki.”
“I love you too, my sweet,” Loki said, holding you close to his body.
You were quiet for a moment before you peered up at him. “You really didn’t sleep with anyone while you were away?”
“No, beloved, I didn’t. All I wanted was you,” Loki said. He looked down at you hesitantly. “And did you…?”
“No.” You shook your head. “I didn’t. I couldn’t even get out of bed.”
“I’m so sorry,” Loki murmured. “I hurt you so badly.”
“It’s okay. You’re here now and you’re staying, right?” you asked. But Loki was quiet. His eyes had shifted away from you. You perched yourself up on your elbow so you could look down at Loki. “I said, you’re staying, right?”
“Sweetheart, I don’t know if I can,” he whispered.
“What? No! No, you’re not leaving me again!” you shouted. “You gave me your pendant again! You...you slept with me! You told me you loved me! You can’t just leave! Was that all a lie?”
“Darling, no.” Loki sat up and took your hands in his. “I do love you and I do want you to be mine. I just don’t know if it’s wise for me to stay when Midgard is still poisoned with my magic. I think it would be best if I leave for a while. I’ll still watch over you. Maybe visit every now and then. But until these flares are gone, I can’t stay.”
“Please don’t go,” you whispered. “I can’t live without you.”
“Pet…”
“You can’t go!” you sobbed, flinging your arms around Loki. You cried into his shoulder as he held you. “I love you too much. Please don’t leave me. I can’t be without you. I need you, Loki. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, darling, but I must go,” Loki sighed, tears in his eyes. “You’re the most important thing in my life. I can’t let you get hurt anymore because of me. There’s no other option.”
“I think there is.”
You and Loki gasped at the sound of a mysterious voice in the room. There was a shimmer of gold light at the foot of the bed. Loki shoved you behind him as he summoned a dagger in his hand and his armor onto his body. The look in his eyes was ferocious as he guarded you with his whole body, ready to embrace danger just to protect you again. The gold shimmering slowly began to fade, leaving the image of a beautiful woman in its wake. Loki’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped.
“Mother?” he whispered.
“Hello, son,” Frigga said with a smile. “I heard you were having some trouble here. I think I know just how to help.”
Notes:
Okay, be honest, did we see that coming?! Next week is going to be a really interesting one, let me tell ya! Will Loki and reader be able to stay together?
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Chapter 33: The One With All The Answers...Finally
Summary:
Frigga has appeared in your room and has told you that she has a solution that will help you and Loki stay together. It seems like it will be dangerous, but the promise of answers on the horizon might just be worth the risk
Notes:
Happy Friday everyone!!! Wow, what a ride this fic has been recently! Are you ready to see what's to come? I have been so excited for this chapter for so long and now your questions will be answered!! Here we go!! Also, thank you so so so much for 70,000 hits on this fic!! You all amaze me so much and I am so grateful for each and every one of you lovely readers!! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!!
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Loki stared at his mother, shocked that she had appeared in your bedroom. It had been quite a while since he had seen her, given the fact that she was on Vanaheim with Odin. Based on the gentle shimmering around the outside of her figure, Loki knew she wasn’t actually here in the room. Frigga had the ability to project herself across the realms without the help of Heimdall, so it was possible she could be literally anywhere at this very moment.
Frigga eyed Loki and smirked when she saw his dagger still raised towards her. Her hands remained neatly folded across her stomach as she lifted a perfect, blonde brow.
“I don’t think you need that, son,” Frigga chuckled. Loki looked down at his knife and blushed. He waved it out of existence and looked back up at the image of his mother.
“My apologies. It’s been a long day,” he grumbled.
“So I’ve heard,” Frigga hummed. She looked over Loki’s shoulder and smiled when she saw you curled against his back, your body still nude. Your hands were braced on Loki’s obliques as you carefully watched Frigga. Loki’s mother waved. “Hello, sweetheart. Loki, who is this?”
“Oh, mother, this is my beloved.” Loki said your name before turning back to look at you. He waved his hand and your sweater and leggings from before covered your body. He took your hand in his and smiled softly at you. “It’s okay, my love. This is Frigga, my mother, Queen of Asgard. She won’t hurt us, I promise.”
Loki could see the fear leave your body as your posture relaxed. You slid out from behind Loki but kept your body pressed closely to his. You nodded at Frigga and Loki admired the flush covering your face.
“It’s nice to meet you, Queen Frigga,” you said, bowing your head. Loki marveled at the natural grace you had even while sitting on the bed when presented to his mother. It reminded him vaguely of when he brought you to Alfheim and you presented yourself as the perfect, poised princess he always imagined you would be if you held that title.
“Oh, dear, just call me Frigga,” Frigga said with a wave. “I’ve heard a lot about you. My other son has informed me that Loki is quite smitten with you. And from what I can see, he wasn’t exaggerating.”
“It’s true,” Loki murmured, lifting your hand up to press a soft kiss to it. “I’m in love with her, mother. She is the only one for me. I refuse to live a life without her in it.”
“I can see the love in your eyes, Loki. I can see the love in hers too. What you two have is good, it is pure. It’s what love should be,” Frigga noted. But then, she sighed and her beautiful face contorted into a sad grimace. “But it is causing a lot of trouble, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Loki sighed, running a hand through his hair. “A few months ago, I discovered -”
“The flares. I know. Odin knows,” Frigga said. “He knows more than you think. He heard about what else has happened on Midgard, Loki - the flares returning, Michael and Gretchen, he knows it all.”
“How do you know about Michael and Gretchen?” you asked.
Frigga just smiled coyly. Loki rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“Frigga is gifted with foresight and magic. She knows more than she lets on,” Loki explained. He paused and recalled something he had heard back on Asgard. “Thor said you were keeping Odin on Vanaheim. Why? Did you know about this?”
“From the first night you came to Midgard, I knew you would find love here. I had to keep Odin away for it to bloom. It was imperative that this love happen. Though I knew Odin did not want it to happen for a few reasons. If he interfered, your beloved may have ended up dead,” Frigga warned as Loki’s face paled.
“No!” Loki shouted. “He can’t hurt her!”
“He won’t. I won’t let that happen,” Frigga said proudly, and Loki believed her. Loki relaxed slightly but he pulled you closer to his body, needing to feel you safe and warm against him. His brows furrowed when he looked back up at his mother.
“Wait, you just said our love is causing trouble. You wanted it to blossom anyway?” Loki questioned.
“Yes. It had to, Loki.” Frigga paused and pressed her lips into a tight line. “I want to explain more but I do not have much time. Son, Odin is coming to Midgard. He’s coming for her.”
“No, I won’t let him take her,” Loki growled, shooting up from the bed to stand in front of Frigga.
His heart pounded with the need to protect you. He had come so far, endured so much, and he would not lose you again. You were his top priority, the only thing he truly cared about. He would rather die than let anything happen to you - he had proved that earlier. Loki’s love for you was like a fire, unyielding and growing in power and strength with every passing moment. It was that fire, that passion, that had him ready to start a war with his own father just to keep you safe. He had just gotten you back after losing you for so long. He would not let Odin get between you, not now.
Loki finally knew what loss felt like. It was a dark abyss full of nothingness that forced the darkest parts of him to emerge. Without you, he was nothing. When he came back to Midgard after abandoning you, he was sure that he was going to lose you. Seeing Gretchen standing over you with that knife was the scariest thing he had ever seen. The air was knocked from his lungs and he knew in that moment of danger, there was nothing he wouldn’t do to save you. It was why he stooped to the low he did of pretending to want Gretchen. As much as it made him sick, he had to pretend he wanted her to keep you safe.
But it didn’t stop there. When Gretchen pulled her gun on you, there was no doubt in Loki’s mind about what he was going to do. He was so startled by the need to get you out of the way of the bullet that he hadn’t even bothered protecting himself with armor or his defenses. His only concern was to get you away from harm. When those bullets lodged themselves in his body, Loki had made peace with his death. He would readily embrace it if it meant you would be safe.
Then, you fool, you fought for him. You slashed at Gretchen with such determination avenge him that it was wildly astonishing to Loki. If he wasn’t bleeding out on the floor, his cock would have definitely been hard. But as he lay there, that fear of losing you set in again. Gretchen had secured her gun and again, without any hesitation, Loki used the last of his magic - the magic keeping him alive - to stop her.
Your life, your wellbeing, your safety - it was more important than anything to Loki.
When the whole ordeal was over and you saved him with the Livets Blomst, Loki was sure he was actually dead or dreaming. Nothing felt real until you kissed him and he felt you. The feeling of your body against his confirmed that everything that had just happened was real and you...you loved him. Even after everything, you loved him. Your love was so strong, powerful, and trusting. You were the good he did not deserve, the light he wished to bask in, the heart he wanted to live in. You fought for him, for his life, for his love. You were too caring, too forgiving, too trusting, but he would not take it for granted, not anymore. Loki messed up in the past. He hurt you, tore you apart, made you feel as if you were alone. He would never subject you to that anymore. He would ensure that loneliness, heartache, pain did not exist in your life. Loki would protect you from the darkness of this universe, no matter what it took.
With this powerful thought in mind, Loki summoned his battle armor and his helm. He could hear you gasp behind him. Loki smirked and looked down at the shimmering image of his mother, who had her brow raised in consideration.
“If Odin wants her, he has to go through me. I am prepared to do whatever it takes to keep her safe,” Loki announced, his eyes glowing green with his magic. He heard you whimper and with a subtle inhale, he could smell your arousal. Such a good girl, he would have to indulge you later.
“Including taking six bullets,” Frigga murmured. She reached out and pressed her hand against Loki’s abdomen, but her palm glided through him. “You truly love this girl. I am so excited that this has happened to you, Loki. It is about time...”
“I do love her, endlessly,” Loki whispered, the glow of his magic fading away. He looked over his shoulder and saw you sitting up on your knees on the bed. Your hand was resting over your pendant and your lips were parted. You looked so beautiful, his good girl, his sweet pet. His face hardened and he turned back to his mother, determination flooding through his veins. “What must I do?”
“Go to Asgard.”
“Mother, I can’t. If we stay together, the flares will only grow on Asgard,” Loki tried to explain but Frigga held up a slender hand.
“Trust me on this, Loki. You must listen to me,” Frigga said. “I told you I knew how to help. This is what will help.”
“And what of the flares on Midgard?” Loki questioned.
Frigga smiled. “You will figure them out.”
“You and your riddles,” Loki huffed. “When will Odin be arriving on Midgard?”
“Very soon. I cannot hold him back much longer. You must go immediately.” Frigga placed her hands over Loki’s. “Once he discovers you are not here, he will come to Asgard.”
“Mother, he will be strong on Asgard,” Loki murmured.
“But you will be stronger,” Frigga whispered. “Amazing things have happened to you, Loki. Things you have not even realized yet.”
“What are you talking about?” Loki asked. Frigga glanced at you, her eyes knowing and cryptic, but Loki could tell that something was happening. Was this what Thor tried to tell him on Asgard before Loki cut him off? Sighing, Loki shook his head. “If something happens to her…”
“Nothing will happen, I promise. Besides, Heimdall will protect her. I will protect her. Thor will protect her, and you know nothing gets past your big brother. Nothing bad will happen,” Frigga said with a smile. “Now go! You must leave now!”
“I will. Thank you,” Loki said as Frigga’s image faded away. He turned back to you and removed his helmet. He walked up to the bed and cupped your face. He stroked over your cheeks with his thumbs as you looked into his eyes.
“Loki? Is something going to happen to me?” you whispered.
“No, pet. I will take care of you,” Loki said softly. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course,” you responded. You reached up and kissed Loki, your hands tangling in his hair. Loki groaned. As much as he wanted to keep kissing you, he knew that there was an urgency to leave. Pulling away, Loki smiled down at you.
“I will be honest with you, pet. I do not know what is happening. Frigga’s words...they were mysterious. There was weight to them. But whatever happens, you and I will get through it together,” Loki said. “Now, we must be going. Are you okay with going to Asgard?”
“Loki, I’d follow you anywhere,” you said with a small smile.
There was a faint blush on Loki’s cheeks as he stepped back and helped you off the bed. He waved his hand and a simple sundress appeared on your body - green with golden lace decorating it. Gold sandals appeared on your feet, their straps and laces climbing up your calves. Loki smirked possessively as he walked you out of the bedroom. He went to the front door when you froze.
“Wait!” you gasped. Loki turned around and you were staring up at him with wide eyes. “If Odin is coming here then I don’t want to leave Cooper here. I don’t want him to get hurt.”
“Very well. Bring him along,” Loki said. You whistled and Cooper came running into the room. You knelt down and scratched his cheeks. Loki nodded at Cooper and his magic collar appeared around his neck.
“We’re going on a little trip, Coop,” you said. “We’re going to Asgard.”
Cooper barked and Loki snorted. You stood back up, looking questioningly at Loki.
“He said he’s excited to find a bunch of new spots to pee on and mark,” Loki laughed. Cooper barked again and Loki rolled his eyes. “Apparently, my bed is first on the list. He’s still a bit upset at me.”
“Cooper,” you said in a chastising tone. “Be nice. He’s the reason I’m alive right now. He messed up but he came back. If it wasn’t for him going to Gretchen’s, I would be...I’d be dead.”
Cooper whimpered and walked up to Loki. He nudged Loki’s hand with his wet nose and Loki smiled, patting his head.
“It’s not just me, mongrel. You were the one who managed to bring me here. You’re a very good boy,” Loki said. He paused and smirked. “You’re the best boy.”
Cooper howled and Loki laughed. You could tell that howl came from a place of excitement. You giggled as Loki walked you both out of the building. He walked you into an alley nearby. Loki magicked a leash onto Cooper.
“It’s just until we get to Asgard,” Loki said and Cooper gave a curt nod. Loki tugged you against his body and wrapped one arm around you. “Hang onto me.”
“Yes, Master,” you whispered. Loki bent his head down and kissed you, sinking himself into the feeling of you as the Bifrost shot down and carried you both to Asgard. The trip was short and when you finally reached the Realm Eternal, Loki lifted his lips from yours and walked you into the golden dome. He watched your eyes widen in awe as the Bifrost shut behind you and you took in the scenery around you. “Oh, wow.”
“Welcome to Asgard, my love,” Loki purred, keeping his arm locked around your waist. His eyes were trained on you as you took in your surroundings. His heart fluttered in his chest seeing you so in awe of his home.
“It’s beautiful,” you whispered. You were truly amazed by what you were seeing, and this was just the entry gates, technically.
“It is nice to see our home through the eyes of someone so new to it,” a booming voice declared. You squeaked and Loki chuckled. Loki secured his grip on you as a tall man wearing golden armor to match his golden eyes stepped down from a platform at the center of the room.
“Beloved, this is Heimdall, the Great Guardian,” Loki said. He introduced you to each other with a smirk on his face.
“It’s nice to meet you, Heimdall,” you said softly. “Thank you for bringing us here.”
“Oh, I didn’t bring you here,” Heimdall said.
“Pardon me?” Loki questioned.
“You’ll discover it soon, Master Sorcerer,” Heimdall announced with a grin.
Loki rolled his eyes before pausing and looking at Heimdall sheepishly. “Heimdall, I must apologize for my behavior the last time we spoke.”
“You were hurting, my Prince. It is understandable,” Heimdall chuckled. His golden eyes focused on you and his lips quirked into a tiny grin. “But you two are together now. It is lovely to meet the woman who has stolen the Dark Prince’s heart. I am glad to see everything is okay.”
“It’s not exactly all fine, I’m afraid,” Loki sighed. “Frigga sent me here. Odin has figured out what’s been happening on Midgard and has finally left Vanaheim. She told us to return here. She said...she said I’ll be stronger here? Frankly I do not know what that means.”
“You will be stronger, indeed,” Heimdall murmured.
“What do you all know that I don’t?” Loki growled. You placed your hand on his chest and he looked down at you. You were giving him gentle eyes, ones that grounded Loki and had his anxiety and frustration melting away.
“You’ll find out.” Heimdall turned to the side and swept his arm out, pointing you towards the palace. “You must go. Your brother is in the throne room.”
“Thank you Heimdall,” Loki sighed.
“Thank you.” You nodded at Heimdall. You tugged on Cooper’s leash. “Come on, Coop.”
Loki swiftly led you down the Bifrost, his long legs carrying him at a quick pace. You trotted to keep up with him, not only because you were much shorter than him but also because you were so distracted by the sights around you. Where Alfheim had natural beauty, Asgard prospered in advanced architecture and structures teeming with bronze, silver, and gold. Your eyes were wide the entire time, but unfortunately you couldn’t spend much time looking around.
“We must get to the palace, pet. I promise once this is over, I will give you the grand tour of everything,” Loki assured you, squeezing your hip.
“Loki, I’m scared,” you whispered. “Your mom said this was supposed to help us but it just seems dangerous.”
“I know,” Loki said grimly. As he walked you through the town surrounding the palace, people began poking their heads out of their homes to catch a glimpse at what was happening. Loki ducked his head and pulled you against him, shielding your body from the onlookers. “Whatever happens, I will keep you safe.”
Cooper barked and Loki nodded.
“So will Cooper,” Loki said. “And do not worry, my brother will protect you as well.”
“I don’t even know him,” you laughed.
“You’re mine, pet. He knows that. That’s enough to warrant his unconditional protection,” Loki explained.
The rest of the walk to the palace was quiet. You tried to keep your eyes down as you approached the large, golden castle. You could feel the eyes of nosy Asgardians trying to get a look at what was going on. Loki was doing his best to shield you while also staying calm about whatever was going on, but you could see his stress. His jaw was locked and his eyes were cold and determined.
You didn’t know why you were here. Frigga said that returning to Asgard would give Loki the answer to being able to stay with you but it was also putting you in the line of danger. There seemed to be something that Frigga and Heimdall knew that Loki was oblivious too, which was frankly making you anxious, given how Loki seemed to be one of the smartest people in the universe. You had just gotten Loki back, you didn’t want to lose him again. Whatever was going to happen, you were going to stay by his side. He was willing to die for you, and you would do the same. You loved him and nothing in the Nine Realms could stop that.
Not even Odin, if it came to that.
When you reached the gates of the palace, Loki nodded at the guards. They swung the large, golden gates open and Loki led you into the front courtyard. Cooper sniffed around excitedly, his tongue hanging out of his mouth whenever he lifted his head to look at you. You giggled. At least he was having a good time. You tightened your grip on the leash as Loki walked you up to the front doors. The guards opened the doors and when you walked inside, you gasped and froze in place.
The palace was huge.
The ceilings felt like they were miles above your head. The floors, all made of either smooth stone or marble, reflected the golden lights hanging from the walls. Paintings, sculptures, and fountains decorated the halls. Servants bustled around, almost oblivious to your presence. You felt suddenly underdressed as you eyed the complex mixture of outfits that passed by you. As if he could read your mind, Loki squeezed your hand and you looked up at him.
“You look perfect, little one,” Loki whispered, dipping down to kiss your forehead. “I love you. Thank you for trusting me.”
“I love you too. I’ll always trust you, you know that,” you said with a true smile. Loki rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb as he led you to the throne room. The guards opened the golden doors for him and shut them loudly behind you both.
The throne room was completely empty aside from a large, golden throne at the far end. A man sat on the throne, his legs spread wide and a large staff held in his hand. He was resting his head on his fist. When he noticed you entered, he broke into a large smile and stood up.
“Brother!” he shouted, walking down the steps quickly after waving his staff away. Loki rolled his eyes but nodded at you, indicating you to follow him. You walked up to the front of the throne room.
“Darling, may I introduce you to Thor, God of Thunder, King in Standing of Asgard,” Loki said. You gasped, blinking quickly. This was Thor! You felt silly for not recognizing him already. You blushed and curtsied, introducing yourself. Thor laughed and pulled you into a tight hug. You squeaked as he rocked you back and forth.
“It is so good to finally meet you!” Thor said. He pulled back and braced your upper arms. His blue eyes ran over your body before looking back up at Loki. “You’re a lucky man, brother.”
“Yes, I’m well aware,” Loki growled, pulling you back into his embrace. You felt yourself getting wet at the possessive nature Loki was displaying yet again but you knew this wasn’t the time or place for that. Loki groaned and cocked his jaw. “My apologies, brother. I know you would never do anything. It’s just been a very stressful day.”
“I understand.” Thor nodded. He looked back at you and smiled. “I would like to thank you for what you have done for my brother. He was in a dark place before you arrived in his life, though he may not admit it. You brought out a light in him and helped him find true love. I can see how much you care about him just by the way you look at him, and for that, I am forever loyal to you.”
Thor pressed a fist to his chest and bowed humbly before you.
“Oh, my,” you stuttered. “That’s...that’s so kind of you, Thor.”
“It is the least I can do. You’re a good person. One I would trust fully.” Thor eyed Loki but Loki stood there with a stiff expression on his face. Thor sighed and shook his head, looking back at you. “Thank you for coming all the way to Asgard. I’m sure the journey was unexpected, though I’m glad you took it. It’s good to have you here.”
“I’ll admit, I’m a bit scared to be here. Your mother seemed anxious to get us here,” you said, wringing your hands together. Loki placed his hand over yours to halt your movements. You immediately sunk into his touch and tangled your hand with his. Thor watched the movement with a small grin.
“Something is going on, Thor,” Loki explained. “What is happening?”
“Something very rare and perhaps a bit unbelievable. Still, Frigga told me you would be coming. I wish I had more time to prepare for this,” Thor said, his joyful expression clouding over with something more serious and ominous. “It’s good you got here when you did. Odin has yet to arrive and we have much to discuss before he does.”
“What do you mean?” Loki asked. Thor went to speak but he paused, his eyes falling to Cooper.
“Baxter? Is that you?” Thor asked. Cooper huffed and Thor held his hands up in defense. “Sorry, your new name is Cooper. Got it.”
Your jaw dropped as you looked between Thor and Cooper. “You know my dog?”
“You know her dog?” Loki repeated, just as confused as you were.
“I do. A few years ago I stopped on Midgard and met a man who was taking care of a Golden Retriever who just gave birth. Given my connection to Goldens, I gave him my blessing over the litter. It looks like you ended up with one of them,” Thor laughed.
Cooper made a noise and Thor laughed. He crouched down and Cooper pulled himself out of your grip. He went over to Thor and began licking his face. Loki crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head.
“Unbelievable. Now I have two blonde bastard boys to deal with,” Loki murmured. You chuckled and rested your head on Loki’s arm. You watched Thor and Cooper mingle with a soft smile on your face. You couldn’t believe your luck with having adopted a dog literally blessed by Thor. You looked up at Loki and tugged on his sleeve. He gazed down at you. “What is it, sweet?”
“Your brother and Cooper are like twins,” you giggled.
“I know. It’s ridiculous,” Loki snorted. He cleared his throat and both Cooper and Thor peered back at him with wide eyes. “If you two are done licking each other’s asses, I’d like to get back to the important matter at hand before father arrives.”
“Right! I’m sorry,” Thor said, blushing as he stood back up. He took a deep breath and looked between you and Loki, his blue eyes weary. Finally, he settled his gaze on Loki. “Loki, have you noticed any changes within yourself recently?”
“Changes?” Loki asked with furrowed brows. “No, other than I’m sober now, there’s been nothing.”
“Are you sure?” Thor asked.
“Brother, stop these games! Tell me what is going on before Odin arrives!” Loki shouted. “Pardon my harshness but dammit, Thor! I am trying to protect the woman I love and I am literally in the lion’s den waiting for the beast himself to arrive!”
“Everything you do is to protect her,” Thor murmured thoughtfully, scratching his bearded chin.
“Everything, Thor,” Loki emphasized.
“He almost died for me,” you said quickly. Thor lifted his eyes to look at you and you nodded. You squeezed Loki’s hand tightly as you shuffled back and forth. “My friend - well, not really my friend anymore, she tried to kill me. She tried to use me as a sacrifice to get Loki to love her. Loki cursed her and she went to take revenge on me for it. She, uh, drew a gun. And then she tried to shoot me but Loki pushed me out of the way and took the bullet. She shot him five more times. He almost died because his defenses had been lowered.”
“You almost died?” Thor’s voice was barely a whisper as he stepped in front of Loki. The younger Prince nodded, his face set in cold lines. Thor placed a hand on Loki’s shoulder. “I am sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”
“I didn’t need protection. I didn’t even care about myself. All I wanted was to keep my love safe,” Loki explained thoughtfully. “It didn’t cross my mind that I would die. All that mattered was that she wouldn’t.”
“This friend, er, ex-friend? Whatever the relationship was, she tried to kill you to get to Loki?” Thor asked, turning his attention towards you.
“The flares,” Loki sighed. “I told you, the flares were bringing out lurking darkness in some people. She happened to be one of them. I thought me leaving Midgard would help drain my essence from her but it didn’t work.”
“I see,” Thor hummed, his face twisting into an unknown expression.
“Now you see my stress, Thor. I want to be with her more than anything but I can’t. I just put her in danger,” Loki whispered, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. You ran your hand along his arm, trying to soothe him. He opened his eyes and looked at you, and you could feel the desperate sadness inside of him.
“Are you sure?” Thor murmured. “Because I think you are missing something that is happening here.”
“What do you mean?” Loki and you both questioned at the same time.
“Loki, why have you not made her a goddess?” Thor asked with a smirk.
“Make her a goddess? I can’t just make her a goddess,” Loki scoffed.
Thor crossed his arms over his chest and his smirk grew larger, more knowing. “You can if she already is one.”
“Excuse me?” you gasped, shaking your head. “I’m a goddess? No, that’s not true. I’m just some girl from Earth. Oh, Midgard, sorry. Regardless, I grew up with a single mom in a shoebox apartment. I struggle with loans and I barely make enough money to keep my fridge stocked.”
“Perhaps I worded that poorly. You aren’t already a goddess but what if you were born to be one?” Thor said. He gestured between himself and Loki, the latter of which was staring at the ground, his lips parted in contemplative shock. “When Loki and I were born, we knew we were going to be gods.”
“Yeah, but you’re both Asgardians,” you stressed.
“No,” Loki whispered. “When Odin was searching for someone to be the God of Sex, he was asking people on Alfheim and Vanaheim as well, people who were not full Asgardians, let alone even partial Asgardians.”
“Exactly,” Thor chuckled.
Loki’s eyes flashed up to stare at his brother. “Do not jest with me brother. This...this cannot be a trick. You know what this would mean.”
“I do. Heimdall and I discussed it,” Thor said.
“You discussed it? Of course you did,” Loki sighed, running a hand down his face.
“How would that work, though?” you asked. Loki looked down at you and he could see the surprise on your face. He turned fully towards you and cupped your cheeks in his large hands. Immediately, you felt soothed in his touch, the look of adoration in his eyes grounding you to this moment.
“Sweet, do you remember what I told you that night of the thunderstorm?” he asked.
“The one with the inventive massage?” you giggled.
“Yes, that one,” Loki laughed, his face flushing a bit red. “I told you that a god can pass on one of their domains to another god, thus making them a god of that domain. If this is true, if you were born to be a goddess, then I would be able to pass one of my domains onto you.”
“So, what? You’re just going to snap your fingers and I’m going to be a goddess of...sex?” you whispered.
Loki grimaced and shook his head. “No, not sex. That domain isn’t meant for you. I can’t feel you owning it.”
“I need to sit down,’ you whispered. Loki waved his hand and a comfortable chair appeared behind you. You sat down and held your head in your hands. Your heart was pounding in your chest. This day had been way too much for you to handle. Just this morning you were crying over Loki not being in your life anymore. After being kidnapped, nearly sacrificed, bled all over by your dying lover, had amazing sex with your no longer dying lover, and being swept off to a foreign realm, Loki was telling you that you were meant to be a goddess. Panic began rising inside of you and you were trembling. Loki crouched in front of you and rubbed his hands along your thighs, hushing you. “Loki, this can’t be real. This has to be a mistake.”
“I’ll admit, I’m shocked by it too. But not unpleasantly. I’m surprised I didn’t think of it sooner,” Loki sighed. He looked over his shoulder at Thor who was watching you both with concern. “Brother, why do you think this is the case?”
“Well, you see, there -”
“Silence!”
The air in the room seemed to go still. Loki and Thor froze, staring at each other as the golden doors to the throne room swung open. You looked up and stood as a powerful presence stormed into the hall. Loki stood in front of you, that same determination from earlier flooding his features. You looked between Thor, Loki, and the new mysterious man. His gray hair hung around his face, which was fuming with anger. When you noticed that he only had one eye, you realized who it was.
Odin.
You grabbed the back of Loki’s armor as he held an arm out, further shielding you from Odin. Behind the old man, a beautiful woman gracefully glided in. You recognized her as Frigga, Loki’s mother. She closed the doors to the throne room behind her and stayed near them, her eyes swiftly moving across the room. When Odin reached your group, he nearly growled.
“Where is the girl?” he snarled.
“You will not touch her,” Loki sneered. Thor stepped forward and stood beside Loki, his arms crossed over his chest.
“She is under my protection,” Thor said. Odin gaped at his sons, who stood proud and defensive in front of you. His one eye glared between them where you were peeking out. He jabbed his finger out at you.
“You! Come here!” Odin shouted.
“Stay, beloved. There is no need to move,” Loki said.
“Beloved? Beloved? I thought she was nothing to you, Loki. Isn’t that what you told me many moons ago?” Odin asked.
“Hello Odin, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Loki, God of Lies,” Loki snorted. Thor chuckled and even you had to hold in a laugh. In the corner of the room, Frigga was shaking her head but you could see that she was amused by Loki’s comment.
“This girl has caused nothing but trouble! She must be exiled at once!” Odin shouted. “Flares on Midgard? Murderous humans? This has gone too far!”
“I agree, it has gone too far. But we have discovered a solution, father. Loki’s darling girl was born to be a goddess,” Thor said.
“What? No, this is ridiculous,” Odin said, clearly flustered. He held a hand out towards Thor. “You have no sense in you, son. Where is Gungnir? Return it at once. I am back to reclaim the throne.”
“No, I don’t think so,” Thor said, stepping forward and towering over his father. Both Loki and you widened your eyes as Thor defied his father. “You said it yourself, Odin, I’m King of Asgard until the power is returned. Quite frankly, I don’t think I’m ready to return it.”
“Why are you doing this?” Odin spat.
“Because I vowed to protect her,” Thor growled.
“Protect her? A weasley mortal? She is not a goddess, Thor! You are insane!” Odin screamed, his face red and hot as he yelled. You gripped onto Loki tighter as you watched the scene unfold. You had never seen anything so fiery, so intense in your life. You were thankful Loki was shielding you because you were sure if this got ugly, you would be caught in a serious crossfire of godly powers.
“I am not insane!” Thor rebutted. “If you listen to me then you will know I am right!”
“Thor, explain yourself,” Loki instructed, his voice calmer than you expected.
“No, do not speak,” Odin said.
“Quiet, old man!” Loki yelled. “What is the harm in letting Thor explain what he believes is the truth?”
“Because it will all be falsities,” Odin huffed.
“You do not know that until you let him speak.” Loki shrugged and gestured to Thor. “Go on, brother.”
“You have no authority to call the shots here, Loki. You are not the King,” Odin growled.
“He’s not, but I am. And I will speak,” Thor said proudly. “When I first heard of the flares, I thought that it was Loki’s magic gone wrong. Something bad was happening and the girl seemed to be the catalyst of it. Then, this man named Michael came around. Loki exiled him and once he did, something strange started happening. Loki was becoming stronger.”
“Stronger?” Loki asked. “What do you mean?”
“Have you noticed things that you used to do that would tire you out no longer doing that?” Thor asked.
“Yes, I have. Certain magic, making clones...but I thought nothing of it,” Loki murmured.
“Did you also think nothing of summoning the Bifrost?” Thor was smiling, a confident grin that you were sure he robbed from Loki.
“That is not possible,” Odin said stubbornly.
“It is. Loki called on the Bifrost several times. To and from Alfheim, to Asgard. He didn’t even realize it, I bet,” Thor bargained.
“I summoned the Bifrost? How is that possible?” Loki whispered.
“Your power is growing because of her.” Thor pointed to you and you let out an involuntary squeak. Loki whipped around and stared at you, his eyes wide. Thor stepped closer to you and gestured between you. “Those flares, Loki, that was your magic trying to latch onto her and bring out her true nature. Because she is a mortal and was not able to accept your gifts, your magic was pushed out in the form of the flares, which were trying to find someone to absorb them. It must have latched onto Michael and Gretchen because they were close to her.”
“So Michael and Gretchen were absorbing my magic because her body couldn’t accept it?” Loki murmured. “So when Michael left Asgard…”
“Your magic was not being absorbed by a source it was not meant for. You got stronger because it was being focused back into your lover. The same would happen with Gretchen,” Thor explained, his smile bright. “Loki, your beloved is meant to be a goddess. Your magic wants to bring out her true nature.”
“It’s true,” Loki whispered, looking down at you. He broke out into a wide grin and tears were dancing in his eyes. “You are meant to be a goddess.”
“But there’s more,” Thor said with excitement. “Your powers are increasing not just because she’s meant to be a goddess. She is meant to be your goddess.”
“My goddess?”
“Enough!” Odin shouted, storming forward. He grabbed Thor by his breastplate and shook him. “You are spewing lies! A mortal cannot be a goddess!”
“Why not? Loki spat. “If I, a Jotun, can be a god then why can she not be a goddess?”
“Because...because they just cannot!” Odin said, pushing Thor away and scrambling around. He was muttering to himself and you wrapped your arms around Loki, trying to keep him in front of you. You could feel his heart pounding beneath his skin and you just realized then how startling this was for him as well.
“Tell me why mortals can’t be gods and I will drop this entire thing,” Thor demanded.
“Because they are weak and feeble and useless,” Odin growled, his one eye staring at you. You could feel his hatred, the pure lividness he held because you were here in his throne room. No, you would not accept this. Not if you were meant to be a goddess. You wouldn’t let him walk all over you just because you were from a different planet. You unlatched your arms from Loki and lifted your chin.
“No, we’re not,” you said, stepping out from behind Loki. “How dare you say that?”
“How dare you speak to me?” Odin sneered.
“I will speak to whoever I want to speak to because I am Loki’s beloved and I will not accept any slander towards me,” you hissed. Loki raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed, as you stepped forward towards Odin. “Yes, I’m from Earth but that does not make me weak.”
“How dare you come close to me, you little rat,” Odin snarled. He grabbed your arm and tugged you but Loki was on him in an instant, dagger pressed to his throat. Thor had pushed you behind his large body, his stance ready for attack. Cooper, who had been mostly quiet until this point, was advancing on Odin, his teeth bared and his fur sticking up from fury.
“You will not lay a finger on her or else I will slit your throat right where you stand,” Loki growled. He pushed Odin away but kept his dagger out. Cooper remained in front of Odin, a constant growl vibrating from his golden chest. “If she is meant to be a goddess, then it does not matter whether she is mortal or not.”
“It does matter! Mortals cannot be gods and that is final,” Odin groaned.
“You hate mortals so much. It…” Loki paused, his face lighting up with realization. “That is why you have pushed Midgard away from us. They are not distant from us by accident. You have alienated them from us on purpose!”
Frigga smiled in the corner, her eyes lit with a knowing look.
“You are correct,” Odin huffed, straightening his robes. “They are too weak to be gods. It was better for them to be pushed away.”
“Do you truly hate the mortals, father?” Loki whispered. Odin did not budge but Loki could only assume his silence was confirmation. “If you hated them, why would you try to protect them when the flares started? You told me I had to take care of my followers.”
“I knew what the flares were,” Odin murmured. “I knew it was your magic trying to find your goddess but I also knew the side effects of what was happening. If I told you about the bad things occurring, I hoped your common sense would kick in and you would leave in order to avoid the darkness from happening.”
“You knew this whole time that she was a goddess and you never said anything,” Loki nearly cried, the pain in his voice so sharp that it hurt you to hear him this way. “This could have been avoided if you just told me what she was! The flares would have never gotten so large, so dark! She would be one of us now! She would have never gotten hurt! That’s why you were so insistent that I marry Princess Kassandra, wasn’t it? I would be strapped down to her and never able to find my true partner just because she was Midgardian.”
“How many Midgardians would have been gods if it was not for you?” Thor asked suddenly, his blue eyes filled with rage towards Odin.
“Oh, do not pretend as if it was all my fault. It has been this way since before I was the King.” Odin rolled his eye but Thor just shook his head.
“But you had the chance to fix that. No one was stopping you,” Thor said.
“Face it, Thor. Some realms are not worthy enough to be gods,” Odin said with a casual shrug.
“Is that why you only asked people of Asgard, Vanaheim, and Alfheim to take the mantle of God of Sex?” Loki asked.
“Yes,” Odin said bitterly. “Those realms are the only ones worthy of becoming gods.”
“What about Jotunheim?” Loki growled. When Odin stayed quiet, Loki held out his knife and roared, “what about Jotunheim?!”
“No!” Odin shouted in defeat. “The Jotuns are barbarians, monsters. They are not civilized enough to be gods. They do not hold the sophistication.”
“What about me, father? Or should I say, uncle? What about me?” Loki hissed. His eyes were glowing red, something you had seen only once before. At the time, you thought it was a trick of the light but now you could see that his eyes were actually glowing like rubies. Thor held onto you tighter as Loki crept upon his father. The room was getting colder and you gripped Thor, squeezing his arm. Loki shook his head as he leaned over Odin. “What about me?”
“You are not just Jotun. You have other -”
“What about me?!” Loki screamed. “Am I a barbarian? Am I a monster? Am I not good enough to be a god? Do you hate me, Odin? Do you hate me as much as you hate the Frost Giants?”
“No! You...you are different. But you are reckless! You always have been!” Odin fought back.
“I was never reckless. I was young, that is what boys do,” Loki growled.
“Who are you kidding, Loki? You were a horrid child! Always getting into things. Always messing with magic you did not deserve. You were a mess, a reckless brat. You caused me more trouble than I wanted. I never even wanted you!” Odin shouted. You sucked in a breath and Thor froze. You watched Loki’s face fall as Odin poked his wrinkled finger into his chest. “You were the worst thing that had happened to me. I never wanted you, Loki. The only reason I took you in was because of Frigga. I would have sent you back to Jotunheim if I could so you could freeze amongst the rocks. Even now you are just too much trouble! You cannot control your powers! You are fucking mortals! You are not a god! I should have gone for you myself that night of the attempted murder!”
“What?” Loki whispered, his knife clattering to the floor. You covered your mouth with your hand at what Odin just admitted. “That...that night...the assassination...you sent the guard to kill me?”
“Is this true, Odin?” Frigga said finally, stepping forward from her shadowed corner. “Did you try to kill my son?”
Odin looked between them as if he was trying to realize what he had just said. Finally, he sighed and shook his head. “I was exhausted of him, Frigga. He was too much work, too much recklessness. But even worse, I could see the power he would possess. I had to end it.”
“If you wanted to end my power, why would you give me another title?” Loki questioned. You looked between Thor and Loki and quickly bolted over to where Loki was. You grabbed onto him, holding his hand to keep him stable. He squeezed your hand tightly and you winced, but continued holding onto him.
“I searched far and wide for someone that would take the role of God of Sex so it wouldn’t be you.” Odin’s eye landed on you. “But you were destined for it and everyone could feel they weren’t meant for the part. Hundreds of people wanted it but they could not take it when you were destined for it. I had to give it to you because you knew you were meant for it too, deep down. Being the God of Sex opened you up to meeting your goddess but I hoped that your focus on being the best god you could be would prevent you from searching her out. You stumbled upon her by destiny, it seems. I didn’t want you to be that powerful. I never wanted you to grow into a fully mature god. You didn’t deserve it, a Jotun. So I sent the guard to kill you before that power could manifest when you were a child but you killed him first.”
“I hate you,” Loki said simply. Cooper began howling and then he jumped forward, attacking Odin with bites and scratches to his legs. Loki let Cooper attack Odin, a smug grin on his face as the dog protected him. When Cooper backed down, Thor came forward.
“So not only have you tried to prevent mortals from fulfilling their roles as gods but you also tried to kill your son,” Thor said with a sad laugh. He waved his hand and Gungnir formed in his fist. He slammed it against the ground and the doors to the throne room opened, guards flowing in. “Odin of Asgard, you are under arrest for treason.”
“Treason?” Odin scoffed.
“You tried to kill the crowned Prince of Asgard, which is a form of treason. And as King of Asgard, I have the authority to declare this decision,” Thor said.
“Frigga, stop this boy,” Odin said, turning to his wife. Frigga stood there, shaking her head. She looked at the guards and waved them forward. Odin gasped. “Frigga!”
“You tried to kill Loki. You will never have my forgiveness,” Frigga said, approaching Odin. “But if we’re being honest, I never loved you to begin with, Odin. I married you because I knew what you were doing to the mortals. Then, I had the foresight of you holding back a powerful god - my son. I married you to put an end to this. It was my duty ever since I was a young girl. And now, the end is here. I am glad.”
“Frigga,” Odin whispered, his voice shot and broken.
“Thor will take care of the realms and fix the wrongs you have done. I give complete authority to him to receive the full title of King of Asgard and Allfather.” Frigga waved her hand and a gold shimmer covered Thor. He grinned and slammed Gungnir on the ground.
“You have betrayed Asgard, Odin. And for that, you will be charged with treason and sentenced for trial. But just to be sure that you can’t stop anything…” Thor turned to Loki. “Would you do the honors, brother?”
“Gladly,” Loki growled. He stepped forward and held both of his hands out. His eyes glowed green and Odin began gasping, writhing in pain. A gold stream spilled from his body and into Loki’s hands. Odin grabbed his throat, his hands, his body, trying to hold in what Loki was stripping from him. When the last of the golden stream disappeared, Odin collapsed into the guards’ arms.
“By the authority of I, Thor Allfather, Prince Loki of Asgard has stripped you of your powers. Now you are just like those weak, meager mortals you are so against,” Thor snickered. Loki smirked and returned to your side, the glow in his eyes fading.
“Son…”
“I’m not your son and you are not my father. Our relationship was over once you declared you tried to kill my brother. Guards, take this prisoner to the dungeons. I’ll deal with him later,” Thor said. The guards nodded and tugged a kicking and screaming Odin from the throne room. Once he was gone, Frigga took a sigh of relief and turned back to Loki.
“Loki?” she whispered.
“He tried to kill me,” Loki sighed. He buried his head in your hair and while you didn’t know what to say, you could at least provide this basic comfort for him. “I hate him.”
“I’m so sorry, Loki,” you whispered, clinging to Loki. His body trembled in your touch and you could feel him living through all the trauma once again. Everything was silent for a few minutes. Cooper was rubbing his cheek against Loki’s leg, whimpering softly. You shut your eyes and hugged him tighter. “This chapter is closed. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
“He’s gone,” Frigga reassured him, backing your statement.
“Was it true, mother? You married him to save the realms?” Thor asked, earning a nod from Frigga. “Mother, you are a badass.”
“Thank you, son,” Frigga giggled. She placed her hand on Loki’s arm. “Do not listen to Odin. You are an amazing god. You are valuable and powerful just as you are.”
“I know,” Loki whispered, lifting his head. “I just can’t believe my own father would do that.”
“That man was never your father, not really,” Frigga said. “I’m sorry you had to suffer through this.”
“It is okay.” Loki looked down at you and folded his hand in yours. “I have my beloved. I will be okay. The past is the past. Finding out who was behind this was not what I expected but I believe it was the closure I needed. My darling is right, this chapter is closed.”
“I love you, Loki,” you whispered.
“I love you too, pet,” Loki said with a wink. You rested your head against his arm, glad that Odin was finally out of the throne room. Everything that happened was...a lot. You were drained and you wanted to lay down, but there were still answers that you needed.
“So, a goddess, huh?” you said with an awkward laugh.
“Yes. It seems Thor was not able to finish explaining it all,” Frigga said, clasping her hands together. “Loki has become incredibly powerful because he has met you. You two were meant to be together because your domains are intertwined, meaning you make each other stronger.”
“She made me more powerful with magic and I...I showed her love, how to love herself, how to be herself - how to stand up to Odin, my feisty pet,” Loki chuckled. Frigga nodded with a small smile. Loki sighed. “But what could she be?”
“Yeah, I don’t know what kind of domain I could be in charge of,” you said shyly.
“Think about it. Is there something that connects you both?” Frigga asked.
“Sex,” Loki snickered.
“But what is most necessary in sex?” Frigga pressed on.
Loki froze, his eyes widening as he recalled what he had told you so long ago.
Trust is a key with sex. If you do not trust your partner, where is the intimacy? I never force anyone to trust me. That would be an abuse of power. I sort of just watch over the bonds of fidelity, you know? Trust, fidelity, loyalty - it is all the same and I reside over all of those domains. You need them to have the pure rawness and power of sex.
“Trust,” Loki said softly. “You need to have trust.”
You both stood there and suddenly, everything made sense. The way you were so easily able to mix with Loki, how you would always be willing to engage in what he gave you, how even after everything, you trusted him completely. Loki thought back to all of the people who had mentioned they trusted you. Heimdall...Thor...Kassandra...Alvana…
Heimdall shielded you...Thor protected you from Odin...Kassandra gifted you the Livets Blomst...Alvana trusted you with her precious supplies...
They felt it within you, the trust that you naturally held. The way that you were able to radiate that feeling of natural loyalty. They felt it because they were higher beings, powerful beings that could see beyond what the mortals could.
How many times had Loki asked you if you trusted him? Thousands, perhaps, which was unique considering not many people trusted a being designated the God of Mischief and Lies. But every time he asked that, you answered with complete confidence that you did trust him. He had held knives to your neck, had his hand squeezed around your throat, bruised you, flogged you, fucked you in the most brutal ways possible and you loved it. You loved it because you trusted him with your entire heart. It was that trust that opened up all of the sexual experiences you had together. Without trust, there is no intimacy. Loki was strong because of your support and your abilities. You held the power of trust within you. It was why you and Loki meshed so well together. Thor was right. It was destiny that had brought you together.
“Is that why I heard you above all others that first night? Why I felt so compelled to come to you?” Loki asked, looking down at you.
“Yes,” Frigga said with a nod. “It was your natural connection calling to you. It was why you couldn’t stay away from each other, despite living so far away and existing in such different lives. You were meant to be together. I knew Odin did not want this connection to happen so I kept him away so it could flourish. And the flares, well, you had to overcome them. You had to prove that you were stronger than the challenges thrown at you. In the end, you two always came back together. You are intertwined.”
“The Goddess of Trust,” you whispered. “I’m...the Goddess of Trust.”
“Well, only if Loki passes it on to you,” Thor said with a laugh.
“Of course I would,” Loki cheered. He grabbed your hands and kissed them. “Do you know what this means?”
“That I have a lot of work cut out for me?”
“Yes,” Loki laughed. “By becoming a goddess, you become like me. You’ll live as long as me.”
“Oh my gosh,” you whispered. “We can be together?”
“Until the end of our days,” Loki promised. He looked up at Frigga. “If she becomes a goddess, what does that mean for the flares on Midgard?”
“The magic looking to enter someone will finally be able to enter her body. It will help her grow into her true nature,” Frigga answered. “And they will disappear from the realm and will not return, if she accepts the position, after all.”
Loki looked back at you and you could see the excitement in his eyes. He wanted this so badly, to be with you, to see you become this great being. But you had no idea what that meant - what you had to do, become, be. Were you ready for this? You saw the power that Loki and Thor had, would that become of you too? Were you truly destined to be this person?
Up until now, your life was a mess. You were stumbling through it with no direction. Now, you knew what was expected of you. You could say yes and be with Loki forever, be the Goddess of Trust. You could grow stronger in a way you never believed. But you could also reject it, turn away from this burden of a responsibility. This wasn’t your life, it never was. You were meant to live on Earth in your apartment with your dog while creating art. A goddess...it didn’t seem real.
Loki squeezed your hands and you looked back up at him. He pulled you in and settled his hands on your waist. Then, he bent down and kissed you. He kissed you in front of the most important people in his life, as if he was declaring that you were his and he was yours. You kissed him back, holding onto his armor with a tight grip. When he pulled back, you could feel everyone’s eyes on you - Thor’s, Frigga’s, Cooper’s.
But more importantly, you could see the love in Loki’s eyes - the love he held for you and you alone. But Loki didn’t just love you now. He had always loved you, even when you were believed to only be any other mortal. To Loki, you were always special, you were always the person he wanted to be with. And you loved him. You loved him more than you had ever loved anyone or anything before. In his hands was the life you had always wanted to live - a life that was intertwined with Loki. This was your chance, but were you prepared for what would come with it.
You swallowed the lump in your throat when Loki smiled at you, his voice smooth as he spoke.
“So what do you say, my love? Are you willing to become the Goddess of Trust?”
Notes:
IS SHE GOING TO SAY YES?!?!
I've been hinting at this the entire fic and if you were reading closely and connecting the dots, I already told you this would happen back in chapter 11. Did ya catch it? Did ya see it coming?
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Chapter 34: A Single Decision To Change The Universe
Summary:
You have a big decision to make and you aren’t really sure what you’re going to do about it. Loki takes you to his chambers for a motivational pep talk and to share a secret of his own
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Loki must have seen the hesitation and debate that was written across your face because he quickly straightened his back and cleared his throat.
“You do not need to answer now,” Loki said, squeezing your hands. “I understand that this was a lot to find out.”
“Your darling has had a long day,” Frigga said, placing one hand on Loki’s back. Loki looked over his shoulder, a startled look on his face. It was almost as if he had forgotten that there were other people in the throne room aside from you. Had he really been that enraptured by this thought...this possibility? Frigga gave Loki a motherly look and he nodded.
“She has,” Loki murmured, turning back to you. “Come, beloved. Let’s go see my chambers. I know I promised you a tour of the realm but that can wait, can it?”
“Of course,” you said softly. You turned and curtsied to Frigga and Thor. “Thank you for your hospitality.” You paused and lowered your gaze. “And I’m sorry for all of the trouble I’ve caused.”
You could feel Cooper rubbing his cheek against your leg as Thor snorted. He crossed his large arms over his chest and chuckled.
“Nonsense. There is no reason to apologize,” Thor said.
You felt your cheeks growing heated. “But the flares -”
“It’s not your fault,” Thor stated. “It never was. It was no one’s fault but Odin’s. None of this would have ever happened if he had just been honest with Loki from the beginning.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Loki asked Frigga, his large hand sliding along your back. To anyone else, it would look like he was just touching you. But you knew what was really happening. He was seeking the heat of your body, the calmness you brought him. He needed your comfort. You sunk into his touch as Frigga sighed. When she stayed quiet, Loki gave her a pleading look. His voice was soft, strained, as he spoke. “Mother, please.”
“I wanted to tell you what was going on the moment you went to Midgard. You had found her, your goddess, your soulmate. I was ecstatic,” Frigga said with a fond grin as she looked between you. “The destiny of our realms was changing, but the only way for it to change was for you and Thor to discover what was going on yourselves. That way Odin could be dethroned and your beloved could become our first Midgardian goddess, thus opening the gateway for the rest of the realms to take their claims in the pantheon as well. I had to hold Odin back myself or else he would have come and hurt her, maybe even killed her. If I had just told you what was going on, the connection would have been severed. Odin would have discovered what was happening. Your beloved would have been slaughtered. The realms would be thrown into war if the news got out. You would have been tossed back into a marriage with Princess Kassandra to cover up what happened.”
“That’s grim,” Thor huffed.
“You see why I could not tell you, right?” Frigga whispered. Loki nodded, his face sad and dark. You nestled yourself into the side of his body and he held onto you tighter. Frigga clasped her hands together. “Very well, then. You two go. Take all the time you need.”
“Thank you,” you said.
“Thank you, mother,” Loki said. He turned to Thor and stepped forward. He pulled Thor into a big hug, one with far too much loud back clapping. When Loki stepped back, he took a grand bow in front of Thor. “And thank you, my King.”
“My loyal subject,” Thor snickered.
Loki rolled his eyes but laughed as he took your hand in his. “Speaking of which, what will we be doing for your coronation, Your Majesty?”
Thor frowned and scratched the back of his head. “I don’t want one. I will announce the transition of power and that is it.”
“What? No festivals? No late night parties? No fanfare?” Loki questioned with a raised brow.
“No, I don’t want any of that,” Thor said with a soft smile. “Let the realm celebrate as they please. I don’t need to participate. There is a lot of work to be done. Once the realms have been mended and our problems solved, then and only then can we celebrate my crowning.”
“I know I’ve told you this before, brother, but you will make an amazing king,” Loki said, bowing more respectfully this time. “And I am honored to be by your side through it all.”
“Thank you, Loki,” Thor said. When Loki pulled himself back up, Thor jutted his chin towards the throne room doors. “Now go, you rascal! Your darling dearest is surely ready to have some alone time with you.”
“You’ve got that right,” you giggled, resting your head on Loki’s arm as you winked at Thor. Frigga chuckled softly as Loki’s cheeks turned a pale pink color. You pulled yourself up and curtsied before Thor and Frigga. “Thank you for your kindness, my King, Queen Mother.”
“You’re a good fit for Asgard, sweetheart,” Frigga cooed. “But we are your family now. Such formalities are not necessary.”
“Family? But I haven’t made a decision yet,” you stuttered.
“It is no matter,” Thor said. “You are with Loki. You are family to us no matter what you choose.”
“Thank you,” you whispered.
“Come, sweet. Let us go,” Loki said. He nodded once more to his brother and mother before pulling you close. He led you out of the throne room, a confident swagger in his step. Cooper was on your tail, waddling behind you as Loki led you through the corridors.
The walk to Loki’s chambers was particularly quiet. You weren’t exactly sure what to say. Things had changed drastically in these last 12 hours - wait, had it only been 12 hours? You didn’t even know what time it was. Your mind was cluttered with far too much information and changes that it was almost overwhelming to a point of anxiety inducing. Your palm was sweating, and you knew Loki felt it, and you were sure he could also feel your need to bite your lip and wring your hands together.
At least the palace was providing you some beautiful sights to gaze at during your silent walk. The marble floors were practically reflecting your image back at you with how shiny they were. Artwork covered the walls - paintings, mosaics, sculptures. You gaped as you stared at them, getting lost in the beauty of each piece. Large windows in the corridors offered generous streams of sunlight to slant through the glass and illuminate the halls. Somewhere in the castle, you could hear music, the sounds of armored feet walking, and even some giggles. Loki looked down at you and smiled at the look on your face.
“Do you like it, pet?” Loki asked.
“Absolutely,” you gasped, tilting your head up to look at the tall ceilings, which were also covered in paintings. “There’s more gold in this palace than there is on Earth, I think.”
“You’re probably right about that,” Loki chuckled. “Though I’m terrified to learn how Asgard came about all of this gold.”
“You don’t know? But you’re the Prince? Shouldn’t you know?” you asked, turning up to look at him.
Loki grimaced and shook his head. “I’ve learned that a lot of the history of Asgard has been hidden from Thor and I. Gods and goddesses being destined for one another, Midgard being pushed aside, the fact that Midgard can even have gods and goddesses...I feel like I’ve failed.”
“Why do you say that?” you asked.
“I’m supposed to be one of the smartest people in the realms and yet I could not figure any of this out,” Loki sighed.
You swung yourself in front of Loki and stopped in place. You cupped his cheeks and brushed your fingers over his cheekbones. He nuzzled himself into your touch, sighing softly. This powerful god was so vulnerable in your touch and it made your heart melt. He had broken your heart but he managed to put it back together again and fill it with even more love. Now, you wanted to heal the scars that his heart had. You knew that some were fresh, reopened today, and if you had the ability to make him feel better, you would.
After all, you were apparently his soulmate. That had to mean something.
“It’s not your fault that things were shielded from you,” you said quietly. Loki opened his eyes and rested his hand over yours. You smiled as he stroked his thumb over your knuckles. “But now you know that things aren’t what they seem and you have the chance to fix that, to learn from it. You have a long life to live, Loki. You can do a lot with that.”
“I want you to live it with me,” Loki whispered. He shook his head and pulled out of your touch. He folded your hand into the bend of his elbow and began walking again. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have brought it up. I don’t want to pressure you.”
“Loki -”
“Thank you,” he said earnestly, looking down at you. “I appreciate what you said. You’re far too kind to me.”
“I’m kind to you because I love you,” you said with a bright smile.
“I love you endlessly, little one,” Loki whispered as he pressed a kiss to your temple. You continued to walk through the corridors until you reached a large set of doors at the end of a hallway. Loki placed a hand on the doorknob and swung it open. He led you inside and closed the door behind you, sealing it with a lock. “Here it is, pet. Welcome to my chambers.”
Loki’s room was huge. You walked slowly into the room, taking in your surroundings. Spread throughout the large chamber were small sitting areas, a dining room, desks, bookshelves, a fireplace, and more lounging couches than you could imagine. Small carts littered with drinks, small plates of food and delicacies were scattered near all of the sitting areas. You thought, given Loki’s taste in clothing, that his room would be dark. It was quite the opposite. The walls were a pale gold color that helped reflect the sunlight streaming in from the three balconies on the far side of the room. The decorations and drapes were a forest green color, accented by flecks of gold and black. Standing here, you really got a taste of who Loki was and you felt quite bad that he was shoved into your cramped apartment for so long when this gracious space was waiting here for him.
“What are those?” you asked, pointing to the collection of doors on the opposite end of the room.
“Bathroom, my personal library, a small room for answering prayers, some storage, and my lab,” Loki said, pointing to each one of the doors. You noticed he actually looked a bit nervous as you surveyed the room. Really, this was the first time you were ever in his private space. It was endearing and you smiled softly.
“Your lab?” you asked.
“For testing spells, making potions, studying magic...a lot can go wrong in the practice of magic. I’ve blown up quite a few things,” Loki chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall.
“I’m in love with a mad scientist,” you giggled. “You’d give Doctor Emmett Brown a run for his money.”
“Hey, don’t knock the guy. He figured out time travel,” Loki laughed. You rolled your eyes, still amazed at how much Loki knew about pop culture on Midgard. You continued walking through Loki’s room, taking in all of the little details that were given away through the way he lived. Loki whistled and opened one of the doors for Cooper. The dog quickly ran inside and you noticed a collection of dog beds and chew toys. When Loki closed the door, you gave him a quizzical look. “I rearranged one of the spare rooms to be his room. I figured we’d like some privacy and he would appreciate a quiet place of his own.”
“That’s very thoughtful of someone who doesn’t like my dog,” you laughed.
“I do like him, he’s just a brat,” Loki huffed.
You rolled your eyes as you turned and came to a pause. There was a shelf full of thin objects. You walked over to it and pulled one out. You smirked when you noticed it was a David Bowie record. You pulled another one out and laughed when you saw it was one from Queen.
“Let me guess. You collect albums that you helped write?” you asked, shaking the two records.
Loki nodded with a nostalgic grin. “Albums I helped with, songs I inspired, artists I hung out with, artists that I…”
“Artists that you...?”
“Fucked.”
“Got it.” You were in fits of giggles at Loki’s embarrassed expression as you slid the records back into their respective spot on the shelf.
You continued your exploration quietly as you walked over to the large bed on the other side of the room. It was a four-post bed with dark green sheets on it. It was easily large enough to fit six people. You ran your hand over the blankets and hummed at their warmth. You imagined Loki taking you in this bed, how good it would feel to have these soft blankets beneath your nude body as Loki pounded into you. You gripped the sheets between your small fist as Loki pressed against you from behind. His lips found the side of your neck and you sighed, tilting your head to give him more access.
“Do you like my bed, little one?” Loki whispered as his hands roamed your body. You moaned and nodded, your lip between your teeth. “I can’t wait to fuck you in it. To see you naked on my sheets, writhing on my cock as I thrust into you nice and hard...mmm...”
“I was thinking the same thing,” you admitted. Before your eyes could flutter closed due to Loki’s talented mouth, you caught sight of his disturbed blankets towards the top of the bed. They were ruffled, as if someone had been laying on them. Beside his bed was a cart full of empty glass and crystal bottles of different shapes and sizes. You frowned and pulled away from Loki.
“What is it, pet?” Loki asked as you walked over to the cart. You picked up one of the bottles and sniffed it. The strong smell of alcohol flooded your nose. You placed the bottle back down with shaky hands. Loki was looking at you, a guilty look on his face. “It was a rough month or so.”
“When you were gone, I tried not to think about you. It hurt me too much. But I couldn’t help but wonder what you were doing...what I did wrong...where you were...who you were with...I don’t know, I guess I thought you were okay.” You tapped the bottle with one finger, your nail clinking the glass. “I was wrong. You were hurting. You turned to alcohol. You…”
You began crying, tears soaking your face. Loki immediately ran around the bed and pulled you into his arms. You buried your face in his chest and cried. The thought of Loki drowning his sorrows in alcohol, poisoning his body, it broke you. You grabbed his tunic and shook your head.
“Please don’t do that again,” you cried.
“I’m not going anywhere, beloved. I promise, I -”
“Not that.”
“What?” Loki looked down at you. You peered up at him through wet eyelashes. Your eyes were red as your lip trembled. You poked his breastplate and let out a sob.
“Do not make yourself suffer again. Don’t hurt yourself with this.” You gestured to the empty liquor cart. “Don’t put yourself through that. I can’t stand knowing you were in pain.”
Loki let out an involuntary chuckle as he kissed the top of your head. “It won’t happen again, pet. I swear it.”
“Good,” you said, wiping your eyes. You paused and looked away, a hot flush on your face. “And...and if I say no to being the Goddess of Trust? What will happen then?”
“Do you want to say no?” Loki murmured, his voice visibly distant. You shrunk back and walked across the room. You plopped down onto the first couch you saw and curled your legs up beside you, making yourself as small as possible. You ran your hands down your face and shrugged.
“I don’t know,” you whispered. Loki walked over to the couch and sat down beside you. Immediately, you curled against him. He ran his hand along your arm as he held you. You didn’t want to look up at his face. You didn’t want to see the disappointment that he might hold because of your indecisiveness. You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to say yes, to join in this life with him. But there was something stopping you from agreeing.
“Can you tell me what’s going on in your mind, little one?” Loki asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Do you...do you still doubt my love for you because of what happened this month?”
“Oh, Loki. No, that’s not it at all. I know you love me and I love you so much,” you said.
“Then what is holding you back from becoming the Goddess of Trust?” Loki questioned.
“Because it’s too good to be true,” you admitted. “Me? Born to be a goddess? Loki, I’m not sure if that’s who I really am. I’m a girl from Earth who has lived a mundane life. I don’t know anything about being a goddess. You’re so powerful and you’ve been training your entire life to be a god. How am I supposed to become one out of nowhere? I literally put my trust in someone who wanted to kidnap me and someone else who wanted to sacrifice me. Clearly I don’t have good judgement in trust. How can I be a goddess of this?”
“It seems trust has manifested itself inside of you in such a way that you want to feel it for everyone. When I became the God of Mischief, all I wanted was to spread chaos everywhere. Even when I became the God of Sex, sexual temptations were all that I felt. You learn to understand which urges and which feelings to listen to and which to ignore. This will all come with training,” Loki promised you.
“I don’t know how I could possibly be any good at this,” you sighed, your lip trembling.
“Pet,” Loki said, placing a finger under your chin and tilting your face up to look at him. His eyes were warm though you couldn’t read his expression. He bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling back and smiling softly. “You worry too much.”
“Worry too much?” you scoffed. “You’re the one who told me about the stress of answering prayers and being a deity!”
“Yes, but that is my domain, not yours,” Loki objected.
“What do you mean?” you asked. Loki picked up your hand and began playing with it. He toyed with your fingers, brushing his fingertips over your skin as he spoke.
“All of the gods are different. Some of us are very interactive gods where we travel and interact personally with our followers. Some of us watch from afar and answer prayers. Others just...exist. They answer prayers but not as frequently,” Loki explained. “My brother, for example, is the God of Thunder. He doesn’t answer many prayers. Instead, he travels across the realms, educates himself, and interacts with his followers to understand their climates, their crops, and what they need from him. Sure, every once and a while he’ll visit his temple but for the most part, he’s a traveling god. As the God of Sex, I answer many, many prayers. It isn’t wise for me to travel and interact with many of my followers considering the domain I look over.”
“That didn’t stop you,” you giggled.
“Cheeky thing. Not with you, no,” Loki laughed. “But I answer many, many prayers. However, as the God of Mischief, I rarely answer prayers. My existence is enough to keep the realms in balance. Yes, I answer some followers and direct energy into certain places but otherwise, who I am is what keeps mischief at bay.”
“So what does this mean for me?” you asked.
“As the Goddess of Trust, you will be like my mischief. Your existence is enough to enforce the truth of trust. I will not lie, you will answer prayers. You will have to pay attention and ensure that trust is given and taken in the way it should. It will be some work, but think of the good you’ll do,” Loki said, holding your hands tighter. “There is currently no god or goddess with their main domain as trust. I hold onto the branch under my title of God of Sex. But with the two of us together, we will both be stronger. Trust in these realms will grow - loyalty, kindness, all because you simply exist. The two of us, in pair, guarantee that sex is pure, is trusting and that trust is intimate and passionate. We complete each other.”
“My existence will strengthen trust,” you murmured to yourself. “This is surreal.”
“I know. It’s also very strange to me,” Loki admitted with an embarrassed laugh. He squeezed your hands and you looked into his eyes. They were wet with unshed tears. You reached up and cupped his face and Loki settled his hands on your waist. “I know you might not be ready for this. I understand if that’s the case. It is overwhelming to you but please, pet, please know that you aren’t alone. Your responsibilities won’t just crash onto your shoulders. You will have my mother, my brother, and myself to help you through this. We will train you and show you everything you need to know. Being the Goddess of Trust will be as easy as breathing before you know it. With this life, you will be stronger, I will be stronger, and we will stay together. If you don’t feel like you can handle it, then I respect that. Just know that I support you and love you no matter what you choose.”
“If I say yes, then what will happen?” you whispered.
“First, we will train. Thor will perform the exchange ceremony where I pass my domain onto you. This will also give you the lifespan of a goddess, one that is equal to mine. A temple will be resurrected for you. You will live here with me, or in your own chambers if you choose, and you and I will spend thousands of years with one another. We will get married, start a family, and be together the way we always imagined,” Loki explained with a smile that exposed how badly he wanted this.
“And if I say no?” you asked. Loki’s smile faltered. It was a bit less bright now, but he held his lips quirked up.
“Then I will bring you home. I will stay on Asgard and try to mend the flares. I will visit you every few months until the flares are gone. And once they are, we will try to contain my magic through sporadic visits and a lot of concentration on my part. We’ll still get married. We can try to start a family. But if we can’t do that, then we will still live a long and happy life together until…” Loki looked away and you could see him swallowing. You knew what he was going to say - until you pass away.
You had two very clear options here - live an eternal life with Loki but with more responsibility than you ever imagined or go back to the life you knew and were used to, but you had to sacrifice Loki on the way. You could pick the easy way out, the way you knew. You would be miserable without Loki but he wouldn’t be totally gone. He’d still be there, just not as frequently. You could get used to it, especially knowing how much he loved you even if you weren’t a goddess.
However, if you did choose to become the Goddess of Trust, you would have to adjust to a life you weren’t sure you were cut out for. It would involve stress, training, and maintaining the pillars of trust throughout the Nine Realms. But through it all, you would have Loki. You would have a life with him that you could only dream of back on Earth. And a family - you could have a family with Loki. You could see him become the father of your child.
“This is a lot to think about,” you sighed. “So much has changed in the past day. Just this morning I was crying over the fact that you had left me. Now I’m sitting beside you being told I’m the Goddess of Trust. This is a lot.”
“It’s who you are, pet,” Loki said.
“I don’t even know who I am anymore,” you laughed sadly.
“You’re...you’re you. You’re my beloved. You’re Cooper’s best girl. You’re an artist, a lover, a horrid snorer. You’re funny and charming and you hate bras. You’re so giving, almost too giving at times, but you give with your whole heart. You are the center of my universe, the woman I would do anything for, and somewhere in there, you’re the Goddess of Trust. It’s why you trust me to do what I do to you. It’s why you’re gentle and kind and tender. It’s why our souls are intertwined,” Loki whispered. He pressed his lips together and shifted off of the couch. He knelt on one leg between your thighs and looked up at you. “Discovering who you are is a difficult journey. Sometimes when you’re faced with who you are, that true identity almost feels like it’s someone else, someone who you aren’t meant to be. It’s scary to look in the mirror and see someone who you never saw before. But we are always evolving, changing, growing. If we do not embrace that change, then we will never become who we are meant to be. The Goddess of Trust is who you are...and this is who I am…”
Loki shut his eyes and you watched as a glimmer ran over his body. He transformed before your very eyes. Loki was growing taller and his skin was changing pigment. Instead of his usual pale creaminess, Loki’s skin was turning a distinct shade of icy blue. Lines etched themselves into his skin, creating patterns and whorls across his body. His hair grew longer, falling down to his chest. And from that hair, two large, black horns sprouted out from his scalp. They were thick and bent with an elegant curve. When Loki opened his eyes, they were bright red.
“This is who I am, a Jotun at heart,” Loki whispered. “When I discovered that I was a Frost Giant, I could not accept that it was real. This blue man could not be me. But slowly, through the love and help of others, I came to see that this was a part of me, and it always had been. It was just a part of me that I was now learning about. I was still me, an Asgardian, but I was also now Vanir and Jotun - more so Jotun than the other parts. The Vanir wasn’t visible, this was. And this was who I had to learn to love. And that is what is happening to you, my sweet. You have always been destined to be this brilliant, powerful goddess, you are only finding out about it now.”
“Oh, Loki,” you whispered.
“I’ve wanted to show you who I really am since that morning you woke me from my slumber and I, well, strangled you.” Loki blushed, and it turned his cheeks a beautiful indigo color. You longed to reach out and stroke his cheeks, feel that blush beneath your fingers, touch the lines on his face.
“You’re so beautiful,” you sighed. “May I touch you?”
“You may,” Loki said with a nod.
You reached forward and cupped Loki’s cheeks with your hands. Loki shut his eyes and relaxed into your touch. His skin felt a bit cooler than usual, but it certainly wasn’t terribly cold or unbearable. You traced the markings on his face and ran your fingers along his hair. You brushed his dark lips and over his long eyelashes. Slowly, you moved off the couch to kneel on the floor in front of him. You ran your hands over his plated chest and with a glow, his torso was bare for you. You continued your exploration of his body with wide eyes.
“I love you so much, Loki,” you said softly. He opened his eyes and you felt your breath catch in your throat as you looked into his glowing ruby irises. You stroked your thumb under his eye and smiled. “I saw your eyes turn red once. It was when Michael gave me flowers. I thought it was a trick of the light. Then I saw them turn red in the throne room before. Now I see why. It’s part of who you are as a Jotun.”
“Are you afraid?” he questioned hesitantly.
You shook your head. “I could never be afraid of you, Loki. This is who you are.”
And that’s when it hit you. This is who he was - a part of him he had discovered at some point in his life that he couldn’t see otherwise. That was what you were. The Goddess of Trust was a part of you that you couldn’t see, nor could the rest of the world. You had to discover it and embrace it. And you wouldn’t be alone when doing so. Loki would be with you and he loved you more than anything. You could take this leap. You could take it with him. He had bared himself to you and showed you what made him most vulnerable. He trusted you.
You didn’t know much about what it would be like to be a goddess. There would be a lot of work involved. You would become the pillar of trust, the ruler of loyalty. You didn’t know what that entailed. But you would learn. Loki would teach you, and you also had Frigga and Thor there to guide you as well. It would be worth it. You could give back to the realms and ensure that people were kinder, more trusting, more open with one another. After what you went through, you felt that was exactly what was needed out there. Loki could keep sex safe and pure. Together, you would change the realms for the better. You would do it side by side. You were soulmates, destined partners, two halves of a single whole.
He was the God of Mischief, the God of Sex. You were the Goddess of Trust, the Goddess of Loyalty. It resided deep down within you and it was time to unleash it, to become who you were meant to be.
“Okay,” you whispered.
“Okay, what?” Loki asked, still caught in a daze from your wandering hands. You placed your palms on his blue chest and felt his heartbeat steady under your fingertips.
“I’ll do it,” you said and you watched Loki’s eyes widen slowly. “I’ll become the Goddess of Trust.”
“Pet...you...I...oh gods!” Loki cried, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his body. You laughed and threw your arms around his neck. Loki placed kisses all along your face as he thanked you over and over again. He pulled back and stared at you with watery red eyes. “Are you sure? I -”
“Shhh.” You placed your index finger over his lips to quiet him. “You said it yourself. This is who I was meant to be. If I don’t take this risk, I’ll never know what could have happened. This is going to be better for the realms, for us. We’re going to be together forever.”
“Forever,” Loki agreed. “Nothing can tear us apart. Not now, not ever. You and I complete each other and we will make that official.”
“I love you so much, Loki. Thank you for accepting me for who I am. Thank you for doing this with me. I’m...I’m scared, I won’t lie, but I know that if you’re by my side, I can do anything,” you said, a single tear falling down your cheek. Loki leaned in and pressed his chilled lips to your skin and cleaned it of your stray tear.
“I love you, my darling. You’re right, we’re going to do this together.” Loki pulled back and flashed a wide grin at you. “Gods, you are going to be the most beautiful, most glorious goddess we have ever seen. I cannot wait to see you bloom into the Goddess of Trust.”
“There’s only one thing we have to do before that,” you said, coyly pressing yourself to Loki’s chest. You smirked and leaned in, brushing your lips over Loki’s. “You have to fuck me in that giant bed of yours.”
“Oh, you devious little -”
“In this form.”
“What?” Loki said suddenly, pulling back.
You nodded and ran your fingers through his long hair. “I want you to make love to me in your Jotun form. This is who you are, at least part of you, and I want to have you for everything you are. Please, Loki. Take me. Fuck me, claim me, make me yours…”
“It would be my greatest pleasure,” Loki growled.
His lips were on yours the moment the last word left his lips. Loki’s hands gripped your hips and pulled you into his lap. His erection strained in his trousers beneath you and you gasped against his chilled lips. Loki was rougher now than he was earlier. He was touching you with a ferocity that you had not felt in a month, but thoroughly craved.
You tangled your fingers in Loki’s dark hair as you rocked down against his cock. Your panties were already stained from your arousal and you wanted them off. You want to feel Loki’s cold skin against yours as he fucked you. You bit down on Loki’s lip and he groaned - a deep, gravely sound that you had never heard before.
“I think it’s time you introduce me to that bed of yours,” you said as his hands squeezed your ass beneath your dress. “If we don’t go now we’ll end up fucking here on the floor.”
“You’ve never been opposed to being mounted on the ground before, little girl,” Loki murmured as he trailed kisses down your neck.
“Yes, but I also really want to get into that giant bed,” you laughed, though it quickly turned into a moan as Loki bit down on your neck. Unlike the previous times he had bitten you, this felt different, more painful. You felt two sharp points drag over your skin and you shivered, realizing that Loki had fangs in this form. Your cunt clenched and you bucked down against him harder, your clit throbbing with need.
“Hang on tight,” Loki muttered before swooping you up with one arm. You squealed and hung onto his body as he carried you over to the massive bed. He winked at you before throwing you down onto the mattress, his sheets softer than anything you had ever felt. Loki crawled over you and immediately pressed his lips to yours once again. You moaned, the chill of his lips feverish and dizzying. Your hands raked down his back, nails scratching into his blue skin with the intent to leave your mark on him once again.
Because as always, Loki was yours.
With the anticipation of you becoming a goddess - Loki’s goddess, to be exact - you knew that you and Loki would be bound together forever. Fate had ensured that Loki came to you on Midgard and now, you would stay with him on Asgard. You trusted him, because you were the embodiment of trust itself. Destiny had declared that nothing could tear you apart and you would never have to give him up ever again. He was going to be yours forever, not even mortality could potentially rip you from him anymore.
You felt tears welling in your eyes at the thought. Emotions were heavy within you. Happiness filled you to the brim and you hiccuped gently against Loki’s lips as you tried to contain yourself. Loki pulled back and gasped when he saw the wetness of your cheeks.
“Beloved?” Loki whispered, stroking his cold hands over your face. “What is it?”
“I’m so happy,” you whispered, running a hand down Loki’s chest. “You and I...this life we’re going to live...I can’t wait for it.”
“Not a day will pass where I am not beside you, pet,” Loki said, lifting your hands and kissing your knuckles. “We will have thousands of years with one another.”
“And you know what’s even better?” you said, a light blush on your cheeks.
“What?” Loki asked, his red eyes light and completely oblivious. You hooked your legs around Loki’s waist and pressed your hands to his broad, strong shoulders.
“We will have thousands of years to do this.” You mustered up all of your strength and flipped Loki onto his back. He groaned as you rocked yourself down on his cock. His hands found your dress and ripped it from your body, leaving you only in the pair of panties you had thoroughly ruined and your gold sandals. Loki swore under his breath as he reached up and groped your breasts.
“Such a good girl,” Loki murmured, sitting up and attaching his lips to your nipple. You shivered as his cool tongue caressed your budding nipple. The sensation was highly arousing and you found yourself pressing yourself against his lips. Loki increased the suction of his mouth and you tossed your head back. Lifting his head, Loki let out a harsh moan. He bit along your chest, sucking little bruises into your skin. “Pet…”
“Yes, Master?” you said. Loki’s hands drifted down your back and settled on your ass. He squeezed your cheeks and you bit back a moan, your cunt fluttering and flooding with heat and wetness.
“I want to dominate you,” Loki admitted in a breathy confession. His red eyes glowed as he stared up at you. Your body was already painted with forming bruises from his lips and hands, just as he intended and how you desired. “It’s been so long.”
“Loki,” you whispered, detaching yourself from his body. You knelt on the ground between his spread legs and crossed your arms behind your back. You bowed your head and smiled softly. “Use me, Master. I’m here for your pleasure. I belong to you and you alone. I’m your toy, Loki. Fuck me, claim me, dominate me.”
Loki tipped your head up using two fingers. His face was hard but a smirk danced on his lips. Mischief glittered in his glowing red eyes and your heart skipped a beat at the cocky, dominant look on his face.
“I intend to, little girl,” Loki purred. He waved his hand and your panties and sandals disappeared, leaving you stark naked in front of your lover. Loki unlaced his trousers and pulled his hard cock out. Your eyes widened and your mouth watered. You could tell his entire body had grown a bit larger in this form, but his cock had also grown as well. You licked your lips when you realized the lines on his body extended to his cock. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you. You chanced a look up at Loki and found him giving you an expectant look. “Put your mouth to good use, pet.”
“Yes, Master,” you said with a slight giggle. You were so excited to be back in this position, Loki’s good little girl. Loki saw your excitement and dipped his blue head down. He cupped your jaw and chuckled softly, shaking his head.
“I love you so much,” he said.
“I love you too, Loki. More than anything ever,” you said, reaching up and connecting your lips to his. Loki moaned into your mouth before pulling away, his eyes darkening.
“You’re distracting me, kitten,” Loki murmured, stroking over your chin. “I might need to punish you for that.”
“I look forward to it,” you giggled with a wink. Loki sat up straight again as you tentatively wrapped a hand around his thick cock. Loki gasped and arched his back. You stared at him in awe as you traced one of the raised ridges on his cock with your thumb. Loki shouted a curse and his jaw dropped.
“Oh gods,” he panted.
“Is everything okay, Master?” you asked.
“More than okay. That’s...fuck, that feels good.” Loki reached down and wrapped his hand around yours. He squeezed your hand and forced you to hold his cock tighter. “Keep going, princess. Pleasure your Master.”
You silently obeyed him as you ran your fist over his cock. Loki’s reactions were amazing. He was so lost in pleasure. Clearly, the lines on his cock were extremely sensitive. Smirking, you dipped down and wrapped your lips around the flushed head of his cock. You kept your eyes locked on Loki as you took him down your throat. When your lips brushed over the first lines of his cock, Loki grabbed your head and shouted your name.
From there, he was a goner.
You wanted to tease Loki more but the overwhelming pleasure you were delivering him had his dominance completely taking over. His fingers were gripping your hair as he bucked into your mouth, fucking your throat with passion. You were incredibly wet as he used you. You missed this, being used as Loki’s little fuck toy. You spread your legs and felt your wet cunt clench around the empty air. His cock was sliding down your throat, rubbing you raw and weighing your tongue down. You could feel drops of precum trickle down your throat and it made you want him even more.
“Take my cock. That’s it, take it, cock slut. Suck your Master’s cock like you were meant to,” Loki growled, his chest heaving with need as he abused your throat. Your eyes were watering as you suckled him harder, your hands crossed behind your back once more. “You just love having your lips around my cock, baby. How does it feel, sucking a Jotun cock? Does it feel good having my big blue cock fucking your dirty throat?”
You moaned, trying to convey to him how much you loved this, loved him. But your moans only spurred him on further.
“I’m going to cum down your throat, pet. You’re going to drink it all like the good little cum slut you are,” Loki hissed. You moaned and winked, fluttering your lashes deliberately. Loki rolled his head back, showing off the strong veins in his neck and with a few more thrusts, he shot his cum down your throat. You drank it greedily, desperate for the salty sweet taste of his release. When Loki pulled his spent cock out from your mouth, you continued to clean him. Your tongue darted over one of his ridges and with a growl, Loki hoisted you up and tossed you onto the bed. He snapped his fingers and your arms shot up above your head, attaching you to the bed. You landed with a gasp as Loki immediately spread your legs and settled between them, burying his face in your cunt.
“Loki! Oh fuck!” you shouted, arching your back as his dark tongue assaulted your wet folds. He was feasting on you, moans leaving his mouth as he suckled on your clit. His red eyes glowed above your mound and you were caught in a daze. Loki traced your hole with two fingers before shoving them inside of you. “Yes, right there. Oh gods, Loki, yes.”
“Such a good little girl for me,” Loki purred, curling his fingers inside of you. His smirk was devious as he let his fingers cool a bit more, chilling your heated center. You shivered and shook, your body writhing around on the mattress. Loki watched his blue fingers slide into your perfect, pink pussy and found himself incredibly hard again. There was something so erotic about watching his Jotun form fuck your tender body. It was the beast claiming the little virgin, and it set his insides aflame. “I can’t wait to fuck you, pet. I can’t wait to watch you squirm around on my cock as I thrust in and out of you nice and hard and fast.”
“Please, Master, please fuck me,” you begged, rocking down on Loki’s fingers. Loki slapped your hip and you hissed, your body freezing from the pain.
“Enough,” he growled. “You take what I give you, is that clear?”
“Yes, Loki,” you whimpered.
“Good girl. Now stay still and let me play with what’s mine,” Loki said. He went back in to taste you and you let out a long moan. Euphoria filled your body as Loki pleasured you. His two horns sprouted from between your legs and you longed to touch them. Your hands were busy being tied above your head, so for now, you let Loki do his thing. He licked at you, tasted you, and lavished you with his tongue and fingers. You wanted to buck down and meet his thrusts but you knew it would end badly.
“Loki, I need to cum,” you whined, tossing your head back.
“You don’t get to cum until I tell you,” Loki muttered. “I want you to cum on my cock and on my cock alone. You will listen to me, little girl.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Fuck, such a good girl. Your pussy is so hot around my fingers. I wonder what it will feel like stretched around my cock,” Loki whispered, kissing along your inner thighs, causing them to tremble violently. “Your snug little cunt is going to squeeze me so tightly, you always do. I’m going to fuck you like the bitch in heat you are and when I cum inside of you, you’re going to take every drop of it. You’re mine.”
“Please! Fuck, please!” you cried out, your body shaking with excitement. In his Jotun form, Loki was aggressive and passionate. Well, Loki was always aggressive and passionate. But there was something about his blue skin, his dark horns, and the glow of his eyes that had this feeling more feral than usual. Your primal instincts were coming out and you wanted to be mounted - hard. Your clit throbbed as Loki sucked on it and with a shout, you curled your toes. “Loki, stop! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum if you don’t stop. Please Master, I don’t want to disobey you!”
“Good girl,” Loki purred, pulling himself up. He licked his fingers clean of your juices before swiping his tongue over his glossy lips. The tip of his tongue curled against his fang and you felt your cunt weep and clench once more.
“Please fuck me, Master,” you panted, spreading your legs as wide as they could go. “I need your cock inside of me.”
Loki growled and flipped you over so your ass was presented to him. You lifted your ass and spread your legs, putting your wet and swollen core on display for him. Loki smacked a hand against your ass and you moaned, tossing your head back. Loki grabbed your hair and kept your head tugged back. His cock slid along your wet lips as his mouth pressed kisses to your temple.
“You’re about to get fucked by a Jotun god,” Loki whispered.
You gave Loki a seductive look as he rocked against you. “Good. Make it rough.”
“Nasty girl,” Loki snickered before plunging his cock inside of you. You both moaned in unison as he bottomed out. You trembled, pleasure rolling through your body and lighting up your senses. Loki gripped your hips with his hands and you felt his nails bite into your skin. “You’re so fucking tight. So tight and hot. The perfect toy for me to fuck and use.”
“Your cock is so big, Loki,” you whimpered, your cunt fluttering around him. “Fuck, I love you so much.”
“I love you, pet,” Loki grunted. He slowly pulled his cock out so just the bulbous tip was in before slamming himself back in. You were pushed forward onto the bed from the weight of his thrust. Loki tightened his grip on your hips and with a harsh growl, he began pounding into you.
The slam of Loki’s hips against your ass helped ground you to reality. His cock was so large as he pounded into you, and his hands on you were possessive and needy. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he thrusted his heavy cock inside of you. You continued to chant his name, for it was the only thing you could manage to say.
“That’s it, little one. I love this tight little pussy of yours,” Loki moaned, his hand coming down to spank you once again. “Look at you, getting mounted by a Jotun. Fuck, this is so hot.”
Loki couldn’t stop looking at the way his blue shaft glided in and out of your overly stretched hole. He was panting heavily, his balls tight. Whenever your pussy sucked him in on an inward thrust, he felt more of his control slipping away. This moment was so rough, but so intimate, so full of trust and love. He wanted to stay locked in this moment with you forever.
“Loki,” you whimpered. “Feels so good - ah, yes! Yes!”
Loki thrust a single hand forward and pressed it down between your shoulders. He held you down as he pounded into you, filthy words dripping from his lips. Your legs were spreading wider and your ass was lifting higher. It hit you that now that Loki showed you his Jotun side, you would possibly be able to see it more. You couldn’t wait to get him back into bed with you and this round had not even ended.
“You’re mine,” Loki grunted as he folded himself over your back. “No one else can have you. You’re mine forever now, my little Goddess of Trust. You’re mine to fuck and love and live with forever.”
“I’m yours, Loki!” you gasped as he sunk his teeth into the back of your shoulder. His fangs pierced your skin and you swore you saw stars. You froze in his clutches as he continued to pound into you. In a whisper, you chanted the words that you held so close to your heart. “I’m yours, Loki. I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours. I love you so much, I’m yours.”
“Yes, you are,” Loki said once he detached his teeth from you. Two fang marks were stuck in your skin. He licked a drop of your blood up and hummed. “And I’m equally yours. I belong to you, my pet. No one else will ever have my heart the way you do.”
“Gods, Loki,” you cried out. “Let me see you. Let me touch you.”
Loki waved his hand and your bonds disappeared. He slipped his cock out only to flip you over, and he sunk back inside of you the moment you were facing him. He thrusted into you, staring into your eyes as he held himself above you.
“You’re my beautiful little girl,” Loki said. “And I want my beautiful little girl to cum.”
Loki began toying with your clit as he fucked you harder. You writhed around on the bed as you ran your hands over his body, feeling the whorls on his biceps and the ridges on his pectorals. You cupped his face as you felt your orgasm about to hit you. The tip of Loki’s nail scratched your clit and with a shout, you came. Pleasure flooded your body and the first thing your fuzzy brain could think to do was grab Loki’s horns.
Loki came with a roar so loud, it shook the room.
His hot cum spurted into you, flooding your body and filling to the brim. Even in your orgasmic haze, you were amazed by the sheer power of Loki’s reaction and his orgasm. You tentatively stroked his horns and he came again. Loki blinked in shock, his jaw dropped as he rode out his high with your hands on his horns. When he was done, Loki’s red eyes locked with yours.
“That’s never happened before,” he breathed out in disbelief. He looked sheepish for a moment before he pulled out of you and settled beside you. He pulled you on top of him so you were resting stomach to stomach. “Granted, I’ve never actually done this before.”
“What do you mean?” you asked as Loki rubbed your back.
“I’ve never had sex with anyone while in this form,” Loki admitted.
“Loki,” you gasped softly. “This...I was your first with this?”
“Yes, pet, you were.” Loki took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles. “You were the first person to touch my horns as well. It was such an incredible experience.”
“Can I touch them again?” you asked. Loki nodded and you reached up and stroked his ebony horns. He shivered and bit his lips, clearly trying to contain a moan. You sighed as you watched his beautiful face shift through a range of emotions. “You’re so beautiful, Loki. Thank you for sharing this with me.”
“You and I have experienced so many new things together. It seemed fitting to experience this with you too,” Loki said, brushing his hand along your cheek. “I love you more than anything, darling. I can’t wait to take these future steps with you.”
“I love you so much,” you whispered, reaching down to press your lips to Loki’s. When you pulled back, you blushed. “Hey, am I going to have magic now too?”
Loki laughed and shrugged. “It’s likely. All gods have some form of magic. Thor does not have much, truly. Just enough to change his clothes, utilize the Allspeak, and maybe do some fancy tricks. He’s nothing like me, that’s for sure. I don’t know where you will land on the magic spectrum but I’m excited to find out.”
“So am I,” you said, letting your head fall onto Loki’s chest. You hummed and curled into Loki. You took a pause and brushed your fingers over Loki’s blue skin. “I’m sorry about Odin.”
Loki stiffened beneath you. “It is no matter. What’s done is done.”
“Yeah but that doesn’t negate the fact that it happened in the first place,” you argued. “I’m really sorry that he tried to do that to you. He never deserved you as a son.”
“I know he didn’t like me in the way he liked Thor but I never thought he would attempt to murder me,” Loki sighed, stroking your back and staring upwards. “Fate wanted me alive. I was able to kill my assassin for a reason. It was so I could get to this point, meet you, and put an end to Odin’s reign. It hurts but this was good for me. After all of this, I can truly vow to never be like Odin. I will be a good father for our children one day. I won’t hurt them like he hurt me.”
A tear fell from Loki’s eyes and you brushed it away. He blinked a few times and looked back at you. You smiled down at him. “I love you, Loki. He can’t hurt you anymore. And when the time comes, you won’t just be a good father. You’ll be the best father. I know it.”
“Thank you, I love you too, little one. You mean everything to me,” Loki whispered. He kissed you slowly and you knew why. You could feel the wetness of his tears against your palm. He was crying and he needed your comfort. You poured all of your love into this kiss to prove to him how much you cared for him and that you would never let anything happen to him. When the kiss ended, Loki tucked you back under his chin and continued stroking your back.
“Loki, I know we were supposed to explore the palace grounds but it’s been a really long day. Can we just rest for a bit?” you asked.
“Of course, sweet. Take all the time you need,” Loki said, kissing the top of your head. “Sleep. Rest your eyes. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Your body froze a bit. “Promise?”
Loki’s arms tightened around you. “I swear it on my life. I won’t make the mistakes I’ve made in the past.”
“Okay, I trust you.”
“Of course you do, and I love you for it.”
You were quick to fall asleep and Loki was relieved. You had a really long, complex day. You needed the rest. Loki laid awake though staring at the ceiling.
The Goddess of Trust. You were a goddess, his goddess. Your paths had always meant to intertwine. He was grateful it happened so early in his life and yours. That just meant you had that much longer together. When you had decided to fulfill the title, Loki swore he saw his future with you flash before his eyes. That future was no longer just a dream. It would be real. He would have you forever.
There was a scratching coming from the door that Loki let Cooper through. He shielded you both with a blanket before waving his hand. Immediately, Cooper came bounding into the room. He hopped onto the bed but yelped when he saw Loki.
“What the fuck, blueberry?”
Loki looked down and laughed, noticing he had stayed in his Jotun form without even realizing it. He shifted back into his Asgardian form and scratched Cooper’s head. “Sorry, bud. I forgot to change back. That’s my Frost Giant form. Hope you don’t mind. Your girl seems pretty fond of it.”
“It’s pretty sick, I won’t lie.” Cooper plopped down and crossed his paws over one another. “Lokes, I have to apologize to you.”
“I should be the one apologizing to you,” Loki sighed. “I cannot forgive myself for abandoning her. You did a good job at taking care of her while I was gone. Admittedly, I am sure you were the only thing getting her through those days. Thank you, Cooper. I will forever be in your debt.”
Cooper whined and pulled himself closer to Loki. “Yeah, it was a shitty thing you did, but after hearing all the crap that went down here and behind the scenes, I get it. I just can’t believe our girl is a goddess.”
“I know,” Loki said, holding you closer. “Isn’t it amazing?”
“It is. But...I wanted to apologize for being a pain in your ass. I’m sure I didn’t make it easy on you.”
Loki tilted his head and furrowed his brows. “Cooper, you may be a dog, but you have been one of my greatest friends and allies since the day we met.”
If Cooper could drop his jaw, he would have. “Wait, for real?”
“Yes. You challenge me but it’s that challenge that pushed me to be better and take better care of our girl. You looked after her when I couldn’t and called for me even when you didn’t trust me to come. You are an amazing being, Cooper, and I am honored to have you as my friend.”
“Shit, Loki.” Cooper crawled closer and rested his head on Loki's chest, right beside yours. “You’re a pretty alright guy.” He looked down at Loki’s arm, scarred from his bite. “Hey, is that gonna stay like that?”
“It is,” Loki said, looking at the bite mark in his arm. “I’m not healing it. It’s a reminder of what happened and what I could have lost. It will keep me grounded.”
“Cool. I think it looks dope as fuck.”
“Of course you do,” Loki chuckled.
And then, all was quiet. You slept through the night and late into the morning. You needed it, and Loki knew that. Frankly, he needed the sleep too but he wouldn’t let himself rest, not when he wanted to keep vigil over you. Staying awake to protect you was the only thing Loki cared about. When you finally roused, Loki was smiling down at you.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Loki said, kissing your head. You yawned as you laughed, curling further into Loki.
“Morning. You changed back,” you said sleepily, blinking the light out of your eyes.
“I did. I’ll go back to that form whenever you please, though,” Loki promised you.
“I’d like that.” You smiled and reached up, kissing Loki slowly. You were already growing wet from his morning kisses so you pulled away reluctantly. “What time is it?”
“Just past noon.”
“What?” you gasped, sitting up. Cooper grunted as you woke him up. You looked between Cooper and Loki. “Are you two friends now?”
“Best buddies,” Loki confirmed.
“Wonderful. Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?” you asked.
“You needed to rest.” Loki shrugged. “Besides, we’re going to be exploring Asgard today. You’ll need the strength.”
Excitement flooded your features as you pressed a long, loving kiss to Loki’s lips again, though with much less sleepiness this time. “Where do we start?”
Less than an hour later, you were bathed - courtesy of a large marble tub carved into the floor of Loki’s bathroom that you marveled over - and fed and dressed in much more Asgardian fitting clothing. Loki led you from the palace out of a small, quiet entrance. From there, he showed you the palace grounds - the gardens, the fountains, the training grounds, the stables. You were in awe and amazement as you looked through everything and it lightened Loki’s heart. Cooper happily took the walk with you, marking different trees and posts. After hours of wandering the grounds, Loki took your hand and led you to the front gates of the palace.
“Are you ready to meet the people of your new home?” Loki asked. You nodded eagerly and Loki brought you out into the immediate city. People watched intently, bowing to Loki and greeting you with soft voices. Loki’s heart fluttered as you talked to vendors, townspeople, and different shop owners. He took you into many shops for curios, jewelry, and clothing. He promised you that he would buy you anything you wanted, but you were quick to turn everything down. It wasn’t until you entered a craft shop that you found a pause.
“Hey, Loki?” You turned to look up at Loki. “My art supplies and all of my stuff is still on Earth.”
“I’ll have Heimdall collect it and transport it to the palace. Anything you want from your home, we can bring here,” Loki said, squeezing your hip and kissing your temple. You blushed and quickly reached up to capture his lips in a soft, gentle kiss.
“Thank you,” you whispered. “I love you.”
“I love you, my little goddess.”
Loki helped you walk out of the shop. There was still much of Asgard to explore but the sun was already setting from your hours of wandering. Hand in hand, Loki slowly led you back to the castle, taking the time to explain different things around you in great detail. You listened carefully and admired how animated he got when speaking of his home. You were so in love with this man and knowing you had centuries upon centuries to hear him speak and tell stories had you more excited that you were willing to admit.
This new land, this beautiful land, was your home now. You had all the time in the world to learn about these shops, these mountains, the magic and mystery of the realm, and everything it had to offer. For now, you stared up at Loki with soft eyes and wondered how you possibly could have gotten so lucky. The future ahead of you would be tough and you knew there was a lot of training to come, but with Loki by your side, you could get through it.
You knew that things would turn out okay. You were taking this journey with a god who lived and breathed solely for you. With that in mind, whatever challenges that lie ahead would be worth it. Loki loved you, and you loved Loki, and nothing in the realms could change that. You had trust in that, and you would know.
You were the Goddess of Trust, after all.
Notes:
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Chapter 35: Finding Forever With You
Summary:
Ceremony day has arrived. It is finally time for you to become who you are meant to be. With Loki at your side, you have never been more ready for anything.
Notes:
Happy Friday everyone!! Oh my gosh, so this is it: THE LAST CHAPTER. I’m literally going to cry. We have our epilogue next week and then that’s it, “Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me” will be officially over. It’s been quite a wild ride, hasn’t it? So, without making you wait any longer, here it is! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!!
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Chapter Text
Training began exactly one week after you agreed to become the Goddess of Trust.
Really, it should have started about five minutes after your agreement, but Loki believed that was too much stress for you after everything you had gone through recently. Instead, after you agreed to it in private with Loki, you both decided to keep it a secret for a few days. Loki wanted you to adjust to life on Asgard, even if that was for just a bit, before thrusting you into a world of responsibility. You didn’t mind it at all. You enjoyed the sweet alone time with Loki and Cooper boarded up in his rooms.
Well, they were your rooms now too. It was beautiful.
Your art supplies and other goods from home arrived a day or two after you did on Asgard. When you weren’t getting fucked raw and hard by Loki over any flat surface of your room, you were making more art. You were hesitant at first, given how you couldn’t create anything for weeks, but now that you were back with Loki, your creativity was bountiful. Loki posed for you as he used to and you even were able to create some pieces of him and Cooper. One day, you would try to create a piece of all three of you together.
When you and Loki finally announced to Thor and Frigga that you were going to become the Goddess of Trust, Thor began cheering quite loudly. He pulled you into a giant hug, twirling you in a wide circle as he laughed and celebrated the newest goddess joining their pantheon.
“Oh, sweet girl, we will have such fun together!” Thor had laughed. “I cannot wait to torment Loki with you!”
Loki rolled his eyes but Frigga just smirked knowingly.
And so, your training began. Your days were spent studying in the library, wandering Asgard’s grounds, and discovering how to handle being a goddess. Frigga was your mentor through it all, keeping you calm and composed during your studies. It was a lot to learn and take in, but you were doing your best to get through it.
Using her magic, Frigga showed you what it would be like to hear prayers and feel that magic flowing through you. It was exhilarating. You wouldn’t truly know what it was like to answer a real prayer until you were actually a goddess, but at least you were becoming accustomed to what to listen for and how to react to it.
Thor, though busy with fixing the realms and being King, was your mentor in how to be part of Asgardian royalty, since you were with Loki after all. He helped you learn about Asgardian culture as well as the culture from the other realms. You learned that he was incredibly well traveled and knew surprisingly more than he let on. Thor was amazingly intelligent and learning from him was an honor. By learning about the rest of the realms, you were able to gather a better understanding of the cultures and identities you would be working with. This was able to prepare you for who you were going to hear and how to accordingly respond to them.
Thor also helped you adjust to everyday Asgardian culture and way of life. He was shocked at how easily you slotted into society, though, then again, you were destined to be here. The people knew who you were - Loki’s beloved - but they didn’t know who you were, who you were here to be. Thor, Frigga, and Loki all decided to keep that under wraps, considering none of you knew when you would feel ready to take on the position. With the Asgardian people knowing of a goddess rising in you, it could add extra pressure onto you to learn faster. That was not wanted by anyone, so your destined identity was kept quiet. The only person outside of the royal household who knew of your destiny was Heimdall and he guarded that secret with the same power and energy that he used to guard Asgard’s gates.
But while you loved learning about Asgard, becoming a goddess and what being a goddess would be like, your favorite parts of the day were when Loki would peek into wherever you were and watch you study and learn. You could literally feel his praise leaking off of him whenever he watched you. According to Frigga, Loki was supposed to be your mentor in all of this, but she knew that he would be too distracting. To be fair, she was probably right.
And Loki had his own responsibilities - being a god, fixing the flares on Midgard and preventing any from forming on Asgard, and learning the new powers he was gaining thanks to your presence. Loki was truly getting stronger because of you. He could summon the Bifrost, use magic from deeper wells within himself, and physically, he was more powerful than ever. No one on Asgard had seen a more powerful god, even more powerful than Odin had been at his prime, and it was all because of your connection. Once you became a goddess officially, his power would soar to even greater heights. It was a lot of responsibility for him, but you could see he was capable of handling it. He was capable of almost anything, you were sure.
Though, the one responsibility that had slipped through Loki’s fingers was the arranging of Odin’s trial. Thor had formally charged Odin of treason and since Loki had been one of his main victims, Loki had volunteered to arrange the trial. Yet, Odin withered and died before it was prepared. Some believed it to be suicide, others thought it was from old age and the lack of power keeping him alive, others even believed someone else in the cells had murdered the former King, but to Loki, it did not matter. He was angered because he was not the one to deliver justice to Odin but he was relieved because Odin was officially gone. It was bittersweet, and he did cry for his father, but he more so rejoiced for his and your safety. Beyond that, Loki had not heard from Gretchen, so he presumed his curse successful. He did not know if she was alive or dead, but she was not here. That was what mattered. Loki organized the transfer of Michael to the cells of Alfheim, where Kassandra - who had become one of your closest friends - ensured he would be kept. Asgard was a peaceful sanctuary for you both now.
He was busy, as were you, but still seeing Loki at unexpected times of the day filled you both with excitement that eased the burdens of responsibility. Seeing his face motivated you to study harder and work harder, because that face was the face of your future. You couldn’t wait to become a goddess, better the realms, and spend the rest of your life with him. He was powerful and you knew your power would manifest differently, but you wanted to reach those heights with him.
On occasion, Loki would insist that you take a break from your work and join him for a little while. In those private moments, he would drag you into the nearest quiet corner and fuck you with his hand over your mouth and your body pressed to his. It was a brilliant stress relief activity. Afterwards, he would take you around on walks, eat with you, and just enjoy your company.
Outside of being your motivation, your lover, and your dark, dominant Master, Loki was your mentor in discovering who you were. After long days in the library with Frigga and in the throne room with Thor, you always found yourself curled up in Loki’s lap in his room. Whether it was on the couch, on the balcony, or on the bed, Loki was always there for you. He would kiss you slowly and gently, and make love to you - not so slowly and definitely not so gently. He was the center of your universe and he kept you grounded.
In those quiet moments, Loki was the one who helped bring out the inner goddess in you. Ever since meeting you, he had fostered confidence and love within you. Now, he was bringing that out even more. There was something about being surrounded by both him and Asgard that had you feeling truly good. The longer you stayed here, the more you could feel yourself becoming ready to take on this complicated mantle.
You were finally understanding what it took and what you needed to do for the realms. You could feel the goddess growing within you and she wanted to be let out. And after six months of long, rigorous training, you were ready.
Thor announced to the realm that a new goddess would be joining the pantheon and all of Asgard rejoiced. Your ceremony to become a goddess had been over the horizon for weeks and now, it was here. In mere hours, you would become the Goddess of Trust.
You were simultaneously excited and terrified.
While you knew that you were ready to take on this job, it didn’t stop your nerves. For the time leading up to the ceremony, you spent your nights laying awake, restless and unable to sleep. Loki would usually fuck you and try to calm you down, but he ended up magically putting you to sleep most of the time. He hated seeing you so stressed and tired, you could tell. His eyes were softer when he looked at you, more concerned, but with his love, he got you through it. Now that the ceremony was today, both of you could feel the anxiety leaking from you.
You were standing out on the balcony, eyes facing the sky and hands on the golden railing as you took in the warm sun and the cool breeze. This was one of the methods you had used to help ground you recently. Something about taking in the fresh air was able to ease your nerves, a privilege you didn’t have back in the stale city you used to live in. As you stood there, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You smiled to yourself, turning your gaze away from the sun.
“Loki,” you said, not bothering to look over your shoulder. You knew the feeling of Loki’s arms by heart. He squeezed you and you felt him press a kiss to your neck.
“You look so beautiful,” Loki sighed as he pressed kisses to your neck. “These dresses suit you.”
Loki was right. The Asgardian dresses did look good on you. After your first few days here, Loki had sent the seamstress in to design a few staple pieces for you. Otherwise, Loki created the rest of your wardrobe. He had offered to make your dresses the sophisticated color of indigo. You had mentioned it was your favorite on Earth, and he figured that would be your color as a goddess. But you surprised him. You told Loki that you wanted your color to be green. Not the deep, rich emerald green that Loki had claimed, but a softer, pale green. You wanted to be connected to him in every way possible, and sharing his color was one of your ways to do that. When Loki discovered that, he began crying. He made sweet love to you that night, whispering how he couldn’t wait to be yours forever.
Now, you were donned in one of those light green dresses, styled in an Asgardian fashion. Loki slid his hands along your waist as he sighed into your neck, taking a deep breath of your hair. You rested your hands over his and turned your head. Loki lifted his head and looked you in the eyes, your lips parted in awe of his beauty.
“Thank you,” you whispered. Loki leaned in and kissed you, his lips soft and plush against yours. You melted into his touch, turning around so you were fully facing him. Loki pressed you against the railing of the balcony as he kissed you, his hands cupping your cheeks. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.
“My beautiful goddess. I am so lucky to be yours,” he murmured.
“I love you, Loki,” you said with a blush. “But I’m not a goddess yet.”
Loki opened his eyes and stood up straighter. “Soon. Very soon. Are you ready?”
“Yes and no,” you sighed, shaking your head. You rested your head against Loki’s armor and he held you close to him, stroking your back with an open palm. “I’m ready, I am. I know what I need to do and I’m ready to do it. I’m ready to spend my life with you. It’s just a bit scary, you know? Everything changes after today. What if I’m not as good at this as I think I am?”
Loki was quiet for a few moments. He pulled back and held you by your arms. When you looked up at him, he smiled down at you. He took a step back and held his hand out.
“Take a walk with me?” Loki asked. You looked down at his extended arm before hesitantly putting your hand in his. Loki bent down and kissed your knuckles before turning and leading you back into his room. You were positive he was going to take you to bed and fuck the worries away, but he diverted his path and exited his bedroom instead. You let him walk you through the palace, then out of the palace, and down a path you had never walked down before. It was made of smooth stones and you immediately felt a sense of tranquility as you traveled it. In the distance, you could see several buildings of different shapes and sizes. You narrowed your eyes as you looked at them.
“Loki, what is this?” you asked, looking up at your lover. He squeezed your hand as a knowing smirk settled on his face.
“The one place in Asgard I’ve been waiting to take you to,” he answered calmly. You continued walking down the path until you reached a tall, black building. Loki led you inside and shut the door behind you. Your eyes widened as you took in the interior of the building. There were rows of pews, fountains, sacred books, and at the front, a large jade altar. Loki swept his hand out. “This is my temple.”
“It’s so beautiful,” you gasped as you walked through the building. There was a buzz inside of here, one that had you feeling a bit looser and full of lust. You bit your lip, trying to repress the desires that lingered within you. There was a sensuality about this building that both calmed and excited you. You ran your hand over one of the dark pews. “It’s very...you.”
“Isn’t it?” Loki chuckled. He took your hand again and walked you up onto the raised dais the altar was on. You walked around the back so you were standing over the altar and looking out into the pews. From up here, you felt powerful, capable. And then, you were falling. You fell down onto Loki’s lap with a yelp. He laughed as you tried to register what had happened. You were sitting on Loki’s lap in a large jade chair. He had an arm around your waist and his other hand was on your thigh. “This was where it all began.”
“What do you mean?” you asked, eyes still scanning the high ceilings.
“This is where I was sitting when I first heard you call to me,” Loki said softly. He adjusted himself so his legs were perched up on the altar. “Well, I was sitting like this actually.”
“With a woman on your lap?” you giggled, resting your head on Loki’s shoulder as he cradled you.
“No, pet. No woman on my lap,” Loki laughed, stretching down to kiss you briefly. Perhaps a few months ago, even joking about another woman being with Loki would have bothered you. But now, as you emerged into your goddessness, you were okay with it. Your confidence had soared and even though you still felt natural jealousy, your insecurity was not the cause of it. You finally felt good about yourself and it was all thanks to you discovering the truth about yourself. After kissing you, Loki stroked your cheek and watched you with sparkling eyes. “But I was here and I heard your voice above the rest. I thought it was just because of how badly you needed me. It wasn’t. It was because of how badly I needed you.”
“Oh, Loki,” you whispered, your eyes beginning to fill with tears at how soft he was being.
“You and I were destined to be together. We were destined to be two halves of a single whole - me of sex, you of trust. We are better together, stronger together. And I know that you are going to be excellent in this role,” Loki said, cupping your face. “I can only be as strong as I am because of you. You make me flourish. The things you are going to do will be magnificent. If Frigga, Thor, and I did not believe you were ready, the ceremony would not be occurring today. That is how capable you are. In only six months you have mastered this. There will be more to learn but we will do it together. You are trust, darling. It is time to trust in yourself.”
“Even through everything, you have always believed in me,” you said, turning yourself so you were straddling Loki. Your dress pooled over his lap and fell around his legs. Loki’s hands settled on your waist as your arms wound around his neck. “You’ve believed in my submission, in my love, in my art, in my capabilities, and now you’re believing in me with this. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
“It is I who got lucky, pet,” Loki chuckled.
“I’m the one who is literally living on a fairy tale planet with a prince and on a path to become an actual goddess. Compare that to the life I was living, and yeah, I’m pretty damn lucky,” you giggled, tangling your fingers in Loki’s hair. He hummed as you bent down to kiss him. His cock stiffened beneath you and you gasped as you rocked down against him. Loki growled into your mouth and moved you faster and harder over him. Your clit throbbed with need and you tugged at Loki’s hair, demanding more. “Loki…”
“Hush, pet,” Loki whispered, pulling away. He shook his head and gave you a wicked smirk. “Not now. You have to prepare for your ceremony.”
“It can wait,” you argued, dipping down and kissing Loki’s neck. He moaned and his cock stirred once again beneath you. You sucked on his throat as he clawed down your back.
“It can’t,” Loki groaned. You sighed and pulled away, a pout on your lips. Loki gave you a stern look. “None of that, little girl. You need to go.”
“Fine,” you sighed, sliding off of Loki’s lap. He adjusted himself so his legs were removed from the altar but he was still sitting in the chair. “Aren’t you coming?”
“I can’t. I have to prepare something.” Loki took your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “I’ll send you back to our chambers. Your chambermaids will be arriving soon to get you ready for the ceremony.”
You frowned and held onto his hand tighter. “When will I see you again?”
“I’ll meet you outside of the ceremony hall.” Loki smiled and tugged you closer. “I...I have something prepared for you to wear, if you would like to wear it.”
“It’s not a set of emerald green lingerie, is it?” you snorted.
“Pet, that’s for after the ceremony,” Loki snickered. He stood up from his seat and backed you up against the altar. You placed your hands on his chest and watched his eyes roam over you. Every time he looked at you, you felt so beautiful, so loved, so wanted. You blushed when Loki lifted his eyes to meet yours. He brushed his knuckles over your cheek. “I hope you never lose that blush.”
“I won’t, trust me,” you laughed.
“Trust you? The Goddess of Trust? Now that’s a notion,” Loki chuckled. You blushed even harder when he laughed, a sound you would never tire of hearing. He kissed you briefly before taking your hand in his. “I will see you soon, beloved.”
“I love you, Loki.”
“I love you too, my darling.”
Loki winked and in a flash of his teleportation magic, you were back in your chambers. You sighed and rubbed your hands over your arms, a smile lingering on your face. Every day, you felt like you were going to wake up and this entire thing, this entire life, would just be a dream. With the way Loki treated you and loved you, you were sure that none of this could be real. He was too good to be true. But every time you opened your eyes in the morning, he was there and he told you how much he loved you. After today, you would have thousands of years of waking up to Loki’s face and falling asleep in his arms. That giddiness led you to push away the lingering nerves in your stomach and welcome your chambermaids with excitement.
They were quick to get you ready for the ceremony. First, they bathed you and coated your body with fragrances. They styled your hair carefully and painted your face with makeup. Your maids dared not touch your pendant, as they knew that you were never to take it off. Through the entire process, it served as a reminder that even though Loki wasn’t here with you, he was still watching over you and protecting you. As you watched the transformation of your face unfold, you felt your eagerness bubbling through you. You couldn’t stop smiling and your leg was bouncing up and down. By the time their preparations were done, one of your maids clapped her hands together and giggled.
“Okay, are you ready for the dress Prince Loki picked out for you?” she said. You nodded and stood up as she swept into the closet. You heard the rustling of fabric and when she came back out, you gasped as your vision was stolen from you. The other maid had covered your eyes with a delicate chuckle.
“Prince Loki instructed us to not let you see it before it was on,” she whispered in your ear. Behind your blindfold, you rolled your eyes. The girls stripped you of your robe, leaving you completely nude. One of them helped you step into a pair of panties - lace, from what you could feel. The dress went on afterwards. You could feel layers upon layers of fabric and after some shuffling and fidgeting, your blindfold was removed.
You stared at yourself in awe.
You were dressed in the gown Loki gave you for the ball on Alfheim, except this time, it wasn’t emerald green. It was your color, a light, spring green. Your pendant sat proudly on your breasts and after stepping into a pair of heels, you truly felt like the goddess you were about to become.
“So beautiful,” you sighed, running your hands down the front of your dress.
“Yes, you are, Princess,” the younger maid said. She smiled up at you. “Come, it’s time.”
You felt like Cinderella once again in your magnificent dress as you ran through the halls of the palace. Unlike Cinderella, you weren’t running away from your Prince. You were running towards him, heart pounding, and wanting to see him more than anything. You tore through the hallways and when you finally reached the doors of the ceremony hall, you saw Loki’s back facing you. You slowed down and caught your breath. You admired Loki from behind with wide eyes. He was wearing ceremonial armor with a long cape flowing to the floor. His helmet was perched on top of his head and he was tapping his foot against the marble floor, something he only did when he was anxious. You stopped behind him and placed your hands behind your back.
“Master,” you whispered. Loki’s back stiffened and he whipped around. When he caught sight of you, he placed his hand over his mouth and let out a quiet gasp. His eyes raked over your body and he shook his head. Tears brewed in his eyes and when he walked back up to you, he held both hands out.
“My gods,” he managed to choke out. “You are the most radiant person in all the Nine Realms. Look at you! You are so fucking perfect!”
Loki picked you up by the waist and twirled you around in the air. You laughed as your dress fanned around you.
“Loki! Put me down!” you said through your fits of laughter.
“I am soulmates with the most gorgeous woman to ever exist! This is fucking insane!” Loki gasped as he placed you down. He grabbed your face and kissed you hungrily. Pulling away, Loki’s smile was bright as a tear fell down his face. “Today is the best day of my life. I get to finally spend forever with the woman of my dreams. Pet, I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Master,” you said, pressing yourself against him. “I can’t wait to be yours for the rest of our lives.”
Loki stroked his thumb under your eye, catching the tear that just barely leaked out. “We have a long road ahead of us. Are you ready for it?”
“As long as you’re by my side, I’m ready for anything.” As if on cue, the horns inside the ceremony hall began blaring, signaling it was time for you to arrive. You turned back to Loki with your lips parted and your heart stammering.
“Hey, it’s going to be alright. I’ll be beside you the entire time. Just focus on me,” Loki said. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I love you.”
“I love you so much,” you whispered. Loki turned and you took his arm. Loki nodded to one of the guards and they swung open the large double doors. Immediately, the sound of cheers and music filled your ears. And then, you were walking. You were walking without even realizing it. Loki was guiding you down the golden path and past the onlookers. You chanced a look at some of them, only to see them smiling back at you and clapping. You could see the recognition in their eyes as you walked by them. You were their goddess and it was time to announce that.
For the rest of the walk, you kept your head held high. You smiled and focused on the way Loki’s arm felt beneath your hand. You could feel him looking down at you every now and then but you knew if you looked up at him, you would burst into tears with all of the emotion you were feeling. Instead, you watched Thor, standing on his raised dais, his own ceremonial and kingly garb on his body. Frigga stood off to the side, her lips curled into a smile. When you reached the foot of the dais, Loki took your hand in his and raised it up. The crowd grew quiet
“Thor, Son of Frigga, King of Asgard, God of Thunder, I present to you my beloved,” Loki said, announcing your name shortly after. He looked at you and smiled. “The future Goddess of Trust. Born on Midgard and adopted by Asgard, my beloved has spent these past six months rigorously training to become the Goddess of Trust. It is by the fates and by destiny that she is to become one, as she is my soulmate, and the two of us were meant to govern the branches of sex, passion, trust, and loyalty together.”
“Loki, Son of Frigga, Prince of Asgard, God of Mischief, God of Sex, thank you,” Thor said. He turned to you. “To become a goddess, one must feel totally and truly prepared to take on the role. Not only are you a guardian of your branch in the pantheon, you are also a protector of these realms. It is your job to keep trust and loyalty in harmony, balance, and respect. Do you feel prepared to take on this responsibility?”
“I do,” you announced proudly, your chin held high. “I vow to serve Asgard and all of the realms with every ounce of my will, passion, and energy.”
“I, Thor, King of Asgard, have personally overseen her training. My mother, Frigga, has trained her diligently. Prince Loki has ensured she is ready to take on this mantle,” Thor declared in a booming voice, one fit for the King of Asgard. “Since she is of Midgard, her lifespan will grow to that of an Asgardian goddess in order to allow her to properly do her job. Not only is this woman a goddess, but she is Loki’s destined lover. She will become Princess of Asgard following this ceremony. These two will be the strongest forces Asgard has seen in many, many years. I can guarantee that they will serve Asgard well.” Thor looked back down at you. “Are you ready?”
“I am,” you said with a grin. Thor smirked and nodded. Loki helped you up the steps of the dais. He turned you to face Thor and with a kiss to your cheek, Loki stepped away and stood beside Thor. Your heart pounded as Thor instructed you to kneel. You knelt before him and bowed your head. Thor uttered some quiet words and held his hand out.
“Prince Loki and I will begin the transfer of power. Since Loki is a protector of the branch of trust, it is his duty to pass on this power onto the new Goddess of Trust. After this transfer, we will have a new goddess in our pantheon!” Thor cheered. The crowd clapped and howled. After a few moments, they quieted down. Loki held his hand out and you stared into his eyes, love flowing through you. You could see the adoration in his own eyes as his palm began glowing gold along with Thor’s.
The trail of gold from their palms began wrapping around you. Loki was uttering a spell, his face in cold, hard lines of concentration. Thor was nodding, his eyes shut as he permitted the transfer of power. The tip of the golden swirl entered your chest as you gasped quietly. You could feel something swelling within you, a buzzing inside of your body that you felt like you needed to itch. You remained still as the sensation flooded your body. Loki was concentrating harder, as was Thor, as the feeling became more and more intense. You swallowed heavily but continued looking at Loki, his presence keeping you grounded to this moment.
And then, you felt your heart squeeze and tighten and lock until suddenly, it burst. The light exploded from you and that buzzing disappeared from your body. You felt lighter, more graceful, and full of energy. The glowing left Thor and Loki’s palms and they looked at each other proudly. Loki curled his fingers and you felt the weight of a delicate golden tiara rest against your forehead. Loki helped you from your knees and held your hand in his. Thor took your other hand and they raised them above your head.
“Asgard, I introduce you to your new Goddess of Trust!” Thor shouted.
The crowd’s cheers were deafening. You laughed and felt tears rolling down your cheeks as your new home welcomed you into it with open arms. These were your people and you wanted to protect them, keep them safe. You noticed a joy bursting in your heart and it felt like someone was filling up a glass with water inside of you. You looked to Loki with questioning eyes as they dropped your hands.
“What is this feeling?” you asked. “It’s like I’m being...filled?”
You knew Loki wanted to make a joke, but he refrained.
“You are being filled with trust, darling,” he said with a glimmer in his green eyes. “The people, they are trusting you. It’s fueling you.”
“Oh my gods,” you laughed, placing a hand over your stomach to try and feel the sensation. “This is amazing. It’s like water being poured into a glass. I can feel it rising.”
“Congratulations, beloved. You are truly like me now,” Loki gushed. “Forever starts now.”
“If I may interject for a moment,” Thor said, poking his head into your conversation. “I would like to present our new goddess with a gift.”
“Be my guest, brother,” Loki said, sweeping a hand out. He pressed a finger to his lips, instantly silencing the crowd. Loki took a step back and you turned to Thor.
“Little goddess,” Thor began, a mischievous twinkle in his gaze that mirrored his brother’s. “When you came to Asgard, you came with a companion, a beautiful Golden Retriever named Cooper. He was blessed by me as a puppy and ended up with you through spontaneous luck. Every day, he has filled these halls with joy and laughter and much more sarcasm than even Loki could manage.”
“Appreciate it, Thor,” Loki scoffed.
“Many gods are gifted with companions through their lives. Companions are essentially guardians for gods. They help guide them and keep them safe. They are a lifetime partner. And so…” Thor trailed off and waved his hand. You gasped as Cooper ran up onto the platform, his heavy tail wagging back and forth. His fur was shiny and fluffed up and you pitied the maid that had been tasked to bathe him. He sat at your feet and you scratched his head. “I would like to give you the gift of being able to live out your life with Cooper.”
“Thor...what?” you whispered, your hand locked in Cooper’s fur.
“The lifespan of a dog is unfortunately short but with my power, I can extend his to match yours and Loki’s. Cooper will serve as your guardian and comfort creature. Do you accept this gift?” Thor asked.
“Yes! Oh my...yes!” you squealed. Honestly, you didn’t want to think about how you would have to say goodbye to Cooper one day. But now, with Thor’s gift, you didn’t have to worry about that. He would be able to spend forever with you and Loki too. Thor laughed and with a swirl of his hand, Cooper was surrounded in magic. He tried to bite at the cloud of magic around him but sneezed instead, and with that same burst of gold, Cooper was gifted with a life as long as yours. You fell to your knees and wrapped your arms around Cooper, not caring about the crowd. You and your best friend were going to stick together after all.
“Ah, Princess?” Thor said, poking your shoulder. “There’s one other gift.”
“What is it?” you asked.
“Hey there, best girl.”
You whipped your head around and stared at Cooper.
“Cooper? Did you just...did you just speak?”
“Hey, you can hear me now too!” Cooper licked your face and wagged his tail. “We can talk shit about Loki!”
“Oh my gods, I can understand you!” you laughed, hugging him tighter. “Wait, why do you have a Boston accent?”
“Eh, who fucking knows?”
You shook your head and cupped Cooper’s face. “I love you, Cooper. You have been my best friend since the day I picked you up. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I will never be able to repay you. You mean everything to me, Coop.”
“I love you, best girl. Shit, it feels so good knowing you can hear me now. I’m so happy that you adopted me that day. I’d be nowhere without you. You’re my world, sweet cheeks.” Cooper licked at you and whined. You felt yourself getting emotional as Loki placed a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him and stood, throwing your arms around him.
“We’re all going to be together, Loki,” you whispered into his neck.
“I know, my love. It is truly incredible.” Loki pulled back and offered his hand to you. “Come along, little one. It’s time for my gift.”
You took Loki’s hand as he led you back down the aisle. You waved at everyone you passed and squealed when you saw Kassandra. You tore away from Loki and wrapped your arms around her, taking her into a big hug.
“You came!” you said as you hugged her.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Kassandra nodded when she pulled away.
You hugged her wife, Alvana, and made sure to be careful around her pregnant stomach. “How’s the baby?”
“She’s good,” Alvana said, rubbing her stomach. “Your beloved and his mother were very gracious in blessing us with a child with their fertility magic.”
“It’s the least I could do for you both,” Loki said, taking your hand once again. “After all the blessings you have given us - the Livets Blomst, the art supplies - I had to give you a blessing of my own.”
“And we are very grateful for that, my Prince. I wish you two all of the joy,” Kassandra said, dipping into a deep curtsey. When she came back up, there was a knowing glint in her eyes. “May the realms put their faith in you, Goddess of Trust.”
“Thank you, Kassandra,” you said, squeezing her hand. You turned back to Loki and nodded, giggling as he swept you back down the walkway. When you exited the ceremony hall, it would be expected for you to appear at the banquet. However, Loki had alternate plans that would involve you not showing up right away. Thor and Frigga were aware of it and would entertain the guests until then. For now, you followed Loki through the halls of the palace until he came to a stop.
“My love,” Loki said, pulling away and stopping in front of a set of gold doors. “Many months ago, you painted a portrait of me. You braided my hair and looked into my eyes and fascinated me with your talent. I swore that one day your work would hang on the walls of the palace. And so, I would like to show you that even the God of Lies holds his truth. Welcome to your hall of art.”
Loki pushed the doors open and you gasped. The long hallway was filled with paintings and drawings you had created. Landscapes, photos of Cooper, and paintings of Loki covered the walls. The sun slanted in through the high windows, highlighting each painting and truly bringing out their colors. Your eyes watered as you looked around.
“Loki...this is perfect,” you whispered, turning around to face him. You ran into his arms and held him tightly, your lips pressing kisses along any part of skin you could reach. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“There is no need to thank me, pet,” Loki laughed, pulling you back just a bit. His eyes were full of love and fuck, you wanted him. You wanted him to push you onto the ground and mount you right then and there. Your thoughts - prayers - must have been loud because Loki raised a brow and gave you a wicked smirk. “Not here, little girl. There is still more for you to see.”
“Wait, this isn’t it?” you asked, trying to ignore the wet throbbing between your thighs.
Loki shook his head and took your hand once again. “No, little one. I have one more thing I wish to show you.”
Quietly, Loki led you from the palace and onto the same stone path you took before that led towards the temples. Except this time, it wasn’t just Loki’s black temple that came into view. There was a white one right beside it.
“Loki? This wasn’t here before,” you noted, feeling a bit slow to process what was happening. The white building was connected to Loki’s temple by a small garden. Beautiful flowers, small trees, and a stone path ran between the structures. In the garden were a few benches and two ponds. Loki smiled and opened the door to the white building and led you inside of it. It looked exactly like Loki’s but for every darkness in his, there was light here. Instead of black walls, these walls were a pale silver. The floor was white marble and between the pews was an aisle that led up to an altar. You walked up to the altar and ran your hand over it. It wasn’t a deep jade color like Loki’s. It was spring green...like your dress. You paused and turned to Loki. “Is this what I think it is?”
“Welcome to the Temple of Trust, my goddess,” Loki announced. He sank to his knees and removed his helmet. He placed his helmet on the floor beside him and bowed before you, his body emulating that of someone in prayer. “I built it for you.”
“You built this?” you asked, stepping down from where the altar was. “But...how?”
Loki lifted himself onto his knees. “With magic, my dear. I’ve been planning this for a while. That was why I needed to part with you while you got ready today. I had to create this.” Loki looked a bit sheepish as he gestured to the door that led out to the garden. “I thought you might want our temples to be connected. That way we are together and can be closer while we work. If I overstepped or assumed then -”
You cut Loki off by falling to your knees and pressing your lips to his. “It’s perfect, Loki. This is absolutely perfect. This is everything I could have ever wanted. Thank you so much.”
“This temple is yours, pet. It will be another home to you. I can’t wait to see you flourish in here,” Loki said. “However, there is something very imperative that we must do.”
“What’s that?”
Loki’s smile was one filled with darkness and lust. “I need to fuck you on that altar of yours.”
You yelped as Loki hoisted you up by your arm and practically dragged you up the dais. Yes, this was exactly what you wanted. You had been craving Loki all day and now you could finally have him. And based on the dark glint in his eyes, you were going to be in for quite the rough taking. You felt your dress magically fading from your body as you got closer to the altar, leaving you in just your heels, panties, tiara, and pendant. You moaned when Loki pushed you face down on the altar, your ass up in the air. His hand stroked over your ass and you heard him hum with appreciation.
“Those girls put you in white lace panties. It’s like you’re an innocent little virgin goddess for me,” Loki chuckled. You moaned when his hand smacked down against your ass. He bent over you and you could feel his breath on your ear. “Yet you’re anything but an innocent little virgin, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Master,” you whispered as he spanked you again. His fingers trailed down to your cunt and began sliding over your lace covered lips. You were soaking wet as you pushed back into his touch.
“Mmm, you’re just a filthy cock slut for your Master. Even now, as an all powerful being, you’re a submissive pet for me,” Loki snickered. He smacked your ass again and you let out an unbridled moan. “Say it, little girl. Tell me what you are.”
“I’m your filthy little cock slut, Master. My body belongs to you. You own me,” you responded, your breathing heavy with arousal. Even after so long of being with Loki, he still managed to make your knees weak and your body tremble with lust because of his dark words.
“Such a good girl,” Loki cooed. He pressed the tip of his fingers to your covered clit. You moaned his name as you let your head fall against the altar, the stone cooling your heated forehead. Loki chuckled behind you as you spread your legs wider. He ripped your panties off and slid his hand over your slick cunt, soaking his fingers. “Tell me what you want, little girl.”
“I want the leash,” you admitted with flustered cheeks. “Please, Master.”
“Dirty bitch,” Loki snorted as he spanked you once more. “Very well.”
Loki flipped you around so you were seated on the altar facing him. He placed his hand on your pendant and you proudly bared your neck. Loki’s magic swirled around you and the pendant shrunk into your collar. A long, golden chain leash fell into Loki’s hand as he pulled away. Loki’s jaw was slack as he took in the sight of you - naked aside from a pair of heels, your little forehead tiara, and fashioned with a leash and a collar. You smiled as you placed your feet on the altar and presented your swollen pussy to him. You ran your fingers over your slit and moaned softly.
“Master…” you whined as you touched yourself. “I want your cock in me. Please, Loki. Give it to me.”
Loki was caught in a trance of you touching yourself for a few moments. You could see his hard cock straining for freedom in his trousers. The leash was fisted tightly in his hand but his eyes were glazed over, admiring the way your fingers swiped over your clit. You moaned his name and Loki blinked, snapping out of his daze. With a growl, he tugged on your leash and tightened the collar around your neck. He grabbed your face in his other hand and gave you a stern look.
“None of that, little girl. You’re the one on the leash. You don’t get to call the shots,” Loki hissed. He pushed you so you were perched on your elbows on the altar. He grinned down at you and sent a smack to your wet pussy. You arched your back and groaned while Loki wrapped the leash around his fist. “I’m going to play with this pretty pussy now, baby. Consider it a reward for being my good little goddess.”
“Oh, fuck!” you shouted as Loki sank to his knees and began licking at your cunt. Pleasure flooded your senses in a way you had never felt before. Your body was teeming with energy and it seemed Loki noticed too. His eyes widened as he lifted his head, sinking two fingers inside of you. You were panting as you watched Loki fuck you with his long fingers.
“Do you feel that, pet?” Loki whispered, kissing your inner thigh. “That energy? That spark?”
“W-What is that?” you gasped as he curled his fingers inside of you.
“That’s us. That’s our connection, our passion. That’s the power of two destined gods mating with one another,” Loki purred, licking over your clit in tight circles.
“Is it going to be like this every time?” you asked, your question getting cut off by a moan as Loki suctioned his lips around your clit and sucked. You reached forward and fisted a hand in his dark hair, pulling on it in the way you knew he loved. Loki moaned against you, the vibrations of it sending shivers up your spine.
“I certainly hope so. All the more reason to keep you locked in my chambers as my personal sex slave,” Loki purred. His fingers curled inside of you as he pumped them harder, your body shaking from the power of his thrusts. You bit your lip and tightened your grip in his hair, earning a snicker from Loki. “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? I’d tie you up to my bed and fuck you whenever I pleased. I’d keep you wet and wanting for me. Your tender cunt would always be open and ready to receive my cock. I’d fuck you day and night until you were pregnant. I’d breed you over and over again, because that’s what you’re good for. My personal vessel for pleasure and breeding. Tell me, little one, is that what you want me to do to you?”
“Yes!” you gasped, rocking down against Loki’s fingers. The leash had gotten pulled even tighter as Loki spoke, his lust overcoming him. But when you were merely mortal, you would be hitting your limit with this tightness. Now as a goddess, you could take more, endure more. It thrilled you knowing that you and Loki could get even more devious and more rough with your newfound status. You straightened your throat and encouraged him to tug more. “I’m yours, Master. Use me as you see fit. You own me and I exist solely for your pleasure.”
“Yes, you do,” Loki growled as he stood to full height. He grabbed your face and slammed his lips to yours, kissing you roughly. You clawed as his chest, frustrated that his armor was blocking you from seeing him. You wanted it off. You continued clawing at it and with a grunt, Loki was shirtless. He pulled back and stared down at himself. “You amazing little goddess.”
“What?” you panted, your hands busy roaming Loki’s bare torso. You wanted to mark him up and sink your teeth into his skin. Loki was yours, eternally now. You wanted to prove it. You dragged your nails down his skin and watched as little red lines rose up. Loki’s defenses weren’t even down and you were doing this. You grinned and lunged forward, ready to bite at his neck but Loki stopped you.
“You did this,” he said, pointing to his torso.
“Yeah, I know. I’m stronger now so you don’t need to lower your defenses for me to mark you,” you replied with a grin. “Now come here and let me mark you more.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Loki laughed, holding your wrist. “You took my clothes off.”
“Wait, what?”
“You manifested it. You removed my clothing,” he said with a bright smile. “Go on, try the pants now.”
“I don’t know how I did that,” you whispered. Loki gave you an encouraging nod and you closed your eyes, trying to do whatever you did before. You pursed your lips and imagined Loki’s clothing melting from his body, revealing inch after inch of warm, milky skin for you. You pictured the way his cock would spring up and how flushed the head would be. You wanted to see him. You wanted to feel his skin under your palm. You heard Loki gasp and when you opened your eyes, he was nude. “Holy shit!”
“My little goddess, I knew there would be magic in you,” Loki said, bending down to kiss you. He moved his mouth to your neck and began sucking bruises along the line of your collar. “Such a good girl. I’m so proud of you. I don’t know how much more will manifest in you but shit, baby, it’s there.”
“This is incredible,” you giggled. You grabbed Loki’s shoulders and pushed him back. You began biting his neck, sucking bruises into his skin. Loki moaned and rolled his head back, giving you complete access to his throat. You clawed down his torso again until you reached his cock. You wrapped a tight fist around him and pumped him, your pussy throbbing with the need to be filled. You whimpered and licked Loki’s neck, a bruise beneath your tongue. “Fuck me, Master. Take what belongs to you.”
“I will, pet,” Loki whispered. He grabbed your hips and flipped you around so your breasts were pressed to the flat top of the light green altar. Loki lifted one of your legs onto the altar, helping you spread out more. In one hand, he held your leash tightly. In the other, he held his cock and ran it along your slit. You whined impatiently.
“Loki! Stop teasing me. I need your cock, Master. I need you so badly. Please fuck me. Please fuck me. Please!” you cried out. You heard Loki growl from behind you and with a swift thrust, Loki was inside of you. Your eyes widened and it felt like everything in the world made sense. Loki and this sensation was at the center of your universe and you never wanted to let go of this passion. You clenched around his cock and sighed, peace overcoming you. “This feeling...Loki…”
“I know, baby. I feel it too,” Loki murmured, bending over you so his chiseled chest was pressed to your back. He kissed along the back of your shoulder. “Gods, I love you so fucking much. Being with you is the most indescribable feeling. I adore you so much, pet.”
“I love you, Loki,” you said, tears beginning to pool in your eyes and run down your cheeks.
“You are everything to me, little one. I promise to live to protect you, serve you, and ensure that you feel every ounce of love that I hold for you. You’re mine and I will never let you go,” Loki groaned, pulling out and thrusting back in. Both of you moaned in unison, the feeling of pleasure so grand that you couldn’t even speak. This was what it meant to be connected to Loki. This sex, this bonding, you had never felt anything like it. Your souls were intertwined and the realms were blessed by you two coming together. You tightened your pussy, sucking Loki in, as you cried out his name.
“Loki, fuck me harder. Please, please, please,” you babbled, pushing yourself backwards into his thrusts. Loki pulled the leash taut and your head snapped back. You were staring at the ceiling, watching the rays of the setting sun stream into your temple. Loki kissed your cheek as he pounded into you.
“You sound so beautiful when you beg. I swear I’ll have you begging for my cock every day for the rest of our lives,” Loki grunted with every thrust. “Not a day will pass where I’m not buried inside of this gorgeous pussy.”
“Gods, that sounds perfect,” you said, half laughing, half moaning. You shouted out in pleasure when Loki’s nails bit into your thigh, pushing you to get further inside of you. You knew his eyes were on the spot where his cock was sliding in and out of you. He loved watching himself fuck you. You pushed back against him and giggled when he hissed.
“You are such a naughty little girl,” Loki gasped, smacking his hand down on your thigh. “I have centuries upon centuries to punish you.”
“Good. I can’t wait,” you said with a grin. You managed to turn yourself enough to look at Loki. You grabbed the leash and pulled him forward, his fist still wrapped around it. You pressed your lips to his and moaned into his mouth as he pounded into you, his thrusts harsh and unrelenting. Good. You didn’t want it any other way. Loki bit your lip and tugged it, his breathing ragged.
“My dirty pet, you feel so good wrapped around me. I can’t wait to cum inside of you,” Loki groaned. “Brace yourself, little one.”
You didn’t have time to answer because Loki had whipped you back around and pressed you into the altar. Both of his hands were on your hips - one of which was still tangled with the leash pulled taut - as he thrusted into you. You swore you were seeing stars as he fucked you. Your body was teeming with pleasure and you knew you were going to cum soon. You clenched and fluttered around Loki’s cock as you held onto the altar.
“Fuck! Loki!” you shouted. “I need to cum!”
“I bet you do,” Loki laughed. “Hold it. You can only cum when I tell you to.”
“Yes, Master,” you responded breathily. Loki continued fucking you and you were doing your best to hold back on your orgasm. You squirmed around but you couldn’t get far because of the tight leash. You began crying again as you clawed the altar. “Loki! I need to cum!”
“Hold it,” he growled.
“Please!”
“Don’t do it.”
“Master, please let me cum! Please please please!”
“Hold it!” Loki swung his hand around from your hip to your clit and pressed two fingers down. “Now!”
You and Loki came at the same time, your orgasms perfectly synced up. Bliss flooded your veins as you felt Loki release inside of you, his hot cum warming your wet walls. Your cunt was locked around him, keeping his cock wedged inside of you. Your forehead fell against the altar as you caught your breath. Loki’s head was resting between your shoulders.
“Your new endurance...it’s good,” Loki breathily chuckled. You laughed, your body shaking happily as Loki slid out of you. He flipped you around and sat you on the altar. He kissed you, hands resting on your thighs. You made out with him slowly, intimately. You felt your collar returning to the shape of your pendant as Loki slid his tongue into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close.
“I love you,” you mumbled against his lips.
“I love you,” Loki responded, pulling away. He looked around the temple and shook his head. “We didn’t even make it five minutes without christening the place.”
“Now it feels like home,” you said, twiling a strand of Loki’s hair around your finger. You wrapped your legs around Loki’s waist and pulled him flush against your body. “Thank you, Loki.”
“For what, pet?” Loki asked, furrowing his brows.
“For this, for everything. My temple, my confidence, giving me love. You have given me a life that I could only dream of. I’ll never be able to thank you enough for it,” you whispered. Loki’s eyes filled with unshed tears as he rubbed your hips with his thumbs. He licked his lips and smiled.
“And thank you, my beloved. You have given me a life worth living. You have shown me kindness, loyalty, and trust. Your heart glows for me and you are the most beautiful, radiant person I have ever known. My heart beats only for you.” Loki paused and bit his lip. “Get down for me. I want to show you something.”
Loki helped you off of the altar. He magicked his armor and your dress back on. He turned you so you were facing the altar and he was behind you.
“What should I do?” you asked.
“I’m going to show you how to hear a prayer,” Loki whispered in your ear, his hands on your waist. “Close your eyes. Focus on yourself. Become centered in your temple. Feel the trust inside of you. Remember that feeling of a glass being filled? Tap into that. Think of how it felt having something being poured into that glass. And really concentrate. Listen. Hear your devotion.”
You shut your eyes and did what Loki said. You took deep breaths and found the center of your body. Loki stepped away from you and you were alone in front of your altar. You felt around inside of your soul for that feeling of trust. You grasped onto it and listened. You could hear little voices whispering in the back of your head. You listened to them, listened to what they needed and prayed for.
“Goddess of Trust.”
You stiffened as you heard Loki’s voice in your head. Your lips turned up into a smile as you tried to find his voice again. It was louder than the others in your head, though you knew that was because of your connection. It was exciting to hear what Loki heard when you prayed to him. You searched for his voice again and felt bubbling joy when you heard him.
“Goddess of Trust, I pray that you turn around.”
You furrowed your brows and opened your eyes. Carefully, you turned around. One hand flew to your mouth at what you saw.
Loki was down on one knee holding a ring box.
“My lovely darling,” Loki said, staring into your eyes. “From the very moment I met you, you put your trust and your faith in me. You gave me the sacred gift of your virginity, and from there your loyalty, and from there, your love. Every day you have given me a reason to wake up and prosper on. I think of you day and night and I am constantly searching for ways to be better for you and do better for you. My love, you mean everything to me. I want to spend every day by your side, caring for you, adoring you, loving you. I want to be your rock, your heart, your lover and very best friend. I want to be your husband. So, my good girl, my sweet pet, my beautiful beloved, will you marry me?”
Tears were pouring down your cheeks at Loki’s speech. Your hands were trembling and your heart was racing in your chest. You nodded quickly, a smile breaking out onto your face.
“Yes! Yes, Loki, yes!” you cheered. Loki’s face was filled with shock and excitement as he registered that you had agreed. He hopped up and removed the ring from the box. It was a golden band with an emerald on it, surrounded with smaller emeralds, the perfect design to match your pendant. Loki slipped the ring on your finger and you stared at it in awe. Slowly, you looked back up at Loki’s face. “You’re going to be my husband.”
“Yes, darling, I’m going to be your husband and you’re going to be my wife,” Loki whispered, lifting your hand and kissing the ring. “This is the best day of my life.”
“I love you so much, Loki,” you said, thrusting yourself into his arms and kissing him. The kiss was fast, passionate, but full of so much love that it had tears melting from both Loki’s eyes and yours. You never wanted to let go of this moment. This was what you had always looked forward to - a long, loving life with Loki and it was finally here.
“I love you, pet. I’ll always love you,” Loki whispered, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “Forever starts now, beloved.”
“This is everything I have ever wanted,” you said softly. “Well, not everything. We don’t have any children yet.”
“I’m ready to get started whenever you are,” Loki purred, giving you a flirtatious wink.
“Loki! Not yet! We literally just got engaged!” you laughed, shaking your head. Loki chuckled and kissed your forehead tenderly. You blushed and held Loki tighter, not wanting to let go of him. But you didn’t have to let go. Not now. Not ever. Loki was yours and the ring on your finger proved it.
“I know, darling. We have all the time in the world for that,” Loki said, his arm tightening around your waist. His eyes were soft as he looked down at you. “I can’t wait to marry you. I’m going to give you the best wedding in all the Nine Realms.”
“Loki Friggason, we could get married in a shack and it would still be the best wedding,” you promised. “As long as you’re there, that’s all I need.”
“I will always be there, pet. Always.”
And you knew that was the truth. Because in the end, Loki was truly yours. He would be your husband, your partner, your greatest ally. He was the second half of your whole. He was the darkness to your light. He was the god destined to be with you.
As you held Loki in your arms, you could feel his loyalty, his passion, his trust in you. Loki could feel your devotion, your lust, your urgency for him. Together, you two were unstoppable. There was nothing that could come between you. People had tried, forces had tried, and they all failed. Your love, above all else, prevailed. There was not a darkness, not a shade, not a single being in this universe that could break apart the bond that you had formed. Loki was your soulmate, your single person, and you were his.
Loki was your Master. You were his pet. And you were equals. You would fight together, laugh together, love together, exist together. Your hearts had become one, and in this moment, you felt it. You felt every bit of love that Loki held for you. His green eyes shimmered and you knew he felt yours too.
“When do we need to be at the banquet?” you asked.
“It would probably be fitting for us to arrive within the hour,” Loki answered.
“Good. We have plenty of time for this.” You grabbed Loki’s armor and pushed him against the altar. You ran your hands over his crotch and felt his cock swell. “What can I do for you, Master?”
Loki’s smirk was devious. He pressed his hand to your shoulder and pushed you downwards onto your knees.
“Get on your knees and pray to me, little one. Pray to your god, your Master, your husband. Pray for mercy, for lust, for your darkest desires. Pray to me, pet. I want to hear you call for me like you did that very first night. Pray to me and I will give you exactly what you need.”
Your response was quick, excited, and filled with so much love that it had your heart racing. You tilted your head back, crossed your hands behind your back, pushed your breasts forward, and smiled at him with so much trust, Loki could feel it in his soul.
“Yes, Master.”
Notes:
We finally have our happily ever after!! AND we still have our epilogue next week!! It’s honestly just as long as a typical chapter though and I can absolutely promise you it will be worth the wait!! I can’t wait to share it with you!! And then after next week, this fic will be all wrapped up and complete. So so insane. Let me know what you thought of this last chapter!! I’d love to hear your thoughts and what you think will happen in the epilogue (it’s already written so seeing your theories will definitely be amusing)!!
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Chapter 36: Epilogue
Summary:
Time has passed, things have changed, and you are living a life you could only have dreamed of
Notes:
This is it everyone - Happy Friday! Gosh I’m going to miss saying that. We’re finally here at the end of our story. Seriously I think I’m going to cry. Every week has been so much fun being able to chat and share this story with you all. I’m going to miss it so much. I have a few words for you at the end of this chapter so please read the notes at the bottom!
Here we go - the epilogue. Thank you for reading and as always, I hope you enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
12 years later
With the passage of time comes the transformation of the person. It was something you had learned long ago.
With every passing minute, you mature, you grow, you learn. You are constantly changing, constantly evolving, and constantly becoming who you were meant to be. The passage of time could be scary, intimidating, and even upsetting. As youth leaves the body, you can feel the years wither away and it makes you wonder if you had done enough in that time.
When you were a child, you remembered hearing your mother talk about how she wished she could go back to the good old days. As a kid, you didn’t know what that meant. You were happy so you figured she was happy. That wasn’t the case. Your mother had lived in a dream world of reverting back to her teenage years, the years stolen from her. It was no wonder she fled when she had the chance. That was her opportunity to go back to the way things used to be. You learned how to forgive her and sometimes, you even prayed for her. You hoped she was living a good life.
Your mother had been afraid of the passage of time. She was one of the people who felt that once a minute passed, it was a minute wasted. You were thankful that you didn’t think the same way she did. Instead, you looked at each passing moment as a learning experience and a fond memory. Perhaps it was the peacefulness that had grown inside of you, the contentedness that had nestled within you, and happiness you felt more and more every day that helped you look at life with a bit more optimism.
Because even as time passed, you were happy. You were the happiest you had ever been.
After all, with a lover like Loki, how could you not be happy?
Your eyes were closed as you felt the rays of the sun hitting your face through the skylight of your temple. The realms were at peace today. You could feel it inside of you, a calmness that brought you comfort. Your lips curled into a smile as you basked in the feeling of the realms’ trust.
It had been twelve years since you became the Goddess of Trust and much had happened in that time. Shortly after your transformation, you got to work on repairing the loss of loyalty and unity amongst the people of the realms. Your existence held the very fabric of trust and that trust needed to be mended. You worked tirelessly day and night to repair the concept of trust. It took a long time, but things were finally the way they should be.
The process started with you having to look into the hearts of the people and learn why they could not feel, or did not feel, trust. Most of the time, it was rooted in betrayal. The anger that these people held onto because of such betrayal caused them to be bitter and untrusting. You worked to teach them how to be kinder and learn to forgive. It was then that you realized not only were you the Goddess of Trust and Loyalty, but you were also governing another branch - forgiveness.
It was not an easy journey to get to the point you were at today. You struggled greatly with this mantle. It was hard work and sometimes, there wasn’t an answer to your problems. You had to go through trial and error to learn how to completely blossom into this goddess. Luckily, you were never alone through it. You had your friends and your family to help you along the way. It was thanks to them that you were able to soar to the heights you had reached. Now, the only way to go was up.
“Little goddess…”
You opened your eyes and smiled when you heard that voice in your head - Loki.
“Hello, Master.” Your connection with Loki had only strengthened over the years. Now, you didn’t even need to be in prayer to hear each other in your heads. One of Loki’s powers he had developed was telepathy. Now, you two could speak to each other mentally even if you were planets apart. Thankfully, you never were.
“I’ve missed you, little girl.”
“I’m only down the road, Loki.”
“And that is way too far for my taste.”
You rolled your eyes and giggled. “Well, what would you like me to do about that?”
“Sassy girl. Watch your mouth or else.”
“Or else what?”
“Or else I’ll toss you over my knee and spank you so hard you’ll be begging for mercy.”
“Promises, promises.”
“I do not appreciate this attitude, little girl. You’ll be reprimanded for that.”
“I look forward to it.”
“I’m sure you do. Now, come to me, pet. I’m not the only one who misses you.”
You bit your lip as you grinned. “Okay, I’ll be there soon.”
You quickly stood and brushed your dress off. On your altar was a collection of incense and books. You waved your hand and they disappeared. It was a helpful spell that Loki had taught you. You weren’t as adept in magic as he was. He was the Master Sorcerer, so it was hard to even begin to compete with him. Still, you were able to manage a few spells, such as summoning and disappearing magic. Now Loki was the one cooing “neat trick” every time you waved your hand.
You left your temple in a flurry of skirts. You didn’t want to seem desperate to see Loki again but you missed him, even though it had only been a few hours. If it was up to you, you’d spend every moment of the day with your husband.
About three months after your ceremony, you and Loki got married. The wedding was beautiful and it was everything you could have ever dreamed of. When you glided up the aisle, white dress long and elegant with a veil trailing several dozen feet behind you, you had locked eyes with Loki and you both burst into tears. He stood at the front of the ceremony room in his fanciest armor. When you reached him after the seemingly endless walk, he had bowed before you, kissed your knuckles, and professed his love in front of the entire realm. He held your hands through the entire ceremony, tears tracking down his cheeks. His vows were long, romantic, and fueled with so much passion and love that it took every bit of willpower for you not to leap forward and kiss him. Your vows, in turn, were softly spoken and you had to pause to weep a few times, but Loki held you through it. And when it was finally time to seal the union, Loki took you into his arms and kissed you until you were breathless, enamored, and thoroughly wet.
After the wedding was even greater. Loki made love to you all through the night and well into the next day, pulling almost two dozen orgasms from your body, maybe even more. He had fucked you in his Jotun form, in his Asgardian form, and even with his clone once. Even now, you still found yourself blushing thinking about those festivities. Ever since, Loki had been the perfect husband, constantly doting on you and showing you how much he loved you. You could feel his care for you and how destined you two were for each other. Your souls were intertwined and every time your heart beat, you could feel his beat in sync.
You made your way into the palace, exchanging small nods and little waves with everyone you passed, but you only had one destination in mind - your wing of the palace. When you reached the doors, you smiled and swung them open.
Your breath caught in your throat at what you saw.
Loki was sitting in front of the fireplace with your daughter in his lap. He was reading her a story and bouncing her on his knee. She was giggling and poking at the book in Loki’s hands. You stood there quietly for a few moments, just admiring the sight before you. It didn’t take long for Loki and your daughter to notice you. When they did, Loki burst into an even larger grin and your daughter squealed.
“Mama!” she shouted. She squirmed off of her father’s lap and ran for you. You picked her up and held her on your hip.
“Hello, baby,” you cooed, bouncing her a bit. “Were you good for Dada?”
“She was an angel, unlike her brother,” Loki laughed, standing up and making her way over towards you. He kissed the young girl’s head, flowing with dark curls. “Isn’t that right, Asta?”
“Right!” Asta said, beaming at you. You brushed some of her wild hair away from her face. Asta was four years old and teeming with energy. She was an excitable little girl that reminded you far too much of Thor. She had dark hair and bright blue eyes. When she was born, Frigga had immediately noted how much she looked like her sister and Loki’s birth mother, Asta. With tears in his eyes, Loki asked if you could name her after his mother and you immediately agreed. Asta was Loki’s baby girl and he spoiled her endlessly.
“I did absolutely nothing wrong.” You and Loki turned to see your son, Stefan, walking into the common room. Stefan was seven and was the spitting image of Loki. You could see some of your features in his face but otherwise, a portrait of young Loki and a portrait of Stefan were nearly identical. Stefan was like his father in other respects, as well. He possessed a great ability for magic. Loki was able to feel it as soon as he was born. In fact, Loki believed that Stefan Lokison would even be able to surpass his father in magical abilities, with the correct training of course.
“Oh, really?” Loki scoffed, ruffling the dark hair atop Stefan’s head. “Why don’t you tell your mother what you did then?”
“Stefan,” you said in a motherly voice that had become second nature to you. “What did you do?”
“It was just a small prank,” Stefan murmured, digging his toe into the ground. He sighed and looked up at you with wide green eyes. “Asta was going through my things so I put her in a bubble so she couldn’t touch anything!”
“Stefan!” you gasped, trying to hold in the laughter you wanted to let go. You pictured your little girl floating around the room in a magical bubble. Based on the quirk of Loki’s lips, he also found it amusing. Still, you shook your head. “You can’t just do that!”
“But it was fun,” Asta laughed, clapping her hands together. Stefan gestured to his little sister as if to say “see, mom!”. You rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss to Asta’s cheek. Then, you bent over and kissed Stefan’s head.
“I’m not upset, love. You just need to be more careful. Magic is a very tricky thing and spells can go wrong quite easily. Your father will tell you all about it,” you said, pinching his cheek. Stefan made a disgusted face and pushed your hand away, clearly embarrassed by his doting mother. You placed Asta on the ground and gestured between them. “Stefan, apologize to Asta.”
“I’m sorry for sticking you in a magic bubble,” Stefan sighed.
“No, do it again!” Asta cheered, hugging her brother.
“She gets that from you, you know,” you said, pointing to your husband. The smile on his face was cocky and proud.
“Oh, I know. It’s marvelous,” he laughed. Stefan tried to hold back a smile at his sister’s affection as he hugged her. You knew he was pretending to be buff and prickly but just like his father, he was a sap for love and attention. You rested your head on Loki’s shoulder as he wrapped an arm around you. He kissed your temple and his voice dropped to a whisper. “Frigga will be here soon for his lessons. Thor is going to take Asta out for a horse ride. It will just be you and me.”
Your body stiffened in Loki’s grasp. You bit your lip as you tried to repress your already immediate urges for your husband. Telepathically, though, Loki was flashing images in your mind of all the things he wanted to do to you. You dug your fingers into your palm and forced him out of your head, giving him a chastising look. In return, Loki just smirked.
Even after becoming parents, the sex between you and Loki remained heavy and heated. You were still his good little girl, his submissive pet, and he was still your dark, dominant Master. While he couldn’t pounce on you any second of the day now, he continued to fuck you brutally when you two were alone. Loki still managed to tie you up, bruise you, and call you the filthiest names in the book. You knelt before him, served him, and in return, he rewarded you with games and orgasms and the best sex imaginable. It definitely was an exciting life being married to the God of Sex. He continued to keep the room soundproof so you didn’t wake the children or Cooper with your moans, cries, and pleas.
Part of you was slightly worried that after Stefan was born, your sex life would fizzle out with a child in the picture, but it only made Loki more insatiable. The fact that the God of Sex and Fertility had gotten his wife pregnant and she bore him a child made his power swell and greaten. And for you, seeing Loki as a father was perhaps the greatest turn on that existed. You two were constantly starving for each other and he ensured your needs were always met.
Until Frigga and Thor arrived shortly later, though, you spent your time cuddling your daughter as Loki helped Stefan with a spell he had been working on. You braided Asta’s hair as Loki helped your son and you hummed softly. Asta was busy toying with her necklace - a thin gold chain with a little emerald heart on the end. When both Stefan and Asta were born, Loki fashioned them jewelry to act just as your pendant did. Asta received her heart necklace and Stefan received a thicker golden chain that reflected emerald undertones when the light hit it. While they were never far from you or Loki, these pieces of jewelry connected your children to their father and guaranteed they were always protected.
Your pendant was a symbol of Loki’s love for you, care for you, and in a much more intimate sense, ownership of your body. Now that you two were living this life, you had wanted something for you to give him that would reflect that. Your connection was strong enough, but a magical piece of jewelry would be pretty nice. So, Loki helped you create a chain for him to wear around his neck. It was thin and gold, clasped by a small, light green stone at the base of the back of his neck. He never took it off and you often found him admiring it with a stroke of his fingers. To anyone else who caught a flash of it, it was a wedding gift that you gave him, but to you both, it was your mark of possession over him - one much more private than his beautiful wedding band.
You watched the wedding band on Loki’s hand glisten as he moved his hands with wild animation in front of his son. With careful eyes, you admired how great he was with Stefan and how perfect of a father he was. You never knew your father, and Odin was a beast, so seeing Loki being such a strong and caring father for your children was everything you could have ever wanted. With his children, he was considerate, gentle, and incredibly protective. He put his children first and always went out of his way to make sure they felt how greatly they were loved and accepted.
You felt your womb tightening and your throat go dry. It had been four years since Asta’s birth and your last pregnancy. You had been thinking of it for a while but as you sat there with your daughter in your arms and your husband teaching your son, you knew you were ready for another child.
Both of your pregnancies were tiring but beautiful. Having a little life inside of you that Loki gave you was pure bliss. And Loki, he was amazing. Years ago, when you told him you were ready for a baby, Loki had practically pushed you onto the bed with a feral look in his eyes.
“I can’t wait to breed you, little girl. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. How many kids are we trying for, hm? I think twenty would be nice,” Loki had growled as he kissed down your neck.
“Loki! No! We’re not having twenty kids, that’s way too many!” you had laughed.
Loki had lifted his head and his grin was wicked. “You’re right. Nineteen it is, then.”
Staying true to his word, he had fucked you nice and hard, filling your body with so much pleasure that you were delirious. When he came inside of you, you felt a spark within your womb. He had used his fertility magic to ensure you fell pregnant. With a hand pressed to your stomach, Loki confirmed that life was taking root within you. You both held each other, tearful and excited, because in a few short months, you would welcome your first child into the world.
During your pregnancy, he was attentive, careful, and nurturing. Anything you wanted, he gave to you. On top of that, he was perpetually horny, as were you. He made the pains of pregnancy easier to get through and even on days where you felt too lethargic, Loki showed you that you were the most beautiful person in the universe.
On the day of Stefan’s birth, Loki was protective over you, more so than usual. He wouldn’t let anyone who wasn’t his mother and the healer come near you. He held your hand and kissed your sweaty forehead during labor, encouraging you that you could do this. Then, Stefan was born, and your small family grew a bit larger. Loki cried the entire time Stefan was in his arms and he could not stop kissing you or his baby boy.
“I have a son,” he had whispered, rubbing his thumb along Stefan’s soft head. “You gave me a son, you brilliant, beautiful woman. I love you both so much.”
You had fallen asleep quickly after, your body exhausted from birth, and when you woke up, it was to the sight of Loki cradling Stefan in his arms and whispering promises of devotion, care, and constant protection to him. You cried silently as you watched the scene unfold before you. If it was possible, you fell in love with Loki even more that day.
Though, you did have a scare after Stefan’s birth. When he began growing up, you were startled that his growth matched that of a human. Had your mortal DNA caused your son to live the short life of a human? Loki promised you that this wasn’t the case. Asgardian children had similar growth to humans until they began reaching their teenage years. Then, they slowed down and aged much, much slower. You were relieved to hear this, though it made you appreciate the youth of your son even more knowing his aging would slow down soon.
Nothing changed the second time you got pregnant. Loki was still horny, attentive, and loving. Seeing his face twist with joy every time he touched your stomach or caught sight of your swollen breasts was one of the most beautiful things you had ever witnessed. Giving birth to Asta was a bit easier. She was smaller and you knew what to expect. Still, you and Loki both cried with joy when you held her for the first time, her gorgeous blue eyes wide and fascinated the moment she entered the world. Loki immediately was captured by his baby girl, as were you, and you knew for a fact you and Loki wouldn’t be stopping at two kids.
Bearing Loki two children was one of the greatest gifts you could ever give him, he had always said, and now, you wanted to give him a third.
It was a good thing you two would be alone soon.
You were disrupted from your thoughts by the sound of the door opening. Asta squealed and hopped off your lap as Cooper came running into the room. She wrapped her arms around him and giggled as he licked her.
“Hey, best boy,” you said, standing up and giving Cooper a scratch.
“Hey, best girl.” Cooper nodded at you. “King Blondie and Mama Frig’z are on their way. I just couldn’t wait to see the little pups.”
“Did he just call Thor ‘King Blondie’?” Loki laughed, standing from his kneeling position. Stefan bounded over to Cooper and began scratching him too. Cooper, that little narcissist, soaked up their attention and wagged his tail with excitement. When you were only a human, you had always feared that Cooper would never have a chance to meet your kids, when you had them one day. Now, he was a guardian of your children, always watching out for them and protecting them.
“Yes, he did,” you giggled. Loki walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you.
“Thor is the greatest King that Asgard and the realms has ever seen, as agreed by everyone in the Nine Realms, and yet he is dubbed with such a ludicrous nickname. I like this dog sometimes,” Loki said with a grin. You shook your head and nestled into Loki’s touch, a loving smile on your face. You both watched your children fawn over your dog, your heart swelling with pride at the fact that you and Loki had created and raised such gorgeous, intelligent, sweet children. When Thor and Frigga walked into the room, you and Loki didn’t even notice, you were so engrossed by your children.
“Look at them. Such saps,” Thor chuckled, pointing to you and Loki. Loki looked over to Thor and shook his head, tightening his arms around you.
“When you have a wife and children as beautiful as mine, you will find yourself completely captured with them as well, King Blondie,” Loki said, pausing to kiss your flushed cheek. Thor murmured some confusion about this new name while Loki kissed you. His voice lowered as he brushed his nose over your cheek. “I love the way you still blush for me.”
“I told you it’d never go away,” you whispered, turning your head. You lowered your eyes to his lips and reached up to kiss him. The kiss was slow and gentle, but it was quickly broken by the sound of Stefan gagging.
“Mom, dad, stop that,” Stefan groaned. Loki snickered and walked over to his son. He knelt down so he was eye level with him. Asta was still preoccupied with pretending Cooper’s butt was a drum but you, Frigga, and Thor watched Loki intently.
“Stefan Lokison, one day you are going to fall in love with someone and you will never want to stop being surrounded by them. All you’ll want to do is kiss and hold them. And when that day comes for you, I will gag in your face too and show you how it feels,” Loki said, nudging Stefan’s shoulder playfully. Stefan laughed but pursed his lips and shook his head.
“No, dad, that’s gross. It won’t happen. I won’t fall in love with anyone. Love is for suckers,” Stefan said.
“That’s mean, Stefan,” Asta said over her shoulder, earning a giggle from Frigga.
“I thought the same thing as you, you know. I thought I was too good for love and I didn’t need it. Love made people weak,” Loki murmured. He looked over at you and smiled softly. “But then I met your mother and I fell in love with her within moments. Her love made me stronger and now, it is the greatest thing in the realms. It may take a long time for you to get there, but you will, and you’ll come running back with your tail between your legs for doubting me.”
“Sure, dad,” Stefan huffed.
“As adorable as this life lesson is, we have other lessons we must attend to,” Frigga announced. She held her hand out. “Stefan, time to practice your spells.”
“And little Asta, it’s horse riding time!” Thor cheered. Asta clapped excitedly as Loki gave Thor a stern look.
“Make sure nothing happens to her, brother, or else Asgard will find itself without a King,” Loki warned, his face completely serious. Loki was certainly an overprotective father for both of his children. In fact, Thor and Frigga were two of the only people he trusted with his children - Heimdall being the third. You knew this would happen, you had predicted it years ago. Loki put the safety of you and your children first, no matter what. And whenever he was away from them, he would check in on their jewelry every so often to ensure they were safe. It was awfully endearing and your love for Loki soared whenever you saw his care for your children. Loki being the father of your children was the best thing you could have ever asked for.
“Worry not, Loki. Little Asta will be safe with me, I swear it,” Thor promised with a fist to his chest.
“And mother,” Loki said, turning to Frigga, his voice dropping. “Stefan has been showing exceptional skill lately. Please watch over him.”
“I’ve already raised one Master Sorcerer. I can handle another,” Frigga chuckled. Her gaze softened when she saw the concern in Loki’s eyes. “I’ll keep him safe, Loki. Everything will be okay.”
Stefan and Asta were unaware of the protective exchange between their father, uncle and grandmother. Stefan was saying goodbye to Cooper as Asta ran back to you. She tossed herself into your arms and pressed a big kiss to your cheek.
“I love you, mama,” she said. You tried to hold back tears of love and happiness as you cradled your baby in your arms, telling her how much you loved her too. You loved her more than you could put into words. Pulling away, Asta jumped into Loki’s arms. “I love you, dada.”
“I love you too, baby,” Loki said, kissing her head. He plopped her back onto the ground and looked at Cooper. “Are you going with her?”
“Yeah, boss. I’ll be there.”
“Keep my little girl safe, Coop,” you said, nodding at your dog.
“Of course, best girl. I always will.” Cooper ran over to you and licked a fat stripe up the side of your face. You laughed as he lumbered away. Thor hoisted Asta up onto his shoulders and carried your happily screaming daughter from the room. You were also incredibly protective over your children - truly, the mama bear mentality raged within you more often than not - but you knew that Thor would take care of your daughter. He treated her with such kindness and care that you knew nothing would ever happen to her under his watch.
The trust you held in Thor was so great that it even strengthened his own power, thus aiding him in being the greatest, most loyal, and most respectful King. The God of Thunder had unified the realms, fixed all of the wrongs that Odin had created and fostered, and became a beacon of hope for his people. He treated each of the realms with equality and care and ensured that anyone who showed signs of godliness were taken care of and trained. Even now, Thor spent time dismantling pieces of the palace made of gold, art, and goods that were stolen from other realms and returning them, along with reparations as a sign of sorrow. Thor was loved deeply and widely and you knew that when he had a child of his own and raised them to take on the mantle of King or Queen of Asgard, they would be just as kind, generous, and noble as their father.
You turned back and watched Stefan hug his father, thanking him for helping with his spells. Loki’s eyes were misty, they always were when he had to part with his children for even a few hours. Stefan pulled away and came over to you. He put his arms around your waist and hugged you, already tall for his age - another trait he had adopted from Loki.
“I’ll see you soon, mom,” Stefan said, hugging you tightly. You bent down and kissed the top of his dark head, still amazed at how much he looked like Loki.
“Be good for grandma,” you said, cupping Stefan’s cheeks. “I love you, sweetheart.”
Stefan’s crooked smile was bashful. “Love you too, mom.”
After hugging you, Stefan left with Frigga. The door closed behind them, leaving you and Loki alone. He walked over to you and watched you stare longingly at the door. You felt Loki’s hand rest on your shoulder.
“They’ll be back soon,” he sighed. You weren’t sure if he was telling you or himself that. You rested your hand over his and squeezed it.
“I know,” you whispered. “I just love them so much. I still can’t believe we have our own babies.”
“I’d hardly call them babies anymore. They’re growing up so fast,” Loki chuckled.
“I miss having a baby,” you said softly.
“So do I, dearest.”
“Let’s have another then.”
“What?” Loki gasped. You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck. Loki’s hands settled on your waist as they always did in this position. His face was full of pure shock and hope. You knew how badly Loki wanted more children. Sometimes, you would catch him wistfully looking at Stefan and Asta’s old baby clothes or his hand would brush over your stomach as if he was willing it to be filled with his child again. Loki may have been exaggerating when he said he wanted 20 children but you had a feeling that he would never stop wanting to have children. He loved Stefan and Asta too much, and he loved you being pregnant too, so it was no wonder that he was eager to have another child already.
“I want another baby, Loki,” you said, tangling your fingers in Loki’s hair. “I miss being pregnant and I want to grow our family even more. Our wing of the palace is big enough. I’m sure we can expand more if we needed to. I just...I really want another kid.”
“You do?” he asked.
“I do.” You took Loki’s hands and placed them on your stomach. “Give me another baby, Loki.” You paused and grinned. “Breed me, Master.”
Loki’s face shifted from startled to shocked to hopeful to aroused in mere seconds. Finally, his lips twisted into that seductive, cocky grin that you had fallen for so many years ago. His hands tightened on your waist and his stiff cock pressed against your body.
“Oh, I will. I will fuck you like the little breeding whore you were destined to be for me,” Loki chuckled, his lips ghosting over yours. You moaned at his words, your body flooding with pleasure and arousal. Loki’s nose brushed over yours and you could practically feel his grin. “But first, someone needs to be punished.”
Loki was quick to grab you by your arm and drag you into the bedroom. Inside, you were giddy and excited for the punishment Loki had promised. On the outside, you were doing your best to remain the quiet, submissive pet. But when Loki slammed the bedroom door closed, you couldn’t help but break out into a tiny smile.
“Why are you smiling?” Loki cooed, tilting his head. “Are you excited for your punishment?”
“Yes, Master,” you whispered.
“You won’t be soon,” he snickered. Loki’s hands skidded up your back before settling at the hem of your dress. With a smirk, he tore your dress in half and had it falling to the ground. You stood nude before him, your nipples pebbled from the cool air. Loki’s eyes raked over your body and he nodded in approval. “I cannot wait to fill you with my child again. To see your breasts swell and your stomach grow round with my heir, fuck, you are divine.”
“Don’t make me wait much longer, Loki,” you murmured, sliding up against him and running your hands up his breastplate. “I want to have your baby.”
“All in due time, kitten,” Loki purred. His hands swept upwards and cupped your breasts. He kneaded them in his palms, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. You moaned and arched into his touch, giving him more of you to hold. Loki began kissing along your neck and you knew when he inhaled, he was smelling your heady arousal. One of his hands captured your pendant - still hanging around your neck all these years later - and he sighed. “You’re all mine, pet. You belong to me and me alone.”
“Yes, Master,” you whispered, your voice trembling with arousal. Loki hummed and pulled back. He took your hand and guided you to the giant bed. He sat on the edge and quickly pulled you over his knee, your stomach pressed to his lap. His hand palmed your ass, nails scraping over your sensitive cheeks.
“Do you know why you’re getting punished, little one?” Loki asked. You could feel his erection through his pants and poking against you. It made your already wet center soak with more of your juices. You bit your lip and nodded, but that wasn’t enough for Loki. He swatted your ass and you moaned, tossing your head back. “Use your words when answering your Master.”
“Yes, Master. I spoke out of line and gave you attitude,” you said, looking up at Loki from your spot on his lap. The look he was giving you was stern but attentive. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“Your behavior requires correction, pet. I believe twenty strikes will be in order,” Loki said, placing his hand on your ass. “Color?”
“Green,” you assured him. You took a deep breath and yelped when Loki smacked your ass.
“Count.”
“One. Thank you, Master.” The second strike was even harder and you bit your lip. “Two. Thank you, Master.”
After becoming a goddess, you began to understand the true power of Loki’s strength. He was sincerely holding back when you were a human. Spanks of this magnitude surely would have had you calling red within a single shot. You could take them easily in this form and it heightened your desire for your husband even more knowing how physically strong he was.
Loki continued firing strikes onto your ass. By the fifth, you were moaning and groaning. By the tenth, tears were forming in your eyes and arousal was spilling from your pussy. By the fifteenth, you were scrambling on Loki’s lap, seeking his touch against your heated cunt.
“Sixteen! Thank you, Master!” you cried. “P-Please, Loki. Please touch me.”
“You want me to touch you? Dirty girl,” Loki grunted, running his hot palm along your swollen cunt. You moaned loudly and spread your legs, wanting to feel him everywhere. And then, he spanked your upper thigh where it met the base of your ass. You cried out and humped the air, your pussy fluttering.
“Seventeen. Thank you, Master,” you sobbed.
“You are such a naughty little thing. Seeking your Master’s touch, begging for me to play with your pussy. This is supposed to be a punishment!” Loki spanked you twice in succession. You counted quickly and thanked him for both, your nails digging into his leg and your juices running down your own. Your ass was on fire and you knew you would be bruised for many days after this. Loki’s hand settled on your ass and you flinched, whimpering slightly. “Last one, pet. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Loki,” you whispered through your tears.
Loki reared his hand back and landed it directly on your cunt. You screamed and thanked him, your body trembling violently. Loki growled and pulled you up so you were hovering above his lap. He slid two fingers inside of you and fingered you roughly. Your eyes widened as you clawed his chest, riding down on his hand despite the pain in your ass and thighs. Loki was giving you a dark look and as his thumb pressed to your clit, you came all over his hand.
“There’s my good girl. So good for your Master,” Loki whispered as you floated through your high. The intense pain mixed with the immediate pleasure afterwards always made you feel like you were drifting amongst the clouds. You gripped Loki’s shoulders as you stared into his eyes, small whimpers leaving your mouth. Loki rubbed your back softly. “Are you with me, beloved?”
“Loki…” Your voice was small and weak. You blinked a few times as you felt yourself returning to your body. You sunk against Loki and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thank you, Master. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, my sweet little wife,” Loki said with a smile, kissing your temple. “Now that your punishment is over, are you ready to make a baby?”
Immediately, you sat up with bright eyes and a huge grin. “Yes! Please, Loki, please give me another child.”
“I’ll spend all night breeding you if I have to,” Loki said, flipping you over so you were laying on the bed. Your ass still burned but you weren’t even registering it. You were so hyper focused on the fact that Loki would be getting you pregnant again shortly.
“You can literally say a spell to make me get pregnant. I don’t think that’s necessary,” you giggled as Loki began kissing his way down your body. He sucked on your nipples before lifting his head and sending you a wink.
“Oh, I know. But I think we should be…” Loki thrusted his clothed cock into your thigh. “Extra thorough. Don’t you agree?”
“Mmm, please,” you moaned, tossing your head back as Loki sucked a bruise into your stomach. His hands palmed your hips, your waist, and your stomach as his eyes marveled at you.
“My good girl, ready to bear my child once again. Watching you get pregnant again is my greatest pleasure,” Loki purred. His hands met your breasts again and you whined. “These breasts will grow full and round with milk for our baby after I breed you properly. I know how heavy they get, pet. I’ll relieve the pressure for you.”
You moaned and grabbed Loki’s hair as he kissed down your stomach and finally reached your cunt. You thought back to when you would breastfeed Stefan and how sore you would be. One night, Loki had been fucking you and after some generous sucking on your nipples, you began to leak some milk. He had lapped it up like a starving man and came so hard, he was wedged inside of you for almost ten minutes.
Without you even realizing, you were telepathically sending Loki memories of that night. He groaned as he licked at your pussy, his nails biting into your thighs as he held your legs spread open. It was turning Loki on more than he was willing to admit and he had to grind his cock against the bed to give himself some well needed pressure.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned as Loki slid his fingers back inside of your wet pussy. His eyes remained locked on you as he ate you out, your juices dripping down his chin. You rode against his face, clenching around his fingers and desperate for whatever he was willing to give you. You could hardly wait for him to slide his cock inside of you and fuck you until you were pregnant, but you had to wait until Loki said it was time.
“Do you remember when I pretended to breed you back on Midgard?” Loki whispered against your cunt, his fingers curling inside of you. You nodded and bit your lip. Loki smirked and kissed your clit gently. “It took everything in my power not to actually get you pregnant that day. I swear all I could think about was filling you with my heir. If you had said the word, pet, if you had told me that you wanted to stop pretending and let it be real, I would have given you a baby instantly.”
“Oh gods!” you moaned as the pads of his fingers massaged your most sensitive spots. “E-Even if we w-weren’t ready? You’d still do it?”
“Even then,” Loki murmured, sucking on your clit and dragging his teeth over it. “I think I would have gladly gotten you pregnant that first day I came down to Midgard if I had known where our relationship was headed.”
“Fuck, Loki, you can’t just say things like that,” you whimpered, your cunt clenching around his fingers.
“I’m a fertility god, little girl. Wanting to breed you is in my nature,” Loki purred, licking a stripe up your cunt. You groaned and arched your back. You tapped his head and tugged his hair, pulling his face up to meet yours. His fingers still fucked your tender cunt as you sealed your lips against Loki’s. You tasted yourself on his mouth but you greedily drank it up. Loki’s tongue dove into your mouth and danced with yours, tearing desperate cries from your throat.
“L-Loki, let me suck your cock. I want your cock, Master,” you begged. Loki’s eyes widened and you pulled yourself from his fingers. You flipped him onto his back and with a blink of an eye, you magicked his clothing off. You knelt over him sideways and took his cock into your mouth, sighing in relief at the familiar feeling of his weight on your tongue.
You wasted no time in teasing him, you were entirely too turned on. You bobbed your head along his shaft and spread your legs. You could feel Loki’s fertility magic in the air and it made your cunt swell. You wanted to please him and be able to bear him a child. You continued sucking his cock, earning moan after groan after grunt from Loki. Your name fell from his lips as you sucked on the tip of his cock.
“Such a good girl sucking her Master’s cock. Are you getting me all wet and ready to fuck your pretty pussy?” Loki cooed, pushing some of your hair away from your face. You nodded as best you could as you went down on your beautiful husband. Gasping, you felt Loki’s fingers return to your cunt, fucking you in time with the bobs of your head. “There we go, princess. Suck my cock like the little cock slut you are. Naughty little pet, always so hungry for my cock in her mouth.”
Your mind was hazy with lust and desire for the man beneath you. Swollen and heated, your cunt throbbed with the need to be filled by your Master. His fingers felt good inside of you but it wasn’t enough - you needed more. Pulling off of Loki’s cock, you continued to pump him with one hand.
“Breed me, Loki. Please give me your baby,” you whispered, rolling your hips back against his fingers. Loki’s nostrils flared and he pulled you on top of him so you were straddling his hips. His cock, flushed and angry, brushed against your pussy and you shivered. “Loki! Please!”
“Go on, kitten. Ride me. I want to see you pleasure yourself on my cock first,” Loki purred. His chest was heaving as you settled one hand against it. Your fingers brushed over the simple chain that rested around his neck and on his chest and you felt pride and possessiveness swelling within you. This gorgeous god was yours, all yours. No one could ever take that away from you. You dug your nails into his pectoral as you positioned yourself over his cock. With your other hand, you guided him inside of your body. The two of you moaned in unison as you sunk down onto him. Loki’s hands smoothed along your body before settling on your waist. “You will soon be filled with our third child, little one. Are you ready for it?”
“Yes, Loki. I’m ready. I want it so badly,” you said, pawing at his chest. Loki’s eyes were practically glowing green and you knew that was because of his fertility magic. He was so desperate to have you, so eager to breed you, that his magic was literally pouring from him.
“Then fuck yourself on my cock. If you please me with your display, I will flip you over and fill you with my hot cum until it is pouring from your spent cunt,” Loki whispered.
His words were dark and sinful, laced with the desire he constantly held for you. You lifted yourself off his cock and slammed your hips back down. At the same time, you dragged your nails down his abdomen. Loki hissed and arched his back, the pain thrilling him as it always had. You moaned as you bounced yourself up and down on his cock. He filled you perfectly and it made you quiver with excitement.
“Touch yourself, little girl. I want to see you play with yourself,” Loki grunted as he fucked up into you. You grabbed your breasts and groped them, staring down at Loki with a lustful look. His glowing eyes were locked on your body, scanning it and absorbing every inch of your display. You moaned when his gaze zeroed in on the spot his cock met your body, nestled inside of you and slick with your juices.
“Do you like watching your cock fuck me, Master?” you asked, rolling your hips dramatically to give him an even more generous view of where his cock pierced your pussy.
“You know I do,” Loki growled. His hands clamped around your hips as he began moving you up and down on his cock himself, not waiting for your movements. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with how good you were feeling at this moment. His magic was intoxicating and you could feel how empty your womb was. It was almost painful with how much you wanted him to fill you up. You dropped your hands from your breasts to your stomach and whimpered.
“Loki...I’m so empty,” you sighed as he fucked up into you. “Please cum inside of me. I need to feel you cum in me.”
“I know, little one, I know. You feel like there’s something missing,” Loki murmured, moving one of his hands to your stomach. Seeing his large hand over your stomach filled you with need. You wanted to see that hand pressed to your stomach, swollen with a baby. You met his thrusts with determination as Loki’s eyes slowly met your face. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to cum in me. I want you to fill me up and breed me. I want you to give me your baby. Please, Loki, please give me your baby. I need it, Master,” you panted, bucking down against his thrusts harder. His cock felt so good in you and you never wanted him to leave your body. Even after all these years, you were still drunk on the feeling of his long, hard cock inside of you. Whimpering, you dropped a hand to your clit and began playing with yourself. “I want to be the mother to your children, Loki. Give me more of them.”
“Fuck,” Loki growled. He grabbed your hips and flipped you over onto your bed. He tossed your legs over his shoulders, practically folding you in half, before pounding into you. His thrusts were hard, deep, and filled with the intention of breeding you. His eyes were glowing a deeper, brighter green now and you were caught in a trance of it. You reached up and pulled Loki’s face down to yours, kissing him passionately. Loki moaned against your mouth and bit at your lips. “Mine. You’re my good girl, my little pet, my beautiful wife. You’re mine.”
“Yours. All yours,” you whispered. You wrapped two fingers around the chain dangling from his neck and tugged on it. “And you’re mine.”
“And I always will be,” Loki said against your lips. One of his hands rested on your stomach and his lips quirked up into a smile. “Are you sure you want this, pet? Are you ready to carry my baby again?”
“Yes, Loki, I’m ready. I’m so ready. I want another baby, please,” you said, tears forming in your eyes once again. “Please.”
“I love you, darling. I want you to cum for me,” Loki purred. His thumb stretched down to your clit and rubbed it. His eyes were burning with brightness now. “Cum for me, my gorgeous wife.”
“Fuck, Loki!” you gasped as you came, arching your back. Loki growled and pistoned his hips, thrusting his cock into you at such an intense speed it had you seeing stars through your orgasm. You kept watching Loki’s face as it contorted into pleasure. His hand began glowing on your stomach and Loki curled his lip.
“Oh gods...fuck...pet...oh, yes!” Loki shouted, pushing his cock all the way into you as he came. Your body was filled with warmth as his cum flooded your cunt. The glowing of Loki’s palm got brighter and then, you felt it - that spark, the tingle in your stomach, the confirmation that life would grow within you. Tears fell from your eyes as Loki continued cumming, his body intent on ensuring you fell pregnant. You held onto Loki’s biceps, clinging to him as he continued to thrust into you. It was minutes later that he finally stopped cumming, his release leaking from your cunt and dripping down onto the bed. Loki’s breathing was heavy as his eyes lost their glow of magic. He broke out into a beautiful smile. “We did it.”
“We’re going to have another baby,” you whispered.
“We are, beloved,” Loki laughed. He pulled you upright into a kneeling hug, his cock still wedged within you. Your legs locked around his waist and you buried your head in his neck as you cried tears of happiness. Loki kissed the side of your head as he rubbed your back. “I am so proud of you. You are such a beautiful, brave woman. I’m so honored to call you my soulmate, my wife, and the mother of my children. Gods, I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, Loki. I’m so happy we’re able to do this,” you said, pulling your teary face out of his neck so you could properly look at your husband. Loki wiped some tears from your face, your cheeks stretched from your smile. His own face was smeared with tears of happiness and you kissed his cheek softly. “We’re really going to have another baby. Do you think they’ll be a girl or a boy?”
“I have a feeling we’re going to have another girl,” Loki said, pulling his cock out of you and laying you both down on the messed up bed. His arms were tight around you as you rested your head on his chest. “And I have a feeling she’s going to look like her mother.”
You blushed and nuzzled yourself into his nude chest. “I’ll be happy with whatever we have.”
“As will I,” Loki sighed, kissing the top of your head. His hand was resting carefully on your stomach, thumb brushing the skin as if to feel the life growing within you. “A third child. I can’t believe this. I never thought I’d ever be lucky enough to get here. Before you, I was lost. And now look at us.” Loki lifted your hand and kissed your wedding ring. “The beautiful young woman I slept with to rid her of her virginity is now my wife and the mother of my children. We have come so far, darling.”
“And we have so much further to go,” you said, kissing Loki’s smooth jaw. “Seventeen more children to go to be exact.”
Loki burst into laughter. “Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep, pet.”
You marveled at Loki and how happy he looked. The dark, intimidating, lonely man that you met so many years ago was joyous, light, and happy. He was happy because of you. You rested your head on his chest and watched him come down from his high of laughter. You smiled softly and pressed a light kiss to his chest.
“I love you so much, Loki. You’ve truly changed my life,” you whispered. “Every day I wake up and I can’t believe that this is actually my life. It’s so perfect. You, me, Cooper, Stefan, Asta, and now another baby to welcome into our family. Loki...I’m so happy. I love you more than I can put into words.”
You were getting choked up and emotional. Loki hushed you by cupping your cheek and pressing his lips to yours.
“I love you, pet. I love you and our gorgeous family, our adorable children, and even that horridly narcissistic dog,” Loki chuckled.
“Don’t be mean to Cooper!” you laughed. You ran your hand over Loki’s forearm and felt the scar that Cooper had bit into him back when Loki returned after leaving you. True to his word, Loki kept that scar ingrained in his skin. When Stefan asked about it, Loki had told him he would tell him when he was older. And he would. He would tell his son of the mistakes that he made so Stefan would not make them as well. You squeezed Loki’s arm and shut your eyes. “We should tell the kids that they’re going to have a baby sibling soon. Maybe not tonight. Let’s keep this between us for just a bit. Is that okay?”
“That is perfectly fine with me, dearest,” Loki whispered. He kissed your head and held you closer to his body, his hand still pressed to your stomach. “Rest, pet. It’s going to be a tiring few months ahead of you. You’ll need to get your sleep while you can.”
“I can’t wait,” you murmured into his chest with a smile.
“Thank you, beloved. Thank you for the gift of your love, your trust, your loyalty. Thank you for giving me so many beautiful children. Thank you for letting me into your precious heart and letting me stay. Thank you...thank you…I adore you, my sweet girl…I love you...”
Even though you were drifting into sleep, you managed to kiss Loki’s chest one more time. You didn’t need to speak, he knew what you were saying - thank you, Loki, I love you so much...
The room was quiet as you fell asleep, Loki’s lips against your hair, his hand against your stomach, and his heart beating under your ear. You were at peace, you were calm, you were wrapped up with your husband and you were happy.
There was nowhere else you wanted to be.
There was nowhere else you had to be.
You were right where you needed to be, and here, you would stay.
Always.
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