dental anxiety.
warnings! good old nsfw; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids); oral sex (female receiving); bit of swearing as always; doc kink!; kind of a cheating kink kind of cenario as well (?) sorry if it was too far away from the original proposal; roleplay; myself fangirling over loki is a warning?
so, yes, you need to be over 18 to be reading this so everybody can go home safe. consider yourself warned.
words! a lot. but let’s say a 5727 for whoever is interested.
this is a fem!reader x loki and it’s based on this lovely anon request.
hope you all like it!
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It’s not that you hated dentists. You thought they were very important professionals, their work mattered and all. You just weren't very fond of the idea of being their working material.
Unfortunately for you, it's been a week or so that your wisdom tooth was hurting like a bullet hole. And, again, it's not like you were a crybaby or anything like that. But, let's be serious, toothache just sucks. Full stop.
So, against all your will, your body's biology won and you ended up making an appointment with your long-time-no-seen dentist. For today. And you were hella nervous.
No. You were terrified.
Ok, you were an Avenger. And ok, you fought monsters and aliens and bad guys etcetera, etcetera. But you we still afraid of dentists. An you didn't like being judged because of this.
Was it dumb? Maybe. Would you stop being afraid because of that? No.
So that's why you told none about your little... hesitation on going to the dentist. And that's also why you have been so nervous about something the whole Tower couldn't even guess about. The whole Tower, except for Loki.
Afterall, how could you have been so fool to think you could actually hide something from the God of mischief in his whole glory?
"You've been behaving strange lately, love." Your long term boyfriend, Loki, asked in a sober tone while you were getting ready to go and meet him. Dr. Finnegan, your worst nightmare and former dentist.
Yeah, you should have seen that coming.
You froze in your spot, pondering wich would be the less ridiculous way to tell your boyfriend, an actual God, that you were going to face your worst fear exactly 40 minutes from now.
"Oh. Have I?" Was the best your poor brain could manage to voice out at the moment. And, yes, it wasn't as good as you wanted it to be.
Loki frowned his browns, just like a parent who got his child in the middle of a lie. A hesitant "yes" came out from his lips and you knew you weren't leaving this room without telling him the truth.
At that moment - while you wondered which would be your destiny in this cruel full-of-dentists world - your tooth made the favor of bringing you the sharpest pain you have ever felt in your whole life. Ok, that was hyperbole. But it was a very sharp pain that made you wrinkle your face in disgust. Why, God?
Your dominant hand naturally went up to your sore cheek, trying instinctively to dim the miserable pain that damn wisdom tooth was causing you. Hell, how it hurts. Loki looked puzzled by your expression, a trace of concern ran into his gaze, even though his frame hadn't moved a muscle to touch you.
"You are in pain." He said, his voice making it sound more like a question. He tilted his head a bit to the right and frown his big blue eyes, the action making he look more like a concerned puppy then an all powerful, norse God.
But that action of his passed unnoticed through you, since you couldn't find the place on your soul to admire his beauty self right now, thanks to that damn tooth. And, between the almost unbearable pain in your mouth and the angry with yourself for letting the situation become this serious, you scoffed at his comment, even though you wouldn't mocke his worry about you on your normal state.
"Yes, Loki. I am in pain. Thank you for noticing." Another hiss and you wondered if it would be that bad for you to just rip out that tooth right at that instant.
Loki lock his jawn, clearly not enjoying your behave. But he let it go, 'cause he knew you had an very thin pain limit, even though you didn't like to admit it, being an Avenger and stubborn as Hell. So he dressed an assuring smile instead and walk into your direction, ready to help whatever he could.
You were still with your eyes closed, your main hand resting softly on your cheek. You were still locked up on the thought of taking of the tooth yourself or not; all not to go to the dentist. You didn't notice your boyfriend's approach until his own cold, enormous hand rested just above yours, the affection of the gesture making you open your eyes suddenly.
Icy-blue eyes meet yours and you felt a hint of shame kick on your stomach for being unnecessarily rasp with him. Afterall, he just wanted you to feel good. It wasn't his fault you were in pain - both from the tooth and for having to visit the dentist. Your features softened on his touch, making you instantly lean on his hand, crazy for some coolness on your wisdom tooth.
"Sorry." You shyly said, hoping he would get you were moody at the time you scoffed him. Loki obviously knew that already, since he made his personal job to know you like the palm of his hand, you yourself making his job very difficult as you always seemed to surprise him someway. It fascinated him, to be honest.
"It just hurts so much." You meowed, your soft, delicious lips forming an stubborn pout, inviting him in. But he focused on helping you, his love, to get over your pain. Other matters could wait a little bit.
"Are you going to the see a doctor?" He simply asked, his gaze running away from your adorable pout to look into your eyes.
You froze. Your stomach got sick and you could feel the color running out of your face while the coldest of the goosebumps ran down your spine, like iron claws ripping your back's flesh. 'Cause being with Loki made you forget your appointment with the Devil was getting closer and closer. You gulped, knowing he noticed your change of behave and that he would demand an explanation from you. Ugh.
"What's wrong, love?" His tone was so soft you could almost feel it caressing your skin. You sighed, because with that loving tone of his there was no way you could possibly lie to him. And he knew that. That bastard.
One deep breath and
"Iamafraidofdentists."
Quick as a child taking off a bandage so it wouldn't hurt that much, you let go of your "secret" and could already feel the red on your cheeks. Because something inside you insisted that being afraid of dentists was ridiculous. But you still feared them. The icy office, the falsely comfortable chair, the drills and injections and utensils used inside your mouth, where you couldn't see what the dentist was doing ... All of this has always frightened you since childhood. But, now you were a grown woman. An Avenger, loved and hated by many. Being afraid of dentists bordered on the ridiculous comic, you thought. And you feared Loki would think the same.
"I beg your pardon?" He asked, his hand still caressing your sore skin.
You took another deep breath, physically aching for having to say that outloud again.
"I. Am. Afraid. Of. Dentists."
And now it's done.
"Oh." That was what leaved Loki's lips before he laughed softly, making you feel both ashamed and angry. Mix the toothache on that recipe and ta-dan: you wanted to both cry and punch him on the face.
"I know it's dumb but there's no need to mock me while I'm in pain." You voiced while you body retracted itself from his touch, denying his proximity. You felt more than embarrassed. You just told him something that, despite it's "childish" content, hurted you. It haunted you during your whole life. And you had expected him to at least respect that.
His eyes widened at your acid comment, almost as if he had just realized that his reaction bothered you. And Loki couldn't stand the thought of hurting you.
"No no no." He hurried to say, the words coming out of his mouth like bullets from a 38. "I do not think it's dumb, alright love?" He hesitantly tried to put his cold hand back on your cheek. And you allowed him, your eyes narrowed in curiosity as to what he was going to say next.
"I would never think such a poor thing about you, my darling. Never." Despite his cold body, his words sounded warm and his smile hit you brighter than the Sun.
"I just think it's odd that you kept that part of you from me, my love." His thumb began to wander over your skin, letting the electricity of his proximity invade your body.
"Because it's childish and dumb." You bluntly said, your eyes closing and your face leaning on his touch once more.
"I would say it's quite fascinating, actually." His voice was addicting to you, filling the room and bringing you to him. Always to him. "Afterall, it’s been a while now. But I still have so much to learn about you, you little puzzle." You could taste the sweetness on his voice and you started to wonder - something you have came to do along your relationship with the God - how could this men, the men that "almost destroyed New York city once" (fuck you, Thanos), could be this caressing and gentle once you have the chance to meet him for real?
"Besides," his voice cut through your thoughts and made you open your eyes, just to find his own already looking deep into you. "You're dating the God of mischief, dear. A master of the magic arts."
The smug smirk on his pinky lips made you inevitably roll your eyes. How could he go from something so lovely to something so cocky? You would never know.
"I could just"
Pause.
"make the pain go away."
And you didn't know if it was because he said it through heavy lids, staring at your lips; or if it was the tone he used - low, pausadly, almost like torture; or if it was the very words he used, selected in such a way that you could say that his offer was genuine and perhaps innocent, but it aroused something in you that was far from innocent.
You swallowed hard, your anxious eyes roaming over your boyfriend's body as if they could devour him. The white, plain shirt he wore did nothing to calm your unclean thoughts, and inevitably the image of Loki in a lab coat fucking you from behind as your body leaned over his med-office table flowed into your mind almost as if it had already happened. And, God, how you wished it had.
You thought of him examining you as you sat on the stretcher, his icy hands running all over your eager body in a professional yet so sexual way you would be confused if he desired you or not. And then he would fuck you. Hard. In a way you had never been fucked before. And Dr. Loki would talk about your husband or boyfriend, telling you how they weren't paying you the attention you deserved and how good him - and only him - would make you feel. And you would cum on his cock again and again to a scream of his name and...
"Would you like that?"
Oh, you would.
"Sorry?" You replied almost instantly with a tremble tone, thanks to your away too fertile imagination. You were so lost on your unholy mind that you forgot he had actually talked to you and that he obvious expected an answer.
"The toothache. Would you like me to help with that?" Sure, the toothache. You almost forgot about it. And, now that he mentioned, it started to annoy you, again.
"Sure." The words slipped through your lips almost immediately, not giving you a chance to rethink your sentence. Your voice was weak, too weak, and you didn't need a mirror to know your cheeks were on fire not because of the cellular activity around your wisdom tooth.
Loki smirked cheaply before guiding your lazy body to the desk on his left. Your mind was still numb from your exciting brain activity from only seconds ago and you honestly weren't giving a shit about your pain anymore. There was only him. Him, Loki, and his slim figure and sinful lips and silver tongue. Him and his cold touches, slender fingers and that damn white shirt that you wanted so bad to rip from his torso.
The brunette effortless lifted you, making you sit on the desk as he slightly opened your legs, his cold skin never really touching yours. He positioned himself among them, keeping his distance from your core which made you swear under your breath. Because he was so fucking close; but not close enough. He kept one of his strong hands on your thigh and the other came slowly to your lower back, cheaply touching the place as a warn for you to stretch your back. You did, silently hoping for him to touch you more properly now.
You sigh, a tiny attempt to contain the arousal between your legs, and you couldn't decide if you wanted Loki to notice your present state or if you feared that he might find the reason behind your horny inappropriate. But let's face it, we're talking about Loki. He would be more than pleased to grant your wishes, whatever they were. You were his queen afterall.
But you seemed to ignore that fact as you tried desperately not to show how excited you were about his proposal to examine you.
Meanwhile, his hand was still firmly on her leg, close to the knee, making timid circles over the jeans that covered your hot skin. The other hand, the one on that was on your lower back, migrated sinuously to your face. Loki's eyes were serious, focused as he examined your jaw, touching where your sore wisdom should be with the most delicately of the touches, almost as if he could break you.
You swallowed again, his icy touch was away too soft in your opinion.
"So Ms. (y / l / n), tell me about your complaints." He said in a sober, clinical voice. Slowly and professional. And you couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious. You also didn't know which of the options sounded most disturbing to you. Or more exciting.
You felt a puddle form between your legs, because his eyes weren't meeting your confused ones while he was so damn focused on your jawn, as if it really was his damn job.
What was him up to?
He pressed some point a little too hard and you hissed, his hand getting away from your face instantly.
"Does it hurt here?" He asked; his tone still sober but a glint of concern shone on his beautiful face.
And you couldn't pinpoint the exact reason, but you decided to give it a shot.
"Yes, Doc. It hurts so bad."
It sounded more like a plead than anything else. And you knew it would kill him inside not to touch you after that.
"I see..." He managed to remain stern but you could spot the sweet glint of lux on his eyes. His voice was husk, even though the professional tone was still there. But you knew that look on his eyes. He was scheming. And you loved that.
"May you take your shirt off, Miss?" The "miss" sounded so divine coming out of his lips, humming to your ears as pure pleasure while his accent fitted into the word's corners just right.
"Yes, Doctor." You meowned for him, using your softest tone as your body automatically obeyed him, undressing yourself away too happily right in front of the man.
Soon enough you were shirtless, your breasts proudly hanging out on the cool air. You could feel your nipples harden dull to the cold and your pussy ache through the sensation.
Loki fixed his piercing gaze on your face, his eyes narrowed in pure concentration as he seemed to exam you, apparently not giving a fucking fuck you were almost naked in front of him. You almost mop at this, craving his precisely cirurgical touch on your needy skin. Craving his lips, his hands, his cock. But, most of all, craving his attention.
Loki's hands traveled to the side of your breasts, lightly touching the sensitive skin in such a poor way that it almost forced you to beg for more. His fingers were cold as winter and sent a delicious shiver down your spine, making your whole body crawl with the sensation. You knew he had noticed.
Loki moved his shy touch to your neck, lightly touching the place. It seemed innocent indeed, but the presence of those huge hands of his on the delicate skin of your neck made you think of the most sinful things. Like the image of him, Dr. Loki, fucking you on the stretcher, your legs unbelievably open for him while he choked you, pounding on you until the only thing you could manage to say was his name.
Loki. Loki. Loki.
You shivered at your own ideas, closing your eyes quickly, gently, as his touch continued to roam around your neck and bust. The chills wouldn't stop and he applied the softest of pressures to your throat, making you almost moan. No, you moaned. It was low and soft, but it was still there. It was a moan. And, by his proximity, there was no way he had not heard that.
You swore silently, opening your eyes slowly to find his cold, malicious ones already staring at you, predicting your movements. His thumbs were still on your throat, pondering what to do with your vulnerable body, so merciful to him.
A puddle intensified between your eager legs, boldly showing how much your poor body wanted him. It was almost like it was showing off to him. So he could see (and feel) how much you craved him. Needed him. Deeply, madly.
“You know, Miss, I have a suspicion of what your problem may be, but I need to do a little more… complete examination. Just to be sure. ” His voice was sweet as honey, but you could feel the danger hovering behind his words. You couldn't help but associate him with a predator deceiving his prey, attracting it to its own perdition. And something about the way he said it pleasured all of your soul, making it hard to suppress the proud little moan that wanted to escape from your lips.
You were too caught up in the pleasure his voice alone caused you to realize when he began to remove his hands from your neck. Only when the cold of his absence hit you did you notice his touch moving. You almost protested. Almost. For Loki's divine touch began to walk down your body, down your bust and dancing softly at your waist, playing with the warm skin of your body as if it were the most interesting of toys. And, honestly, you kind of felt like a doll on his arms: completely at his mercy, doing as he pleased.
Loki played your body like a musician played a violin, always getting the right notes. And you had no choice but to melt in his arms. It wasn't the worst of dead ends though. You loved every moment of it.
‘Cause being his was a sensation you could never get enough from.
“If you will allow me” his voice sounded dominant in the environment, taking over not only your hearing but all your other senses. Overwhelming you like the addictive drug he was. That was his effect on you. Always. "I can help you."
Inevitably, you bit your lower lip, not being able to control the intensity of your own thoughts as your fertile mind wondered about the ways he could help you. There were so many.
You didn't notice, but you tilted your head back slightly, a gesture so subtle but so full of pleasure that it couldn't escape Loki's hawk gaze. Your eyes closed on a delirium of pleasure, just with the image on your head of Loki eating you out, his black curls lost in the middle of your legs. It was almost too divine to be so sinful.
"Your problem, Miss." Loki thought now was a good time to speak up, just to make sure you wouldn't come just with your imagination and without his permission. “Is quite particular, almost… singular.” He continued, his mischievous hands cutting across the skin of your belly, heading toward your eager core. And you didn't want - or couldn't - contain the sigh that escaped between your lips. A gesture that, unconscious or not, gave Loki the approval he wanted.
“They haven't been fucking right, have they, Miss?” He asked almost politely, what was an absurd contrast to the content of his words, so deliciously filthy. You understood that he meant someone, but the only person in your head now was Loki. No one else existed, no one else mattered.
You moaned in response, too caught up in his voice and the suggestiveness of his words to formulate a minimally coherent sentence.
It has been a long time since you moved to a more stripped down position. Your arms were behind your body, supporting the weight of your torso as your hips were more straight forward, your legs wider for him to fit.
“And you are craving to be fucked hard, aren't you? Such a nasty little thing. ”He spoke closer to your ear this time. You felt when his body leaned in, getting closer to yours. But you were too caught in the feeling of his proximity to predict his dirty talking. His warm breath danced on your earlobe and you inevitably threw your head back wildly, giving him room to act.
You felt it as his icy touch descended lower and lower, reaching the middle of your legs and you moaned at the shallow contact because you wanted more. And he pressed the region in response, because he could give you more.
“Tell me, Miss. Tell your Doc if it hurts here. ”He asked, his voice more embarrassed and clearly covered with lust. You could come right there with just that. But you wished beyond those poor touches.
“Yes, Doctor. Yes, it hurts so bad. Please make it go away. ” You half pleaded, half moaned loudly, letting yourself go. Losing yourself to his touches.
“I'm afraid my suspicions were right then, Miss. Such a needy little slut like you can't stand being fucked cheaply, huh? ” His tone was acid even though he kept it low. As if he was mocking you and your needy, vulnerable estate. Too bad you desired him too much to care about it.
So you just nodded with your head. It was eager and fast, showing just how much you needed him to act. But Loki was a patient man and he knew it would be just so much better if you played along. Pluss, it's not like he didn't love to hear you beg. The soft little sounds he could (would) take from you were just heavenly. He would never get tired of them.
“Use you big girl voice, Miss.” He demanded as the grip on your clothed pussy tighten.
“Yes, Doc! Yes! Please help me! ” You almost screamed, your voice coming out so desperately you feared for a moment that the door might be open and that someone might come in. But as fast as it came, it went away and all you could think were Loki's fingers so close to your pussy while his husky voice drowned your ears.
“Oh, I will help you, sweet thing. I will fuck you so good you are not going to let anyone else fuck you. Ever.” He said through his teeth and you almost felt a twinge of anger there. As if the mere possibility of someone else bringing you pleasure made his blood boil. And his bossy, possessive attitude made you moan as you eagerly thought about how hard he was about to fuck you.
He walked away and you almost cried at his absence. Until you felt the jeans being torn from your skin and you chose to worry about the integrity of your clothes later. On the contrary, you let out an approval meow that sounded almost animalistic, to your surprise. Like a cat in heat and you've never been so wet.
Loki grunted in response, turned on by the sounds he was taking from your body. His hand went to your panties, breaking the material like it was nothing. Soon you were fully exposed to him who, on the oposity, remained clothed.
Loki knelt in front of you before you could find words to complain about the excess of clothes that covered the God's body. His icy-blue eyes remained glued to yours and no words were spoken as he slowly lowered himself in front of you, placing your legs over his broad shoulders as if you were - again - a doll.
Soon enough, his knees found the ground and you were wild open in front of his head, inevitably feeling his hot breath on your core as you anxiously predict the contact that was about to come. And there was your pussy covered in your arousal, glowing with pride through the room's light while the God's eyes did nothing but observe it, entranced.
Then he gave an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thighs, his eyes leaving you momentarily. You moaned, not allowing your gaze to deviate from the God lost in the middle of your thighs. His gaze returned to yours as he decided to give your pussy a long, firm lick and you swore your whole body screamed with pleasure.
A loud, pornographic moan left your lips as your face twisted with pleasure. Your eyes stayed open as Loki's closed, observing the pleasant expression he made as he tasted you. So sweet. It was when he groaned against your intimacy that you were forced to throw your head back, closing your eyes, delirious with pleasure.
Loki quickened his pace, eating you faster as loud moans and curses left your heavenly lips. It was such a sight.
One finger came inside you and you almost screamed. One more and his name left your mouth like a pray.
His lips left your cunt to attack your mouth and you moaned as your taste came strong on your tongue while his slender fingers kept fucking you merciless. You felt your nipples burning through the rough material of his shirt and something about him being full clothed and you being all naked made you feel exposed; and vulnerable; and hot inside, as if you were about to cum.
And you were. The knot on your lower belly was unmistakable and you suddenly felt like fireworks were exploding through your whole body.
You didn't have to warn him or ask him twice.
Loki fixed the pace, hitting all the right buttons for you to come. You felt your inner folds squeeze his fingers and the weight of his gaze on your face as you did so. Your vision became white and the all colorful and the pleasure was so much for you to handle.
God, you never came this hard.
His fingers left you and you couldn't contain the bitter feeling of emptiness that gesture brought. But Loki put a hand on your hip and you knew you would be full again soon. The other one, which was deep in your pussy just a few moments ago, he took to your lips and you sucked them, gladly obeying him. Your mischievous tongue roamed the length of his finger, sucking on every trace of you that might have been left there.
"Good girl." He proudly said, unzipping his pants and you couldn't be happier. "Obeying all Doctor's orders so well." And now he was taking his shirt off, exposing his beautiful chest for your hungry hands.
He tossed his clothes somewhere unknown to you and you both stand in front of each other fully naked. And there was something just... magical about him that made you sigh in anticipation for what was about to come (you, you hoped).
"As to help you with your little... struggle." His tone was cocky and full of himself, it should have pissed you off but it turns out you were only getting wetter. "I will recommend..." He stopped, wondering to himself what to do with you. "Three more orgasms." Your doe-eyes widened. You just came from the strongest orgasm from your whole life and he wanted three more?
"Can you handle that, Miss?" But his voice was so demanding that you nodded eagerly, curiosity and luxury taking over your poor, needy body.
He smiled proudly and left a sweet kiss on your lips, not taking too long in the almost innocent gesture. Without another word, he entered you like a person enters home: fast, anxious but enjoying every moment.
His cock was big and it tore your pussy apart, causing an animalistic moan - of pain and pleasure - to escape from your mouth before you even thought twice. Your legs instinctively climbed up, tying at his waist to receive him more properly. Your hands went to the God's broad shoulders, helping him pound on you more firmly.
His pace was unbelievable quick, making your breasts bounce at each thrust. And you were a moaning mess. 'Cause it didn't take him long to find the angle where he could hit your sweet spot. And he kept hitting it until it was unbearable for you to resist and you came without a warning, a crying of his name leaving your lips as an apology for not telling him you were about to come.
He grasped your chin firmly and forced his lips against yours. After the kiss, he stared at you with narrowed eyes and black irises, silently telling you that you would pay for it.
And he roughly laid you on the stretcher. You didn't resist and let him do it. Your legs were high at his waist, the new angle allowing new points to be reached in your pussy. And you moaned (screamed), because he wouldn't stop and you were just so sensitive.
Is this a good moment to say that you never understood the concept of multiple orgasms until you meet Loki?
'Cause he kept pounding on you with such an inhuman strength that you could feel the shape of the bruises that were forming on your skin. Bruises that held his sign, his mark all around your body.
"You may come now, sweet thing." He demanded after some more firm thrusts and you didn't knew if it was his magic or that your body was really that loyal to him to just cum at his command, but you did. Hard. Harder than the other two previous times and you couldn't process anything else but his cock deep in your pussy, fucking you into a total blackout.
How could you handle one more?
But you handled. 'Cause Loki turned you around, putting your beautiful ass on the air and fucked you from behind just like you imagined. His hungry hand came to meet your swollen clit and your screamed his name cause that was just too much.
"C'mon, sweet thing. One more, you can give me that, can't you?" He whispered on your ear, biting the soft flesh of your neck right after and you nodded. Because you wanted to give it to him.
Your pussy was sore and you could feel it. His cock kept pounding on you so hard your feet left the ground, his strength and the stretcher being your only real support right now. And there was his hand on your clit and his dirty words on your ears and his lips on your neck; and then there was the stretcher and that damn white shirt of his somewhere in the room and you couldn't remember how it had came to this point. And then
SMACK
He spanked you. Again. And again. It burned and you could feel the shape of his hand red and sore on your skin. And you came one last time to a scream of his beautiful name.
Your vision became white, and all colorful right after, so you missed the way he also came moaning your name, spilling his white loads deep inside you.
Your body wavered and you lurched forward, falling into the stretcher, too busy enjoying your orgasm to care. Loki did nothing but admire the mess he had made of you. Your legs were slightly parted, your butt up in the air as his cum dripped from your pussy.
There was a beauty in that which Loki could not decipher. Something raw and animalistic; but also loving and worshiping. Something deep and worth fighting for. That made sense, afterall. That's exactly how he felt about you. So he just just smiled, stroked your ass and placed a soft kiss on the skin of your shoulder blades, helping you to get up right then.
"Love? I think a bath would be good for you now." He spoke, his voice sweet and concerned that he may have gone too far with you this time.
And you, in all your glory, naked and fucked up, didn't want him to feel that way. Then you smiled. It was a weak, half-tired smile (from someone who had just come four times in a row). But that said something between "I love you" or "It was amazing," things like that, that you notice in a look or a way of speaking.
So you pecked his lips and joked
"Doctor's orders?"
He laughed, a happy - and somehow - relieved laugh. You were simply unbelievable.
"Yes. How is the tooth?"
You frowned.
"What tooth?" And then it hit you.
Shit. You missed the appointment with Dr. Finnegan.
But it wasn't like you felt you needed to go to the dentist anymore. The pain was gone.
Like magic.
Loki laughed at your half-desperate, half-angry state and let out a
"Lucky for you that your boyfriend can be an amazing doctor and solved your problem before you even knew it."
You couldn't argue with that. He really was an amazing doctor.
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you have no idea how happy I am to be posting this imagine rn! i just worked so hard on this! i sincerely hope you enjoyed it. i know i am very happy with the outcome.
oh, and to the lovely person who asked me to write this: i hope it was as you imagined. let me know.
thank you all for your lovely attention.
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