#Jotun lemons

[mane--attraction]

Jotun Physiology Headcanon (with respect to one Loki Laufeyson)

A/N: I FORGOT I STARTED WRITING THIS. I created the draft on October 16, 2020 :,) I think the last time I edited it before this week was like 2022.

 A bit different than what's been on this blog so far, but I've had this concept for years and figured I'd put it out there in my own way. :)

MINORS DNI

Regardless of how “bestial” they are or not (the Asgardians are not exactly reliable narrators), the Jotuns are creatures of the cold; this much is clear. Therefore, one might assume that physical activities that generate too much heat would be less than ideal, especially ones that require skin-to-skin contact, even if they want to engage in it. So, for the continuation of their species, biology might have given them a further incentive: aphrodisiac sexual fluids. Ingesting it (both male and female fluids) is the most immediate way to gain any effects, although the chemicals that create the aphrodisiac portion can also be absorbed through the various membranes during sex (male-giving), although the results aren't as pronounced as swallowing the fluids.

So. Back to Loki. :)

Similar to how he is unable to cause frostbite and other Jotun things in his Asgardian illusion, the effects are less pronounced when Loki appears Asgardian. That isn’t to say it doesn’t work, because it definitely does, but not to the same extent as when he is visually a Frost Giant; in general, the effects double (at a minimum) in his true natural state. Asgardians are not affected much: they just get essentially a buzz, a little push; they may grow warm, a little extra arousal, but nothing major. Humans, being far removed from the conditions of the rest of the Nine Realms (magic and other various things that I have no knowledge of), are far more susceptible to its effects: even a fraction of fluid is enough to start something—a heat in the loins, quickening of the heart, an increased desire...and a full “dose”? Burning need, stronger than the most turned on a person has ever been, enough to take over their thoughts entirely, if it's allowed to get that far. And such an all-consuming desire can only be fulfilled in one way: engaging in sex with the one who caused this altered state. And, even then, it's a bit of a cyclical thing, because the more fluids enter the body, the longer the effects last...but if one does not fuck, then one will be incapacitated for at least a day or few, if not more, depending on how much has been consumed. And this is just the baseline from his Asgardian default; from his Jotun form, expect to become delirious with a need that nothing on Earth could even hope to instill in a person, enough to feel like one will go mad.

Side note: There is no such thing as "a little bit of cum" for male Frost Giants. Naturally, they're typically, well, giants, so it's proportional (mostly). This means that Loki produces an...excessive amount when compared to an Asgardian or a human, regardless of which form he takes. Not typically enough to overflow as an Asgardian, it's a bit more within believability then. As a Jotun, prepare to have him leaking down your thighs. Y'know, if your mind isn't leaking out of your head from wanting him so badly. :)

Did I write this whole thing just to excuse the fact that I wanted Loki to have aphrodisiac cum to write a couple particular scenes that may or may not ever be posted? Yes, yes I did.

[lokisrealpurpous]

hiii ‼️‼️ i was wondering if i could request these two prompts:

“your eyes are really pretty up close.” and “you’re not okay, you’re shaking. what can i do? please, let me help you.” for loki ?

you absolutely don’t have to do both and can just take ur pick from the two also :)

ty 🫶🫶 !!

all I need is you

loki x female!reader

warnings: none really, fluff, reader gets ill from being out in a snowstorm

description

(y/n) and her todler, "Aroura Lokisdottir" go to the shop during a snow storm to get dinner and some snacks for a Christmas movie marathon. When they come out, the car has broke from being out in the frostbitten weathers leaving the only choice but for the two to walk home. Aroura was lucky to have her fathers Jotun genes however (y/n) wasn't as fortunate.

prompts:

"your eyes are really pretty up close"

"you're not okay, you're shaking. what can I do? please let me help you."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Loki had been at the compound all day leaving you with your little girl at home. The harsh winds gushed outside and the scene from the window was as white as a canvas, the heating was failing you as you sat huddled in blankets, 3 hot water bottles by your sides. Your jaw ached from chattering and goosebumps painted your pale, frozen skin.

"mama what's for dinner?"

a soft voice broke through the room.

"and remember it's movie night!"

aroura squealed as she ran up to my side, frantic hands attempting to climb the sofa that loomed over her tiny frame. You grabbed her from under her arms and she crawled onto your lap, kissing your foread as she giggled childishly.

"mama you's cold!"

she grabbed more blankets of the floor and chucked them onto the chair, then started to scrunch her nose

"a...achoo!"

as she sneezed her small character pained blue, her crimson eyes glowing in the dark room. It wasn't long before this first happened. You and loki has figured that as the weather grew colder every cough and sneeze switched Aroura into her frostgiant form, you found it absoloutly adorable having a mini ice cube running around the house from time to time. Loki worried of it, but loved his little Jotun to pieces.

You sat slowly up on the chair and then walked over to your daughter, lifting her onto your shoulders and using your magic to wrap her in a hat, scarf, coat and gloves, as some for yourself, and grabbed the keys before leaving the house. Aroura clung onto your hair as she giggled on your shoulders before you lifted her into her baby seat in the car, strapping her in securely then walking to get in the front.

The car faulted as you twisted the keys, but you shrugged it of, driving across the icey roads to the shop a few streets down.

Once you got out you were quick to get Aroura back on your shoulders, she was getting tired as she rested her head against the top of yours, her small hands wrapped around your hair and neck gently. She picked out her favourite snacks and threw them in the basket, and chose pizza and star chips for her dinner, which was the best dinner for an evening like this. (y/n) brought some lemon sip for her aching throat and stuffed nose and then walked to the till, placing aroura on the bench next to the bagging area.

She was eager to grab all the items, begging you to let her scan the doritos, which you did in the end give in to, then she helped take the bags to the car, in the end needing you to take it as she dragged the items across the frost coated floors.

When you were both finally settled in the car you let out a sigh of relief, but as you turned the keys to hear a screeching, unpleasant sound from the engine your head fell onto the horn.

"Mama what are you doing!"

Aroura shouted over the loud beeping noise, her fathers attitude twisted in her voice. However grew worried as she watched her mother run her hands through her hair anxiously, muttering as she kicked and hit the car.

"Blasted weather!"

You groaned, opening the door and getting attacked once again by the deadly weather that penetrated you to your bones.

"Come on angel, we gotta walk home"

you say in a gentle however exhausted tone, holding onto your daughters small hand in one hand and 3 bags of shopping in the other.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You slammed the door behind you, your little girl clinging onto your arm. The freezing wind had taken its toll on your body, but you mustered a smile for your daughter's sake. As you entered the warmth of home, your legs trembled with exhaustion. You tried to hide your growing weakness, not wanting to worry your precious girl. She giggled and kicked off her snow-covered boots, completely oblivious to your struggle.

You watched as she ran off to play, her laughter filling the room with joy. However, as you started preparing dinner, you couldn't ignore the worsening fever and flu symptoms that were taking a toll on your body. Your head throbbed, and a chill ran through your weakened frame. You glanced at the clock, hoping that your husband Loki would arrive soon, wanting to hold him tight and snuggle up to him in the warmth of your bed. You continued chopping vegetables, pushing through the discomfort, it was just a bit of cold.

As you continued to prepare dinner, a throbbing headache began to intensify, adding to your already weakened state. Just as you were starting to feel overwhelmed, you heard the familiar jingle of keys and the creaking of the front door. Relief washed over you as Loki entered the house, bringing in a gust of cold air. The chill served as a reminder of the harsh winter outside, but it also brought a sense of comfort knowing he was home.

"Hey there, sweetheart!"

Loki called out, his voice filled with warmth and affection. Aroura, who had been waiting eagerly for her fathers return, rushed into the hallway, her arms wrapping around his legs as he chuckled deeply

Loki made his way to the kitchen, his eyes full of concern as he noticed the fatigue etched on your face. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, knowing how much comfort you seemed from his embrace.

"I'm here, love. How was your day?"

he asked, his voice gently as he rocked your frozen body side to side, gently kissing your neck as you hummed in his arms.

"m.. the car broke at the shop.. m. me and aroura had to walk home and... c..cold."

You took a moment to lean into his comforting presence, grateful for his understanding.

"It's been a long day lo."

you replied, feeling a sense of solace in his arms.

Together, you and Loki finished preparing dinner, the aroma of the meal filling the house. As you all gathered around the table to enjoy the delicious food, you couldn't help but notice Loki's caring gaze on you, he looked worried yet loving, just wanting to make sure you were okay, in his own sweet way.

But in the midst of his gaze, our daughter couldn't resist having some fun. She started playing with her food, making silly faces and creating a mess. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight, trying to balance Loki's watchful eye on me while also keeping an eye on our mischievous little one.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Aroura had gone of to her room to read as you and loki tidied, you went to go wash the cutlery until some playful hands stoped you in your tracks, resting on you tense shoulders.

"Go prepare the movies pumpkin, I'll clean up."

loki hummed as he wrapped your in his jumper, going of to begin cleaning.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The clock next to the bed wrote "22:20" and you rested your head against the tall stack of pillows behind you. Loki had just gone to put Aroura into her crib who had just fallen asleep during the 4th movie, throughout the hours your body grew weaker and colder, loki rubbing you thigh with every sniffle and shiver thay escaped your ill form.

After Aroura was huddled up in blankets loki came back into our room and lifted your cold body, resting you in between his legs and kissing you forehead, wiping you teary eyes as he began to braid a few strands of your hair. You looked up at his gentle eyes.

"you're eyes are so pretty up close"

he whispered as he gazed back at you. Loki has always admired your eyes, a beautiful rainbow of pastels.

He couldn't do much to help your shivering state, being a frost giant, however he piled you in blankets and hot water bottles and had made you a lemon sip which sat on the beside table, he stroked you hair as your bead rested against his chest, every shake his heart ached.

"my love are you truly well"

he asked knowing the answer

you simply hummed in response, till shaking in his strong arms.

"you're not okay, you're shaking. what can I do? please let me help you."

he practically begged as he drowned you in affection and kisses.

"all I need is you"

you whispered, turning as you wrapped your arms around his waist, a hand on his chest beside you head, tangled around your lovers form.

"you'll always have me my darling.."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Loki Episode 2 Coherent Thoughts

Spoilers for Loki, plus some bonus spoilers for Thor: Love and Thunder.

"Is your mom coming to pick you up?"

Broke: (but also kind of woke) Sylvie is reciprocating a vague, distant sort of care for this kid, in response to his asking if she's okay.

Woke: Sylvie has driven this boy home before and is asking with the intent of giving him a ride if he needs one.

Bespoke: Sylvie has a thing for his mom, and is asking because she wants to flirt with her later.

Hey remember when Tumblr got all collectively horny for Jotun!Loki during What If? Umm, yeah I get it, I see it, but I'm having repeat symptoms with this episode. I am ACE, and a sexually repulsed one at that, but y'all, I actually had to tone back some of my more obsessive reactions, because I usually insist that while I've imprinted pretty heavily on Loki I'm not romantically or sexually attracted to them, but oh shit, we may have found the exception this week. Just the suit (the ruffles), all the magic, the MULTIPLE times he stalks menacingly toward Wolfe, the big dopey grin he gives Mobius in the automat??? Fuck, guys.

Loki smiling about something Mobius does oh my god: first the little smile at the door when Mo tells that dumb joke. And then that full-face grin he gives when Mobius gives him his blessing to turn on the full god of mischief on that fucker!

Head empty, no thoughts, just "Do you remember that time I was so angry at my father and brother that I went down to Earth and I held the whole of New York City hostage with an alien army?" Because Mobius knows his entire life backwards and forwards, so he just goes "You know" and then casually slips in part of the underlying reason why he did it??? (He conveniently forgets the part where he was TORTURED FOR A YEAR FIRST, but whatever.) And Mobius's little laugh while he speaks like he knows this is ridiculous and not at all the same thing (and I think Loki does, too, and he's doing it on purpose) but he knows what Loki's trying to do so he lets him get away with it.

Was the last time Loki slept when he took that nap back in episode like two (season one) when he and Mobius were researching? Please someone put him in a BED. (For REST first, please!)

Unrelated to the episode, but Mobius has to know about Thor's back tattoo in Love & Thunder, right? I mean, he must. It's Loki's life adjacent, technically. I know the stakes are high right now, but I desperately want him to share this little tidbit of information with Loki because I think the sour-lemon look on his face would be priceless and we all deserve to witness it.

[xeansicemane]

I wasn't surprised she knew where I lived topside. It was part of the game, they pretend they don't know my DMV name and I don't bury their houses in six feet of ice in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner. Capes on (not that capes had been the thing since the 90s) and we duke it out, if it's glasses and 9 to 5 business casual we play it cool.

But Tecumseh a.k.a. Rebecca Smith had shown up at my door, half drained bottle of Stoli in one hand, and fallen into my apartment passed out before she even hit the wood.

And I was on season 3 of The Expanse, I like that one.

A blandly handsome Holden was still paused on my TV as I laid her out on the couch and paced into the cramped kitchen, starting some water boiling and selecting one of my more medicinal teas.

The bruises were odd, if the files we kept were right she was a stock standard unstoppable force - you could put her through a bank vault and she'd be trying to tear you in half as soon as she was on her feet. I'd done it last week, even.

"uuuuuuuuuuuhh" a wet, way-too-drunk moan that told me she was not on her first bottle of the night.

"If you're going to puke tell me now, I've got a few pots I don't like"

"uuugh" this one petered out into a cut off heave "n-no I'm... I'm good"

"Tec, you showed up drunk with half your dance clothes on to /my place/. That isn't good"

"wait, no... Wait" she blearily sat up on her third try and looked at me with that unfocused version of an inquisitive glare than only ethanol affords a person "Jotun, what the fuck are you doing here?" The f was drawn out.

"Well this is my apartment" I removed a few quips and one liners before I spoke, I wanted to take it easy on her. The water boiled and I poured it over some chamomile and lemon concoction I keep around for 'wellness'.

"Fuuuuck. Sorry I... I gotta go"

"Nah-ah. You, little superheroine, are nine sheets to the wind. I'm surprised you didn't pancake a car on the way here" I fitted the tea cozy over my tea pot. "We both know the score. No conference hall of finance bankers or whatever, no oil execs for you to save. We're off the clock"

She nodded with the emphasis of the fuck-my-proprioception drunk and flopped back down. "Yeah oh-" another heave "okay"

"So, who finally managed to bruise the famous march to justice?" Their branding was crap, but when you were on a government budget you got what you got.

"Riptide" she mumbled

"What, the water guy? He hit you with a cargo ship or som-" Hey, wait a minute. Riptide was one of theirs. Pretty decent hydrokinetic, more about the whole sense of unity with the sea than most of the talking to fish folks. "thing?" I managed to end the word without too much of a pause.

"Coast Guard cruiser. Asshole went rogue"

Well well well, the outreach office back home would love to hear that one. "Rogue, eh?" I busied myself with getting some honey in a pair of tea cups, if I was going to inflict wellness on a guest it's only fair I suffer with them.

"He wouldn't fucking..." Heave "fucking /listen/"

"What about?"

"He kept going on about how we were protecting and dying for the people poisoning his ocean, fucking with the thermal profile or some shit. Kept talking about how Europe is made of plastic"

"In point of fact he was likely talking about the Europe sized area of the ocean that is covered in microplastics"

"Fuckin whatever. Dude lost it and I was told to bring him in before he started doing some ecoterrorism"

"sounds like you should have let him cool his jets"

"Fuck your cool his jets dude can like... Drown a city if he wanted" she sat up, two tries this time, managing a real glare. "He can't just... We can't just be mad and blow off steam we gotta... Gotta be watched"

I nodded, pouring the tea into the cups and stirring a little to break up the honey. I paced back to the living space and set both mugs down, sitting on the crappy recliner I keep. "So he hit you with a coast guard cruiser and that's why you got drunk enough to come to your arch-nemesis' lair on their night off"

"Oh fuck you" she grabbed my 'don't speak to me until I have eaten this mug' mug and drank, grimacing "ugh. Fuck is this, chamomile?"

"Yeap. You look like you need wellness" I drank from the other mug, something I had lifted from a diner.

"Fuck" she said, taking another sip. "He... Wasn't making sense. I mean he was but he wasn't."

"Mmm?" I responded, prompting her on

"He's right, yeah, we protect some shitty people. Trust fund babies and oil tycoons and folks who don't pay their wearhouse employees enough. Boo hoo, it's the job"

"Sounds to me like he was having a hard time reconciling his powers and what he was using them for"

"Well we can't just fuckin stop drilling for oil. People have to drive. Refinery workers gotta eat"

I nodded, sipping at the tea again. "Let me guess, the eastern shore job last month?" I'd hit a number of fracking sites, enough material damage to require all the rigs to be replaced with almost no spilled waste, the crews only suffered some frostbite and a couple of broken bones where it was called for. I was proud of it, honestly.

"Yeah! He kept saying... Saying that if you all can just do that, just stop the poison or whatever, why couldn't he?"

"Tec, you guys are bound by the rule of law. You gotta know the law isn't always what's right. What needs to be done."

She jabbed a finger at me "Oh don't you fucking start the sales pitch, everything I do is legal and voted on and legal"

I held up a palm "Hey, no sales here. I get it. You want to know that what you're doing is okay, and if everyone says it's okay, it's okay"

She nodded "I'm not a third grader but yeah"

"If it makes you feel better, we haven't talked to Riptide yet. It's possible he just needs to think things out"

"And it's possible he's making his way to you all right now"

I smiled a little "His costume could use a little slink, he's really not showing off enough"

She threw her mug at my head, I managed to encase it in ice and redirect the force into my floor. And by the sound of it the floor of the unit below me.

I sighed, pulled out my phone and started texting for a cab

"Sorry. I shouldn't have done that" she mumbled

"No, you shouldn't have. But you're drunk, you're mad, and I know you all have a budget for property damage. I'll have an itemized bill to you" I tucked my phone away and drank off the last of my tea. "But, if I'm lucky the mug is okay."

"Tec, you all are in a stressful job, and just like us you make compromises now and then. Riptide just couldn't take the compromises that working inside the system needed. Now, there's a cab on the way to take you home. Dry out."

She nodded and stood, walking to the windows on the front face of the building and pulling one open. "I am sorry, that wasn't... Wasn't okay"

"I know you're sorry, Tec. Put a little work in and I might forgive you. And for gods' sakes take some boxing classes or something. You're not protecting your left side at all."

She grunted, nodded, and stepped out the window. I stood, walked over to it and closed it, watching her brush herself off. I emailed the landlord about a "freak accident" that I would pay for, and left a text with Mrs. Jenkins downstairs that I would make her some ice cream to apologize for the damage.

As a Villain, one night, someone knocks on your door, you open it and there she is, the most famous invulnerable heroine of the city, completely drunk and with many bruises, as soon as you realize who she is, she passes out into you arms.

[tarithenurse]

On my mind , in my soul - 16

Prompt:  “Love your work, On my mind in your soul!!! Prompts: A collar, a chair, and “Movement” by Hozier. Hope this works for you ♥️” That’s the words of a wonderful Anon whom I’ve decided will be the instigator to…well…you’ll see ;) Pairing: Loki x Burglar!reader. Content: Swearing as usual, loneliness, isolation, tiny bit of angst, jealousy, possessiveness, Jotun, lemons with “leashes”, some fluff ? A/N: All I wanna say is...it’s not my fault. Anon made me do it. Please reblog if you liked! You know the drill by now.

Of halves and wholes

You move silently, body tight and breath shallow as you navigate the halls of the Stark Tower on your own. Dressed in your own training gear (which Romanoff had picked up at your place – without being asked to or told the address) the plan is to locate the gym because sitting cooped up is starting to drive you crazy. It’s been ages since Loki left with most of the Avengers. More than a week at least! After a heartbeat to count, you correct the estimation: three. Days. Shit.

This is worse than expected. The tower isn’t your home, and not even a thirsting curiosity can distract you from the discomfort of being somewhere that takes your freedom and control away. Not to mention the people. Despite some shady backgrounds here and there, the Avengers stand for law and order and although they don’t put the letter of the law before the spirit of it…well, shared interests aren’t exactly plenty.

It’s more of a feeling than anything else that makes you duck into a spin where your water bottle is launched through the air. But instinct or not, the container nearly finds a target below the belt of the only one of the heroes you can talk to: Barton.

“Close call,” he mutters, but there’s a smile on his lips, “guess ye’re not much safer to sneak up on.”

You push to your feet, a bit frazzled. “At least I’m not carrying weapons all the time.” Yeah, I’m not gonna feel guilty about this.

“Anythin’ can be a weapon.”

Barton lops the bottle back in a gentle arch, probably confident that you don’t stand a chance at beating him. Which you don’t. But still.

“That sounded like the Russian duo.”

The smile breaks with a snort of laughter. “Only one’s Russian. Sorta. But yeah, I see yer point.” He walks on the way you’d been headed. “So, let’s see what else yer capable of other than tamin’ an Asgardian and throwin’ bottles at nice guys’ private parts.”

It’s all junk.

Silently appreciating that you’ve got a guide now, you follow the archer down a few levels and into the private and (according to Stark) little gym.

Little my ass. Filled with the best equipment money can buy, the place is bigger than any training center has a right to be and sports several pit-like areas which probably are meant for sparring. Of course there are also an actual boxing ring, several machines where the pins in the weight still are at uncannily high numbers…not to mention an actual stack of sandbags by the wall. Bikes, treadmills, you could go on and eventually not even know what to call the different options for physical exercise displayed before you. At least the smell’s like it should be. Musty leather, dry sweat, and sanitizer. Your nose wrinkle at the familiarity, and a bit of the alienation you’d felt seeps away into the floor, leaving you calmer than you’d been for…since I got here.

“Alrighty, what ye know already?” Barton has found sports tape and wraps while you were ogling and is now waiting for you to hold out a hand.

You gingerly extend your left. “In terms of…what?”

“Self-defence. Martial arts.” He’s obviously done this before because his fingers move nimbly and without hesitation.

What do I know? Sure, you’d taken a few classes and generally kept in shape enough to impress any common thug or rich client getting handsy. Then there was the stuff you’d tried to teach yourself like when Loki was…the memory makes you sigh quietly at the realization that that isn’t so long ago even though it feels like a lifetime. Things could have been so different now if you’d made other choices. Would your life have remained what it once was? Would it have been smarter if you’d run away…or simpler if you’d given in to the demands of the Asgardian? He would never have opened up to you, bared his soul the way he had done when he explained why the Avengers forgave him…

“Hey?” Barton’s voice breaks through the storm of thoughts. “Where y’at?”

Both your hands are wrapped comfortably. “Sorry,” you mumble, “uhm…no experience worth mentioning.”

“Cool. Blank slate.”

You follow him into the nearest pit, finding that the floor is slightly padded. “Tabula rasa.”

“…s’that like Hakuna Matata?”

…   Loki’s PoV   …

What use is a wizard if he will not even ensure the quickest travel? Finally out of the dreadful confines of the jet, Loki can feel his body thrumming with impatience. The Jotun part of him is itching to break free from the restraints of the illusion and to be only with people he trusts unconditionally. And no, Thor - who is hollering after the raven-haired brother - does not exactly fit that bill.

Long strides bring him to the door that leads to what can be considered Loki’s quarters when he has to stay at the Tower. The god prefers his own home, but even he is a slave to practicality sometimes. And this time? A part somewhere in his chest does not disagree quite as much with returning to this place.

Without knocking, he barges in and is met with nothing.

A second stretches like elastic as Loki takes in the surroundings, finding no signs of foul play. The closet is ajar, a pair of jeans slung across the back of a chair next to it which has [Y/N] shoes tugged beneath. The wardrobe itself is near empty because neither resident had brought a lot with them.

This time the steps are rushed and nothing but pure self-restraint keeps the god from breaking into a running pace. Self-respect. Dignity. Loki tempers the roiling desperation, not wanting to let anyone else know exactly how great the urge to hold his mortal in his arms really is. But where is she? Stopping, he realizes that he simply has stormed off in any random direction which is a perfect example on how not to search for anyone.

“Jarvis!” the god snaps, for once appreciating Starks love for the disembodied servant.

...

I still watch you when you're groovin' As if through water from the bottom of a pool You're movin' without movin'

The Asgardian supposes he should be thankful for the facts that [Y/N] is learning to defend herself properly and for the fact that it is Barton teaching her rather than any of the others. The two men do not have a friendship, far from, but the archer had been the first to accept that Loki’s actions on Midgard had not been entirely of his own volition. And so a sort of unspoken understanding keeps them on common ground. Still, looking at the way the two sweaty bodies collide and wrestle for dominance awakens a jealousy within Loki.

Why do I stay in the shadow? It would be simple, stepping forward and claiming the woman he has come to consider his. [Y/N] would be furious if I treated her as a possession…and the god stays in the shadows to watch. And what a sight it is.

With careful perfection, she copies the trainer’s movements. Already, her motions are fluid and lithe, a show of confidence that empowers the once-upon-burglar more than Loki thought would still be possible, and he could swear on the Norns that no other sight is as captivating. Sleek muscles dance under glistening skin of back, arms, and shoulders with each strike or block. Strong thighs (that have been wrapped around his waist as pleasure wrecks the perfect body) powers each step as [Y/N] drives forward in a tantalizing onslaught. Full of potency and with satisfaction showing on the curved lips. My warrior.

A change in movement, bodies too close for Loki’s liking as the archer wraps the woman in his arm before spinning her away. Only as Barton backs out of the sparring match, does the Asgardian realize that he has marched to the pit. He can feel the jealousy spread like ice over his skin but can hardly find it in himself to stall the transformation…and either way: the bowman is leaving already.

“Loki?” The female voices reaches him through a fog of rage. “What’s up?”

She is so soft in his clawed hands, so pliable as lips meet with a force that clicks their teeth together. “Mine,” Loki mumbles in between the hungry kisses.

“Mm!” He does not allow her to break away fully. “M’not…a thin’…oh…you own!” Even so, she is returning each demanding action with a vigour.

“Still…mine…” [Y/N]’s skin is scalding on his lips as he trails the elegant jawline before latching onto the tender spot below the ear. “My pet.”

Nails scrape against his scalp, sending shivers down Loki’s spine. “No pet…” she whimpers, arching into him in response to the hands stroking her body, “got no collar.”

Finally pulling back, the god is met with a lust-blown gaze. Mouth half-open and chest rising and falling rapidly, she looks so prettily ruined. “Oh, but my dear…you do have a collar.”

And as he speaks, it appears in a shimmer of sparks: thick, green velvet edged with gold and no buckle or joint anywhere for [Y/N]’s probing fingers to find. He sees the challenge rise in her eyes, but simply decides to scoop her up onto a shoulder and carry her away.

… Reader’s PoV   …

Without anything sharp, there’s no way you can get the new accessory off and slung over the Jotun’s shoulder (Must be his “thing”) you really can’t do anything about anything. Instead you wait patiently. Almost patiently. With each step, Loki brings you closer to his room. With each step, he tells you all the dirty things you’ve been longing for while he was gone, making you squirm to prolong the contact as he massages your ass and legs, ghosting close to your clothed pussy when the nimble fingers explore the inside of the thighs.

But when the door finally does close, he doesn’t drop you on the bed, but perches you on a hard chair and before you know it, your ankles are tied to its metal legs and you wrists connected behind its back.

His face is so close you can recognize a turquoise shade in the sea of red. “I might not own you, love, but you’re still mine to do with as I please.” A large hand wraps loosely around your neck, thumb stroking the collar. “If you’re a good pet, I’ll reward you.”

I’ll show you “pet”. Like a dog wanting to lick its owner’s face, you try to rush forward but are stopped by resistance from the neckband. What the –? His smirk chases away the confusion – the bastard has tied the collar to chair too. You can’t move more than a few inches, leaving you completely at his mercy. There’s no doubt in your mind that he would set you free if you truly wanted him too…but you don’t.

When you move Honey, I'm put in awe of somethin' so flawed and free

Instead, you watch as he straightens before you, deliberately slow as he peels off one layer of clothes after the other before he stands naked.

“God,” you moan, following the ridged lines across his shape with your eyes.

His hand drops to stroke his growing cock lazily. “Correct. Your god, am I not?”

A nod is enough. And one more when he’s kind enough to ask if you want to taste him. Stretching as far as you can, you meet him with your mouth, tongue guiding him closer until you sit relatively comfortable again.

It’s messy at first, almost every lick and nibble along the shaft makes his erection bob up and down as if it too is nodding, but when Loki grabs the base the balance in power shifts slightly in your favour. Groans and subtle rolls with the narrow hips as your lips draw his cock in inch by inch until you nearly gag on it. Sure, size isn’t all and the dimensions of the Jotun erection can seem intimidating if it wasn’t for your intimate knowledge of how talented Loki is with it. Right now, however, you’re spellbound by the sinful sounds and twitches as you trace the ridges with your tongue and suck greedily to create a slobby vacuum.

“Such a…good pet…” His breath is ragged and thighs trembling as he dig the clawed hands into your hair for stabilization.

It’s hard to smile with a face full of cock and your jaws ache at the strain. “Mmmmm-mmm?” you hum before circling the crown with your tongue to lap up the salty taste of precum.

With a pop, he pulls out, stumbling back a step to take in the view of you there, drool dripping to your chin and a devilish grin because you may be tied up but aren’t powerless. Innocently, you bash your lashes up at him, making a deal out of admiring the athletic form. Damn, so fuckable. Your clit throbs with each heartbeat and you try to shift on the seat to soothe the need for some release.

Red eyes lock on the movement, glimmering with decisiveness. “Yes,” he whispers more to himself, “and good pets are rewarded.”

Falling to his knees between your legs, the cold of his body soothing on the hot skin, he kisses and licks the worst of the saliva from your face before tracing a path to the neckline of your top. Even through the layers of fabric, Loki can see the puckered nipples to bite them just hard enough for the sting to make you moan with want and distract you from the appearance of a blade. Rrrrrrrrp, and the front of your clothes splits to reveal your breasts and stomach. You would’ve scolded him if he hadn’t been so talented with his tongue and lips, making you arch your back and tilt your hips harder into the hand he’s holding onto you with.

When the god reaches the top of your shorts, there’s no denying the dangerous cold of the blade as it slips between skin and elastic fabric, but this time, you couldn’t care less that more clothes is ruined as long as it grants him access. Scraps fall to the floor, hand reach under your ass to lift and tilt your pelvis a bit and then…gooooods!

…   Loki’s PoV   …

Move me, baby Shake like the bough of a willow tree

Such sweet sounds with each stroke of his tongue, a danced melange of broad, slow, piercing, and fast until her lust is dripping onto the seat. [Y/N] has fallen back and her entire body is undulating with power that is building up within, like water behind a dam waiting to be released. Fine.

Never stopping the delirious torture, Loki only needs a thought to undo the bonds - although the collar stays (he likes the symbolism of it). And before she understands what is happening, he lifts her to the bed. Only then, as he lays down on his back, does his mouth leave her folds so he can see her captured in his grip above him. Perfect. Eyelids flutter and breasts rise and fall rapidly against the tension of being on the verge for so long, already the woman is reaching for some way to find release. Mine.

The Jotun physique is domineering and raw in its need, but Loki manages to move agonizingly slow as he lowers her onto his cock and then setting a snail-like pace for the next dozen thrusts until she whimpers in frustration.

“Pleeaase!” The mortal’s gaze is clouded with lust and desperation.

How can he deny her? Rutting upwards, the speed and depth of each stroke are increased, and the much smaller hands hold on with all they can to his much bigger wrists. Pretty cries fall from her lips, growing louder as a warning, together with the tightness of her cunt, of the impending ecstasy. There! All of [Y/N] seizes and shudders with bliss. Back arched, breasts pushed upwards, and the sight is beyond anything the god could ever want.

Rolling clenches of her core pushes him over the edge with such a force that everything disappears in a darkness where the only reality is the blurry shape of the woman. Her heat and his cold mingles, and Loki knows he must have cried out her name, but it is not until he comes to his senses with the mortal in his arms that he realizes it. Never another.

“Mine,” he whispers into her hair.

The god can feel her smile against his chest. “Yours.”

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

BOO! My ask for kinktober:

Character: Jotun Loki from the Mcu

AU: *covers eyes so I can't see you judge me* Tentacles...??

Prompt: 10, 40, 48

I LOVE YOUR STUFF!!!

A/N: No shame this month. I said let's get weird, so let's get weird. Also, slight change to one of the prompts, hope that's okay.

Prompt: “Cum all over my face” + “I wanna fuck you right up against the window.” + “I’m in heat./ I’m horny. ”

Warning: Pure flith, this is dirty, sweaty fucking with tentacles. You guys read the prompt. Also, oral sex (female receiving).

There were days when Loki just could not be articulate. Most of the time this state came with the assistance of alcohol. It was it's own entertainment to see the usually eloquent prince brought down to the level of a three-year-old as he tried to get everyone in on a song. But then there were those other days when his body reverted back to its most base instincts leaving the need for flowery language at the door. Either way, you were left with the same result; a wild night that left you blissed, sweating and desperate to just stay in bed.

You knew you were in for it when Loki knocked on your door. His body was tight with tension, his brow already forming sweat he looked down at you with hungry red eyes.

He didn't even give you a warning before he scooped you up into his arms and pulled you into a desperate kiss. You clung to him, instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso. He at least had the foresight to shrink himself down. Nine feet was much more manageable than twelve.

You could feel the heat of his bare skin against your legs. His massive hands supported you, but were still light in their touch even as his lips consumed you. He took in your skin and air, scattering his kisses across your face before settling into the crook of your neck.

"Loki..."

"I'm horny," he was his only explanation. "If you want me to stop, tell me now."

You tightened your fingers into the base of his neck, keeping him exactly where you wanted him. "Don't you dare."

You felt him smile against your skin. "Good, I've been wanting to fuck you against the window all night."

Your laugh was muffled by his mouth as he kissed you. In barely two strides, your back pressed hard against cool glass. You let out a small hiss of pleasure at the contrast between it and your lover.

You broke away just enough to start pulling your night shirt.

Loki took the hint, kneeling as he allowed both your feet to land on solid ground.

In a moment both your night shirt, bra and panties were thrown across the room and Loki's hot mouth was sucking breast. He nipped and moaned against your skin as his hand grabbed the places his tongue and teeth weren't.

You could feel the wetness begin to leak between your legs as the ache grew stronger.

"Take off your pants," you groaned. "I want you inside me."

"Soon," he panted. "Need to get you ready."

And with that, he hulled your legs over his shoulders and stood.

His lips were around your clit before you knew which way was down and by the time you did, you didn't care.

You grabbed at Loki's hair and back, needing something to cling to as he ate you like a man possessed.

There was no technique but thick enthusiastic tongue made up for it. He growled against you, the vibrations leaving you quaking.

He barely seemed to notice the way you thrashed and moaned on top of him.

Even shrunk down, he was still strong. You might as well be a bushel of grapes dangling over his head, using his tongue to pull each one into his mouth.

It was too much. Your vision was going hazy as your dug your fingers further into his hair.

"Loki, I'm..."

"Cum all over my face," he growled.

It didn't take much after that. One deep suck of your clit and you were falling over the edge. Loki's large hands and impossible shoulders were the only thing keeping your up right.

Loki held you against him, kissing your pussy and thighs as you came down from your high.

Vaguely, you felt yourself moving. The cold hard glass was replaced with warm soft blankets.

Loki's head was no longer between you legs, but resting on your stomach.

He looked up at you with a hungry grin. His lips and chin were shinning with your slick and his red eyes filled with nothing but trouble. This man was going to kill you.

"Don't tell me you're done already."

It was a challenge, one you were glad to meet.

You took his face and pulled him up your body, kissing him hard. He tasted like sex. Fuck, he smelled like it. Just the touch of his lips was enough to leave you aching all over again.

"I said, I wanted you inside me," you growled.

Loki grinned, pulling away from you body to finally do as you asked.

You sat up on your elbows. No matter how many times you saw it, you were compelled to watch it unfold.

He was already starting to poke out of the slit between his legs. The head already beading with cum.

You watched as his slid his hand down, coaxing the slit to widen further and further.

You wet your lips. Unlike human men, Loki's cock wasn't a harden stick connected to a pair of balls. His cock was a pulsing tentacle, thick and malleable. There was a reason Loki had to get your ready. Surrounding it was a mass thinner appendages, each moving as if of its own free will, but all in search of one thing.

Loki looked down at your, his eyes darkening as he crawled back up the bed.

The moment the first feeler brushed your skin, it was over.

Moving in sudden sync, the feelers grabbed at your thighs, pulling your closer. They wrapped around you, forcing your legs open and keeping your body down. You couldn't move and Loki's hands hadn't even touched you.

His cock slide over your entrance, flicking your clit as skillfully as his tongue had.

You laid you head back, letting out a pitiable moan at the sensation.

"Tell me," Loki said in a rasp. "Tell me what..."

You rolled your head, finally looking.

All you could see was him. The only break in the endless blue of his skin was the lust in his red eyes. The feelers tightened around your skin. His cock pressed against your entrance waiting to tear you in half. He could take you now and there would be nothing you could do about it. Still he waited, his mind barely even to form words with the promise of you.

"I want you to fuck me," you whispered, you tone smooth and confident. "And I want you to keep fucking me until one of us taps out or passes out. Can you do that?"

Loki's chest rumbled with a feral growl. His hips surged forward, his cock splitting you open in one hard thrust.

You let out a cry, uncaring of who might hear as your body succumbed to the pleasure.

Loki wasn't exactly articulate when it came to moments like this. Luckily for both of you, there comes a point when words are no longer needed.

[lokispettigerr]

Swimming Amongst the Stars: Jotun!Loki x Reader (NSFW) SMUT

Summary: While vacationing at a mountain cabin, reader traverses the mountainside. Against warnings from a neighbor, she goes where danger is sure to ensue and sparks fly until they melt away a heart shrouded in ice. 

Warnings: Depression mention. Way too many kinks that even I do not understand. The characters wanted them there. BEWARE!

Word Count: 3362

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A/N: I almost didn’t release this fic after asking you all about Patreon; all I wanted was a response not any pledge of a first born child or anything. I literally got one response. I feel used and completely obsolete- that people only care about me when I give them fictions. Who knew being a tumblr Dragon was oh so lonely. Yet, here I am, depressed as ever. At least I have my writing. 

“You need a break,” they said. “It’ll be fun,” they said-- Relax.

How can I possibly relax? I’m staying in a 200-year-old mountain cottage without any modern insulation in the dead of winter. 

There wasn’t even a word to describe how I felt. In short, I was miserable-- a lightweight and someone who is far more cold-natured than not. I needed heat to thrive, where others may die of heatstroke, I reveled in it. 

The phone rang shrilly and I fished it out of my pocket, my cold fingers moving clumsily. The caller ID read, “Kendra.” 

“Hey, sis.”

“Still alive I see,” Kendra said, our connection distorting her voice. 

“Barely, I’m beginning to think I might lose a few fingers.”

“That would be a disappointment,” she laughed. 

“Mom and Dad wouldn’t see it that way.”

“Sh, you. Speaking of Dad, he thought you might enjoy a trek up the mountain.”

“Kendra, you can’t be serious! It’s covered in snow and wild animals.” 

“Well, he thought the mountain air might do you some good.” 

“Spoken like someone who wants to get rid of the family low-life,” I teased. 

I knew my Dad, Kendra, and my Mom were just trying to help-- looking out for me as it was. I was depressed and not only had it taken a toll on me, but it had also taken a toll on my family. They watched me suffer and I watched them suffer for it. 

I wanted to come to the mountain cottage if nothing more than to give them a break and escape from the worried looks and concerned whispers. 

Dad was right; I needed to do something and maybe hiking up the mountain would make me feel better. 

I resolved tomorrow would be the day I would hike my way up the mountain-- depression be damned. 

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Early that evening, before the sun went down, I ventured out to the covered shed. 

The snow was falling lazily in fat flakes that clung to my hair. I was mesmerized by the crunch of the snow beneath my boots when a voice sounded out.

“Need some help?”

I looked up and was met by a friendly and familiar face.

“Hey, Mr. Bill! Naw, I am just taking some logs in to feed the fire.”

“You look well. Just let me know if you need anything.” He paused, looking down at his boots, “Nancy was wondering if you wanted to join us for dinner tomorrow.”

“Really, I’m fine.” I knew my Dad had likely called Mr. Bill to tell him to keep an eye on me, like I was some invalid unfit for basic survival and make no mistake, I was, but I didn’t want my family or Mr. Bill to know that. 

Squinting, I looked up at the sky, “I would, Mr. Bill, but I was planning on hiking up the mountain.”

“Then Thursday night,” he persisted.

“Yeah, okay... That sounds nice. I’ll see you in two days.”

“If not before! Don’t be a stranger.” Mr. Bill turned to walk back towards his home but stopped in his tracks. 

“Oh and uh.” Mr. Bill removed his cap to scratch at his bald head underneath, “Just be careful out there. There has been talk that a bear is up on the mountain causing chaos and mischief.”

“I’ll be careful. I always am.”

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I had awoken early. I wanted to hike with as much daylight as I could so as not to get lost or encounter any angry, furry foes.  

Before heading out I decided to warm up in front of the fire, holding my hands towards the growing flames-- it was the warmest I would be for several hours. 

I had made sure to put enough logs on the fire to keep it burning until my return. 

I opened the door and was met with a brutally cold blast of wind. Slinging my pack over my shoulder, I stepped outside. 

The snow was mushy underneath my boots and I sank slightly with each step. 

My fingers closed around the straps on my pack, snuggly and I walked away from the solace and cozy warmth of the cottage into the alien world beyond. 

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The sun had begun its creeping cadence of descent across the sky and I knew it was best if I turned back and started my own descent back down the mountain. 

It had been an eventful hike. I’d witnessed twin does frolicking and other  manner of peaceful wildlife thriving in the cold. 

I arrived at the edge of a snowy cliff, taking in the view all around me. While the frigid air cut to the bone, the sight before me warmed my heart. 

A beautiful frozen stream lay below-- it was as smooth as glass and shined bright like a tumbled crystal. 

I sat on a nearby rock that jutted out from the snow and slung my pack around. I had packed a heated thermos just for this occasion.

My numb, gloved fingers closed clumsily around the lid and I unscrewed it. The liquid steamed with the air as I poured it into the top and gripped it tightly. 

A shadow fell upon me and I glanced up to find a bird of prey drifting in a lazy circle. 

I lowered my gaze, bringing the steaming tea to my lips and took a long sip.

Everything seemed so serene until it wasn’t. 

In my periphery, a shadow moved and a sentience crossed my own. 

However the energy I now felt was unmistakably lethal. 

Mr. Bill’s warning of the ferocious, chaos-rampaging bear came into my thoughts. 

On my way here, I had seen no signs of such a creature, yet I had found myself repeatedly shaking the unnerving feeling that I was being watched. 

The next seconds would be vital. I needed to know where the foe was to quickly plan my escape. 

I scanned the close outcropping and trees that were my surroundings hoping to catch a glimpse of the menacing bear. 

A white bear pelt was before me, almost invisible in the swirling drifts of snow. 

I squinted, hoping to get a better look at the bear Mr. Bill had warned me about-- instead, I saw a man. 

He was the most captivatingly beautiful creature I had ever seen yet his otherworldliness was a warning and a shock to my system. 

I felt as frozen as the river below me-- mesmerized by the man’s hypnotic, blood-red gaze. 

Fear enveloped me in an instant as I took in his midnight blue skin covered with what appeared to be intricate tattoos. 

What was most shocking, more than his tattooed skin or his red eyes, was his state of near undress. 

The man’s chest was bare and the setting sunlight glinted on his sculpted skin like fire reflecting off of a piece of volcanic glass. 

A white pelt covered his back, which was why I mistakenly thought at first glance he was a wild animal-- and I remained not entirely convinced he was not. The pelt was held together in the front with flashy, golden medallions inscribed with ancient and ethereal symbols. His legs were covered with the same white pelt as his cloak.

I slowly backed away. The heel of my boot thudded against my pack causing it to jostle. I knelt, stretching out my hand to grab at the strap, my fingers flailing frantically in the air. 

The man stepped towards me-- his red eyes burned like two ferocious blood moons in his skull. 

The pack would have to wait. 

I turned, dashing away, a prey animal desperately clinging to the hope of life away from the deadly predator. 

My hair fanned out behind me as if the wind was raking its fingers through it-- trying to pull me back to my destiny. I ran as fast as I was able, my arms pumping back and forth, my breath puffing out in a heavy mist-- a ghost leaving my body. 

With a backward glance, I checked to see if the man was in pursuit.

While my head was turned to analyze the situation, I tripped. My toes stubbed hard into a rock. I went down, bracing for the impact. 

The snow did not soften the blow from the jutting stone slab. A splitting pain ignited my skull. My eyelids fluttered as I tried to remain conscious.

Before everything went black, the beautiful monster’s face loomed before me-- swimming amongst the stars and in truth, it looked like he belonged there. 

Yet, he was arguably more captivating than any constellation. 

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I drifted, slow as the snow, through wake and sleep. 

I felt as if I was floating or dangling between to dangerous precipes. I would see the man before me, his eyes cutting through the darkness that enveloped us like the cool touch of the dead.   

His bare chest was against me, solid as a wall, feeling both like frigid ice and an erotic, white-hot, soul-searing heat that radiated from within-- two extremes that felt unholy together.

As he carried me further into the dark and through the flurries of falling snow, I was gently rocked back to sleep. 

I woke to the sensation of heat on my face. 

For once on this god-forsaken mountain, I was warm. I wanted to drift back to sleep but my head throbbed painfully, bringing back the memories of what had happened. 

Images flew through my head unwarranted, my cheek against a man’s chest, a white pelt that glowed as bright as the moon tickling my skin, a rhythmic swaying that felt like a safe place to rest. 

I stirred, blinking to clear my double-vision. 

Before me, two red eyes, blood moons engulfed in flames, glowed. I had seen them before. 

I jumped, the man from earlier was watching me. My breath puffed out as my back thudded against solid rock. 

My palms stretched out behind me to feel at the wall of a lichen covered cave. 

The man continued to watch me from the other side of the dancing flames between us. 

He had brought me here, laid me down, started a fire, and covered me in fur blankets-- seemed harmless enough despite his unusual and slightly alarming appearance. 

“Where am I?” My voice echoed off the walls. 

He continued to watch me, “You’ve not left the mountain you found me on.” His voice was smooth yet muted, making it seem like he had not spoken in centuries. And what did he mean, “found him”? I had no desire or plan to get kidnapped by a half-naked man, regardless of how devastatingly attractive he was. 

One thing was certain, the longer I looked at him, the more familiar he seemed-- it was a painful feeling that caused my heart to beat erratically with ache and my lungs feeling fit to burst. 

“Who are you?”

“A ghost from your past; a clouded memory of your future.” A sad look came into those red eyes and I fought the urge to reach out and stroke his cheek in an attempt to chase the shadows of sorrow away. 

My confusion continued to grow. 

“Who are you?” My voice softened and for a moment I wondered if the man had even heard me. 

“I have gone by many names, but you would know me by the name Loki.”

The name shot like a fuse across the darkest recesses of my mind, a lightning strike in my memory. 

I tasted the name on my lips, “Loki.”

My eyes widened with an overwhelming realization. Saying his name seemed to have lifted a block from my memory-- a magic spell that fashioned a key fit to unlock a single door. 

I said it again, missing the taste of it on my tongue, “Loki.”

Each time I spoke his name, he relaxed into the sound of my voice and the hypnotic supplicance of my lips. 

He moved around the fire, his hand reaching out towards my temple. As his fingers lightly brushed against my skin, visions flashed within my mind. 

Of bare skin tangled up together.

Of laughter shared and tears shed.

Of a heartbreaking separation bridging to a union and giving birth to love that was infinite. 

Over and over, time after time until it reached this very moment. 

“I remember you… How is this even possible?”

“You remember now, but you will not remember later.” He paused, “You are lured here each year.”

“Lured?” I asked, but he continued. 

“Each year since our first encounter with one another, you are slowly overcome with a consuming melancholy until you return to me.”

“But you make me forget,” I interjected, anger making my blood pressure rise. I was tired of his riddles.  

He was right, each year since childhood, I’d made my way up the mountain in search of him. First as friends and later as lovers. 

And each year when I would leave, he’d wipe my memory of him. 

He has explained to me numerous times his convictions and reasons and knows his own heartache by remembering me until I return to him. 

“I don’t want to forget.”

“But you must.”

I shifted towards Loki and all the while he watched me, pupils dilated. 

“Not anymore.” My lips found his and as they locked together fireworks burst beyond my vision, my skin burned and my womanhood was overcome with a hungry, insatiable, wet heat that made my clitoris swell. 

Something stirred in me and made me no more than an animal with desires of the same. 

“Not anymore,” I whispered against his lips. 

“Evermore.” His icy breath was a frigid blast that felt like a threat. 

His hand went around my throat, to display his dominance and I submitted. 

“You smell like cinders and smoke,” he whispered. He released my throat and grabbed at a lock of my hair to twirl it around his finger. 

“How fitting,” he reflected, “the only thing to melt the ice of my soul.”

“Take me,” I breathed. 

My flesh held memory of his touch and my breath became ragged as his hand slid along my skin. 

Like fire and ice the world ended, completely consumed. 

Loki climbed above me. His fingers traced the edge of my skin until he found my nipples. He tugged and pulled as arousal swirled deep between my hips. 

His warm lips caressed my neck, drawing lower to my collar bone. His kisses and icy breath caused a trail of goosebumps to raise on my skin. 

With each kiss, each moan, each bump of his hard cock against me I grew more impatient and excited.

His teeth closed around my nipple, and he bit down until I cried out from the sharp pain and then swirling his tongue around them soothingly. He had me. 

All the while longing grew in my belly and I could feel my opening becoming wet for him. 

He continued to suck on my nipples and kiss my heaving breasts while his fingers danced their way to my clit. 

As soon as his fingertips began to caress me, I hissed with pleasure-- the sensation was a riptide that rolled through me. 

His fingers moved around my clit and I came embarrassingly fast, my abdomen tightening until I rose up off the floor of the cave, crying out his name and demanding for more. In the midst of my release, Loki’s hand grabbed his cock and directed it to my opening. 

I could feel it stiffen harshly as it pushed against my inner thigh and then with urgency against my labium. 

My core swelled with arousal as Loki slid into me. 

The sensation that followed was such a complete fullness that made me feel as if I would burst-- the pressure caused a moan to escape my lips. 

“Oh, please,” I begged, “Don’t stop. Fill me up.”

Loki grunted in response and his thrusts deepened as his hips curved and ground against my ass. 

“Take my seed in your slick cunt and I’ll save some for your mouth.”

His words sent me spiraling, the skin around my vagina grew slick with arousal. 

His head bowed towards my breasts and his teeth closed around my nipple-- my eyes watered and I cried out, but it only made him rougher. 

He pushed deeper and his pace quickened. 

A growl rippled through his chest and I felt his cock convulse inside of me as he filled me. 

I hadn’t thought I could feel much fuller, but his cum was heavy in my already full-of-his-cock belly. There couldn’t have been much room but he continued to pump into me. 

I glanced down, sure that I would visibly see the head of his cock buried deep in my lower belly. 

My eyes widened, pupils dilating. 

Loki withdrew himself, dripping wet with the concoction of our combined juices. 

“Open your mouth, let me mark you there.” 

I pushed weakly against him. 

“I’m too full, I couldn’t possibly take anymore,” I pleaded. 

“Open your mouth,” he repeated, his red eyes glowed with a fury that dared me to defy him. 

I parted my lips and he put his index finger my mouth, hooking my jaw up, and elongating my throat to better take his long length in. 

Nothing about Loki’s next movements were gentle. 

His fingers knotted in my hair and he shoved himself over and over again deep in my throat, my saliva coated his length and dripped from his tip whenever he withdrew, his sides heaving. 

My eyes watered, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying myself. 

I glanced at Loki’s towering form before me.

When my eyes met his I sent him over the edge-- a sorceress sucking his soul from his body. 

His abdomen flexed and he bowed over me, his mouth opening while his eyes closed from his pleasure. 

I swallowed him, fighting the urge to spit out what he poured into me, knowing my belly couldn’t take much more-- the pressure from earlier was too intense. 

Amazingly, as if reading my mind, Loki reached down to stroke my swollen-from-arousal-and-cum belly. 

It felt like some immaculate touch; he prodded and massaged it until the feeling of being close to bursting dissipated. 

I sighed with contentedness as Loki settled down beside me. 

“Please, don’t make me forget,” I pleaded. 

I had decided that remembering him and being without him, no matter how painful it was, was better than not at all. 

“I’m truly sorry,” he said as he gathered himself and stood, walking away.

His skin glowed in the firelight, like a ghost flame of the deepest blue. 

If I was ever to remember, now was my chance. 

I searched around for a weapon and ended my search on a nearby smoldering stick cast into the fire. 

My hands closed around it and it shook in my grasp. 

Pain was the only way. 

I grasped the end of the flaming stick within my palm and held back a scream as it ate through my flesh, sizzling. 

When I was sure it had done enough damage I threw the stick back into the flames. 

Loki returned, his arms full of firewood to replenish the flames. 

He reached towards me and I grabbed his outstretched hand. 

I stood and hugged him, hearing his heart, my cheek flush against his bare chest.

“Until we meet again.” His voice rumbled like muted thunder in my ear.

Loki’s cool fingers went to my temple, as he cradled my head to his chest, all the memories he had given to me before, my most prized possessions, he took away. Just. Like. That. 

I awoke the next morning in the cottage, tucked underneath several blankets. 

Out of habit, my hand went to the nightstand fumbling around in search of my phone. On it were several messages from Mr. Bill about missing the dinner and his fear that something had happened. 

My hand throbbed. 

Something had happened and though it was fuzzy on the edges it would become clearer with time. 

I was certain, as it was my fate, that I would soon find my way back through that path among the stars until I was in Loki’s embrace once more. 

***** Hope you all enjoyed this fic. Please take a moment to leave some feedback, reblog and like.  If you would like to be tagged in any future fics please send me an ask.  Peace, Loki’s Pet Tiger

PS thank you @tehgvicious​ for beta-ing! 

[cami-chats]

Well Deserved

Title: Well Deserved

Link: AO3

Square Filled: Praise Kink

Ship: Tony Stark/Loki

Rating: Explicit

Major Tags: None

Summary: “Tony and Loki thoroughly enjoy their wedding night, even if they had their doubts about it at first-- what with just meeting and all.”

Word Count: 3101

Created for @mcukinkbingo

Full text also below

Tony had gone through a little series of up's and down's while he and Loki were talking. Not emotionally, just about whether or not they were going to sleep together during this twenty four hour interim between getting married and officially being a married couple-- or however long Asgardian days; Tony quite hoped they weren't longer than thirty hours because he wouldn't be able to have sex that long and he'd probably get bored being shut up in their room for that long.

It went like this: they started talking once the door was closed, and Tony thought that they wouldn't have sex. Loki started complimenting him, and he thought that they would. Then Loki went all self-deprecating about how he wasn't good enough for Tony or something, and Tony thought they'd be working on becoming friends so sex was off the table. The simple fact of the matter was this: Tony wanted to tap that, and he was pretty sure that if he asked, Loki would let him. After all, he sure as hell hadn't turned him away when Tony kissed him.

"So," Tony said, "what do you say we get started on this 'rest of our lives' business?"

"I don't think either of us has much a choice in the matter by this point."

"Maybe not, but that's no reason to be miserable. You like me, I like you, you're fucking gorgeous and I want to see what you look like naked, so what do you say we at least get started on that part of this relationship?"

"You're a strange one."

"So I've been told. Normally I'd strip down and show you how good a bed partner I can be, but I kinda need your help to get out of this mess," he said, referring to the wedding outfit that made him look like a wedding cake-- seriously, it was just layer after layer of ridiculousness. "Want to lend me a hand, beloved husband?"

He'd said the epithet as a joke, but something warm and possessive flashed through Loki's eyes. "If you insist." There was already one layer on the floor of their room, and Loki worked to get the rest off. Unlike Tony, he apparently didn't have any trouble figuring out how it worked, which made it all the easier for Tony to sneak kisses. He nibbled at Loki's bottom lip, traced the seam of his mouth with his tongue, and curved a hand around his neck when he thought he could get away with it. Hint: Loki always let him get away with it. He never initiated a kiss on his own, and it was a good thing they'd already talked about Loki thinking he wasn't good enough because otherwise Tony would be feeling rejected.

"If you don't stop that," Loki breathed as Tony pulled away from a deep kiss (that he hadn't truly meant to initiate in the first place), "you're never going to get all these clothes off."

"Shouldn't it be motivation to get them off quicker?"

Instead of that having the desired effect-- i.e. Loki kissing him or saying to hell with the clothes and ripping them in half so Tony could get naked pronto-- he gave a little smile that conveyed quite clearly that Loki thought Tony had no intention of having sex with him. That was more than a little insulting because Tony was a lot of things, but a tease with no intention to deliver was not one of them. He figured that saying that would only slow down the process, so he bit his tongue and waited. When it started to feel like he was no longer wrapped in a smothering blanket, he trailed his hands up Loki's arms to his shoulders.

"Mmm," he hummed, taking a half step closer so he could glide his hands around to Loki's back, then down to his waist where Tony could easily reach, "much better."

Loki huffed out a laugh and took Tony's hands from his waist, going about removing his garment quicker than before. Maybe he believed that Tony was interested now? No matter, he clearly wanted it, and Tony was the opposite of shy. His body could finally breathe, but of course that meant that when he was down to the translucent blue shift, he was shivering. "You should um-" Loki stopped, coughing to get rid of the rough timber his voice had taken. "You're probably cold. You should get under the covers."

"I'm sure you could warm me up," Tony said, stepping into him and resting his head on Loki's chest. It was impossible to describe what his skin felt like, but that wasn't going to stop Tony from trying to figure it out. Humans were warm, no two ways about it. Loki's skin was cold on the surface, but there was a deep heat to it. It meant that the first press of skin to skin was cold, but then Tony sunk into it, like sitting on a heated chair. "See? It's working already." Admittedly it wasn't comfortable, but that was mostly because Loki's necklace was sharp and pointy and he wasn't hugging Tony back so it felt a little weird to be clinging to him. "This is the part where you kiss me, you know."

"Is it? I don't remember reading that book."

"Yep. I get to make the rules, and I say yes, you have to kiss me."

"Can't argue with that," Loki mumbled, leaning down.

Tony tilted his head up to accept it, but it was a bare press of lips to his, there and gone in moments. He frowned but went back to hugging him. He could push it, but that wouldn't end well and pretty much all he wanted, was for this to end well. His mind wandered as he looked for a solution, and it hit him. Loki wasn't making a move, because he didn't think it possible that Tony wanted him.

It had been a while since Tony had been in charge in the bedroom, preferring a more submissive role-- to the point that Pepper had asked if he officially considered himself a sub-- but he could change that if it meant making Loki more comfortable. Getting up on his tiptoes and putting one hand on the back of Loki's neck to pull him down, Tony kissed him again, and this time he didn't hesitate. He wasn't coy or playful or any of the dozen things he usually pretended to be to get a reaction. Loki kissed him back, meeting him inch for inch but never going further.

Tony was getting hard in the thin slip, his cock trailing precome across the smooth fabric and staining it. He stepped back and stripped out of it before he could ruin the material further. He was going to step back in and see about getting Loki's skirt off, but he stopped when he saw Loki looking at him hungrily, eyes taking in every inch of him and being delighted at what he saw. "You know, Frostie, I'm all yours. You can touch as much as you want."

"I think, perhaps, that I am more yours than the reverse."

"Well in that case..." Tony grinned, walking back up to him and kissing him again. His hands fumbled with the skirt for a minute before he pulled back with a frown. "Is this some sort of test to see if I'm worthy of getting fucked? Cause I'm not a fan."

Loki chuckled and reached to one of his sides, pulled a few times and then the garment fell to the floor in a puddle.

"It was on the side?" Alien fashion was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it. The universe at large was working against him, but not like they were trying to get him killed, just drying to drown him with inconveniences. "Fucking figures," he grumbled, hoping it would distract from the blush now bleeding across his cheeks. The blush was made worse by the fact that he wasn't actually embarrassed, but his blood was pumping and he was getting excited, so his body decided that blushing was the thing to do.

Tony couldn't wax poetic about anything, but Loki's body? Wow he wished he could. Like, seriously WOW. That's all his mind was doing, saying 'wow' in big, flashing neon lights. He was six and a half feet of pure wonderful, and Tony needed that dick in him stat. "So do we leave this on," he said, fingering the golden necklace, "or what?"

"Whatever you want elskr."

His finger trailed down the chain to the loop and up again on the other side. "Tempting," he admitted. "But not right now. Does it come off like a normal necklace or is there a trick to it as well?"

"I don't know what is considered a normal necklace," Loki said with a raised eyebrow, "but the clasp is in the back."

Tony nodded. "Normal, good." He tucked his fingers at the back of Loki's neck, and was surprised at how warm the skin there was, some byproduct of his hair, Tony guessed. It came undone easily under Tony's fingers, accustomed as he was to dealing with minute latches in metal. He was careful as he set it aside because it might get permanently damaged if he flung it to the side with as little care as he'd shown the rest of their clothes.

He took a minute (again) to appreciate the way Loki looked, then looked to see if there was a bedside table; there wasn't. "There has to be lube around here somewhere," he mused, jumping a little when Loki came up behind him, putting his hands on Tony's stomach.

"Lube?"

"Something to, you know, ease the way. Slick maybe?"

"Ah, yes. Over there," he said, and instead of pointing, he shuffled so that they were turned to face the table. It had various items on it, and what Tony had assumed was a large vial of ink, was what Loki was referring to. It made far more sense for a vial that large than the small size an inkwell usually was, so Tony kept his original assumption to himself.

"How about I get on the bed, and you go grab that," Tony suggested, tilting his head back to look at him. He noticed, now, that the red in Loki's eyes had thickened. Akin to widened pupils for humans, maybe?

"Okay." He brushed a kiss over Tony's forehead before he let go, going for the jar of slick.

Tony walked over to the bed then crawled up. Who needed beds that high off the ground? he thought uncharitably, but his annoyance evaporated when he remembered that this was a Jotun bed and was therefore made to their size. He reached for a pillow, then paused. Would they be upset when they got dirty? Giving a mental shrug, he laid on his back and tucked the pillow under his hips. If they wanted it to be in pristine condition, they shouldn't have put it in a newly married couple's room.

Loki joined him uncertainly, hovering beside the bed instead of getting on it like he should have.

"Come here," Tony said, holding out his hands for him and making a grabby motion. He spread his legs and guided Loki to sit in the v between them. Thor had been helpful in one respect, and that was him telling Tony about that time he'd bedded a Frost Giant. He called it a mistake of his youth and talked more about how angry his father had been than the actual sex, but it was enough that Tony knew the mechanics were the same inter-species. He pulled Loki down for a kiss, using more tongue than was strictly necessary to get him to relax. It worked, and when Tony whispered, "Please," he opened the vial and coated his fingers.

He pressed the pad of his forefinger against Tony's entrance, sliding inside with no resistance-- or at least no more than was expected. He slid in slowly, giving Tony ample time to get used to the sensation. He looked so uncertain though, that Tony decided it was time to be vocal. He let out a low moan, twitching his hips towards Loki's hand. "God that feels good. Will you give me another?"

He pulled out his finger, then pushed back in with another.

"I am so glad you're good at this," he groaned.

"I haven't done anything," Loki mumbled in embarrassment, but there was a darker blue filling his cheeks in what Tony could only assume was a blush.

"I've had sex with a lot of people-- believe me I can tell."

Loki twisted his wrist and Tony's back arched, trying to get those fingers deeper as he cried out. He pumped his fingers in and out, scissoring a little before taking his fingers out to add more lube. He pressed in with three fingers, and this time Tony felt a low burn at the stretch. It was impossible to feel uncomfortable with Loki's mouth on his thigh, sucking blood to the surface of his skin then soothing over it with his tongue.

Tony's hands went to his head, fingers twisting around the braids just so he had something to hold onto so it didn't feel quite as much like he was drifting listlessly. "Oh my god," he breathed. "Loki."

He shuddered at the way his name sounded falling from Tony's lips sounding so worshipful, and worked on sucking another mark on his thigh.

"Fuck that feels good, so good, oh my god." Admittedly Tony wasn't quite sure what he was saying, but his mouth was running as Loki worked him open, and the only thing that got him to pause was when Loki started to push inside. Three fingers was plenty for most people, but for Loki even four fingers was decidedly not enough. Proportionally to his own body, Loki was fine, but that was a good foot and a half taller than Tony. It didn't help that it had been a while since he'd bottomed, so right now Loki felt huge, splitting him in half in the best way possible.

"Are- are you okay?" Loki asked worriedly, having to stop to swallow because he was barely breaching Tony and it was already the best thing he'd ever felt.

"I'm fine," he said, taking shallow breaths. "It's just- been a while. Keep going. Slow?"

Loki nodded, moving at a glacier's pace until eventually he was bottomed out, the sharp jut of his hip bones pressing against the swell of Tony's ass as he panted.

"You-" Tony stopped, licked his lips and shifted his hips minutely, groaning. "You feel so amazing inside me." He felt Loki's cock twitch and smiled. "I can't believe you tried to talk me out of this, this is the best I've felt in ages. I should ask this now before I get too jealous, but you must have gotten around before getting hitched to me, huh?"

"I wouldn't say that," Loki said, bending down to kiss around the arc reactor and stretching Tony's legs further in the process. The blue light looked white against his skin, like a spotlight on his face especially for Tony's viewing pleasure.

"How's that possible? I might be an alien, but even I can tell how gorgeous you are. And when you feel like this," he shifted his hips again, "there's no way word didn't get around."

"Perhaps to you I am special." He trailed his tongue to one of Tony's nipples, and, when he heard Tony's gasp of pleasure, gave it some attention. "But to my people, I'm an outsider."

"Aren't you a prince?"

"Yes, and if you met my favored older brother, you would understand."

Tony moaned, pushing his chest into Loki's mouth as he sucked on his nipple. "Was he not at the wedding?"

Loki snorted, working his way to the other side of Tony's chest. "He couldn't be bothered. He'll be at the feast tomorrow, but he didn't want to waste his time at the ceremony in case you rejected me."

"He sounds like an asshole, and I am very glad you're the one I married if he's the one people like."

Loki gave an unconvinced hum, and Tony clenched down around him experimentally. It made Loki's breath catch-- which was always a plus-- but the better news was that he felt loose enough that Loki could fuck him.

"You can move," Tony said, rolling his hips against Loki's so there was no doubt what he meant.

Loki didn't pull out and immediately start fucking him, he ground his hips against Tony, winding Tony tighter so that when he did start thrusting Tony just about screamed as his back arched off the bed. "Oh- fuck Loki. Oh my god that's so good-- so good- ah!"

He kept babbling praise, and he was pretty sure it wasn't his imagination that Loki was breathing just that bit harder and was gripping his thigh just that much tighter because of it.

Loki spilled inside Tony, his come shockingly warm as compared to what Tony was expecting. The head of his cock was rubbing against Tony's prostate, and he saw stars as he came, mouth dropping open.

Neither of them moved for a minute, catching their breath. For his part, Tony was blinking, trying to get the black spots from his vision to go away. He hadn't come that hard in years, and he idly wondered if it would be like that every time they had sex. He wasn't sure he was sturdy enough to handle it if it was like that every time, but he could handle every once in a while.

Loki carefully climbed off of him and cleaned them up, then laid down next to him, lifting his head after a second to get his hair out of the way. "Still sure about this?"

Tony rolled over, indignant and half a second from ripping Loki a new one because there was no way that had been a one-sided event, then stopped. Loki had a teasing glint in his eye, and Tony huffed, scooting closer. "You're such a dick." He was feeling what would be the beginnings of a magnificent ache in a few hours' time, and he found that he did not mind.

"Is that an insult?"

"Usually, yeah."

"But not right now?"

"Definitely not right now."

Loki hummed, wrapping his arm around Tony's waist and pulling him closer. "Are you cold?"

He snuggled against his chest. "Nope."

[ohhhmyloki]

Blood and Mischief

Reposting this lil fic cuz Tumblr quietly removed it from my blog without telling me.

Summary: A woman stranded and alone in post-apocalyptic Manhattan is taken prisoner by the King of Vampires.

Loki x OFC

genre:  SMUT, lemon, non-con, post-apocalyptic, vampire Loki, Jotun Loki, mean Loki, sexual slavery, domination

length: approx. 8,500 words 

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He had me there on the floor for what seemed like ages, pinned roughly beneath him, bruised by his thrusts, his hands. Coming, and coming, and coming again around the broad, pistoning column of his cock.

He bit me several times: on my upper arms, both breasts, once on the left side of my jaw. And each time he drew blood, but didn’t drink. Instead he licked, rubbed the coppery trickles with his lips and looked at the marks with blazing, animal gratification.

I didn’t like the biting-–it fucking hurt. Each time he showed his teeth I bucked and fought, twisting helplessly in his iron grip. Fighting ineffectually to avoid that hungry mouth.

And he liked it. The bastard liked that I fought, even as his relentless thrusting brought me again. He liked that I whimpered with orgasm and denial at once, clenching around his cock as I tried to shrink from his teeth.

He could make the biting painless-–I wasn’t sure how I knew this, because I didn’t have the presence of mind to think much of anything-–but I did.

He made it hurt because he liked it.

And when he finally came, it was with his teeth clamped around my right nipple, growling so low it was almost inaudible and thrusting hard enough to make my teeth bang together.

But I came again, too.

In a blind, screaming haze, pleasure burning in every nerve, I came.

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[christinebloodwrittings]

Bad Aim part 2 was good and it got me thinking Jotun Loki deserves some love and pampering too. Here's a request for how Y/n would pamper Loki . How would she do it ? Give him a massage, get him some fancy Sweets perhaps? I imagine Loki would blush like mad and be happy that his partner wants to pamper him. This can be a part 3 to Bad Aim or its own one shot whatever you prefer.

You're becoming my favorite, you know? XD Here it is, it will be considered a one shot from Bad Aim, also sorry if it's a bit long XD.

Again, thanks for the request 💚💚 I hope you like it!

Previous part: Bad Aim Pt2

*My requests are open*

(Also if you want to be added to the Taglist, let me know 👌😉)

Pairing: Jotün Loki x Fem!reader

Words: 2107

Summary: You've seen Loki more and more tired from all the duties and missions he has to attend to, so you decided to take care of him.

Warnings: Mentions of blood. NSFW (And diabetes level of sweet fluff)

Loki Taglist: @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek

Bad Aim Oneshot.

You were on Loki's lap, leaving soft kisses on his broad chest, the contact made him moan and purr with pleasure. But you noticed something, all the blackened areas from the previous missions, and the neck pain that all the meetings he had to attend that week.

For him it was more than enough to have you in his arms and spend the weekend with you, but you weren't convinced, he fell asleep in each cuddle session you had that month, so you grew concerned.

"My love, let's get you to bed" he opened his eyes lazily and let you pull him softly by his arm to the king size (Jotun king size) bed you two shared.

On that subject, you remembered what a mess you two made while getting the bed inside the room, you let a giggle out.

The big blue man dropped almost dead to the bed, 'My sweet love' you thought, stocking his long black locks, watching his body rose up and down as he breathe. He wasn't relaxed, so much stress probably still accumulated in his head.

Monday in the morning you planted a soft kiss on his temple before carefully slipping out of the enormous bed. You showed and got ready to go out, the giant still sound asleep.

"My beloved, I'm sorry I won't be by your side this morning, but I will be back by your side by the end of the day! I love you so much!

Yours, Y/n"

You slid the note across the bedspread to put it in his field of vision, making sure it was barely splattered with a bit of your cologne, the one he seemed to love so much.

You left the house with a very special mission in mind.

Loki was really excited when he first tasted the treats, and he actually had a few favorites: strawberry pie, meringue kisses, macaroons, and lemon sorbet.

You couldn't get out of your head how cute he looked, so you were going to cook them all... or at least give it a try.

You spent the morning in the store, having everything bagged, you decided to go back, but a cosmetics and skin care products store caught your attention. You bought a verbena-scented body oil, face masks, a few bath bombs, and two liters of body cream, Loki's skin tends to dry up after showers.

After leaving a massive mess of flour and lemon juice over the counter, you had the strawberry pie and the lemon sorbet ready, only the macaroons were missing, which were a great challenge because of the egg whites, and the horrible amount of time you had to wait for them to thicken.

You decided to make the purple meringue cookie, with a few drops of vanilla scent. After having that ready, you filled them with a creamy white chocolate and mint based paste.

While letting the macaroons settle you used the meringue that you put aside earlier and made little drops on top of a non-stick baking paper sheet.

You were beyond satisfied with the final product, although the kisses ended up being a bit deformed.

Right on the clock, Loki arrived exactly at 7:30 pm, just like every day. You hid all the sweets and greeted him with a smile, "My love!" You hugged his torso tightly, making him slightly wince,, which drove you to let go of him extremely concerned.

"Hello, my queen" he spoke softly, "Loki what on earth happened to you?" You started to get rid of his armor to get a proper look of his wounds, the metal clattering against the floor.

"I'm fine, you know I heal faster than most humans, right now I only need you" he leaned to kiss you but you stopped him, "And you'll have me, but after I take care of you" he looked at you puzzled, "You are always pampering me, so it's time I spoil you a little, so get rid of the rest of your armor and get your robe" he had brought his bath robe from home and left it on your house, he used it a couple times when you two showered together and wanted to cuddle afterwards on the sofa while watching something on the tv.

"But I love showering you with love" he pouted as you took him to the bathroom, "I know, but now it's my turn" you gave him a mischievous smile and left for the kitchen, taking out everything you had bought and prepared, his expression when he came out would be the best what happened to you.

"What is all this?" he asked approaching the bench where you were sitting, placing his hands on your thighs, "Well, this week you have worked too hard, so after you eat I will take the tension out of your body and we will finish with a hot bath" his lips were barely on yours you finished talking, "I love you" he whispered as he took a spoon to give the lemon sorbet a taste, shortly moaning while the ice melted in his mouth, "This is so good" he kept repeating as he ate some of the pie and macaroons.

"Where did you bought these?" you gave him a bashful smile, "I cooked all of them" he widen his eyes, hurrying to take you up in his arms, you let out a yelp due to the sudden movement but he shut you up by kissing you in between giggles.

"Now that's why there's a bowl with batter" you took a violently fast glance at the sink, but there was no bowl, "Ha ha, cheeky smurf" he chuckled, sinking his head into your neck before leaving you down on the counter.

"Open up princess" he held up a macaroon, after you opened you mouth for him he gently placed it against your lips, slightly pushing it to grace your teeth, "Hold it" he commanded, and so you did. He leaned closer, bit the other end of the macaroon, leaving you with the part you were holding, and after he swallowed his he pushed your bit into your mouth with his thumb, gently caressing your lips as you chew.

"That's my good girl" it gave you goosebumps when he called you that, and he knew that. "You full?" you asked seeing as he didn't grabbed anything else, "Not quite, I still haven't eaten the most exquisite sweet" you looked at him confused, half of everything had already disappeared, "What do you mean?" He approached, with one hand he pressed your waist to his, and with the other he raised your chin slightly to meet his bright red eyes, "You" he said sensually.

"You will have me after the bath, for now, I only need you in your underwear and lying face down on the bed" long ago Loki had gotten sheets of an easy-to-wash material for when he made love to you when you were still on your period, so you wouldn't have to worry about staining and leaving a mess. Those same sheets were the ones you had put on for the massage.

He obeyed you, he went to the bedroom door and slowly took off his robe against its frame, "Loki stop, you know very well what you do to me" he turned to see you only to smile cheekily and discard the robe completely, giving you full vision of his toned back.

"I adore you" you said with a smile, entering the room behind him with the bag of products in hand, leaving it against the bathroom door, only taking out the body oil.

"I'm ready, my dear" you got on the bed and sat on his lower back, letting the liquid from the bottle run down his skin feeling his muscles tense when you spread the oil up to his shoulders.

"My love, relax for me ok?" You heard him mutter yes, you got up from him and removed your shirt and the jeans you were wearing, revealing the lingerie set that he had bought for you, the one that he had not seen due to lack of time.

Then you took his shoulders and massaged his skin using circular motions, adding pressure from time to time, hearing him moan with pleasure against the pillow.

"Does it feel good my love?" You watched him nod. After a while just massaging his back with your hands you wanted to level things up, you slid down the bra straps and the cups to expose your breasts, then you lowered your chest and pressed against his back, the ridges of the markings on his skin sending shivers down your spine.

"My life, can I turn around? I have the feeling that I know exactly what you are doing" you laughed at his excited tone, "Permission denied, be a good boy and let me satisfy you" you loved when he listened to you, he stood still, breathing hard .

"Y/n" he called you, "Yes dear?" He called you again, his mind imagining your naked body rubbing over his, "Please" he begged and you gave in, you knew how difficult it is for him to beg, so you gave him permission only when you had put the lingerie back in place, his eyes burning with lust when he looked at the outfit you were wearing.

"Do you want me to take care of that my love?" you pointed at his throbbing erection, he shook his head, offering you his hand, which you took to be promptly pulled flush against his chest, your lower half grinding against his thigh. "How is it that you manage to make me fall for you even more?" he asked you with love in his eyes.

"You bought it." His big hands found the elastic on your waist, which he lifted slightly and gently tapped your skin, making you let out a slight whimper. "You leave the lingerie to shame my love, without you, it doesn't shine a bit" you were supposed to be pleasing him, but again he was taking control.

"Love, come on, I'm supposed to take care of it" his erection begged to be released, and you gladly lowered his underpants, his member hitting his abdomen as soon as it was free, visibly throbbing.

"Can I?" you looked in his eyes for his consent, it was important between the two of you to always check with the other.

He nodded, holding the sheets tightly and letting his head drift back as soon as the tip was inside your mouth, your hands going up and down his thick shaft, making him groan and moan.

His hands took a trip to the underside of your laced panties, rubbing your slit with a single finger. The vibration your moan did against his member nearly made him cum. You took his dick off your mouth to let out a gasp, his fingers moved your panties to the side and entered your core with a powerful hand-thrust.

"L-LOKI!" you rarely screamed, but that time you were far too sensitive. Your competitive spirit took over and you were decided to make him cum first, he quickly picked up your intentions, so he moved his hand even harder on your pussy.

Both of you came together.

"Bath?" You asked breathless, "Way ahead of you, my love" you watched the steam coming out of the bathroom, he had prepared the jacuzzi for you, (Since he didn't really fit in a bathtub, you two bought a jacuzzi).

You dumped two bath bombs into the water, making it look all soapy and shiny. Then you two spent your last energy tending to each other. From getting soap all over, to comb and blow dry each other's hair.

Finally, when you two came back to the room, he had already had changed the bedsheets to the silky green ones, "Thank you my love, I feel ten million times better" he squeezed your body in a tight hug, "You still took control" you pouted jokingly, "Is my queen angry? does she want cuddles?" you smiled and let yourself be picked up by him.

You slept on his chest, according to his desires. Your head in between his pectorals, taking in the verbena scent of the oil still lingering on his skin.

"I love you Y/n, thank you so much for tonight, I needed it" you rose up your head and crawled to give him a kiss on his lips, "Anytime, my king". And so he fell asleep, with a wholehearted smile and the warmest feeling, you loved him to unlimited extents, he knew that, and he wasn’t going to let you go, never.

[riyawriteshermind]

MARVEL MASTERLIST

DRABBLES

That one camping trip

Fergalicious

Based on true events

Not so single lady

Not proud Sam & Bucky

Damn Teenagers

Panipaali- I’m Screwed

That one time Thor stabbed Loki

ARC Reactor

Jotun Loki

Familiar Situations

Peter All Along~~

Funny?.....Maybe not....

Too sus to be a coincidence

Nobody likes sharon

The serious case of the plums

Loki and his tesseract

Sexiest man alive

Summary of the hawkeye series

Family reunion

when life ‘hands’ you lemons?

The most imp question

2- PART STORIES

Remember ME? -1 (Avengers x reader)

HOME -2 (Avengers x reader) very random...

I’m Not Where You Left Me [ Steve x Ex! reader] [Heavy angst, satisfying revenge, fluff] [part 2 coming soon] ❤author's favorite

ONESHOTS

Frost In Love [ Jotun Loki x reader] [fluffy]❤

Sinister Intentions [Warning!!this is very cringe...i don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this -_-]

Go ahead and drive me insane baby(pure fluff)[Sam x reader]. ❤

Morning Menace [Steve x Bucky x platonic!reader] [crack fic]❤

COMING SOON

Gem from the days of Yore [Bucky Barnes x reader] [Meet-cute]

Can I go Where You Go? [Bucky x Tony x reader][angst]

A Memory Lost In The Current

Love Doctor [Loki x Dr strange x reader]

[mane--attraction]

Hello! (Masterlist)

Welcome to my parlor~ I am your guide tonight into the land that is my writing blog. Please, take a seat. Writing is divided by safety, then character. Most are in second person, gender neutral, and short unless otherwise stated. Since only a few have actual titles, I have included either the first line or the first few lines of the piece instead.

Reblogs are much appreciated and help more than just likes! (Although I appreciate them, as well.)

SFW works

Things that anyone can interact with. If you are a minor that has somehow made it here, these are the safest stories to interact with.

Silver Downfall - Rating: T, 1693 words You traverse into the demon’s lair to slay it. Whether or not you succeed is another story. (The safest of all my fics and I think the most popular.) (Darkiplier)

"His shoe presses against your sternum, and you hiss at the heat against your chest.” (Darkiplier)

"I used to make do with the rabbits and the deer...but then I realized: Why should I just barely scrape by?" (Vampire Murdock dialogue)

Suggestive/Lemonish

Technically some of these are probably at the upper level of what could be considered teen, but idk if I’d show these to a minor. Thin ice, this category.

Darkiplier:

"How cute. You think you can run?" (First person, female reader)

“Then, your dream changes, melting from one to the next rather than a distinct cut. You’re lying down, on a bed, but you’re not sure where. You rub the fabric between your fingers—it feels so real; oddly real, impossibly so. More than last night’s.” 

Damien:

You tilt your head. “Is everything alright, sir?” He coughs. “Yes, quite alright.”

Murdock

"of COURSE i want a big sopping wet man coming after me" aka you decide to pull a prank on Murdock at the pool

Lemon—MINORS DNI

Darkiplier:

Ramble about wanting Dark to hypnotize me lol

“Tentacles. Sticky, dripping with some black unknown substance (although you have your suspicions—). It leaves a trail as it curls around your leg and travels upwards.”

“You peer around the corner into the office, and there he is, just as you thought. Dark wasn’t usually one to take a break when he started working.And that was the problem.” (Female reader, 1318 words)

“No but like Imagine how squirmy he'd be”

Dark spanks you (using dialogue from ahwm) (drabble)

“Who are you?” aka Dark gets you to drop for him (hypno, female reader, use of “maid”)

Dark has gone away. Ego Manor is surprisingly quiet. You’re starting to get antsy.

“How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?”

Damien:

You are a servant, hired to clean the mayor’s office. Today is a tiring one, and you decide to take a nap. When you wake, you accidently hear something you shouldn’t. (1450 words)

Loki:

“Luckily, I can be very patient. The question is—”Loki leans in, smiling slyly.“—can you?” (First person)(I tagged this one as lemonish, but it’s really straddling the line, so it’s going here.)

Jotun Physiology Headcanon (with respect to one Loki Laufeyson)

Murderplier/Murdock:

Murderplier/Murdoch spicy headcanons

“Please don’t kill me!” (drabble)

“Murdock doesn’t ‘take naps’—or so he says.” (1201 words)

Experiment (660 words)

Murdock has a habit.

Haunted house fun :) (5k words)

Engineer Mark:

Technically

Miscellaneous:

The single Wilford x Reader/Dark x Reader hypno headcanon thing I wrote

Wilford hypno headcanon

“He pulls you onto his lap, gently but a bit too eagerly, and you barely set down the pitcher before you spill.” (Royal f/o x female reader)

Somno fic where you’re just waking up and mans be h*rny (male f/o x female/afab reader)

How they would react to you tying yourself up in ribbon as a gift for them: Actor and Dark

F/O somno prompt

Playfighting Headcanons (multi ego)

"Enjoying yourself, my little sex kitten?" (male f/o x reader)

F/O hypno dialogue prompt (uses "Master" and "little one")

"You didn't understand at first why your vampire f/o had a mirror above his bed."

[the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon]

• Randvi x female reader 💋

a sapphire for your heart, part IV

Morning found you wide awake and restless. Your bedding was a mess on the floor and you were lying on the fresh straw which filled your bed. Nausea threatened to spill with every little movement you made; nausea from lack of sleep, and from overthinking. But with a bit of effort you managed to push yourself to sit and wash down the bile with a jug full of lemon water.

The day was promising. It seemed a lot of passers-by had stopped by the docks to bring news or tend to various local business, and many curious young men and women were flocking around Reda’s tend of exotic wonders. You made a careful selection of your own items and brought them outside for the visitors to see and admire, and eventually purchase. Saxon women were especially interested in your variety of colorful fabrics; bright teal, gold, and crimson shawls which powerfully contrasted their otherwise somber outfits. But it was your natural charms that convinced reluctant men to buy expensive gifts for their wives and daughters, and by noon you nearly sold out everything you’ve selected for that day.

All, but one.

It was an emerald green, pure silk scarf, beautifully ornate with golden threads and precious garnet beads. You were offered a hefty sum for it, but you declined with a smile and neatly packed it in your bag.

There were several locals and guests in the longhouse, chatting and enjoying the first course of their supper. Among them, you spotted a beautiful Viking with bright auburn hair and a jug of mead in her large hand. She was accompanied by several friends whom she chatted and laughed with; perhaps it was not the best of times to speak with her. But before you could take your leave, a dark-haired woman waved her arm and asked you to join them at their table. Randvi turned her head to look and when she saw you, she smiled the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen. Your heart raced like a hummingbird, sending little thrills of excitement through every cell of your being.

God… you were bewitched.

“You must be Sapphire! I’m Petra, it’s nice to meet you.”

The woman who beckoned you grinned as she made room for you to sit next to her, and right across from Randvi. You fiercely battled to keep your emotions hidden, to appear collected as you spoke with the people who would accompany you the next day in your treasure hunt. You’d be a group of five, with Petra helping you explore paths safe from dangerous wild predators, and the other three were warriors meant to protect you. A small, but capable group. You drank in their names, clashed jugs with them, and with Randvi, and promised a good journey tomorrow. However, there was a troubling feeling gnawing at your thoughts – the fact that she wouldn’t be there with you.

Soon, the longhouse was full of people dancing and singing, and enjoying the pleasant company of one another as they feasted. In the overwhelming loudness of cheering and music, you excused yourself and went outside to get a breath of fresh air. The night was crisp, sobering you up and lessening the ache at your temples.

“Were we too much for you?”

Your heart jumped at the sound of a beautiful familiar voice caressing your ears. When you looked back, Randvi was standing right behind you on the wooden porch. The light from within cast a glow upon her tall, godly silhouette, making her appear holy. You tightened the hold on your bag, momentarily deciding to postpone gifting her the shawl.

“Not at all. It was the smoke, it stung my eyes.” You answered with a smile.

She slowly closed the distance between you, and with a kind palm at the small of your back she encouraged you to walk with her further away from the longhouse. It was a simple, ghostly touch which lasted a moment, and yet it set your heart ablaze.

How cruel fate must’ve been to plant the seed of desire so deep into your core, only to watch you twist and struggle against the shackles of sapphic love. The way Randvi seemed to glow beneath the pallid moonlight was enthralling; the whole blanket of shimmering stars reflected in her deep cobalt eyes.

“How do you like Ravensthorpe so far?”

She asked.

You glanced at her briefly; beside the lingering smell of smoke in the longhouse and her anguished cries in the night, everything was perfect! But you wouldn’t dare say that out loud.

“It’s lovely. I’ve never been to a Viking settlement before. Your architecture and clothing designs are breathtaking.”

“Clothing designs?” She echoed, slightly amused; perhaps it was the mead.

“Yes. The fabrics you use, the intricate patterns and choice of color… the carvings in your shields and weapons. It’s beautiful.” You confessed with a smile. The way you spoke of her traditional wear made Randvi’s mirth dissolve into surprise.

There was a knot in your throat and your chest felt heavy, as if you were about to spill all the thoughts and feelings you’ve been silently enduring since the day you’ve been acquainted with her. The sound of the river reminded you of her pained, secret cries; you wanted to ask why. Yet all you could do was stand very still as you slowly lost yourself in the depth of her intense, beckoning gaze.

“What else do you like?” She inquired as she shifted from one foot to the other and crossed her large arms over her bosom. Her authoritative pose caught you off guard – heavens, she was a force you could not resist. Your gaze lingered on her dazzling eyes, and then slowly followed the trail of her sharp cheekbones and perfect jaw, all the way to her full lips.

“Your spirit.” You answered. “How your people fight – courageous, almost reckless, unified and strong. There’s something about you…”

Randvi’s interest slowly seemed to grow as she listened. You locked your eyes with hers again, and this time you couldn’t look away. It was beyond sinful to have certain thoughts about a married woman, and yet her allure was stripping you of all reason. If Sigurd was there, he’d probably raise a fist against you, and you’d be crazy enough to challenge him.

“I want you to join us tomorrow.”

Suddenly, you spoke.

“On the hunt you mean? I’m afraid I cannot. There is work I must tend to, here.” Randvi declined, albeit she was pleasantly surprised.

“Whatever work you have cannot be more important than such a great find – I want you to be there, to see the gold for yourself.” You felt as if you found a small grip on her will, and you weren’t about to let go. Something burned deep within you; a flame which would consume you whole if Randvi would refuse you again. Thankfully, she promised she’d consider it.

Delighted, you turned your head to hide a smile in the crook of your shoulder. All of a sudden, tomorrow seemed like decades away.

The graceful Viking walked you to each and every house of Ravensthorpe, introducing you to their current stores and notable landscapes to admire. The abundance of colorful flowers and their sweet smell was intoxicating, lulling you closer to Mother Nature’s chest. There was a soft bed of moss right beside the pool at the base of a waterfall, and that’s where you sat down to tell each other stories.

“Norway's mountains are quite treacherous. It snows heavily most of the year, and unless you’re an experienced tracker, you’d surely find your demise in those steep valleys.”

She spoke with a smile as she fondly remembered her homeland. You were intrigued, absorbing every word and watching her attentively as you learned about the Aurora Borealis and the myths of Odin and Freya, and ragnarok. How fiercely Asgard battled against Jotunheim, and how humans eventually outlived both gods and Jotuns. It was easy to picture these fables coming to life when Randvi told them in such refined detail and with so much confidence. There must’ve been a grain of truth to her words.

“Ymir's tear… I would die for that stone. I’ve heard stories of that gem scattered all over Asgard.” You sighed as you leaned back to stretch over that soft moss and gaze up at the night sky, in awe. You felt those precious blue eyes on you, yet you didn’t dare look, fearful that you’d lose yourself in them all over again.

“Sapphire is a very beautiful name.” She spoke, and you smiled.

“That’s not my birth name…” You confessed.

“Oh?...”

“When I was six years of age, I had this… feeling, as if I knew something was beneath my feet, pulsing, calling me.” You begun your tale and Randvi lowered herself on her side, watching you.

“I had this uncontrollable urge to dig, to see what lured me in and never let me sleep. I broke four of mother’s spoons trying to tear apart the dry, hard soil.” A brief laugh escaped you as you reminisced.

“At last, my older brother stole a shovel from the neighbor one night, and by morning we dug a hole thrice our size. The neighbor was furious, and mother was about to smack us when she saw what we did to our yard.

But then… beneath the damp, muddy floor of the cavern we dug, I felt it again. That urge, that call; I ripped the soil apart with my bare hands, and out I pulled a little satchel. Inside it were two sapphires. I can see them now… shimmering in the light of dawn… they felt sharp and cold, and fit perfectly into my hands, as if they were made for me.” You bit back a smile as you turned your head and saw Randvi, in all of her beauteous glory, propped on her elbow and watching you in awe. Her eyes were just like the sapphires you fell in love with.

“And then?...” She asked with vivid curiosity.

“Mother sold them to buy a farm. And when I was nine summers old, a cart with two travelers stopped by and took me. They promised mother silver, and that I’d be returned by fall with a bag full of precious stones. But… when we returned… We found the farm abandoned, burnt to the ground.”

Randvi’s gaze seemed to soften with sorrow, yet your grin never faltered as you shook your head.

“I kept on traveling, I saw the world. They called me Sapphire ever since, and I forgot my birth name as the years went by… The world, Randvi… it’s so beautiful…” You pushed yourself to sit, drawing closer as you whispered to her.

“Come with me in the morning, let us explore and travel together...”

Her auburn lashes fluttered, as if she was awoken from a trance. She took a moment to think, to find her words or collect herself; but when she turned to meet your gaze again, she answered with a nod.

“I will. I wish to see you dig for gemstones, to see your blessed hands pull treasures free from the earth.”

Your chest swelled with joy, and all at once you were buzzing with excitement.  

-          To be continued…

*part V.

[tarithenurse]

On my Mind, in my Soul - 2

Pairing: Loki x burglar!Reader Contents: Cussing, a bit of violence, some angsting and pining, lemons...and lots of them. Consider yourself warned if you’re underage. A/N: Didn’t plan for the first part to actually be a first part. I’d planned it as a one-shot based on @maladaptive-ninja-returns‘s 3 “prompts”...but then it was nicely recieved and I chatted with them again and we had some fun ideas...so here’s part 2. This time the 3 things have been provided with a sister (who was rather confused as to why I was asking...but it did result in us watching the Bridge of Death sequence from Monty Python and the Holy Grail). Anyhoodles, the things were Earrings. Green. And the song “Put your Records on” by CB Rae. Lyric bits are marked as block quotes.

Challenge

Music’s playing in your ears as you make your way slowly through the museum, keeping the perfect distance to make it seem to the tour guide as though you’re part of the group while to them (a class of history students and their teacher) you’re just some random guest that happens to be going at the same pace. The map of the place in your hand is filled with thin lines by now, indicating camera angles and “alternative” routes.

“And over here we have a temporary collection on loan from London…” the voice of the guide announces through a lull in the song.

He’s beaming proudly as the class oohs and aahs at the glittery reflection of the ornate Crown Jewels. Amateurs. Sure, the lineup of necklaces and crowns looks impressive, but the main items are merely very good replicas made to satisfy the curiosity of people who can’t make it to the Tower of London – the real deal’s safely stored there, only to be removed on special occasions when the queen and her family actually uses it.

However, some of the less impressive items are not fakes. Taking a place before a display case, your eyes fall upon a comparatively drab pair of earrings. Fat, pinkish pearls dangle from golden drops and ovals with a multitude of tiny, white gemstones. Yuck. There are tastier ways of showing off wealth in your opinion, but you also understand that sometimes it’s not about having style per se, rather about flaunting that you can have anything. What in your eyes might be ugly (or at the best of cases kitsch) is probably a blatant show of power because deep down humans are simple creatures that understand a simple language: rarity equals wealth and wealth in turn equals power. And those earrings are rare, no one in their right mind would make more than a single pair.

So why those? Simple. You got a job and the buyer was smart enough to wrap it in a dare, claiming no one could get their hands on that set of pearls. To top the whole deal off, the guy’s willing to do wire transfer but a cash bonus if the job’s completed within a month.

You have to hide a smile as you tug the map and pencil into your purse, slipping your phone out for a moment to skip a tune in the hopes of the shuffle finding something more celebratory for the way out of the museum.

It takes a few tries before you succeed, meaning you’re already back in the grand room by the time you return the device to safety and your fingers brush against something unexpected, causing you to pause in your tracks and glance around, but no one stands out in the crowd of tourists and other visitors. One peek into the depths of the purse’s enough to grant a view of an envelope made of special paper. Or parchment? A cold shudder runs down your spine upon realisation that someone must have gotten close enough to slip it in there although you always keep the damn bag close to your body, even tugged under the arm. Whoever it is…they are good. Too good. It’s as if every camera’s trained on you, like each and every single person’s watching even the smallest movement you make, sending prickly waves of tension to the back of your legs while every hair stands on end.

Forcing yourself to move slowly, you leave the museum. Following the most crowded routes home, you only check for followers a million times. Discreetly, of course, despite the increasing frustration of spotting no one in pursuit or out of place (as much as anyone can look that in New York) not even when walking five times around the block before finally letting yourself into your little flat.

It almost feels safe as the deadbolt clicks into place and you allow yourself to slide onto the floor. Deep breaths tasting of curry from last night’s dinner and book dust helps ground you enough to stop your hands from shaking by the time they pull out the envelope. Turning it around and around, you have to admire the cottonlike quality of the paper and the clearly manually cut edges that shout craftmanship to the heavens. The sender is loaded or makes his own paper.

By the table under the glaring light of a lamp, it’s obvious that the person hasn’t left any other clues on the outside of the envelope, forcing you to open it after a careful examination to avoid any hidden nuisances. You’re holding your breath as you peer into the folds, spotting a photograph which you shake out. What the…?

Trying to pretend that the image’s taken months ago is futile, but still you hurry to the kitchen and slam down on your knees by the cabinet under the sink so hard that you bounce painfully on the linoleum. It doesn’t delay you. Eyes sting with pain as you pull the contents out, scattering the bucket with cleaning agents across the floor. You slam a fist onto a loose board to tip it up, revealing the front of a safe nestled among insulation and rubble. Five beeps and a fingerprint are all it takes for your worry to be proven right.

“Fucking! Alien! Pissflap!” Each exclamation’s punctuated by punches to the cabinet door.

At first glance, the contents could appear to be exactly the way you left them this morning…but the Tiger’s Eye Pendant’s missing.

Maybe sometimes we got it wrong, but it's all right The more things seems to change, the more they stay the same

…

Making the right call can be hard in the heat of the moment, but you managed. More than a week since you’ve been burgled and your thoughts stray all too often to the future and the plans it holds to right the wrong, the only consolation being that the job you have to finish first will be a means to that very end.

Hanging upside down from the skylight, each movement has to be perfectly controlled to stay out of the camera’s view until you’ve reached it and slipped the screen before it. It had taken several tries to get the image just right, but the result was close to perfection. Close enough to get me some minutes. That’s all you need.

Moments later, you’re on the floor. Harness and rope still attached for a quick escape as you work through the hollow pedestal because gods know you’ll be screwed if you disturb the glass encasing the exhibition. Each movement tugs at the restraining tether and gnaws at your skin. You reach carefully through wires for the sensors and lights, the Stark “knife” tugged gingerly away in the palm with nothing but a rubber sleeve to prevent bloodshed. Gloves? Of course you wear them, not only preventing fingerprints but granting a safe grip. Without them your hands would have been slippery with sweat and even now there are a few drops running down your spine before they get soaked up in the top. There. You breathe in deeply a couple of times before unsheathing the knife and cutting through the plate where the loot’s resting. No normal knife would be able to do it and getting this tool had been expensive…but so worth it!

A few more breaths, then you can pack away the fugly earrings and your gear. Just in time, too, as you already can hear the night guard approaching. It’s with a minimal thought of remorse that you ascend, the gears whirring softly as you speed towards the fresh night air.

…

There’s a market for everything whether it’s illegally obtained tools or perfectly made replicas. Studying the simile glinting in the hand, you know that even Loki will have to look carefully to detect the fraud…especially after you’ve added the finishing touch on the back of the pendant.

Part of the bonus has been spent on that piece of work while the rest has gone into setting up your safehouse for a longer stay. You still come and go from your usual apartment, ensuring the façade of a student living there, but everything important has slowly been moved to the other side of upper Manhattan and after the last security measures the place’s close to impenetrable. And impossible to find.

Crouched by the coffee table, you go through the last plans. The private guards’ rounds must have been shuffled, of course, and will take a couple of stake outs to learn. Next, you’re certain that the Asgardian snob must have improved the locks on windows and doors as a pure minimum, leaving a reduced list of access points for a human to use. Question is if he’s considered something like a drone.

…

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song You go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans I hope you get your dreams

The cool air dries the tip of your tongue, but you’re too engrossed in navigating the toy through the chimney to care. Each foot of the descend brings it closer to the smoldering ashes and the thing can only handle a certain amount of heat what with all the plastic components, so as soon as it slips out from the fireplace, you heave a sigh of relief. Now comes the hard part. Orienting yourself through the little screen, the drone whirrs along corridors and through grand rooms in search of a safe entryway fitting a woman. Patiently, you ignore the shingles of the roof radiating cold into your muscles as the minutes tick by until you strike gold in the form of a bathroom window. It’s narrow but not impossibly so and you can’t help but laugh quietly to yourself as you use the flying robot to unlatch it and push it open wide.

Slipping in is simple enough, you only hesitate as you land on the marble floor because you hadn’t expected the dampness of the air. Every hard, cool surface’s laced with a fine condensation, but running a hand over the faucets gives a sense of relief that whoever has showered or bathed must have done this a while ago. It’s disconcerting though. Loki supposedly has a private bathroom en suite with his bedroom, so who would use this? There’s no hamper with laundry, no dirty towels or soaps that have been used. Nothing personal. Perhaps he’s got visitors? It’d surprise you. In fact, you’re almost willing to bet that an employee’s taken the liberty of using the facilities but either way, it doesn’t change the plan.

Silently slipping through the door, you know where to go and within minutes have the display in view from a position in a shadowy corner. There’s still a guard lingering, seemingly taking an interest in a set of blueish daggers. Move…come on…you want to finish the round and get some coffee. Silently willing him on results in absolutely nothing and you can feel anxiousness prickle your back and force you shoulders upwards and forwards. Tomorrow, you’ll need to find a massage therapist to knead the tensions away.

Finally, after agonizing minutes, the guy leaves, whistling a soft tune as if he’s proud of a job well done. At least it might hint of extra time if he lingers in other rooms too.

You’re about to work through the case the normal way when you notice the fault in the glass’s positioning and a brief examination leads to a broad smile stretching your cheeks as you place the glove covered hands on either side of the housing and lift it off – no alarms or boobytraps triggered. The exchange’s quick. A glance on your watch, and then you shuffle over to the nearby shelf with the peculiar knives. Stuck tip-down into a relatively common utensil holder it’s almost as though the eccentric collector only has them for show because he knows visitors might be awed while he himself doesn’t consider them of any specific worth although the blue flaring through the gunmetal-dark material is out of this world. Maybe literally.

It’s when you reach out for one that it shimmers out of existence in a familiar golden haze causing your heart to skip a beat. Cursing inwardly for wasting time, you turn to hightail it out of the mansion but nearly collide with the very same blade you were admiring, the tip now resting delicately on your chest.

“My little thief.” Finally looking past the weapon, your eyes meet Loki’s. “I had almost given up hope that you would come.”

Returning the smirk he grants you, it’s still a careful shrug rolling through your shoulder. “Been busy…but I guess you know that.”

It’s impossible to ignore the quick sweep his tongue makes along the lower lip as he looks you over, the widening of his pupils that sends a flutter through your stomach in anticipation. Never again, you’d promised yourself and still you find the memories begin to team up with the view of the tall figure before you. He’s in command of the situation unless you manage to escape. How? He’s the one with a weapon, its tip felt through the fabric like a pin-prick on the slope of your breast – the tiniest movement and it will be more than just a prick. How?

Looking up at him, you smile innocently to prevent any sudden reactions as you reach out for his free hand. He lets you take it, entwining fingers delicately for a moment before leading it to your face. A tender kiss in his palm, the thin cool skin of his wrist before you let his hand rest on your shoulder, allowing you to reach for him and gently nudge the knife-wielding hand aside though never letting go of the arm. You fingers trace the slender limb lazily, half-forgotten as lips brush along his jaw.

Banzai. Loki’s fingers lock into your hair, folding around the base of your skull to steer you, both your lips onto his but also your body trailing after him as he backs towards the centre of the room. If memory serves you right, there’s some kind of puffy bench or other which means that you only have until you reach that to incapacitate him. Why? I could just go along. Sweet temptation makes your heart flutter against your ribs and a heat pools low in you belly. It’s a dangerous game to play with someone like him and you had promised yourself last time that it would never happen again…just like you had sworn never to return to this place.

A quick glance verifies that you have about four steps before he’ll have you locked beneath him. Grinding against his groin with your hip, the reaction comes immediately in form of a groan and you pray that he’s distracted enough for a few seconds. With a swift snatch you manage to tear the dagger from his grip, brandishing it between your bodies with the tip pointed at his growing cock.

Breathing heavily, Loki’s aware enough of what’s going on to stop moving, his eyes filling with cold fury as he glances towards the alternative hostage situation. “What’s this? Complaints?” Somehow, he still manages to patronize you.

“Consider it a refusal.”

“You didn’t say no last time, my pet.”

He’s right, but you’re not about to give in again and let him get more power over you. “It served it’s purpose. No more.”

“Ouch.” Thin lips curl in a snarl. “It hurts my feelings….especially when you lie that badly.”

It won’t help to discuss past events with him (especially when you don’t want to admit the truth yourself), so you change focus to the situation at hand by ordering the Asgardian to let go of you. Something he only begrudgingly does when you add more pressure with the knife and it slips through the fabric of his trousers with a soft rippling sound as each thread is severed.

You should’ve seen it coming. The moment you step back, creating distance between the god and the weapon, he moves. A sharp pain races up from wrist to shoulder as the metal clatters across the floor, but you don’t have time to register where it lands because your aching arm is twisted behind your back and used as leverage to force you onto the floor with your face smushed into the green velvet of the seat. It smells of sawdust and a hint of camphor, but mostly it just grates against your skin.

A glint of light reflecting of metal captivates you, ensuring that Loki can use less power to hold you still as you stare at the dark grey-blue tip less than an inch from your eye. Shit. You can’t breathe. Can’t move or think. Only one other sentence keeps circling in your mind – unfortunately it’s full of self-deprecation rather than any useful ideas. Shit.

“Don’t mistake my indulgence for weakness,” the cold hiss explains, “letting you go last time was not a show of defeat as you very well know.”

The dagger moves out of sight, leaving you to stare one-eyed at a shade of green you’ll never forget anymore. Then you feel the prick at the nape of your skull. The cocky alien’s in control now even as he lets go of you and this time there’s nothing playful about the current predicament like the previous encounters had been. Sweat’s breaking out all over your body and you have to swallow hard to simply be able to breathe.

“So what now?” Your sneer’s partially muffled by the plush piece of furniture. “Gonna rape me, you sick bastard?”

He hits you so hard that you skid across the polished floor. Black spots dance before your eyes even after you manage to crack the jaw back in place. You’ve been hit before. Hell, it’s one of the reasons you became such a good burglar, but this tops it all and calls forth hot tears that spill down your face. You don’t care. You especially don’t care when he yanks your face skywards by grabbing hold of the messy hair and the freezing length of a by now familiar blade lands on your throat.

“Look. At. Me.” A spark within you wants to resist, but you can’t and your view fills with the emerald irises that burn with hate. “I may be harsh and cruel, but I would never do something like that to you.” He seems to realize what he’s said and adds quickly, “to anyone.”

Just more than I could take Pity for pity's sake Some nights kept me awake I thought that I was stronger

…

The world’s fuzzy and soft in the night by the time you attempt to open your eyes. It takes a moment to get your bearing and another one before the memories return and you sit up with a gasp. You’re back in your little apartment, but you have no recollection of how you got there. The last you do recall are Loki’s green eyes before a sensation of falling.

What did he do? Padding yourself down, it’s with some disbelief that you accept that you not only are wearing exactly the same as when you set out the night before, but there are no other injuries than a few bruises…excluding the deep gash in your pride. No trace of unwarranted contact despite the fact that you must have been completely at Loki’s mercy. Knowing that, you should be relieved. Not afraid. Not shameful. Not…filling with regret as if you had been the one to make advances only to be turned down by him. Messed up. Too messed up. Is it possible to get addicted to a person?

Frustrated, you push off the bed and begin pacing hectically through the small apartment, a scathing, internal monologue running on repeat to remind you of why it’s good you got away from Loki’s mansion without anything else happening.

…

Turning in your bed, you’re vaguely aware that the light has changed to soft grey tones - you must have managed to fall asleep after all. Tugging at the oversized t-shirt to get comfortable again, the feeling of the pendant against your chest solicits a drowsy smile.

…

You near a state of wakefulness in protest of the chill stealing through your limbs. Presuming in the sleepy state that you must have pushed the covers aside, you grope for it. Not covers. The observation flashes through your head and startles you to move quickly for the crevice between mattress and headboard for a knife you keep tugged away there, but cold fingers wrap round your wrists.

“Not so fast.”

Blinking blearily, you stare up into Loki’s face. The glint in his gorgeous, green eyes is mischievous, not unlike the curling smile that broadens as he takes in your exposed form because no, a faded t-shirt and a pair of panties doesn’t count as cover when he’s the one blatantly studying each curve. You see how his eyes darken, hear the shortness of both your breaths, and memories come flooding back followed by a strong heat in your womanhood.

Your attempt at speaking’s a helpless croak until you clear the throat. “Ch-changed your mind?”

The gaze alone could hold you in place as he refocuses on your mouth. Unbiddenly, you wet your lips that suddenly have gone dry.

“I do not deny that I appreciate your body immensely, but that’s not why I’m here.” Loki changes the hold on your wrist with ease, freeing a hand to caress your neck, your throat, before pulling out the pendant from under the cotton. “No…this is why.” Faint embers are reflected onto his cold irises. “I must congratulate you, my dear…your plan was not bad and had I been a mere human, then I would probably not have noticed the exchange.”

The weight of the necklace returns onto your chest, now cold from his fingers that begin straightening the chain. Each stroke ghosts across sensitive skin, sending goosebumps racing over your body and a soft ache warns you how your nipples are initiating a slow uprising against the t-shirt.

“Why d’you want it back? You let me leave with it!”

Your challenge’s meant to distract him from what he’s doing, but he merely glances before beginning to smoothen the fabric. “I knew you’d come back for it.”

“What?” The word pops out hard and mocking. “You think it’s more than financial value to me?” It doesn’t…does it? You’d meant to sell it originally, but then changed your mind and blew of the potential buyers without remorse.

“Pet…don’t pretend we don’t think alike, you and I.” Leaning down, Loki’s lips brush gently against your earlobe and his hair tickles against your chin, its scent of frost and camphor setting off a new shiver that heads straight for your aching core. “You’d come because of your pride. For the challenge. And deep down…because you yearn for something more.”

The Asgardian tugs playfully at your ear with his teeth, hands sliding along your arm and side before reverting and you feel your body betray your mind as it arches into his touch. Cupping your face in a large hand his lips meet yours gently before he pulls back, letting go completely although he doesn’t get off the bed.

“Please…” broken-voiced, you try to formulate what you need.

Light fingertips on your thigh stokes the burning need. “Tell me what you want, kitten. Last time you denied me my fun…what will it be now?”

“I want…I…” Loki stays within reach of your grabbing hands but doesn’t move towards you either. “I want you…need…please?”

“Are you certain?” His grip on your hip’s still soft. Too soft. “I’d like to reward you for the skill it took to swap the pendant, but you have to want it.”

“Just shut up and fuck me!”

Gentleness is obliterated by a bruising urgency as Loki takes over your body. Every inch’s kissed, bitten, licked, or explored with cool hands that booth bruise and soothe the burning traces. Every time you gasp for breath, his lips find yours to swallow each moan that the pressure of his thigh between your legs elicit. Not enough. He’s gotten you to the brink of bliss, but like a mirage it keeps eluding you and the feverish need for more’s burning you from the inside, leaving a hollow sensation that can be filled if only… A whine escapes your lips, warning the god as you reach for the belt buckle in desperation only to feel them snared and forced above your head.

He positions himself between your legs, nudging the knees apart. “So eager…” the growl’s guttural, nearly muffling the words, “longing for more…”

The golden shimmer’s visible even with half-closed eyes, but although you can feel his skin against your legs and arms as Loki repositions himself, your soaked panties still form a barrier between the cockhead as it pushes against your folds, and the old t-shirt insulates you from the chill of his chest.

“Loki…pleeaase!”

Arching against him, you feel the tremble passing through his body and for the briefest of moments it’s as though his eyes are red, but you’re distracted by his skin changing hue and the man, the alien, growing ever so slightly that his physique becomes impressively dimensioned. A scratching like claws diverts your eyes to the now blueish hands where darker talons have replaced the nails. I should be terrified. The logic’s clear yet simultaneously completely irrelevant as icy lips find the tender skin on your throat where they suck, marking a path spot by spot to your clavicle…then past…and as the V of the cotton obstructs the proceedings, Loki shreds it and tosses the scraps onto the floor without taking his burning gaze off your body now exposed beneath him.

“Little pet…if I hurt you…” He forces his gaze to your face, concern simmering in the darkness of lust. “If I hurt you or you want me to stop…say Laufey.”

The request itself is not unfamiliar unlike the word so you nod. “Mighty confident talking wh–“

You don’t get further because he kisses you again, forcefully, hungrily, biting your bottom lip as his fingers slip past the hem of the panties and delve between your soaking folds to the delighted groans of both of you. Perfect strokes mix with circles around the clit and entrance, often with added pressure onto the former that has you crying out Loki’s name like a prayer. Still, he’s got your wrists in an iron grip even if it clearly frustrates him.

“Belt,” you gasp, causing him to pause, “will get…get your h-hand…free.”

The curling smile bares gleaming, pointed teeth. “What a delightfully filthy idea.”

Not only does he use the belt to restrain your hands. No. The god also takes the opportunity to turn you around onto elbows and knees, allowing him to take place behind you. Claws trail your spine all the way to the elastic of the remaining clothes and you can feel it give way, sliding under the curve of your ass and exposing the glistening heat of your cunt. Then they too are torn apart. Cold hands slam onto the butt cheeks, forming an anchor for Loki as he begins to lab up your arousal, his nose nudging at your core with every movement.

Heat and tension builds within you, has you pleading for your god to fill you or let you cum on his tongue and fingers. Again and again, the bastard denies you release. Each time, he chuckles darkly as he has you watch past your own body how the strong hand pumps a nervewrecking huge cock languidly. The tip a dark purple with the exception of the milky pre-cum leaking out each time his fist passes ridges similar to those on the rest of his body. And all you can think of is how badly you want him inside you, to feel the ridges against the smooth walls, and you pout and curse when he returns to the ministrations that has his face glistening.

Balancing on the edge, you nearly scream as he pulls away once more, but this time his strong hands brings your legs together with his knees on the outside, and you gasp from anticipation and the thundering need at the feeling of the cool cockhead tracing your folds, each pass nudging further in until his manhood’s fully covered in your juices and he’s perfectly aligned.

“Don’t hold back, kitten.”

And with that Loki slides into your tight core, stretching you to the very limits which causes a sweet, stinging pain to heighten the sensation of each ridge that delves in and makes you shout with pleasure on contact with your g-spot. Gold shimmers, freeing your wrists so you can brace yourself.

“That’s it,” he growls, “ let me hear you.”

The rhythm’s slow at first, allowing some semblance of adaptation before increasing the intensity. And you let him hear exactly how you feel. Praises and curses mingle with your gasping breath, turning into groans, then shouts until he has you cumming with his name tearing from your throat in a wild scream as you plunge into the darkness of the abyss to drown in ecstasy. Every muscle seizes in your body, leaving it to Loki to hold you in position…and he does as he rams into you haphazardly before reaching his own peak and unloading like an icy flood inside you, stealing the last air from your lungs.

He doesn’t bother with pulling out, rather he tips the both of you, tugging you tightly to his chest as his form reverts to normal. Gasping for air, none of you speak.

Eventually, though, the peaceful silence ends, and Loki abandons you in the bed in favour of cleaning up and getting dressed the same way as when first you’d had sex. Pausing by the door, he looks back. It’s almost a déjà vu.

“I trust we will see each other again, my pet?” The lazy smile negates the questioning tone.

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Okay I love your Jotun what if headcannon but like 👀 how would that work?? He's 12ft tall 👀

Sigyn is one of the most powerful sorceresses in the nine realms, I’m sure they’d come up with something. Besides, have you seen his fingers? Not to mention what that tongue probably do. 😜

What If…Thor Was an Only Child?: Sigyn Cut

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Swimming Amongst the Stars: Jotun!Loki x Reader (NSFW) ***TEASER- a Pet Tiger Tuesday Addition

Summary: While vacationing at a mountain cabin, reader traverses the mountainside. Against warnings from the locals she goes where danger is sure to ensue. 

Warnings: Depression mention, Blood, NSFW

A/N: A Pet Tiger Tuesday addition. I am actually staying in a mountain cabin this week and gathered my inspiration from that and multiple works of Jotun!Loki fanart! 

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What was most shocking, more than his tattoed skin or his red eyes was his state of near undress. 

The man’s chest was bare and the setting sunlight glinted on his sculpted skin like fire reflecting off of a piece of volcanic glass. A white pelt covered his back, which was why I mistakenly thought at first glance he was a wild animal-- and I was not entirely convinced he was not. The pelt was held together in the front with flashy, golden medallions inscribed with ancient and otherworldly symbols. His legs were covered with the same white pelt as his cloak. If not for his sapphire skin and his black hair he would have been near invisible. 

I slowly backed away, fear gripping me. The heel of my boot thudded against my pack causing it to jostle. I knelt, stretching out my hand to grab at the strap, my fingers flailing frantically in the air. 

The man stepped towards me-- his red eyes burned like two ferocious blood moons in his skull. 

The pack would have to wait. 

I turned, dashing away, a prey animal desperately clinging to the hope of life away from the deadly predator. 

My hair fanned out behind me as if the wind was raking its fingers through it-- trying to pull me back to my destiny. I ran as fast as I was able, my arms pumping back and forth, my breath puffing out in a heavy mist-- a ghost leaving my body. 

I turned my head to look back, but looking behind me was a mistake. 

I saw the monster walking towards me as if he would not lower himself to chasing after me. What good would it do when it was obvious he was confident he would catch me anyway.

While my head was turned to analyze the situation, I tripped. My toes stubbing hard into a rock or stray root. I went down, bracing for the impact. 

The snow did not soften the blow from the jutting stone slab. A splitting pain ignited my skull. My eyelids fluttered as I tried to remain conscious.

Before everything went black, the beautiful monster’s face loomed before me-- swimming amongst the stars.

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