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Sweet Passion | Loki x Reader

A/N: (This is the third part of my first Loki x reader story) Loki and Y/N finally get to know each other completely.

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Major smut, oral (female and male receiving), dom/sub play, sub reader, soft dom Loki, slight dom reader, sub Loki, biting, praise kink, pet names, slight pain kink, body worship, breeding kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex (please wrap it).

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Loki slides his hands up your sides beneath your shirt. You gasp slightly at his gentle touch. He pauses, analyzing your face for any signs of discomfort.

“You alright my sweet girl?” He leans forward, lightly kissing your forehead. You whimper. Loki sighs.

“Loki…” You breathe out his name, holding back a moan. Loki smiles slightly. He pushes your shirt up to your bra, wrapping his arms around your stomach. He pulls you back against him, your shoulders pressed against his chest, your bare back resting against the thin fabric covering his well muscled stomach. He lowers his mouth, planting a hot kiss on your shoulder.

“I can smell your desire my sweet girl.” He pulls you against him, as if he’s trying to meld your bodies together. You whimper as he gently rakes his teeth on the sensitive skin of your shoulder. You feel his cock grow even harder beneath you, straining against his tight jeans.

“You need some help with that?” You tease him, wiggling your ass slightly on his lap. He lets out a quiet moan.

Instead of giving in to you, he bites down gently on the side of your neck, making you whimper.

“Oh darling,” Loki breathes against your sensitive neck. You lean into him, moaning slightly.

“Loki, I…” You find yourself unconsciously lifting your arms. Loki takes the opportunity to lift your shirt over your shoulders, pulling it off over your arms. You shiver. Loki swiftly pulls his own shirt off, pressing his body against yours. He wraps his arms around your stomach once again, squeezing you tightly, but not enough to hurt you. You sigh.

“You’re so warm.” You unconsciously scoot back on his lap. He groans.

“Oops. Sorry.” You cover your face with your hands. You feel his hard cock twitch in his pants.

Loki gently grabs your hands, holding them in his own. He rocks his hips up slightly, eagerly planting several kisses on your neck and shoulders, moaning softly against your skin.

“Loki, my pretty boy.” A small noise almost like a whimper escapes his lips. You smile at his reaction.

“Please let me take care of you. It must be so painful.” Loki’s cock twitches in response, making him groan.

“No,” he whispers, breathing heavily already. You inhale sharply, surprised. His grip around you tightens, only slightly, but enough to make you whimper. “Not until I take care of you,” he adds. He delicately traces your sides with his fingertips, pausing as he loops his fingers in the belt loops of your jeans. You lift yourself up out of his lap, allowing him to pull your pants down, just below your knees. You push them all the way down, sliding them off your ankles.

Loki, wraps his arms around you, gently lowering you down on the bed. Your back rests on the cold sheets, making you shiver.

“Oh my beautiful angel.” Loki crawls above you, resting on his hands and knees. He lowers his head, dropping onto his elbows so that he can kiss and suck at your sensitive neck. He plants a path of kisses from the base of your jaw to just above the cups of your bra. You arch your back to meet his mouth.

“Loki, Please.” You moan. Loki sits up on his knees, which rest on either side of you. He slips his fingers under your bra straps, sliding them down so that they rest on your arms. He groans.

“Loki I… I want you to… I want you to touch them.” You struggle to speak between heavy breaths. Loki teasingly fiddles with the cups of your bra. You moan.

“Please?” You pout slightly. You watch Loki’s face. His expression falters for a moment, but he quickly recovers. He is enjoying teasing you. Growing impatient, body desperate for his touch, you whimper.

“Daddy?” Loki’s eyes snap up to meet your gaze. He loses his self control, and with a snap of his fingers, your bra disappears. You gasp at the sudden lack of warmth on your breasts. Your nipples grow even harder, almost painfully. Loki groans. He gently pinches your nipples between his fingers. It isn’t meant to hurt, but it does. You cry out. This snaps Loki back to reality. He quickly lets go of your nipples.

“Oh my sweet girl. I’m so sorry. I…” You grab his hands, placing them firmly over your breasts. His eyes widen, but he relaxes when he sees you smile.

“My sweet, beautiful prince. Please. keep touching me.” He immediately responds, gently massaging your breasts, running his fingers over your nipples. He moans quietly.

“You’re beauty is that of a goddess, my love. Just the sight of you like this, just knowing that I’m pleasing you… You have no idea how much it turns me on.” His eyes close momentarily. You look down, seeing the outline of his hard cock pressing painfully against his pants. You cannot stop yourself from reaching your hand out to touch it. You delicately run your hand over his bulge. His hips buck up into your hand.

“Darling, wait.” His voice is just above a whisper, laced with lust. You pull your hand away, embarrassed. You start to sit up, thinking he doesn’t want to do this anymore, but he places his hand in between your breasts, gently pushing you back down.

“Y/N. My queen.” He crawls up your body, kissing you firmly on the lips. You moan against his mouth.

“Loki…” Loki bites your lower lip, hard enough to draw a trickle of blood, which he quickly sucks off. You suddenly become very aware of your white panties sticking to your slick folds.

You moan when Loki slowly lowers his body onto yours, holding himself up slightly, carful not to harm you. You instinctively buck your hips up, hitting his cock through his pants. You both moan.

“L… Loki. I need you… now.” You moan between words, desperate to feel his godly length inside of you. Loki gently bites your neck, making you whimper.

“Shhhhhhhhhh. Not yet my love.” He crawls down your body, kissing you, worshipping every inch of your skin. He grips your panties between his teeth. You buck your hips up impatiently. Loki growls. It’s a sound so hot, it makes you even wetter. Loki notices.

“Let me taste you my love.” You buck your hips up again. This time Loki takes advantage of your movement, using it to pull your panties down your legs with his teeth.

“Loki?” His head pops up between your ankles, eyes filled with lust.

“What is it my love? Do you need me to slow down?” He doesn’t move, waiting for your response. You shake your head.

“No. It’s not that. It’s just…” you smile, and he relaxes immediately. “You look so pretty down there. Such a pretty prince.” You pause, watching his eyes darken at your words. You smile.

“You’re my pretty prince.”

Suddenly, he crawls up between your legs, lowering his head just above your knee. You spread you legs wide for him, watching as he glances at your wet pussy. He groans.

“Oh, I love how I affect you my sweet girl. So beautiful. So submissive, all for me.” He plants a single, feverish kiss on the inside of your left thigh, making you gasp. “I am truly blessed.” He dives into your thigh, smashing his lips into your soft skin, sucking on it, and leaving a mark that only his eyes will ever see. He leaves several more marks on both of your thighs, marking you, claiming you as his own. This makes you even wetter.

Loki drags his lips up your thigh, stopping just below your wet entrance. You move down slightly, silently giving him permission.

He groans as he licks between your folds, savoring the taste of you. He expertly slips his tongue into your entrance, licking your walls. You moan, bucking your hips gently to meet his face. He growls into your wetness, sliding his tongue effortlessly in and out of your tight pussy.

After only a few minutes, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. Loki places his hand lightly on your stomach, moving his tongue up to swipe over your sensitive, swollen clit. You cry out his name, earning an almost predatory growl. He locks his lips around your sensitive nub, sucking on it until you’re screaming. Within a few moments, your stomach muscles tighten, your pussy clenching, your orgasm fast approaching.

“L…Loki,” you manage, warning him. He lifts his head only for a moment to speak, his breath warm against your slick, sensitive skin.

“Cum for me darling. Cum undone for me.” He locks his lips over your nub one more time, sucking as if he hasn’t drank in days. He groans into your clit, sending you over the edge. You scream as your orgasm takes hold, your body shaking violently. Loki swirls his tongue around your clit perfectly, helping you ride out your high.

When you finally come down from your high, you continue shaking, overwhelmed by the pleasure Loki can give you. Loki groans, almost painfully. He slowly unbuttons his pants, pulling them down a few inches, just enough to let his cock breathe. You whimper at his size, still contained within his thin boxers.

“Like what you see?” His comment makes you blush. You just nod slowly.

“Loki?” You sit up, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his jaw. He tilts his head back. You pause for a moment, surprised by his sudden submissiveness, but you quickly decide to take advantage of it.

“Oh my sweet boy. You look so pretty like this.” You gently nip at his neck, earning several moans and whimpers from the proud god. You palm his cock, making him whimper. His cock twitches against his boxers. You push him down onto the bed, making quick work of pushing his boxers down to rest just below his balls with his jeans.

You whimper when you see his godly length, standing proudly, top red, dripping with precum. Loki’s eyes darken for a moment, his dominant side returning. Before he takes control, you grab his shaft in your hand, sliding the tip of his cock into your mouth, sucking the precum off.

“F…Fuck. Yes my love. It feels heavenly. Gods.” He speaks between heavy breaths, his legs trembling.

You take as much of his cock in your mouth as you can, using your skilled hands to pleasure the base of his length, gently fiddling with his balls. You feel them tighten, and you watch as his stomach muscles contract, preparing for his fast approaching orgasm.

You want to make him come like this, to swallow his load, but he suddenly grabs your hair, gently lifting your head off his throbbing cock.

Before you can protest, he flips you over, pinning you to the bed beneath him, and smashing his lips into yours. He lowers himself onto you, rubbing his throbbing length against your navel. You buck your hips up, desperate to feel him inside of you.

“So impatient, aren’t you my sweet little dove?” He kisses your breast, taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it gently. You moan his name, and he gently bites your nipple in response. You throw your head back onto the pillow, moaning loudly.

“That’s it love. Moan for me. I love hearing how I am affecting you.” Loki reaches his hand down, gently rubbing your clit between his fingers.

“Oh, how I long to be inside of you, to become one with you at last.” Loki reluctantly sits up, grabbing a small package from the wooden stand beside the bed.

“Loki wait.” You gently grab his wrist. “I don’t want you to use it.” You take the condom out of his hand, throwing it aside. Loki looks at you, shocked.

“But love, I could get you pregnant. It’s more likely with me than a mortal man too.” He stares at you, confused. The thought of him getting you pregnant turns you on even more. You spread your legs as wide as you can, inviting him to do whatever he desires with you.

“Please?” You look at him with pleading eyes. He cannot resist you. He slowly lowers himself onto you one again, kissing you with more passion and desire than ever before. Perhaps the idea of impregnating you is just as arousing for him as it is for you. He continues kissing you, moaning against your lips as you kiss him back, lightly nipping his lower lip.

Still kissing you, he slowly presses the tip of his cock against your wet entrance, moving his hips slightly in a small circle to tease you. He slips his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around your own tongue. You groan, biting down on his tongue. He whines, reluctantly breaking the passionate kiss. He looks at you, a silent question in his eyes.

“Please… daddy?” You buck your hips, trying to feel his godly length inside of you. Loki groans.

“Are… are you sure my love? You will very likely get pregnant.” His eyes sparkle slightly, showing he likes the idea. You smile, your cheeks red from the thought. Loki smiles.

“Oh my sweet, beautiful little dove. Would you like that? Would you like to have a baby with me?” He kisses the most sensitive part of your neck. You almost cry from pure pleasure.

“Y…yes my love.” You buck your hips up again. This time, Loki gently plunges his length between your folds, pushing into you carefully. You breathe out his name. He groans.

“Gods Y/N,” he breathes. “You’re so tight. So tight for me my love.” He slowly thrusts into you. Several, slow, gentle thrusts.

He struggles, his pants preventing him from using his legs fully. You push his jeans down, along with his boxers, pushing them down to his ankles.

“My good girl.” He thrusts into you a little harder now, carefully checking your expression for any sign of discomfort or pain. All you do is moan, tilting your head back, and arching your back.

“It feels good?” He presses his body against yours, planting several kisses on your neck. This new position allows him to push deeper into you. It hurts just a little bit. You wince, holding in your cries.

Loki adjusts, having seen your discomfort. He places his hand between his body and yours, resting it gently on your lower abdomen, just above your g-spot. He presses down slightly, changing his hip angle ever so slightly while thrusting gently into you.

Finally, he finds it. The tip of his cock hits your special spot perfectly, making you both moan. He moves his hand up to your cheek, tracing the outline of you jaw with his fingertips. You begin bucking your hips perfectly in sink with his thrusts, aiding him in his pleasure, as well as your own.

“That’s it my sweet girl.” He strokes your cheek with his thumb, kissing your neck as he thrusts into you. You feel yourself tightening around him, the pressure in your stomach building.

“You’re close dove.” He slows down, breathing heavily. You can feel his cock twitch inside of you, knowing he’s close. You place the palm of your hand firmly against his chest.

Loki stops, his muscles relaxing enough for you to move him. You love how he trusts you. You roll over on top of him, positioning yourself above his length. He gently holds your hips, guiding you down onto his cock. It takes you a minute to adjust, to find the right angle and pace, but Loki guides you, helping you find a rhythm that feels perfect for both of you. You move slowly on top of him, not sure what you’re doing, having very little experience on top.

“Does it feel good?” Loki nods, tilting his head back. He thrusts into you, helping you ride him, and increasing the pleasure for both of you.

“My good boy. So good at pleasuring me.” You feel yourself growing closer every time you move your hips forward. Loki thrusts into you perfectly, his cock throbbing.

“Oh, you’re so close my prince.” You grab his perfect ass in both hands, squeezing and needing at his cheeks. He groans. You kiss him passionately.

“You want to come, my sweet boy?” Loki moans in response, bucking his hips sloppily into you, cock twitching inside of you.

“Good boy. buck your hips harder.” Loki obeys, making your legs shake. You feel your high fast approaching.

“Come with me my love. I want your seed. I want all of it inside of me.” You feel Loki’s cock twitch violently in response. He cries out your name as he comes, his thrusts sloppy as he spills every drop of his seed inside you. The feeling of him filling you sends you over the edge, your body twitching as you squeeze around him. You ride out your highs together, moaning and breathing each other’s names.

When you finally finish, Loki stays inside of you for a while, holding his seed inside of you.

“What will you do if you get pregnant dove?” He strokes your cheek. You smile.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to get my hopes up too soon.” You shift in the bed, allowing Loki to clean up.

“What I do know…” You help him clean up, then proceed to clean yourself up. Loki takes over.

“Let me love.” You smile as he takes care of you.

“You’ll be a wonderful father.” You snuggle up to him as he finishes cleaning you. He wraps his arms around you possessively, holding you as if protecting you from the world. You nuzzle his neck.

“And you will be the most amazing mother.”

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Next part coming soon…

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Deepest Desire | Loki x Reader

A/N: (This is the second part of my first Loki x Y/N story). Loki reveals a long kept secret, showing the reader a vulnerable side of him that he has never shown anyone before.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Cursing, passionate kissing, slight roughness, mention of sex, sexual terms

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You take a shaky breath, trying to make sense of Loki’s words.

“What do you mean? Why did you…?” You can’t think straight, can’t form the right words or ask the right questions.

Loki delicately cups your chin in his strong fingers, turning your head slightly so your gaze meets his own.

“Y/N…” Loki takes a deep breath, building up the courage to tell you the truth.

“Thor told me he intended to court you. He told me he was driven mad by his affection for you.” He swallows hard.

“Loki I…” Loki silences you, placing his index finger over your red lips. You gasp slightly at the sensation.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” His voice hardly above a whisper.

You meet his gaze once again. His eyes look different somehow, an intensity glowing in them that you can’t quite comprehend.

“Loki?”

“Y/N I…” He stalls, inhaling sharply. You plead to him with your eyes, silently begging him to tell you what is on his tormented mind. His eyes soften.

“I couldn’t bear the thought.” He is staring into your eyes, holding your gaze. You want to peel your eyes away, to look anywhere else, but you can’t. It is as though he has enchanted you with his bright blue eyes, staring so intensely into your own.

“I just…” he gently cups your cheek in his hand. You subconsciously lean into his touch, earning a small, sad smile.

“I snapped. I struck him with my bare hands.” His voice is laced with self hatred.

“Loki…” This time you are the one to cup Loki’s cheek in your delicate hand. You run your soft thumb over his jaw. He takes a ragged breath.

“Y/N… I left a mark. My own brother…” tears well up in his eyes. You stroke his cheek gently with your thumb. You lean forward slightly, just close enough so he can feel your warm breath on his face.

“And yet he left a mark that will never fade.” You tentatively run your fingers over his healing wound. You can feel his heartbeat grow more rapid as you caress his scarred skin.

“Y/N?” Loki’s voice has suddenly shifted, sounding almost worried. “What would you have done?”

You raise one eyebrow, confused.

“If Thor were to court you, what would you do.” Loki’s voice cracks with pain. It pains your heart how little Loki believes he is worth. You run your hand up his arm, earning a shiver from him.

“Loki, I have no interest in your brother. My heart is elsewhere.” Your voice is confident and unwavering.

Loki sighs sadly.

“Well, whoever your heart belongs to, they are truly, very lucky.” He avoids making eye contact.

“Loki? What are you getting at?” You lift his chin gently with no more than the tips of your fingers. He rests his head in your hand.

“Y/N…” he lifts his head, his eyes glued to yours. You can clearly see the longing in his eyes.

You cannot contain the shiver that visibly runs through your entire body as he reaches up to gently caress the side of your now flushed face.

“Oh Y/N.” Loki runs his fingertips up the side of your face, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your skin crawls beneath his gentle touch.

“Sweet, beautiful Y/N.” He leans forward, his breath like fire on the sensitive skin of your cheeks”

“Regardless of who your heart belongs to Y/N,” he breathes, “my heart will forever be yours, and your alone.” You gasp, shocked by his sudden confession. You are frozen in place, unable to move or speak as Loki slowly leans in, eyes locked on yours. He tentatively presses his lips to yours, but pulls away almost instantly, noticing your hesitation.

“I’m so sorry. Y/N I am so, so sorry.” He shifts away from you, running his hands through his dark, curly hair. You don’t know how to react.

You had fallen in love with Loki years ago. You had dreamt of him. Every night you had dreamt of him kissing you. Wanting you in the same way you wanted him. But you never thought that he would want you outside of your dreams, in reality. It was overwhelming.

“L… Loki?” Your voice is hoarse. You aren’t sure if he heard, until…

“Y/N I’m so sorry.” You look to Loki, only to find his gaze fixed firmly on you. A single tear runs down his cheek. That sets you off. You shift in the bed, position yourself on your knees in front of the God. Loki was normally so proud and firm, but the god sitting in front of you now was so vulnerable. You’d never once seen him like this.

“Loki…” Your voice was so soft, you could barely even hear yourself speak.

Loki lifts his head. Everything about his expression screams self hatred. He is so ashamed of himself.

You lean forward, your lips inches away from his. You stare intensely into his slightly widened eyes.

“Loki.” This time you say his name as if it is something sacred, something precious as a new life.

His eyes water. You know he is not used to being spoken to with such tenderness. He inches forward, bringing his lips so close to yours you can feel the heat radiating from them.

“Loki. I’m the one who should be sorry.” A tear runs down your cheek.

Loki looks like he’s about to say something, but you cut him off, carefully pressing your lips to his. He hesitates, only for a moment, then kisses you back, his lips softly exploring yours. You continue exploring each other’s mouths, swirling your tongues around each other. He wraps his arms around your core, pulling you gently onto his lap. You hold onto his shoulders for support, and give his bottom lip a gentle nip, causing him to groan with pleasure. He digs his nails into your back, sinking through the fabric of your shirt. You whimper, more from shock than pain. Loki loosens his hold on you, moving his lips away from yours for a moment to make sure you’re alright. You pull him back in, smashing your lips against his. Suddenly you feel his length growing harder beneath you. He groans, kissing you with so much fire and passion you feel you might melt.

When you finally pull away from him, you are both out of breath. Loki could run a marathon without breaking a sweat, yet here he was, breathing heavily, sweat beading on his forehead, his hard length now pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.

“Loki.” You moan out his name. Loki sighs.

“Gods Y/N. I… I want you so badly.” Loki pulls you even closer to him, breaths ragged.

You unconsciously rock your hips forward. It’s very slight movement, but still enough to make Loki’s already painfully hard cock twitch.

“Loki,” you breathe, “ I n…need you.” Loki groans, now sure you desire him just as much as he desires you.

“Oh, gorgeous girl. You have always been my deepest desire.” He moans, lightly bucking his hips up into you.

“Now, finally, I can have you in every way possible.” He smiles, slipping his hands beneath your shirt. He looks to you for consent.

“Are you ready sweet girl?” His voice is so smooth, and sweet like honey. You nod.

“Yes Loki. Please. Fuck me.”

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Wounded | Loki x Reader

A/N: The reader checks on Loki in his chambers following a heated argument between Loki and Thor. Finding Loki shirtless and drenched in sweat, tears streaming down his cheeks, the reader tries to comfort him, tending to his wounds.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Mild cursing, trauma, triggers

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You hear shouting from down the hall. You know instantly it is Thor and Loki. They argue almost every day, often wounding each other. You’ve gotten so accustomed to their daily squabbles that you’ve started to ignore them. But today, something is different. You hear a loud bang, then, nothing. Complete silence.

Worried, you rush out of your room, running down the hallway, almost tripping over the carpet more than once. You almost run full force into Thor, but manage to stop mere inches from him.

“Thor? What Happened? Where’s Loki?”. Your Voice is shaking as you speak between heavy breaths.

“I…” Thor looks down. He lowers his voice, so much that you can hardly make out what he’s saying.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him.”

You don’t wait for him to say another word. You push past him, ignoring his protests and pleas to let it be.

When you reach Loki’s room, you don’t even knock. You practically kick the door down, desperate to make sure Loki is okay. You freeze when you see him.

He is sitting hunched over on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, sweat dripping down his bare stomach. His eyes dart up suddenly to meet your gaze. Your heart breaks at the sight. Tears run down his cheeks. You can’t tell if they are from physical or emotional pain, or both.

“Loki…” Your voice is barely above a whisper. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

Loki looks down, taking a deep, shaky breath. He winces, drawing your attention to a large wound running across his chest, stretching from his collarbone to the base of his rib cage. It’s hardly bleeding, but the skin around the wound is almost purple. It looks almost as if it’s a burn. Then it hits you. It’s already begun to heal, but it is clearly an electrical burn. If he weren’t a god, he’d be dead.

“Damnit Thor,” you spit. You raise your voice, causing Loki to flinch.

You cautiously approach him, watching closely for any reaction from him. He watches you intensely. His expression is guarded, but he makes no attempt to move away from you.

“Loki. I’m so sorry.” Your voice is soft. Loki lifts his gaze to meet yours, surprised.

“Why are you apologizing. You didn’t do this.” He gestures to the wound on his chest. The sudden movement makes him wince.

You reach out to touch his shoulder, but pause when he leans slightly away from you. You lift your hand to cup his chin in it, gently turning his head so his gaze meets yours. You delicately stroke his cheek with your thumb, wiping a fresh tear away. You hold his gaze. He gives you a slight smile.

“Loki?” You lower your hand, holding it just inches from his wound. He flinches slightly, even though you haven’t touched it yet. You stand up.

“I’ll be right back. Promise.”

You walk into the bathroom, grabbing the softest washcloth you can find, and dampening it in cold water.

When you return to Loki’s room, you find him leaning back on the headboard, his head tipped back against the wall. His hand rests cupped protectively over his wounded chest. You sit quietly beside him.

“See? I told you I’d be right back.”

He lifts his head slightly to look at you.

“I didn’t doubt it Y/N. You’ve always been here when I need you. I’ve never had someone like that in my life before.” He smiles.

“Loki? Do you trust me?” You look intensely into his eyes. He laughs, causing him to cough. He winces.

“May I?” Your gaze falls onto his hand, which covers his wound. He follows your gaze.

He nods, moving his hand to rest on the bed beside him. You smile. You hold the washcloth just above the base of the wound, pausing to check his expression. His eyes are squeezed shut, anticipating the pain.

“Loki. Look at me please.” Your voice is soft and quiet.

Loki slowly opens his eyes, blinking at you. You lower the washcloth, mere centimeters from his wounded skin. He closes his eyes again. You gently stroke his cheek with the back of your free hand.

“Loki. It’s alright. I’ll be gentle. You know I will.” Brushing a stray curl behind his ear, you add, “I promise it won’t hurt.”

Loki relaxes, and you gently press the damp cloth to the base of the wound. Loki flinches, his whole upper body tensing. You remove the cloth from his skin.

“It doesn’t hurt does it?” You gently take his hand in yours. He shakes his head.

“No. Just…” he takes a deep breath, wincing as his chest rises. You squeeze his hand reassuringly.

“You don’t need to explain. I know.” You wait for him to relax completely before pressing the cloth to his skin again.

This time, Loki doesn’t flinch or tense up, but instead relaxes more and more as you gently press the cold, damp cloth to his skin, moving it slowly up the wound until you’ve covered the whole thing. You then slowly work your way back down the wound. Loki relaxes more and more every second. He lets out a content sigh.

“Thank you Y/N,” he breathes, “for taking care of me.” He looks up at you slowly with sleepy eyes. He smiles appreciatively.

You finish cleaning the wound, then toss the dirty cloth. You meet Loki’s gaze. There is something in his eyes you can’t quite place, something you’ve never seen in them before. He sits up, obviously feeling a lot better after the special treatment.

“Y/N…” He looks serious all of a sudden.

“Loki, what is it?” You cannot hide the worry in your voice.

He holds your gaze, taking a deep breath.

“It was about you.”

You swallow. You think you know what he’s referring too, but you need to be sure.

“What was about me?” Loki sighs.

“The argument between me and Thor. It was about you.”

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