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🕯️🕯️A Spell for Summoning Loki 🕯️🕯️

Chapter Seven of A Mad God's Prey

King's End Presents: "Six Months Earlier"

You had set out the candles as instructed in a perfect circle. The pine resin incense perfumed the air. You had turned all the lights off in your bedroom, and now the place looked otherworldly and strange, moving with the flickering light of the six green candles. Each carefully etched with the runes of the Nordic God you intended to invoke. You placed a large mirror in front of you , and gazed at the solomn dim lit reflection.

Still, you couldn’t help but feel silly. Like a fraud, like some stupid little girl playing at being a Witch. What were you even trying to do? It’s not like this summoning spell would work- and it certainly wasn’t going to magically poof Tom Hiddleston dressed up as Loki into your one-bedroom apartment. You shook your head feeling embarrassment bloom painfully in your chest. 

To say that you had become obsessed with Loki since the Marvel movies started coming out was an understatement. Your sketchbooks were filled with drawings of him. Trying to capture that wicked wild grin, tracing the design of the Asgardian garb of the different costumes. It was weird really, how much you fantasized about him. Probably an unhealthy amount since you’d read every fanfic you could get ahold of before bed. Picturing his face as you closed your eyes to fall to sleep. Imagining it was his long, elegant fingers slipping into you as you played with yourself. Worse was that this little “crush” had been going on for years. YEARS. It didn’t help that when you did go out on dates all your checkboxes were based on stupid little quirks that Loki had. But of course, of course, no guy could live up to your fantasy of the God of Mischief. The Supervillain of the Marvel Fandom, that misunderstood melancholic Prince. 

So, you supposed it was really just a matter of time before you fully slipped into insanity and would try summoning the Nordic God. Who’s to say the Norse God isn’t the same as the re-branded, brother of Thor from the Marvel series? You shook your head, feeling absolutely idiotic. But when you saw the Loki summoning spell across your Tumbler feed of course you read every line. Your heart skipping with the thought of; But what if? 

Besides the worst-case scenario is that it wouldn’t work. You already felt like an idiot, and you already bought the candles and carved the runes. They were already lit for hell’s sake. You were completely alone in your apartment- no one would know. Just you and that silly time that you tried summoning an ancient Norse God who you had a crush on for fuckin’ YEARS. But maybe this would be what finally broke the spell. Maybe lighting the candles, chanting the spell, and nothing happening would finally be the last straw. You’d take down the posters, throw out your green clothes, pack away the Marvel movies, and go out with a real man and not be thinking about Loki the whole fucking time. 

You took a deep breath in, looking at the spell you wrote on the paper in front of you. You’d written Loki’s runic name in a circle around it and drew the stupid horned helmet in gold ink. You cleared your throat, having already called to the four directions, the sky, and earth, and now the last thing to do was speak the words. You breathed in again, settling your nerves. Trying to calm your stupid racing heart that kept drumming the thought; But what if? But what if? But what if? 

“I Call to Thee my King, I call to thee my ancient God of the North, to the Trickster, the Patron of Lies & Clever things, I call to thee Loki,�� you announce to the empty room. You say his name again, and again, and again. Thirteen times to be exact. There is nothing but quiet after- just the hum of your refrigerator from the other room. Then, something made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. You didn’t hear anything, but you looked around the dark room anyway. The candlelight threw the shadows long against the walls, making the room suddenly feel cramped. Cramped with things you could not quite see. But besides that- there was nothing. Besides that heavy feeling, which settled around you like fog. 

You licked your lips, the logical part of your mind still assuring you that you were just freaking yourself out. That nothing, absolutely nothing was gonna happen. Because in this world- Magic wasn’t real. This is real life, there’s no such thing as Heros and Villians and there’s certainly no such thing as Gods reincarnated as hot superheroes. The tension in the air, made thicker by the burning pine resin, distracted you. The smell suddenly overwhelmed you and had almost made you forget the last step. You held the paper where you drew the spell, kissed it, then put it over the flame. Fire danced up the page, slowly eating at the parchment. When it started licking your fingertips you dropped it onto the aluminum foil you laid out in front of you. The flimsy metal reflecting the lights of the candles. You watched as the fire ate the rest of the paper- and could have sworn with that last flame before it disappeared shone green. You held your breath, eyes down at the ashes in the illuminated foil. Nothing. 

You weren’t sure how long you waited, but your heart was sinking with disappointment as each minute passed. Till finally, you sighed looking away from the ashes and feeling like a stupid fool. And that’s when all six candles went out. A startled scream escaped your lips and suddenly your heart was hammering in your chest. The window was closed, there were absolutely no drafts. The only light was coming from the crack of your bedroom door, and that was just from the street lamp out front. It was almost complete darkness, and you tried not to scream when you distinctly heard footsteps on the wood floor. Right next to you. 

“Not many witches are powerful enough to summon me,” you recognized his voice immediately. Your heart pounded impossibly faster. “Certainly not witches from this reality. Magic dried up centuries ago here,” he noted, and the footsteps were circling you. Right along the edge of the candles. “Yet here I am,” 

“Loki?” you asked breathlessly, the dark still keeping the figure from sight. Only the horrifying silhouette of a very tall man which you were barely able to see stood behind you in the mirror. You gulped.

“Were you expecting someone else?” he mocked. Suddenly, a green light filled the room. Your candles had re-lit themselves, the flame emerald and dancing unnaturally tall. It was enough to illuminate the man standing suddenly in front of you. Even more handsome than you’d imagined. His raven hair was slicked back and shoulder length. The emerald light reflecting off it was the only thing that made it distinct from the shadow behind him. His nobel high cheekbones, the shape of those green eyes, his angular nose. That jaw, all of it- all of it even more terrifying and handsome than anything you’d seen of him. 

You must have looked dumbfounded since the man chuckled, then continued to walk around the circle you were in, his shadow cast unnaturally tall on the walls behind him, like a pacing panther.

“I suppose you’d be surprised since even I thought magic no longer worked in this realm,” he answered for you. You were still kneeling but scooted slightly to follow him, not wanting your back to the man. Even with all your silly longing for the God you knew he was dangerous. “So, human Witch- what did you bring me here for?” He asked, taking a seat on your bed and crossing his legs. You blinked, taken aback by his question. By him even being here. 

“What did I bring you here for?” You echo. Loki rolled his eyes, drumming his long fingers on his crossed knee. 

“I assumed that it would take a genius, at least a somewhat clever sorcerer, to perform this summoning spell. Is my assumption too generous?” Loki quipped, the annoyance not hidden in his tone. You squeezed your fists, feeling embarrassment flood your cheeks. 

“Sorry- I just- did not actually expect this to work,” you explain- feeling your heart clamor against your chest. 

“Clearly. So let’s get to the point- why did you summon me?” He reiterated. You looked at the lounging God, his legs long and a rather bored look on his face. 

“Well, I-” you shut your mouth, feeling the flush on your cheeks. You hadn’t thought this far ahead- you couldn’t tell him you’re in love with him. That would be weird- that would be so weird. Or that you had been obsessed with him for years. That, that really wouldn’t go over well. “Does this mean, you’ll do what I tell you too?” you asked dumbly. Loki raised an eyebrow, the stupidity of your question clear by how he was looking at you. 

“No. I’ll overlook your arrogance in assuming a mortal could have a God at their beckon call,” he stated dryly. “You can bargain. You can offer me treasures and trinkets, and I can consider assisting you in whatever trivial thing it is you desire,” he explained waving his elegant hand in the air. His green gaze slipped to meet your eyes as a devilish smile tugged at his lips; “I’m particularly fond of assisting with vengeance, or curses,” he added smugly. You nodded, one hand holding your chin in a contemplative state. 

“So I ask again, Mortal, what do you want of me?” You met the man’s eyes and felt your heart skip a beat. You supposed after everything, and the fact this worked, you’d die of regret if you didn’t at least try. You bit your lip, still kneeling on the ground, hands interwoven in your lap as you took a deep breath. 

“I want-” you felt heat flood your cheeks, and you had to force yourself to spit out the next words.; “I want to sleep with you.” You managed, your words barely above a whisper. Loki actually looked surprised, and the pause between filled you with new anxiety. Why would he- an actual, real-life God, want to sleep with me? 

“You want me to bed you?” now it was his turn to echo. You nodded, keeping your gaze down at your hands. Not having the nerve to actually look the man in the eyes after saying something so humiliating. 

“Stand,” Loki ordered, and you did so. The long black night dress you wore cascaded down your legs. The coldness of the silk brushing your skin, and the top of it low cut. It wasn’t actually that comfortable to sleep in by how tight it was around your chest, but the cut was so perfect that it pressed your boobs up, looking like they'd almost pour over the fabric. Of course, you chose to get a little dressed up for this silly magic ritual. 

“Give me a spin then,” Loki hummed. You finally looked up to meet his eyes, amusement gleaming in them. You blushed, but turned around slowly, feeling his eyes on you. Taking you in with a newfound interest. 

“So, you simply wish to offer yourself up to me then?” he mused aloud when you had come full circle. You nodded, biting your lip nervously. “To use however I might? For my own pleasure?” he pressed, his gaze playful and a smirk clear on that impossibly handsome face. 

“Yes,” you admit. Your hands fidgeting in front of you. Loki stood up, walking to the edge of the candles. His height towering above you. 

“This sounds almost too good to be true,” he noted, a hunger in his eyes as they roamed over you. “You wouldn’t be trying to trick the God of Lies, would you? You do make quite tempting bait, I must admit,” he mused. You held his gaze, stepping forward. 

“No, I just want you,” you say honestly. “Nothing else,” you breathe. Loki’s brow raised and reached a hand towards you. Then stopped at the barrier of the circle, as if an invisible wall rose up from the candles that encircled you. 

“Curious,” he hummed to himself, the smile still on his lips. He let his hand fall back down, and he stepped away. “Well, I’ll allow you to try and convince me.” Your heart pounded in your chest as he sat back down on the bed looking at you expectantly. 

“You’ll have to come out of that circle though my Darling, it would be a feat to touch me from there,” he purred. You licked your lips, feeling your whole body pulsing with excitement. The rational part of your mind reeling, telling you this must be some dream. Some amazingly vivid dream, and you planned to take full advantage of. You stepped out of the circle, and the candles flared up around you suddenly. It startled you but they went back down after a moment. Loki didn’t look surprised in the least, he just kept his eyes on you inquisitively. 

You knelt before him, his legs already spread, and the smile was growing as he saw your gaze fall to the place between them. You looked up at him, your heart racing. 

“May I?” you ask. Loki grinned, flashing his teeth. 

“You want to suck my cock litle Mortal?” he asked, and your cheeks burned with shame. 

“Yes,” you admit. He chuckled, leaning forward and running his hand through your hair, his palm resting on your cheek. Just his touch made warmth pool in your core. 

“If you truly want to do such a lewd things, then you should be able to ask me properly hmm?” Loki teased, his thumb brushing over your lip. You’re breath hitched, any modesty you might have pretended to have abandoned at the sight of him. 

“Please Loki,” you say, “my King,” you add politely resting your hands on the top of his inner thigh, “Will you please let me suck your cock?” you ask, keeping his gaze. A smugness set in his features, and you knew stroking his ego worked. His thumb dipped into your parted lips and you sucked on it, feeling it graze over your tongue, and were suddenly aware of how outrageously wet you'd already become beneath the dress. 

“I’ll allow it,” he agreed, popping his thumb out of your mouth. You smiled, reaching out to unlace his trousers. You were surprised and delighted to feel he was already hard beneath the clothes. You pulled out his throbbing cock, impressively large and hot to the touch. Your mouth watered as you looked at it. Unbelieving of the fantasy you found yourself in. Not wanting to waste even a moment you started to kiss it, up and down the shaft, letting your tongue slide up along it winning a stiffled moan from the God. You smiled slipping your mouth over it as you sucked the head, pumping the shaft and feeling him filling your mouth. Bobbing against the back of your throat. You couldn't believe that even with it so deep you weren’t even taking him in by half.

“What a surprise you are,” Loki growled, his hands guiding the back of your head. Gentle, undemanding. “The last thing I expected was to find such a wanton slut,” he thought aloud. Slut. The word almost stung. You wanted to protest at that, to say you would never normally do this- it was just because, well because it was him. But even then there was some truth to it, you loved sex. Sure you never kept a partner for long, since no one quite lived up to your expectations. But when you had sex, that was one of the best parts. The part that kept you going out on all those dates. To find someone that piqued your interest. Even if it was just for a night. You thought about all this as you continued to suck him off, at least feeling reassured that you had gotten so many compliments on your head in the past. Hoping that it would be worthy enough for a God. 

“By the Fates,” Loki breathed, and his fingers digging into your hair, holding you steady as his cock pushed deeper down your throat. “Quite the talent,” he noted. Even though you couldn’t breathe you felt a well of pride. Happy that you were pleasing him so. When his grip loosened you sputtered up for air, breathing rapidly. Loki’s green eyes settled on you, looking at those pink lips, wet from the good work you’d been doing. There was a hunger in his eyes as he leaned forward, kissing you. 

For some reason, the act took you aback. His lips were cold, but eager, pressing on yours as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You moaned, feeling a flood of lust erupt at the kiss and race down your whole body. Your hands cupped his face, kissing him back. His mouth intoxicating. He was certainly the best kisser, by far, you’d had. 

“Such a thirsty thing aren’t you?” Loki observed as he finally pulled away. Your brows were knitted, chest rising and falling as your heart hammered relentlessly in your chest. “Want me to fuck you then?” You nodded. Your hand still gripping his cock, running your fingers back and forth over the head. 

“Yes,” you breathe, thinking back to earlier. “Please Loki, please will you be so kind as to fuck me?” you begged, playing with his hard dick. You felt it twitch in your hands and the emerald-eyed God devoured you with his gaze. The lust now full force in his own being. 

“How could I refuse such a pretty little thing like you?” He teased. You quickly got to your feet, wasting no time as you straddled him. Brushing your wet cunt up against his length. The sensation caused you to whimper slightly, wrapping your arms around him. Loki laughed, and you could feel the sound reverberating in his broad chest. 

“So very impatient Darling,” Loki noted, his face now so close to your own. You kissed him, letting his cock slide up and down the opening of your stupidly wet pussy. Loki’s brows knitted as the restraint was clear on his own handsome features. 

“Please Loki,” you whimper breathlessly in his ear. “Please Loki, won’t you fuck me?” you ask again for the final permission. Loki growled, his hands gripping your ass as he pushed himself inside you causing you to moan. The feeling of it absolutely divine. You arch your back, adjusting to his size as you slowly begin to bounce on his cock. 

“Vallhal,” Loki swore under his breath. His hips were alreacy rythmeicly timed with the grip of your ass. You had started out by fucking him, but by the way he was holding you, guiding you on his lap, he was certinley the one using you. You were already so close to climaxing, and when the God’s fluttering eyes found yours and he kissed you fireworks erupted in your cunt. The orgasm was insane, sending each nerve ending into overload as Loki still relentlessly bounced you up and down his thick cock. You were crying out- the moan strangled and full of shock. Lust dripping from every breath you tried despreatly to calm your body. Which was riding wave after wave of pleasure.

 When you finally quited down a bit, your pussy was still pulsing, almost painfully as he kept fucking you. You had lost yourself so completely you didn’t realize Loki was grinning at you ear to ear. 

“My, my,” he teased, then leaned in to growl in your ear; “Wherever was such a treasure like you doing hiding here?” You went to respond but he slammed your ass down on his cock, and you sputtered in response. Your whole body still recovering from the senseation overload, and this was becoming to much. 

“Please Loki,” you whimper in his ear, “please cum in me,” you beg wanting him to finish. As much as you were loving every seconed of it you felt like your heart might actually give out. Loki grinned, fucking you faster, earning whimper after whimper from you and he kept at it. Till finally you felt him spill into you. The senseation unlike any you’d ever felt. He had wrapped is arms tight around you when he climaxed too, almost crushing you as he breathed hard into your chest. His deep voice ragged. 

It was a long momment, of both of you relearning how to breath till he finally loosened his grip around your waist. You sat on him, with his softening dick still inside you as long as you could. Not wanting this to end. The God didn’t seem to want to move either, and instead a quite settled in around the two of you. Warm and hazy in the afterglow of sex. 

Loki reached his hand to your cheek, brushing a stray hair away as his eyes took in your face. Drinking in your features with a smile tugging at his lips. 

“You, my Darling, can summon me anytime you wish,” 

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