#Jotun Loki

[brambleghost]

Marvel Rivals Loki be like this

@nooby-banana and @teammomjeans encouraged me to do this

[hiddlesfan-club]

Tom Hiddleston is back as Jotun Loki!!!!!! What if Season 3!!!! Merry Christmas everyone!!!!!

[seven7arts]

What If...? 3x04 || Marvel Animation

[cerbero2518]

He said "Dad" and not "Father"

I love this Loki

He's a good boy

[boredintjqueen]

Born to rule Jutenheim, forced to babysit all of time:

[fla-t-line]

[batwynn]

Deep Wood Magic

[valeron99]

Night slipping.

[gravedigginbbydoll]

winter’s cold touch

Jotun! Loki x Huntress! Reader Smut

You find yourself and your village in the midst of winter, struggling to survive. But as fate would have it, you meet a powerful being willing to offer you a deal…

CW: MDNI!! survival, fear, temperature play, rough, penetration, P in V, light choking, hair pulling, spitting, worshiping, dom! Loki, overstimulation, deals, size difference, monster! Loki, textured! (Iykyk), flavored body fluid, magic? At play, etc.

The gusting wind was biting and cutting straight through your layers. You knew today would be one of the coldest of the year, but also knew that you needed extra food and supplies for the village, as people were beginning to run out. This winter had been an especially hard one, what with two elders dying and hardly any meat to hunt. Your village had survived off vegetables alone for the most part, and the children were growing sicker.

You cursed Ullr, god of the hunt. Surely he would have spared a few moments for his people.

But alas, it seemed as though the gods had all but forgotten your tiny village.

Your nearly frostbitten hands clutched desperately at your furs, blinded by the storm and flurries. Your people had begged you to stay inside and wait, but you snuck out. Which was a foolish decision, truthfully, as you could die out here and never be found. But you knew you needed to do something for the village.

Your people were fearful to wander out past the river after tales from nearby traders and towns circled of a large blue monster, something with eyes as red as blood and skin seemingly made of rock. The creature was described in whispered tones as a possible jötun, or giant, roaming Midgard for some strange reason. You knew this tale was probably just a trick of the light, someone spotting a rock or even animal and assuming the worst.

You began to feel your fingers go numb as you attempted to trek through the snow, cursing aloud. You squinted to look around, spying mostly trees…until you held a hand over your brow, blocking out most of the flurries of snow. A cave, off in the distance. Shelter.

Now you knew as a hunter and gatherer that entering a cave was an act of stupidity unless one was readily aware to fight. Bears and other predators enjoyed caves and made them their homes. However, you also knew that without that shelter, you may have lost all your limbs to the ice and snow.

So you trekked forward.

Once near the entrance, you smelled…smoke?

It seemed someone had come into the cave and lit a fire.

You cursed under your breath, looking up and praying to the gods that whoever was on the other end may be a kind soul.

“Hello?,” You called out, walking slowly into the cave. Though it was still cold, you felt your body begin to warm up slightly, bringing that sharp stinging pain of thawing along with it. A nuisance, yes, but a reminder that you were still alive.

You were met with silence.

You decided to walk back towards the fire in the distance, still armed and alert. Once you reached it, you noted a fire with no attendee, and the remains of a meal left. It seemed whoever had taken refuge here had since moved on. You sat down cautiously by the fire, your stomach pained from hunger as you stared at the leftovers of a meal, clearly gone cold. You couldn’t fight it any longer. With a hand still clutching your dagger, you shovelled the meat and vegetables in your mouth, moaning at the taste of something other than just your rations. You greedily lapped up the plate, praising whatever foolish stranger had left this haven for you to find.

Once you had eaten and warmed up by the fire, you felt a lull of sleep coming over you, and tried your best to fight it, only to nod off by the fire, clearly exhausted from fighting the cold.

When you awoke, your eyes were first met with blue. Blue carved skin like that of a rock, the skin bare… except for some gold armor plating and what looked to be an armoured loincloth? You froze and your mind raced. The creature was large, its head nearly touching the ceiling, with long black hair that reached its shoulders. You could not fight this being. You tried to even your breathing, hoping somehow, you could pretend to be asleep and take it by surprise. You tried to look around, your heart pounding in your chest, attempting to formulate a plan, a way to-

“I know you’re awake, little huntress,” The creature’s voice teased, the tone smooth and masculine.

You stayed still, bracing yourself. This was it. You were to die in this cave like a fool and-

“Come sit by the fire. We have much to discuss.”

You sat up slowly, keeping your eye on the creature as you felt around for your dagger only to find…dirt. Your eyes scanned the space only to see the creature holding your knife in its fingers, the instrument laughably tiny in his hands.

“No worries, little one. I will not harm you. Now come sit.”

His tone was teasing, almost mischievous. You were reminded of tales of forest tricksters and spirits who thrived off of chaos in the human realm. You needed to be careful.

You came towards the fire, sitting across from the creature. In the dim light of the cave, You could see his blue skin with thin grooves in it, like a carved rock. He wore golden armour and a pair of…horns? You took note of the creature's deep red eyes and long straight nose. His lips held a bit of a sly smile, as he arched a dark eyebrow at you.

“Enjoying the show?”

You held your ground, jaw tight and teeth clenched.

He sighed, poking at the fire and seemingly…bored?

“Midgardians used to be a lot more fun.”

You stared at the being, feeling fury rising up through your body into your throat. You tried to bite your tongue. Try being the key word.

“Perhaps being fun is less of a concern when lives are on the line,” You gritted out.

The creature blinked at you for a minute before grinning in amusement. “Quite a fiery huntress you are, hm?”

You felt the heat rise in your cheeks and anger drum in your chest. The creature viewed you as a cute little biting pup, something to coo at and laugh.

“Besides, if there’s an issue…I could be of help. Surely we can make a deal?”

You froze, your heart pounding in your chest as your brain quickly went through all the fables and tales you grew up with. One message was clear: Never make a deal.

You shook your head, standing up, and trying to be as stern as possible. “No, I think I will be on my way,” you stated as calmly as possible. Your hands were clenched at your sides to prevent them from shaking. “If you could give me back my dagger, I will be going.”

The creature grinned, shaking its head. “In this weather? You will be lost or dead in minutes. And you won’t find any of the supplies or food you need to bring back to your village.”

You blinked at the creature, confused as to how it knew, only for it’s smile to transform to some look of secrecy. “I take an interest in observing Midgardians.”

You stared down the creature, trying to feign confidence. “And how could you help us?”

He fiddled around with your dagger, seemingly bored. His voice was light and airy, as if discussing his day rather than a possibly dangerous deal. “I am…a sorcerer…of sorts. I can multiply your current food supply and ensure there are animals to hunt. I can also multiply your wood. Enough to survive the harsh months and have some left over.”

You bit your lip, considering the possibilities. You could help your people. You could end this before you lost any more villagers. But you knew there was always a trick.

“And what do I give you in return?,” You asked, trying to keep your voice even. You knew some frost trolls and giants (which is what you assumed this…thing…was.) desired to eat human flesh. You also knew that everything came with a price.

The giant stared at you, before seemingly shrinking down a bit. The creature was still massive, but closer to a very large human’s size. He came near you after tossing your dagger to the side haphazardly, his ice cold fingers going to touch your neck. The action sent a shiver down your back, your skin raising with goosebumps. He seemingly was intrigued by you and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I desire you.”

You swallowed, your heart racing as you tried to control your breathing. “Wh-what do you mean?”

The frost giant pulled back and ran a finger under your jawline, tilting your chin up at him, smirk on his face. “It’s been nearly a century since I’ve bedded a human. One gets tired of their own hand.”

You felt your face burn as you tried to back away, mind racing with the thoughts of being bedded by this ginormous being, and what differences there were in anatomy.

“N-no, I think-”

The frost giant's eyes darkened as it leaned in closer, its breath hot on your face. “I can bring your pleasures never heard of, little one. I can make you see stars and give you such a holy experience that you may worship me,” His voice was a low rumbling growl, his words sending desire straight to your core and snatching the breath from your lungs. His nostrils flared and his eyes rolled back in his head as he chuckled darkly, grinning.

“You smell…absolutely sinful, little one. Don’t tell me you don’t desire this as much as I do.”

You swallowed, your brain swimming with visions of this creature bedding you. You were a woman of little words and needs, and often the time spent trying to care for the village took away much opportunity to indulge your wants fully. You bit your lip, thinking of your people, and how much weight this deal would take off their shoulders. Your stomach twisted at the idea while your heart raced and your core began getting slicker with desire. You steeled your nerves and began to strip off your furs, standing as bare as you felt comfortable to be in front of the creature.

“It’s a deal.”

The giant smirked, before it’s expression went dark once more. Your heart raced at the change in his demeanor.

“Kneel.”

You blinked up at the creature, bewildered. “Sorry?”

The creature growled deeply, eyes in a hard stare as it stood to full height, a little over twice your size, still intimidating in nature. “I said kneel.”

You scoff, shaking your head while opening your mouth to snap at the creature, when he growled, fingers lacing into your hair and pulling, causing you to fall to your knees. The pain stirred something deep inside you, making you slicker with wetness and your chest and face burn at the humiliation.

“You will praise me. I am your god now, little huntress.”

While you tried to ignore the somewhat stirring lust within you at being ordered, you couldn’t help but be curious. You looked up at the giant who dropped his loin cloth to reveal his hardened member, the shaft lined with ridges and lines similarly to the rest of his body, and a similar chill came off of it. You reached out gingerly to hold it in your hand, the weight shocking you. His cock felt hard like a smooth stone but cool to the touch and lined with etching and ridges. You find yourself stroking him, staring in fascination. His growls mingle with his moaning, his voice growing thick with desire.

“Now taste me. I want your mouth, little huntress,” He groaned out, eyes still glued onto you. You felt your core clench around nothing before leaning down to give a tentative lick, finding yourself drawn in for more. You opened your mouth and slid down the impressive girth, barely able to reach past the middle of the shaft. You tasted wintergreen and musk, involuntarily moaning. Deep down you knew this creature was no ordinary frost giant, the taste of its skin pulling out some type of ferocious lust in you. You bobbed your head up and down, drool slipping from your lips and covering both his cock and the floor. Your knees ached against the cold stone floor, yet the chill was somehow desired because the heat within you was unbearable. The creature, this god, held onto your hair, beginning to lead your head, becoming more forceful as his moans and growls became more wild. You were eventually pulled off with a vulgar pop, strings of spit coating the large member and dripping down your chin.

The giant grinned menacingly at you, red eyes burning you from the inside out. “Such a good little pet. So obedient for your savior.”

You nodded wordlessly, unable to reply, mind clouded with lust.

The giant still gripping your hair pushed you in the opposite direction, your face immediately going against the stone floor, your body on all fours. The creature then chuckled darkly, clearly able to see your slick wetness through your garments. A shocking ripping noise echoed through the cave and you felt a relief of a cooling air on your cunt, which felt as though it was dipped in the fires of Muspelheim. The giant moaned at the sight, it’s impressive hands gripping your backside and digging in what felt like claws. You heard him spit, and then felt the icy liquid touch your center, moaning at the tingling sensation it caused, making your already sensitive core aflame with need.

“Please, god, please, I will do anything you wish, please,” You found yourself saying, your mind focused on lust and desire. You would never usually react this way, always wanting to be in control and in charge of yourself, but this…being…this…deity made you wild.

You felt a sudden thrust into your core, your back arching in pleasure as the giant forcefully thrust in, your cunt pulsating with pain and pleasure. Tears welled in your eyes, the beast thrusting in and out at an alarming and inhuman rate, your moans tumbling out from your mouth at the feeling. You felt your core clench around his cock, your eyes rolling back as your pleasure was heightened at an alarming rate. The ridges of his cock heighted every thrust tenfold, and the chilling temperature seemed to mingle with your flaming skin and core in the most pleasurable way.

Before your could finish, the beast pulled out and shocked you with a ridged tongue slipping through your folds, moaning against your center. You whined at the loss of being filled until your felt your clit being sucked into his mouth, his ridged tongue flicking back and forth against the sensitive bud. You screamed, your pleasure crashing over you like waves, vision getting blurry with tears.

Your entrance, puffy and swollen from the intense pleasure was given no warning or rest. You felt the beast slam into you again, growling deeply, tugging at your hair once more, pulling your back towards his chest. The new angle had the ridges of his cock pressing against your walls in the most torturous way. You cried out, the pleasure unbearably intense as he rammed into you repeatedly, his cock pulsating within you. He moved his hand from your hair to grab the base of your throat and ripping your thin cotton blouse open, used his other hand to play with your breast, his fingers expertly tugging and kneading your flesh. He seemed to relish in your crying, a dark chuckle leaving his lips. You felt yourself lost in pleasure again, the waves crashing over you as you cunt pulsated around him, his growling ‘yes’, spurring you on. By this point, you could no longer hold yourself up, your legs shaking and hold body a light with pleasure on the verge of pain.

He leaned over to whisper in your ear, voice closer to a bestial growl. “You are mine now, little huntress. I will come from Asgard every winter season to claim you, drive you wild with my cock and pleasure you. Then I will give your village everything they need. But you must never let another Midgardian touch you. I am your god now, your savior.”

Your mind, ablaze with desire and drunk on lust, just swirled with fantasies of being the god’s plaything. You whined and cried as he began to thrust deeper, the ridges of his cock hitting you in the right spot.

“Do we have a deal, little wolf?,” He rumbled in your ear. You nodded before he thrust deeper into you, cutting off your nod with a sharp snap of his hips. “Answer your god properly.”

You nodded, voice thick with tears and pleasure, your body close to the breaking point again. “Yes, yes, yes….You are my…god! My god!,” You cried out, feeling the pleasure overwhelm you and crash over you, your body tensing up and giving out, practically collapsing in his arms.

You heard a dark chuckle, and a pause before the giant began thrusting in wildly once again, his member pulsating before his cum spilled into you, cooling off your burning cunt. You moaned again, collapsing into his arms, eyes fluttering. Despite all odds, you felt your body drift off…weak from the immense sensations and pleasure.

When you awoke, you were back in your cottage, wrapped in furs and a new fire burning. Your mind was fuzzy, remembering the snow and frost… but uncertain how you got home. You peered out the door to spy everyone rejoicing in the village tavern, beer flowing like water. You quickly went to change and raced to reprimand the idiots for wasting what was a last resort.

You rushed in, slamming the door open and about to shout before seeing everyone singing and rejoicing, their cheeks pink, and their eyes not holding the same hollowness as usual. You pulled aside one of the older hunters, Einar. He looked at you with one usually piercing blue eye, now warmer than you’d ever seen.

“Einar, what’s the meaning of this? We are starving and you are all drunk?!,” You hissed, anger and confusion clear in your tone.

Einar grinned, making you pause and feel as though you entered a fae realm. The man was known for being solemn and levelheaded, rarely smiling.

“It’s a miracle! The gods have blessed our storages with triple our goods! Our prayers have been answered!”

You felt your breath catch in your throat as memories flowed back to you. The giant. The deal. His icy touch against your feverish skin.

Was that real?

Was he truly a god?

You ran into your home, ignoring Einar’s confusion at your reaction, looking for a sign that the whole ordeal had been real.

You spotted a small piece of parchment upon your small table. Picking it up, you felt your heart pound and your core grow slick at the memory of him, though your heart was squeezed with fear at the words across the page.

Until next winter, little huntress.

Your savior,

Loki

Your cheeks burned hot as the sun as the breath was stolen from your lungs.

Loki was your giant? The trickster god?

Winter was sure to become a whirlwind of chaos and pleasure from now on.

[g1rlwholivesindelusion]

— Loki of Jotunheim ❄

[simplyholl]

Frozen Stiff

Summary: Captured by the Frost Giants, your time on Jotunheim gets interesting.

Pairing: Jotun Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Loss of virginity. Size kink. Somnophilia.

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You really did it this time. Your father instructed everyone stay in their homes this night. Loki, king of the Frost Giants had warned your father, King Erik, king of the elves that he would be coming through Alfheim. If anyone was caught outside, they would be considered an enemy, and taken prisoner.

Your father’s royal decree had went in one ear and out the other. You were considered a trouble maker. Not because of anything you had done consciously. Trouble seemed to follow wherever you went. You were so unlike your sister, the future queen of Alfheim, and no one let you forget that.

She was tucked away safely in her chambers with the door locked. Here you were, hiding in the bushes outside the palace. You wanted to get a good look at the Frost Giants. You had never seen one in person, and you didn’t think the view from your chambers would do them any justice.

Loud footsteps echoed throughout the forest as they stomped through. The trees were shaking with each step they took, the force of their large bodies leaving holes in the ground where they walked. They were approaching quickly. You really should run back in the palace, but you were frozen. The first few Jotuns walk by and you’re stunned.

They are even bigger than you imagined. Then you see him, King Loki. He struts through and a wild thought comes to you. He’s beautiful. You had always been taught that the Frost Giants were ugly beasts that would take misbehaving children in the night. They seemed nice enough. King Loki had even given your father warning before passing through. He and the last three giants walk passed you and you count the seconds before you can run back inside.

Woof

You look beside you terrified. Your sister’s dog, Arnie, pants beside you, tail wagging.

Woof

He barks again. You grab him, trying your best to shush him. But it’s too late. He’s gained their attention. They turn back around, looking toward the bushes you are hiding in. You sink lower to the ground, trying to shove your body under the bush. You close your eyes, hoping if you can’t see them, they can’t see you.

But their footsteps shake the ground as they come closer. “What have we here?” One of them growls, picking you up with one hand. “We found a spy, your highness.”

“Bring him to me.” King Loki demands. You squeak as you are dropped from one huge hand into another. You shiver, the temperature of his skin is colder than you could have imagined. “Not a he, but a she.” He says amused, as he looks closely at you.

“What are you doing out here, little mouse? I warned your king that we would take anyone we found outside prisoner.” You swallow, trying to seem braver than you felt. “My father, King Erik, he did command the whole village to stay inside, your highness. I was simply curious and I wanted to see you for myself.”

Loki looks at you in the palm of his hand, amusement dancing on his features. “Your father, the king? So that makes you a princess? Are you the heir to the throne?” You shake your head. “No, your highness, that would be my sister.” You introduce yourself hoping it will get you out of this situation.

“A princess for a prisoner. What an interesting day it’s turning out to be.” He sneers. “No, wait!” You protest. He closes his hand around you, silencing you. When you arrive in Jotunheim, you are brought to a room with a giant bed, huge fluffy pillows, and a roaring fireplace. King Loki places you on the bed.

“This isn’t normally how I treat my prisoners, but you are still a princess. As long as you obey me, you may stay in this room and avoid the dungeon. You are free to walk around, and I will let everyone know that no harm is to come to you. Am I understood?”

“Yyyyesss” You stutter, you had been freezing the entire trip. You run to the fireplace, rubbing your hands together in an effort to get warm. Loki studies you, his red eyes lingering on your sheer nightgown. You really didn’t plan on getting captured when you went out, so you didn’t bother with putting on a proper dress.

You regret that decision now as his gaze lands on your breasts, heaving on your shaking form. He could see everything through the nightgown, and he was already looking, so you didn’t bother with attempting to cover yourself. “I’ll have someone make you proper clothing. In the meantime, there are extra blankets in the closet.” He walks out, leaving you with your thoughts.

Months had passed and you were settling into your new home. No one treated you like a prisoner, and you decided for once in your life to stay out of trouble. You had been given a job in the palace kitchen and you were making new friends. You were actually starting to like it here.

You giggle as your closest friend Marta, asks about your sex life. As a princess, you had to save yourself for whoever your father chose for you. You knew very little about the act itself. But Marta filled you in. She answered every question you had without judging you, and she even gave you some tips. The most shocking part was learning that a male might want to kiss you between your thighs. Marta told you there was nothing like it, so you couldn’t help fantasizing about it the rest of the day. When you laid your head down to rest, your tried to think of more questions for Marta.

The door to your room squeaked open. King Loki walked in, shutting it behind him. He gently removed the blankets from your sleeping form. You were wearing the nightgown from the first night you met him. He reaches out, his long finger grazing your nipple. The chill from his skin causing it to harden under his touch. You sigh from his attention, but don’t wake up. He carefully spreads your legs, laying down between them. His cold tongue meets your center, and you buck your hips toward him. He takes this as an invitation, long tongue lapping between your thighs.

You jump up, searching your room for him, but he’s not there. It was all a dream. You confide in Marta about it and she says it must be your conversation. It made its way into your subconscious. But you didn’t talk to Marta about it the next night when you had it or the next night. Weeks had passed and still, you had the same dream every night. It made it awkward for you when you had to serve King Loki his meals.

“King Loki has requested you serve his dessert in his chambers.” Marta told you, handing you the tray piled high with pastries, cakes, and fruit. You knock on his door, waiting for his instruction to enter. When he calls for you to come in, you bow to him. “My king, I’ve brought your dessert.” He’s propped up on his bed, gesturing for you to place it on a table by the window.

He’s so big, he nearly takes up all the room on the large bed. His muscled blue form has been the object of your fantasies for a while now. “Remove your dress, and get on the bed.” He demands. You drop the metal tray on the table. “Excuse me, your highness. I must have misheard you.”

He pats the bed, “You heard correctly, little mouse. I know you desire me. You dream of me every night. I’m only rewarding your good behavior.” You fight the urge to pinch yourself. You must be dreaming. “How did you know about that?” You manage to mumble. “I know all, little one. You can hide nothing from me.”

He beckons you with his thick finger. You do as he instructed, removing your dress and getting on the bed with him. He lifts you with one hand, hovering you above his face. “Wha- what are you doing?” You stammer. “I’m having my dessert.” He quips placing you on his mouth. His long, cold tongue covers your center. You shiver from the chill. His velvety muscle curls beneath your clit, flicking it.

He treats you like a porcelain doll, holding you as if you might break. He could easily crush you without trying. You really were like his own personal doll. He enters your untouched flesh with his tongue, rocking you back and forth on it. Your small hands wrap around his fingers, trying to ground yourself. He drinks you like it’s water, the icy muscle tipping you over the edge, making your toes curl.

He suddenly tosses you on your back, his bulky form trapping you beneath him. He settles between your thighs. They start aching as he spreads them as wide as he can. It’s still not wide enough to accommodate him. So he pushes your knees to your chest, his gigantic cock nudging your center.

The thought of ruining such a small, delicate woman driving him mad with lust. “I’ll split you in half, little mouse. You would like that wouldn’t you?” Your still dazed from your orgasm, so you only hum in response. “My sweet princess is cock drunk and she hasn’t had any cock yet.” You nod, reaching for him. “I am the first to touch you, correct?” Another hum to confirm.

You gasp when he dips a large finger inside you, curling it upwards. “I have to get you ready.” He explains. As he works his skilled finger inside you, you rock your hips, hungry for more. You whine as he removes his digit from you, but you’re not left wanting for long. He thrusts into you, and you scream. He stretches you, and you try to adjust to his size. You feel him bottom out and you wiggle to get more comfortable.

Tears fall down your cheeks, the stinging not subsiding. “My poor princess. I’m too much for her. It’s only the tip, my sweet girl.” He gently traces the outline of his cock bulging in your stomach. Loki presses on it. “I can see myself protruding out of your stomach, little one. Do you know how feral that makes me? Such a small creature struggling to take the head of my cock.”

He tilts his hips, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. Goosebumps line your arms when you feel his breath on your ear. “You’re doing so good for me, my little princess. You feel incredible. I’ll keep you forever, my little plaything.” You whimper at his words, a gush of arousal soaking him. He moans, looking at your fucked out expression. He wraps his enormous hand around your waist, thrusting you down on him, faster.

Loki roars as he releases inside you. He pulls out, spreading your now limp legs. “I want to see me dripping out of you.” He lowers his head, black tresses covering your stomach as his icy tongue laps at you once more. “What a delicious mess you made.” He coos.

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[gloriousburden]

Wait I don’t know if anyone’s talked about this before, but in Jotun Loki fics, people always have the reader touch him while he’s in that form which sort of… never made sense to me.

Considering the fact that he’d be reverted to his Jotun form, wouldn’t anyone who touched him began to freeze? Hence why (perhaps one of the reasons) Loki in Thor 1 was so apprehensive about grabbing Odin’s hand, with the hand the Jotun grabbed him by and reverted him with in Jotunheim?

I… don’t think you’d be able to touch him. And he wouldn’t just be cold to the touch. Loki is ALREADY quite cold to the touch canonically (right bottom corner shown in the picture above), so in his Jotun form… he’d be freezing.

Anyone please correct me if I’m wrong, though. Was just wondering because I always had the sort of idea that if you touched Loki while he was reverted to his Jotun form, that it would be dangerous. Just like touching any other Jotun.

Which is one of the reasons he was probably afraid to grab Odin’s hand. Not only at the thought of himself being a “monster” and untouchable in that sense, but also literally being untouchable because it wasn’t necessarily safe and he was hyper conscious of it, even if he had already been reverted back.

I get people excuse things for the sake of Fanfic, but I actually don’t think I’ve seen people talk about this before. So I don’t know if it’s just them excusing it, or a fandom-wide misconception.

May reword this later. Probably sounds a bit stupid and might be straight up incorrect in some areas because I just woke up.

[textsfromthetva]

Loki + tumblr [211/?]

[joyful-enchantress]

Spring Heat (18+) | Loki x Fem!Reader

banner created by the amazing @springdandelixn

A/N: You help your husband through his yearly heat, which is part of the Jotun mating cycle. He's afraid he might hurt you, but you are determined to stay... I wrote this for @springdandelixn and her Double-Trouble Sleepover! Congratulations, Beanie, my love! I hope you enjoy this little fic that I put together for you 🖤

Genre/Warnings: Jotun mating cycle AU, smut (18+), rough sex, choking, dubcon? (everything is consensual but Loki is not entirely in control of himself), language, light angst, fluff too, filth with feeling, established relationship

Word Count: 3182

The sights and sounds of springtime were all around you as you strolled through the palace grounds —

The busy twittering of birds as they searched for food and fought over tree branches on which to build their nests.

The chattering of squirrels and rabbits and other small animals as they came out of hiding to begin a new season of life.

The rich shade of green returning to the grass in the meadow, speckled with pops of color where wildflowers were beginning to bloom.

Speaking of blooming flowers -- the palace gardens were thriving, and in the next couple of weeks were sure to become a spectacle of color, ranging from delicate pastel hues to bright, vibrant tones. Just in time for the Spring Festival that would be held at the end of the month.

Yes, spring was upon you. Your favorite season. It meant warmer temperatures and sunshine and new life.

But despite all the bright cheerfulness that spring brought with it, for your husband, Loki, it also brought with it a certain darkness.

His heat.

Loki was of Jotun blood; a Frost Giant. And with that heritage came certain Jotun traits, some more easily embraced than others. One such trait that your husband found more loathsome than the rest was the Jotun mating cycle.

Each year since his body matured, around the time of the Spring Equinox, Loki would find himself at the mercy of his primal instincts. Unable to control his animalistic urges to mate, he’d lock himself in his chambers until it would pass.

That is, until you had something to say about it.

When you learned of the agony he endured — both physically and emotionally — locked in his chambers for anywhere from one week to one month until his heat cycle passed, you couldn’t bear it. You had to do something to help, if you could.

You remembered the conversation you’d had with him well. It was shortly after your wedding…

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“Loki, isn’t there anything that would make it easier to endure? Or at least make it come to an end more quickly? I can’t imagine a week of that, let alone a month.”

“Unfortunately, no, darling. There isn’t really anything that can be safely done to help it. The healers can give me an elixir that will suppress it, but I can’t take it every year, or it would lose its effectiveness. And besides, a heat the year after a suppressed heat is always more intense and agonizing.”

Your eyebrow cocked, looking at him with curiosity. “You sound like you’re speaking from experience…?”

He took a deep breath before answering, “Yes, I’ve taken suppressants occasionally in the past. The temptation of a year of reprieve was too great for me to resist at times. But I always found that the following year’s heat was far worse than what is typical. More desperation, more madness, more… pain.”

Your heart broke for him in that moment.

“Why does it last so long, Loki?”

He gave a mirthless chuckle. “It lasts as long as it takes for one of two things to happen. Either it quite literally burns its way out of my system, like a fever that takes weeks to break. Or…”

His voice trailed off, and he looked off into the distance, as if he was searching for his thought amongst the forests and rolling hills.

“Or…?” You gently encouraged him to continue.

Loki let out an exasperated sigh and quietly admitted, “Or… I mate. Breed. Fuck.”

Something about the way he enunciated the hard ‘k’, his Adam’s apple bobbing sinfully as the sound clicked in his throat, had your core throbbing with need and a wave of hot arousal unfolding over your body.

You blinked a few times as you contemplated what he said. “Well that seems easy enough,” you replied cooly, as if you were discussing the weather.

“What…?” He looked at you, perplexed.

“If having a good fuck will bring your agony to an end, then that seems like an easy solution to me. I can help you with that —”

“NO!” His rich baritone voice boomed as it cut you off, dripping with authority, anger, and — was that fear? “You don’t understand, my love. I am not myself when this happens. I lose myself, I lose control. I no longer am capable of keeping up the Asgardian façade; my Jotun form takes over and I am overcome with the primal desire to mate. I lose all regard for decency, I become… a monster. I am a monster.”

“Loki…” you reached a hand up to caress the side of his stupidly beautiful face, running your thumb soothingly along his sharp cheekbone and slotting your palm against his chiseled jaw, which was tightly clenched. A sign of his distress. “I love you, Loki. Let me help you through this.”

“I love you too, darling. More than my life itself. Which is exactly why I can’t let you do this.” He wrapped his large hand around the back of yours and turned his head to the side to tenderly kiss your palm. “It isn’t safe. I could hurt you. Badly.”

“I trust you, Loki. I trust you with my life, no matter what physical form you assume.” The next words you uttered came to you as easily as breathing, “I want to do this. Please. Use me. Use my body to sate your desires and end your own suffering.”

His emerald eyes widened at your words, most likely shocked at how brazen and self-assured they were. But swirling behind the shock was something else. Reverence. Trepidation. And lust.

He slowly swallowed, gathering himself together and collecting his thoughts after you scrambled them with your salacious plea.

“Alright then, darling.” He cautiously relented, his eyes boring into yours, searching for any sign that you were having second thoughts or hints of doubt. “Come springtime, when my next heat cycle is upon me, I’ll let you help me. I’ll let you be the balm that soothes my burning, searing ache.”

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And now, spring was upon you. And any day now, it would be time to make good on your promise to him. For better or worse. You suddenly had a renewed appreciation for the words you spoke in your wedding vows to him, just 8 months ago.

Loki has been warning you for the past few days that his heat is imminent, and could take over at any time. He could feel it; all the warning signs were there. The restlessness. The irritability. The discomfort. Crawling under his skin like an itch he can't scratch. Until it makes him snap.

Each and every time, he asked if you were still sure. He reminded you that you could change your mind, that he didn't expect you to do this. That he'd never expect you to do this. It was entirely your choice.

And each and every time, you stood firm in your decision. You wanted to help him. You would do this.

The sun was beginning to set on your evening stroll, so you altered your route so that it would lead you back towards the private chambers that you shared with Loki. As you approached the hallway which led to your shared door, you could feel a distinct, unseasonal chill in the air.

Was this it? Was tonight the night?

Once you reached the ornate wooden door, you noticed a thin blanket of frost coating the edges of it, as if, behind the door, was the force of winter itself, its icy chill seeping through the gaps between the door and the frame.

You reflected for a moment on the irony that all this frost and chill was the result of something called a heat, and you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself.

But then you remembered that not just fire, but ice, too, can burn.

A shiver rolled down your spine, and the cold seeping through the doorframe wasn't entirely to blame.

You took a moment to gather your courage, reminding yourself that this was Loki. Your husband. Your one true love.

You could do this.

You softly knocked, each tap of your knuckles against the cold wood sending a jolt of bravery through you.

"Loki... can I come in?"

"Pet..." The voice that answered you was familiar, but more... ragged. It was deeper, if that was even possible, and assumed a huskiness that made your usually gentle husband sound nothing short of feral.

It sent a surge of hot, wet arousal through you, which pooled between your thighs.

"I'm here, Loki..." you whispered like a prayer. "Let me help you."

"This is your last chance, pet," he warned. "You can still change your mind. But the moment you open the door, I'm afraid there will be no going back."

Good thing you had no plans of going back.

You opened the door and stepped into your chambers; after ensuring the door was closed and locked, you took a deep breath. This was it.

As you turned around, you came face to face with your husband.

Except he wasn't quite the Loki you knew. For one thing, he was taller. Much taller. At least 8 feet tall. You briefly wondered how you'd be able to take him in this form. His usually porcelain skin was replaced with a brilliant cerulean, and across every bit of blue that your hungry eyes could find, were ridges that swept across his skin in bold strokes and delicate lines, forming intricate patterns that you longed to trace with your fingers. As your eyes settled on his face, you found some familiarity there. You recognized the bone structure and the shape of his nose, the curve of his lips; the luscious raven locks that framed his angular face were unchanged. But in place of the emerald orbs that you knew and loved were two glistening rubies, staring at you with an intensity that could only be described as ferocious.

He was beautiful. Flawless. You saw no monster before you. Only your husband. Showing you a side of himself that he has kept hidden from you. Until now.

You broke the silence first, and simply muttered, "I love you, and I am here. Use me."

And that was all the permission he needed.

He closed the distance between you impossibly fast, like a predator stalking its prey, and wrapped an icy hand around your throat, squeezing firmly, the coldness stinging like pins and needles against your skin.

His lips met yours with an urgency that you hadn't experienced before; any hint of gentleness was gone and in its place a brutal clash of tongues and teeth as he claimed your mouth, a throaty growl slipping past his lips as he basked in the taste of you on his tongue.

Fear crept up your spine for the first time since you entered, and you brought your small hands up to claw at his wrist, a desperate attempt to let him know that you needed a break; you needed to breathe.

Something within him seemed to get the message, because he peeled his mouth away from yours and released your throat, repurposing his hand to wrap around your midsection and toss you unceremoniously onto the large bed in the center of the room.

You had to admit that part of you enjoyed the way he was manhandling you.

He wasted no time freeing himself from his garments and strode towards the bed, where he situated himself over you, caging in your small frame like a hungry animal about to enjoy the spoils of its hunt.

You gulped at the sight of his enormous cock, as it bobbed angrily against his stomach, covered in the same ridges that decorated the rest of his body, the tip weeping with the evidence of his primal desire. For you.

"These pretty silks have got to go," he rasped against your ear, his breath somehow both hot and cold.

He roughly grabbed the fine fabric and you winced as you heard him rip it to shreds as easily as if your dress was made of flower petals from the garden.

Within seconds, you were bare before him, and his ravenous gaze lazily roamed over your body, savoring every dip and every curve like the sight of you alone could sate him.

Even though that couldn't be further from the truth.

When he decided that his eyes had had their fill, he brought two fingers up to prod against your lips, his gaze meeting yours, daring you to defy him.

But you didn't dare.

You submissively parted your lips and wrapped your mouth around his fingers, astonished at how much your mouth had to stretch just to accommodate them. A wicked smile tugged at his lips as your tongue danced over his digits, preparing them for exploration of another warm, wet hole.

A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers were abruptly pulled from your mouth and pushed inside your weeping cunt. They pumped and stretched you almost as much as his normal cock would, and you shuddered at the thought of what was to come.

The nerves melted away though, as his thumb found your clit and worked the sensitive nub in sweeping circles, pleasure taking over your senses and lulling you into a state of calm.

"Loki..." you whispered softly between your whimpers and pants.

He growled in response, withdrawing his fingers from your soaked pussy and wrapping his hand around your thigh, forcing your legs open as wide as they would go.

Before you had a chance to adjust to the new position, his huge cock was at your slick entrance and he thrust forward, forcing as much of himself inside you as he could, his girth stretching your walls and the tip pushing against your cervix. The sudden intrusion took your breath away, and the stinging pain you felt caused unshed tears to well in your eyes. The coldness of his skin only heightened the sensations, forcing your mouth open in a silent scream as he claimed you.

You loved him. You wanted this. You silently reminded yourself as a large blue hand found your throat once again and wrapped around tightly.

A feral moan left his lips as he began to rut into you roughly. Pushing himself in as far as your body would allow. Over and over. Chasing his own pleasure without regard for your own.

"So warm... So tight... You take me so well, pet." He grunted between thrusts. "You're mine."

You couldn't help the fresh pool of arousal that gushed between your legs in response to his words. Even as he wrecked your body and used it like a toy, you loved nothing more than being his.

His rhythm became sloppy and you knew he was close.

With a wild growl, he pulled out of you and violently flipped you over onto your stomach. You were thankful you were on the mattress and not on the floor in that moment.

His large hands dug into your hips, pulling them upwards and angling you so that he could sink himself once again into your tight cunt. You turned your head to the side, gasping for air between shameless moans as he pounded into you from behind like an animal.

It didn't take long for him to reach his peak; he let out a primal roar as he came, pumping you full of his seed. You felt it leaking out of you, dripping down your inner thighs as he continued to shallowly thrust into you while he rode out his high.

And that was the last thing you remembered before darkness blurred the edges of your vision and you succumbed to exhaustion, your body limp and spent.

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Later, when you came to, you wiggled your fingers and toes first and slowly worked your way to moving each limb, assessing the soreness. There was an undeniable ache, but nothing you couldn't manage. You sat up in the bed and looked around the room, searching for Loki. Your eyes settled upon his familiar Asgardian form, huddled on the chair in the corner, as if he was putting as much distance as possible between the two of you without leaving you alone. His eyes were red, but not because of his Jotun blood. Because he had been crying.

"Loki, what's wrong?!" you frantically asked.

When he realized you were awake, he rushed to your side. "What's wrong? Love, look at what I've done to you!" He gestured to your body, to the bruises on your inner thighs, your hips, your wrists, your neck. He pointed to the mess between your thighs, to the bit of blood that was on the sheets between your legs. "I'm a monster. A vile, disgusting creature. I should have never let you do this!"

He looked away from you, ashamed.

You reached for his hand, in an effort to reassure him. "Loki, I wanted this. I wanted to help you. I insisted." Your thumb stroked the back of his hand in soothing circles, willing him to believe that you were okay. "And look! It worked. Your heat lasted only a few hours instead of weeks!"

"But at what cost?" He muttered, without meeting your gaze.

"I am your wife. We are a team, in everything. I vowed to be there for you and to love you no matter what, for better or for worse. A few bruises and some soreness are a small price to pay once a year if it means my husband isn't in agony for weeks at a time."

He sheepishly met your gaze then, peering up at you from under his eyelashes.

"I don't deserve you," he whispered softly.

"Yes you do. Because you are the most amazing person I know," you smiled easily as you said it. "Now, I did say we are a team, so if you're done sulking, I do believe it is your turn to do your part. Don't you have some magic healing powers that could soothe some of my aches, or am I misremembering?"

Now it was his turn to smile at you. He got to work straight away, a blanket of green seidr engulfing your body and buzzing through you, soothing away the worst of your residual pain. Then he spent the day spoiling you, running you a hot bath with your favorite rose scented bath oil, pampering you with a massage, and waiting on you hand and foot.

"Darling?"

"Yes, Loki?"

A wolfish grin crept across his lips. "When you've had a day or two to recover, I intend to make last night up to you, tenfold. To drown you in so much pleasure that the only word you'll remember is my name as it falls from your lips like a mantra."

You met his grin with your own cheeky smile. "And I intend to hold you to that, Laufeyson."

His lips met yours, then, in a passionate kiss; one that conveyed all the love and adoration he held for you. Your lover. Your husband. Your everything.

Spring was definitely your favorite season.

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Soothing Your Aches

Jotun!King!Loki x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: Your caring husband is always there to soothe your aches - no matter when or where.

Warnings: protective!Loki, pregnancy stuff, nudity, bit of suggestive smut, fluuuff

Word Count: 1,7k

a/n: This lil' oneshot is based on an idea from @eleniblue ! I just had to write it, because it's so sweet! Also, I'm so sorry it took me sooo long to get this posted... Hope you like it nevertheless. 🥰

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"Have you seen the queen?" Loki addressed one of your personal guards, Ivan, as he was rushing down the corridor towards the throne room; emerald green cape flying behind him.

Ivan nodded. "Yes, my king. Your wife was searching for you. I told her you were out in the city." The king of Jotunheim nodded. "Where did she go?" "I saw her going into the direction of the royal chambers, your majesty."

Loki snorted, "I just came from there, Ivan. She isn't there." and gritted his teeth; feeling the anger - caused by his worry, rise within his body. The king just couldn't help himself. It was the fault of his instincts to protect what was his - like so often.

Loki took a deep breath; trying to control his temper. "You have one job, Ivan! Keeping an eye on the queen and her safe whenever I'm away is the only task you've been burdened with - and you fail." The king shook his head, while Ivan obediently lowered his head. "I apologise, my king, I-" The young Jotun tried to explain, but got immediately interrupted. "She is pregnant, for the Norns sake! This isn't just about my wife anymore!"

Ivan swallowed visibly; fear reflecting in his ruby eyes. Loki still tried to keep his anger at bay; knowing that this was the first mistake of your guard. He tried to have mercy.

"I-I know, y-your highness, b-but-" Ivan got interrupted once more. "You are dismissed for today. Now get out of my sight, before I change my mind."

The guard knew that this was his king showing forgiveness and mercy, so he bowed, "T-Thank you, m-my king." and quickly left.

Loki took another deep breath, before he decided to ask one of the maids about your whereabout.

"Tola," his deep voice caused the blond haired maid, who was currently cleaning his presence chamber, to jump slightly and shriek up. "King Loki! Apologies!" She curtsied. "You scared me a bit." Loki shook his head. "I should apologise. I didn’t mean to scare you... Do you know where my wife is?" She nodded. "Sure, my king. Queen Y/N told me that she was going to take a bath in the royal bathing chamber. I offered my help, but she wished to be alone."

A relieved breath left the Jotun's lips. "Thank you." Tola curtsied once more. "Of course, your highness." With a curd nod, Loki turned on his heels and left again; his feet leading him straight towards the bathing chamber.

He could already smell the scent of your soaps and rich oils miles away. It caused him to smile.

Once he entered the bathing chamber, warm, wet air and slight steam welcomed him - alongside your beautiful voice humming an old Norse song.

It's been a long day for the king and all he wished now was to spend time with you and especially to take care of you, as well as the growing offspring within your womb.

Loki quickly started to undress, until he wore nothing more than his loin cloth. Sure, he could've joined you completely nude, but the king didn't wish to 'pressure you' into something. He wanted to take care of you - and if it would include making love, he wasn't going to complain. If not, Loki was more than alright with it.

Smiling, he rounded the corner to face the big pool you were in; leaning against the edge with your head tilted back and eyes closed. One hand held onto the edge, while the other was cupping your swollen belly; gently stroking the wet skin.

Loki watched you for a moment; admired the absolute stunning woman he had married.

"I hope you don't mind if I join you, my queen?"

Your eyes immediately flew open at your husband's words and you looked over; meeting his beautiful ruby eyes.

You smiled.

"No, of course not. In fact, it is highly appreciated. Please do join me, my king." Loki ran a hand through his now damp curls and proceeded to step inside the water and swim over to you.

You welcomed your husband with open arms, of course, given the fact that you hadn't seen him almost the whole day.

"Hello," you whispered against his lips; crossing your arms behind his neck. Loki smirked; wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you as close as your almost five-month-bump allowed. "Hello, Flower." The gap between the two of you quickly melted away, as your lips moulded perfectly against Loki's.

After exchanging several much needed kisses, Loki settled behind you against the quite comfortably built pool edge; pulling you back against his bare chest.

"How are you feeling today, love?" He asked in a gentle voice. His hands came to rest underneath your belly; supporting the weight of your bump. "Honestly?" You sighed. "It could be better. The muscles in my back hurt, just like my feet do. I have stomach cramps already the whole day and felt very dizzy this morning. That's why I decided to take a bath; hoping it would relax my muscles and ease the pain at least a bit."

Loki nuzzled the wet skin of your neck and pulled you even closer against him. "Apologies, Flower. I hate to see you in pain and struggling." Your husband's lips trailed a path of soft kisses from your shoulder up to the shell of your ear. You couldn't help but smile; feeling the butterflies within you running wild. Wild for this man.

"Can I do something for you, my queen? I wish to help." Your smile even widened. Loki was the best husband you could've wished for. "Especially since I am the one to blame for this..." You could practically hear the smirk and playfulness in his voice - and giggled. "Don't say this like we both didn't wish for it to happen." "Well... Point taken." A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, before he breathed another kiss on the side of your neck.

"Now, how can I help, Flower?"

"Hmm..." You thought; being already way too lost and addicted to his touch. You barely saw him today, after all... "Perhaps a massage later? But for now, just hold me, please. I enjoy your warmth and touch-" You felt a nudge against your abdominal wall and bladder, causing you to smile. "Just like the twins," you completed your sentence.

Loki hummed behind you; thumbs starting to trace a pattern in the naked skin on the underside of your bump. "As you wish, my darling."

After the bath, Loki wrapped you up in a big, fluffy, warm towel, and even carried you back towards your shared chambers.

"There we are..." He said; gently kicking the door shut with his foot. You just smiled with your head tucked in the crook of his neck; inhaling his scent. Loki set you down on your spacious marital bed and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips, before he quickly crossed the room in order to tend to the fireplace. The fire was still burning. Loki just had to make sure it was enough to keep you warm.

"Are you warm enough, my queen?" You nodded; giving him a loving, but definitely drowsy smile. "Currently, yes. Now come here, please..." Loki smiled, "In a moment, Flower." and winked, before he vanished in the bathroom, in order to fetch the best massage oils in the whole kingdom. You received them from a healer on Asgard.

Your husband took the comfortable chair, which stood a bit offsides and actually served as an extra seating possibility in front of the fireplace and sat down beside your side of the bed. His free hand inched closer to your body, while he threw you a smouldering look.

"May I unwrap you, Flower? I heard you are in need of my hands." Mischievous, naughty scamp, you thought with a giggle. "Please do, dear husband."

Loki helped you to free your upper body of its confines, but made sure that your legs and feet were still covered in furs and keeping you warm.

"Turn on your side for me, my love." You did what he said; presenting him your bare back. It was a bit of an awkward angle, but there was no other way than this for a massage. You couldn't turn on your stomach - for obvious reasons.

"There we go." Loki squeezed some oil on his big palm, made sure to coat his other palm as well and then started to gently massage your uptight muscles. "Mhhh..." You sighed as he worked on a particular tight knot. The king chuckled lowly. "Your reaction tells me that I must be doing something right. Does it feel good?" You giggled; nodding. "It always feels good when you touch me, my king. No matter the situation." "Thank the Norns then that I enjoy touching you very much. No matter the situation." You could practically hear the smirk on his lips. "Win win situation, sweetheart."

After Loki massaged your sore and aching back, you felt way better and relaxed - but your husband wasn't finished yet.

"Would my lovely wife turn on her back again? I think there are cramps who need to be eased as well..." You smiled; following his instructions once more.

The king's eyes travelled from your face down the length of your upper body; lingering on your bump for a moment longer, before his ruby eyes returned to meet your Y/E/C ones.

"You are stunningly beautiful, my queen. Absolutely radiant. Perfect, for me." You couldn't stop your cheeks from redding at his words. "Thank you." Loki leaned over to kiss you lovingly, then began to gently rub the oil in the skin of your belly as well.

You never thought that it would feel this good, but it did - and the babies seemed to enjoy it as well. You could sense it. "They pretty much enjoy the touch of their father," you giggled; looking at Loki. He smiled; nodding amusingly. "I can positively feel it, yes." You giggled again. "Now shush, my queen. Rest and just enjoy," he teased you a bit. "Yes, my king." You took a deep breath and closed your eyes; trying to be calm. You were kinda surprised that it worked that well.

In fact it probably worked too good...

"I'm relieved to see that this seems to help you." Loki got no response. "Flower? Love?" Frowning, he lifted his head - only to see that you slept in. The king smiled; placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and made sure to tuck you properly in.

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