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mischiefmaker615 · 1 day ago

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Eye for an Eye

Summary: Loki does not like the idea of you being around potential suitors and means to erase any form of interaction you had with them.

Rating: PG14

Note: this can have a potential trigger, be warned! it's a hint but nothing graphic.

Loki shot up from his chair- sending it falling to the floor once you had finally returned to the library like you promised. He was quick to close the distance, his long stride barely allowing you to take a few steps more before his arms wrapped around you and pulled you close.

‘’what happens this time..’’ he whispered into your hair, feeling his body relax just a little bit now that you were in his arms but you could still feel the tension while his arms locked around your hair.

You squeezed your eyes shut, hating every bit of the memory you had to report but allowed the feeling of safety to consume your body once you felt the warmth and smell of Loki against you. ‘’he took my hand..’’ you whispered, your hands wrapped just as tightly around Loki while you felt him sharply inhale and speak slowly.

‘’what else?”

‘’that’s all.’’ you whispered, taking a deep breath.

‘’swear it?”

‘’I promise.’’

Loki’s body fully relaxed before he raised a hand to gently stroke your hair, placing a kiss on top of your head and felt your own body fully relax with his. ‘’alright darling, come on.’’ He said and took a slow step back, his hands taking their time leaving your sides before he stood tall before you and held out his hand.

You instantly took it and saw a gentle smile tug at his lips while he guided you to his side before you both began to walk hand in hand. After a moment, he even laced your fingers together while you both left the library and towards your usual spot- the gardens.

‘’Loki.. it’s a bit tight..’’ you gently reminded him, causing him to quickly glance down at your hands before he relaxed his grip on it, a sheepish smile flashing on his face before he looked ahead again.

‘’I’m sorry darling- it’s becoming a bit of a unconscious habit..’’

You gave a knowing nod before you fell back into enjoying the sights and warmth of the sun. it was always the perfect place to relax after your weekly stress event- the suitor trial.

Loki absolutely hated it. Once a week, you would meet with a potential suitor and spend a good portion of the day with them. It was stressful because it was unwanted- you wanted Loki. You both had grown up together and naturally had fallen in love. Yet your relationship had been kept a secret because you were to be betrothed to unite a realm, while Loki was not permitted to have distractions only with his title as prince.

Every suitor you had met, you had disliked. Even those who were actual decent, you knew who you wanted to truly be with. Screw your destiny! But it wasn’t easy when the whole fate of uniting a realm rested on your shoulders.. Loki was just as angry with this whole thing but knew the throne of Asgard also potentially rested on his shoulders. So, you both decided to meet in secret, normally the library but had to make haste to a more comforting location when you began to have panic attacks with your suitor’s unwanted touching.

It was never to serious, just strongly unwanted and something Loki very much had an issue with. They would normally have an arm around you, sometimes playing with a lock of your hair, placing a kiss upon your cheek or a hand on your thigh. After each suitor meeting, you would return to Loki with a report of what they had done, and he would bring it upon himself to spend a good portion of the day doing exactly what they had done to you.

Erase the memory with a good one. Loki ensured you felt his affections and his alone.

Today was no different and the suitor had latched his hand on yours. Thus, Loki’s iron grip never leaving yours while you felt yourself relax from the previous events this morning.

‘’I wish we didn’t have to live like this..’’ you sighed, your other hand gently brushing up against the flowers as you passed them.

‘’I wish your suitors weren’t left alive after you return to me.’’ Loki half mumbled while he brought your hand up and placed a protective kiss against your knuckles.

‘’perhaps a little harsh- you and I both know we have duties we must uphold-‘’

‘’touching someone that isn’t there’s yet is utterly unacceptable.’’ Loki said sharply, instantly softening his voice and brushing his thumb against your hand in his grip. ‘’..there must be another way to unite a realm..’’

‘’if you were king, I’m sure you’d be able to change those silly rules.’’ You smile at him, seeing how his lips tugged at the mere thought of having the throne- a dream he’s had since he was a child.

‘’instantly. And I’d have you at my side at all times, you’d may grow bored of me.’’ He teased, brushing his shoulder up against yours while you giggled.

‘’I haven’t grown bored yet, so I’m sure you’re in the clear from here on out’’ you smirked. ‘’unless you turn the whole palace green.’’

Loki raised a brow with a grin as he looked over at you. ‘’I thought you enjoy my colors.’’

‘’I do, but how else am I suppose to find you when you practically blend in with the walls at that point?” you laugh and lightly tug at his cape for reference- knowing Loki was notorious when it had come to hiding growing up.

‘’then don’t leave my side and you won’t have to worry with losing sight of me.’’ Loki winked.

‘’then I may get bored of you-‘’ you laugh and quickly squirm out of his grip to run ahead, glancing back before quickening your pace to find he was running after you.

‘’I’ll be sure there is nothing to be bored of Little Minx, you’ll be too busy’’ Loki threatened with a laugh before he caught you around the waist and picked you up easily with one arm.

You laughed and gripped his forearm while you kicked your legs in your dress. ‘’hope you never grow bored of me.’’

Loki scoffed and set you down, making you face him while his hands went to scoop up yours. ‘’never darling, never.’’

The suitors came and failed, sometimes you would use excuses that they were worse than they really were just to ensure your father indeed sent them away. The routine stayed the same and you would meet with Loki, sometimes staying in the library but only retreated to the gardens if you were having a bad day.

You had grown fond of Loki’s touch and your shyness would instantly melt away when the safe feeling would wash over you as soon as he was at your side. One day he would spend the whole time with a hand on your thigh- just as a suitor had. Other times he would caress your neck with his slender hands and his lips. Youd melt and flutter your eyes closed and would have to stop him from getting ahead of himself and going beyond what he was washing away.

At one point he would have to be asked to stare at your cleavage, just so you could have the mental image that he had been the one looking and not the ogling pig. It would affect the prince though, and you would often see the affect of your requests through his pants, instantly making your cheeks red but also with a sense of pride how that is how he saw you.

One evening, you hurried your steps to meet him, practically throwing the doors open while you caught your breath and he jumped to his feet with a start. Your cheeks had fresh tears running down them and he instantly was at your side, cupping your cheeks with his eyes piercing yours.

‘’what. Did. He. Do.’’ He asked slowly, more so demanding with a careful tone while your hands reached up to grip his wrists.

‘’it’s not that Loki..’’ you promised, knowing your maid would have done something if a suitor would have gone that far in a meeting.

Loki could tell that you were telling the truth and his sharp gaze lightened up ever so slightly but still held your face in his hands while he searched your eyes. ‘’what happened?”

You bit your bottom lip while you looked up at him. it was not your first, but it was something defiantly special taken from you. ‘’he kissed me-‘’

Loki instantly pressed his lips to yours, the force and suddenness of it having you back up into a book shelf with his body following and his hands still cupping your face. His eyes were closed, lips passionate with a hum leaving his throat. It was a rarity action, something you both rarely got the chance to do in fear of getting lost in passion and truly doing something you might get caught in.

To hell with it..

You kissed him back just as forcefully, your mind seeming to melt away thoughts and just fall into the realm of feeling while your hands moved to grip his shoulders. He only pulled up for air a few times, barely giving you enough time to adjust before his lips would brush up against yours and press into them lovingly and longingly- like it were both of your first times.

At one point you did need to breath and used a bit of force to pull against his chest before he pulled away. Your hands stayed on his chest while his hands moved to rest on your hips, catching his own breath while he leaned his forehead against yours, eyes never leaving your own.

‘’this can’t go on Y/N.. something needs to change..’’ he whispered.

You slowly closed your eyes, the lurching feeling in your chest coming back that threatened to spill out more tears. ‘’I don’t know how Loki.. it seems impossible…’’

There was a silence between you both, just holding each other while Loki kept his arms around you and his chin resting on top of your head. Your arms never dared leave him, wrapping tightly around his own waist while you pressed your cheek against his chest armor. You honestly wished the moment like this could freeze, how it could just be you both and nothing else.. no suitors.. no responsibilities.. just you two..

After a moment, Loki slowly pulls back enough to gently cup your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away any remaining tears while his gaze almost startles you.

‘’..i promise my love.. I’ll figure this out..’’

Your fingers gripped your dress tightly, almost white knuckling it while your nerves grew with each step towards the throne room. A guard and said your presence was being demanded in the throne room, and that could only mean one thing- a suitor had been chosen.

You would expect to see your father, alongside Odin to finalize uniting the two realms between yours and.. wherever this suitor resides in. would you have time to say goodbye? Was it to late to run? Or elope- no.. Loki might not want that.. there had been to much on his plate as it is, he seemed distracted lately whenever you did meet. At one point, the suitors had stopped all together or a solid two weeks and you weren’t sure why.. not that you would complain.

You rounded the corner finally that would lead you to the big doors- only to stop short so you wouldn’t run into the Warriors Three and Sif. ‘’sorry-‘’ you mumbled, giving a quick bow to the side while they barely seemed to notice and Lady Sif looking nothing but pissed as she followed the others.

They seemed to have left the throne room.. oh gods- what had happened??

Their cold shoulder reactions seemed to speed up your pace to the doors, not exactly knowing why but your body just seemed to act on it’s own. The guards gave a quick bow with their spears crossing over their chests briefly before they opened the doors for the throne room.

You took a deep breath, hesitating for only a moment before you slowly entered and kept your eyes low in respect. ‘’my king.. you requested my presence?” you asked carefully, holding your breath as you prepared yourself for the speech and your fate while you stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

‘’indeed I did darling.’’

You knew that voice as your eyes rounded and looked up with parted lips, taking a sharp breath while you looked up the stairs to see who was sitting on the throne.

Loki smiled proudly down at you, seeming to have expected your reaction while his golden horned helmet sat on his head, his full armor shinning and his cape spreading out at his sides. Gungnir stood proudly in his hand, using it as brief leverage to stand himself up while your eyes rose even more to stay on his.

He looked every inch a king, a proud one at that and your mind hadn’t even begun to question anything while his familiar smirk tugged at his lips and a sense of relaxation was upon his shoulders, like everything was as it should be in this very moment and somehow you could feel it too.

‘’I told you darling, I would find a way.’’

Your lips tried finding words, your heart racing while you blinked up at him and pressed a hand to your mouth while shock seemed to overcome you with the impossible sight before your eyes.

‘’Loki… what did you do?..”

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chevxyn · 4 hours ago

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WHAT TYPE OF LOVER ?

what type of boyfriend they would be!

various!blue lock x you.

note; i would say that this is a valentines (even tho it’s still the 5th) special.

COLD FOR ANYONE ELSE; GENTLE AND ROMANTIC FOR YOU, while he doesn’t look like it, he really is the most gentle person any lover could ask for. sure, he might curse out someone’s whole bloodline if they flirted with you, but when he’s with you alone in your room, he would kiss on your knuckles as he would compliment you over the smallest things you had done.

( KAISER, RIN, barou, sae. )

THE ONES THAT LOVES TEASING YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING, now this one, he’s sorta an asshole. he likes teasing you, alot. infront of people, he would tug the back of your shirt, making you stumble your ground, or he would even just look at you whenever you struggle to do something. as he would mock you on how he could do that easily. but he would know his ground and prioritize your comfortability more than anything.

( otoya, KARASU, aiku, SHIDOU. )

THE SWEET QUIET ONES THAT WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU, he is pretty quiet, he would not talk much, and you would be the extrovert in the relationship. but he really loves you, to the point that he would do everything and anything for you. of course, he does not like it when you are too far away. yet he would also need some space when he is not on the most positive mind. he is absolutely inlove with your backhugs, kisses, and your praises.

( nagi, NESS, hiori, kurona. )

THE ONE EVERYONE WANTS, BUT THEY COULDN’T HAVE, these are the gentlemen, as they would be the one who would hold your hand, opens your door for you, places gentle kisses onto your cheek even in public spaces, and he’s well known due to those same reasons. other people would tell you how lucky you are for having him, as he would just chuckles as he hears those words. because for him, he was the one lucky enough to have you.

( YUKIMIYA, loki, REO, chigiri. )

THE ONES THAT WAS YOUR BESTFRIEND AND ALWAYS IS, these ones is your bestfriend turned lovers kind. these ones is those who knows you to your lowest, he is your safe space. one of the only people that you can feel vulnerable with, you don’t mind telling him your worries, as he doesn’t mind with telling his, he is the one that would reassure you everything will be okay when something goes wrong, and is the one that always loved you since the beginning.

( isagi, bachira, SENDOU. )

©chevxyn

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lilmarshie · 2 days ago

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Loki Relationship HC’s

- Loki loves watching the stars with you

- He grabs a blanket for you to sit on as he tells you all about the constellations and various stars that are in the sky

- Loki helps you craft magical trinkets, along with artsy projects that are vivid and interesting

- He adds a touch of magic to each of your creations making them come alive

- Loki loves exploring with you

- Whether it be a nearby city or a faraway planet he loves going on adventures with you

- Each trip is full of adventure and surprises

- Loki loves having movie marathons with you, and, he enjoys eating junk food while watching your favorite movies

- He experiments with you in the kitchen making fun dishes and new creations

- Loki turns it into a fun competition to see who makes the best dish

- He puts on little magic shows for you to make you laugh and see you smile

- Loki has friendly sparring competitions with you on a regular basis

- It helps you train and builds your confidence in your skills

- Loki loves reading with you making the stories come alive with his magic

- He has deep conversations with you about all of the characters as you read together

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malvikareader · 21 hours ago

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@queen-of-the-avengers part 2?? I was really invested.

Whatever It Takes

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: angst, hating loki for what he's done, only one bed trope

Summary: You hate Loki and everything he stands for. He ruined a bunch of lives, and you don't want to hear some bullshit on how the mind stone influenced him. He knows he's not a bad person, and he has to figure out a way to prove that to you.

Squares Filled: “god, if only you knew what you did to me.” (2021) for @lokibingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

You take some puzzle books and shove them into your bag along with some coloring books and markers. Where you’re going is known to have spotty Wi-Fi service despite you having the best service, so you’re making sure to bring something to do when you can’t get online. The last thing you put into your bag is noise-canceling headphones so you don’t have to listen to Loki yap the whole time.

The thought of him makes you so angry. You slam your headphones into your bag and zip it up angrily. You’re more than happy to go on missions for the team, but you’re not happy with going on missions that Loki is going on. Even worse, you two are going to be alone for this one. This is a highly sensitive mission that can only have a couple of people on it, and they chose you and him.

You haul your bag to the living room where Natasha and Tony are waiting for you. Loki is still getting ready but he can take his fucking time. You don’t like Loki and you’re not shy about it. Everyone, including him, knows your dislike for him.

“Where’s the fire?” Nat asks when you stomp past her.

“I don’t know why I’m going on this mission. Why can’t you go?”

“You can hack your way through anything. Right now, we need that skill. I’m not a hacker. I kill things to get what I want. You sneak in the back door.”

“Okay, why does he have to go?”

“He’s a master of illusions. You’re the perfect pair.”

“Don’t call us that,” you roll your eyes. “It’s bad enough I have to go with him, but going alone? Why do I have to be alone with him? Come with us.”

“You know why we can’t. The less people, the better. It’s only for a week. You can handle being with him for a week. I’ll even take your next two missions for you.”

“Fine,” you sigh. “Let’s get this over with. Loki! Hurry up!”

Loki appears seconds after you call him with his bag slung over his shoulder. He knows you don’t like him. You make sure everyone knows it whenever you’re within close proximity to him. He doesn't feed into your dislike because that would only egg you on so he silently takes whatever you give to him. It’s cute how angry you can get at him.

Your anger is justifiable. After all, he is the one who fucked with New York and brought an alien race to kill humans. He took Clint and used him as a puppet for his own greed. He killed eighty people in two days. He’s the one who let the Dark Elves into Asgard, causing a war to be brought to Earth. He’s not a good person despite him telling you over and over again that the mind stone influenced him for most of it.

“Have fun, you two,” Tony smirks, “but not too much fun.”

“Gag me,” you roll your eyes. “It’s not going to happen.”

You take your bag to the car while Loki stays behind with Nat and Tony.

“Be gentle with her. I don’t need her coming back in pieces.”

“I’ll check in in a few days,” Loki chuckles and walks out to the car. You fit your bag in the trunk leaving just enough room for Loki’s bag. He heaves it into the car and shuts the trunk. “Give me the keys.”

“Hell no. I’m driving.”

“Darling, you’re a terrible driver.”

“No, I’m not, and I’m not going to let you drive. I don’t trust you behind the wheel with my life in your hands. I’m driving and you can back the fuck off.”

Loki could have won this entire argument if he wanted to, but he’ll let you have this one. If you two are going to be stuck with each other for a week, he’s gonna have to pick his battles around you. This won’t be the only fight and it certainly isn’t the last.

You two pile into the car, and you’re off. Loki turns to you to say something but you immediately turn the music on so you can’t hear him. Loki sighs and lets you have your tantrum, but he does want to talk to you. He lowers the music to speak but you cut him off.

“Let’s get one thing straight, shall we? We’re doing this mission together but that’s all this is. The mission. I don’t want to talk to you unless it’s work-related. Got it?”

“You’ve got to talk to me sooner or later about something else.”

“I choose later,” you smile sweetly and turn the music up again.

Tony is responsible for your shelter and he picks the worst fucking place on the planet. The motel he chose is run-down and old with the sidewalk chopped up, the paint in the parking lots is so faded it’s hard to tell where the next parking spot is, the building looks like it’s going to collapse any second, and the numbers on the doors are no longer there. Only a faded shadow of what was.

The inside isn’t much better, but what did you expect? The people you’re targeting are weapons dealers who choose places like this for a reason. No one would go looking for someone if they were here. Tony is one of your good friends but you’ve always hated his sense of humor. If you call him now, he’s going to say it’s a mistake on his part because there is only one bed. One bed that you and Loki have to share.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you huff out in anger.

“It’s only a bed, love,” Loki says and walks inside.

“I’m sleeping on the floor.”

“Be my guest.”

It’s already too late to do anything so you two get ready for bed. You grab two pillows and drop them on the floor. This isn’t going to be very comfortable but you’ll do it if it means not sharing a bed with Loki. After you brush your teeth, Loki prepares to take a shower. He closes the door before he gets undressed, and you glance over in curiosity. He hasn’t closed the door all the way so you can see him through the sliver.

His back is turned to you but damn, it’s a muscular back. He may be lean but he has well-defined muscles. Thor likes to show his off while Loki is more reserved. His pale skin glistens in the dim glow of the bathroom light, and you look away before he catches you staring. Yes, he’s quite handsome for a God. You’re not blind, you have eyes. No, stop it. He’s a bad person. He’s not handsome.

You shake your head and grab the top blanket layer on the bed to get comfortable. Your back is going to hurt the whole time you’re here but you refuse to sleep on the same bed as him. Loki finishes his shower quickly and quickly changes into silk pajamas. Of course, this motherfucker would have silk pajamas.

He walks out as he’s drying his hair and scoffs when he sees you on the ground.

“Really? You’re going to sleep on the floor?”

“Yes, now go to bed.”

“You can have the bed.”

“No, you take it. I’m fine down here,” you say stubbornly.

Loki sighs and doesn't argue as he gets into bed. An hour after the lights are out, you’re no closer to sleep than you were before. Every time you move, you end up knocking some part of your body onto the cold ground, and it’s starting to piss Loki off.

“Darling, come up here,” Loki finally says.

“No.”

“I will pick you up off this floor and tie you to the bed if you don’t get in it yourself.” If you’re being honest, the thought turns you on. He will make good on his promise so you stand up and transfer the pillows and blanket to the bed. You get in it but stay at the very edge. There is no way you’re going to be touching him in any way. “You’re being a child.”

“Shut up and go to bed.” You close your eyes to get some sleep when you feel his cold hand on your skin. Chills run down your spine but you’re not sure if it’s from how cold he is or if you’re turned on. You quickly slap his hand away before you get your answer. “Don’t touch me.”

Loki chuckles and lays on his back. An hour later, he can hear your soft snores that he finds adorable. Knowing he’s safe, he grabs your waist and pulls you into him. Subconsciously, you snuggle into him which makes him smile. He runs the back of his finger down your cheek gently so as to not wake you up.

“God, if only you knew what you did to me,” he mutters.

He has to find a way to make you see he’s not a bad guy, and he’ll do it for the rest of his life if that’s what it takes.

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latent-thoughts · 3 days ago

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Thirst - Chapter 17

Loki x OFC

Summary: Post-Avengers AU, where Loki has been sent to Earth on probation, to be a consultant to SHIELD and take part in inter-realm missions. Loki and OFC get stranded on a harsh arid planet after completing their mission, and their only option is to wait for a rescue. In the meantime, they run out of food and water. While Loki can survive without sustenance, she cannot, and she has to rely on a rather unconventional source of sustenance for her survival - Loki’s cum. And Loki is very conflicted about this. Thus begins an adventure for both Loki and OFC, filled with romance and some plot twists.

**This is a crack fic, with humour and some feels**

Despite the grounding and cuddlesome (as Midgardians would say) presence of Marie, Loki was unable find peaceful sleep. It was restless and fitful, and ultimately, it woke her up as well.

“Loki?” She rose on her elbow to check on him. “What’s wrong? Are you in pain?”

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divine-knight-hand · 2 days ago

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New year, new fic picks list! Let's just hope I manage to do more reading in 2025...

As always, if you read any of these and like them as much as I did, please reblog them and tell each writer how much you loved it. Let's make 2025 the year of more reader engagement. No more silent liking! Scream your enthusiasm at the writers if you need to!

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angelremnants · 2 days ago

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You're Banned! l L. Laufeyson

summary : After an ill-timed and highly inappropriate comment made during a meeting debrief, Loki finds himself slapped with the ultimate punishment—a strict sex ban put in place by you. And sadly for him, you’re enjoying his suffering way too much to free him from it.

pairing : Loki Laufeyson x f!reader

warnings : Mature (18+—MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT) Modern SMAU, established relationship, bit of sexting, dirty talk, sexual content, Loki being a horny and desperate little shit, bit of edging, sub!Loki if you squint, power dynamics, flirting and teasing, mild language. Proceed with caution if you're sensitive to such material.

author's notes : You know, I did have a plan to make a SMAU full fic instead of bits like this, and since you guys are enjoying them so much, I'm kind of really considering it now. I might switch to Bucky for the next ones—I'm still in search of an interesting prompt for him, so if anyone has an idea or a request, it is welcomed.

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angelremnants · 19 hours ago

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Okay let me start by saying this.. I CRIED. Literal tears. I know it must be because of the stress of life and all, but—“It’s all I’ve ever known.” are you kidding me?

I love the idea of mending his poor heart and taking care of him (in fact this is what I think about every night before going to sleep), combined with the fact that he's in his Jotunn form? Baby boy deserves the best</3

Also don't get me started on the hypothetical scenario where he's still in his Jotunn form and get sucked off on the throne. I need this to be physically injected in my veins plsplsplsplsplsplsplspls🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️

I know it's a detail that could often be overlooked, but I really enjoyed the way you described how disheveled he was at the end—idk why, it just did something to me, it would be a vision to see ugh

Anyways, all hail the sub!Loki army, I pledge my allegiance to thee and promise to work asap on my piece because it inspired me so much🫡💗

Worshiping the Masterpiece

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Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Loki’s lover finally gains the courage to ask him about his Jotun form. When he lets her see it, she takes the moment as an opportunity to help him do a little confidence building… by kissing… and touching… and praising…

Content Warnings: Sub!Loki (but hints of him being a switch), Soft Dom!Reader, themes of insecurity, [heavy appreciation of] Loki in his Jotun form, handjob in front of a mirror, lots of praise, no oral (but just a little taste of cum!), and explicit consent

Notes: (Prepare for lengthy notes with mushy sentiments! Hehehe!)

Happy birthday, @sarahscribbles!!! I’m still pretty new-ish to this whole tumblr-fanfic-writer thing, and I ended up gravitating to her as one of the blogs I look up to the most (specifically in terms of Loki content). So, happy, happy, happy birthday, Sarah! Remember that your community loves you very much. May you get lots of presents, cake, and Loki love~

This piece was written as a contribution to her Birthday Celebration. I originally started writing using some of the prompts from the original post, but I soon lost motivation, only to remember that I had this idea on repeat in my mind sooooo long ago, and it resurfaced just in time for me to finally put it to paper. So, I didn’t end up using any of the prompts, after all. Maybe someday I’ll finish what I originally started for this challenge and post it anyways. Maybe…

All in all, it was kind of refreshing to be able to write a fic about Loki. I don't really write about him as much as I would like to, so this writing event gave me the perfect motivation to just jump right in. So, without further ado, here we go!

Word Count: 3,547

Dividers by @cafekitsune

“Absolutely not.” Loki’s eyebrows furrowed at my daring request. “I refuse to burden you with that monstrous visage.”

Loki’s response to me asking to view his Jotun form again was that of pure terror. He sat next to me on our shared bed, eyes frantically avoiding mine. He seemed a lot more timid than his usual confident disposition allowed. His hands were folded over his lap, fidgeting out of obvious discomfort at the idea of me seeing him resemble a frost giant.

The first time I saw Loki in his Jotun form, it was an accident. He was taking me on a tour of the castle vault, and all was well until I was left to my own devices. I wandered around the vault, admiring the architecture, as well as the artifacts, when I found myself walking backwards into the stand that held the Casket of Ancient Winters atop it. Loki happened to be in perfect range to step in and catch it as I knocked it off its pedestal, at the cost of revealing his birth form.

Amidst the chaos his panic created, he didn’t notice me watching the way his skin changed, or admiring the raised marks that accompanied its cerulean hue. I knew Loki was born on Jotunheim–and I knew of all the trials and tribulations this fact created throughout his childhood–but I’d never even heard Loki so much as mention the possibility of having another form connected to his Jotun roots. This was new to me. He replaced the Casket and rushed out of the vault before I could even form the words to tell him how beautiful he looked. How odd…

Since that day, I was determined to see him change again. It was like an obsession to me, the way it was constantly on my mind. I had to see Loki’s Jotun form again. I just had to. Now that I’d seen it once, I knew there was a part of him that I wasn’t experiencing all this time. I felt that I was missing out on sharing something important with my lover, and that didn’t sit well with me.

There were times I tried to hint at it subtly, only to get confused and alarmed looks from him in return. I should have expected him to catch on. Nothing flies over the head of the God of Mischief. There wasn’t any point to beating around the bush anymore. I decided to finally outright ask him to change forms, and this was the exact reaction I feared.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that.” I asserted. “Nothing about you is monstrous. Nothing. Do you honestly think that I could love a monster?” Before he even had the chance to sarcastically respond to my rhetorical question, I beat him to it. “No, because I don’t.” I reached over and grabbed his hands in mine. “I love you, and I want to experience every part of you. Every single one. Because, I want to be able to love every single part of you.”

I could almost see the gears turning in his mind as he began to consider the idea. “I don’t believe you understand the true nature of my birth form.”

“Then show me.” I insisted. “Teach me everything I don’t know about you. Please… I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide from me.”

“You will regret this, love.” With a defeated sigh, Loki conceded.

He made sure to remove my hands from his before the familiar green flash of his seidr marked his transformation. My breath hitched at the sight of all the changes to his appearance.

His skin turned an icy blue, and his face sported markings in the form of raised lines. His eyes, formerly a similar blue, now watched me intently with a ruby red, awaiting my response.

“Loki,” I breathed, my heart swelling with the joy of finally being able to see him like this again. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

He quickly looked away, ashamed. “As sweet as your lies sing to me, please don’t.”

“I would never lie to you.” I leaned in and slowly reached out my hand.

He flinched at first, but allowed me to cup his face, the chill of his skin cooling my hand. “How do you not hate this?”

“I’ve said, already,” I smirked at him. “I love you, and if this is you—which I know it is—then I love this, too.”

“But, I’m a monster…” Loki’s eyes began to glass over with tears, but none dared to spill over his cheeks.

“No, you’re not.” I leaned in until I could feel the chill radiating off of his face against my own. “You were only told that for far too long.”

“It’s all I’ve ever known.” He sadly confessed.

My heart shattered for him. It wasn’t fair that he had to face horrible treatment just because of where he came from. Growing up, he was constantly dehumanized by his own father. Politics didn’t exactly allow Asgardians to empathize with Jotuns. Loki didn’t have a clue as to why he was treated so poorly his whole life until his adult years. No wonder he hid himself for so long. He didn’t deserve to live like that. Not at all. I was determined to make sure he would never experience that kind of pain again.

“That’s awful.” I frowned. “I promise you that I’ll make you feel loved, no matter what you look like.” I leaned in and pecked the tip of his nose. “I guarantee it.”

I brought my other hand up to cup the other side of his face before pulling him into a kiss. I felt him tense up for a moment, but a sudden chill on my back accompanied the motion of him wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer to him.

When he deepened the kiss, it was colder than I expected it to be. Every point of contact I had with him sent a chill into my body, but I wasn’t cold. It was a comfortable chill. It was authentically Loki, and I wanted to explore this as far as I could go.

He pulled me onto him in a straddling position, our bodies crashing together as my hands wandered along the leather covering his back. I wanted to feel all of him. Since he swapped forms, it was like I fell in love all over again, and I was once again kissing him for the first time.

I was ravenous, wanting to touch as much of Loki as I could get my hands on, but I was also careful, fearing what could make him uncomfortable. My worries were put to rest when I felt a light twitch underneath me, and my own ache to have him began to build within me.

As we pulled apart, I left my hands cupped around his face, slowly tracing his markings with my thumbs. He’s just so beautiful~

“My desire for you could drive me to madness, darling.” He breathed, a smile ghosting his lips. “I do hope you’re aware.”

“I am.” I softly giggled.

“That being said, I have to have you, my dear.” His voice deepened to a growl. “Just give me a moment to return to my usual appearance.”

“Wait!” I interjected. “Why can’t I take you like this?”

“Are you off your rocker?!” Loki fired back, terror creeping back into his eyes.

“Maybe I am,” I retorted, “But I know that I want you like this, and you can’t change my mind on that.”

He just stared at me in utter shock, unmoving and unspeaking.

As the silence hung between us, an idea slowly crept into my mind. “There’s actually something I’d like to try, if you don’t mind.”

Loki let out a deep sigh, the shock in his expression lessening.“If you’re absolutely sure you want this, then I’ll be at your mercy. But, the moment something happens to you-”

“It won’t.” I cut in. “Because I know you won’t let anything happen to me.”

Loki frowned in disbelief, muttering, “Your optimism is dangerous.”

I stood up off of the bed, beckoning for him to follow me. “First, I want to see all of you. Would you mind stripping?”

“As you wish.” Loki lowered his head, his seidr removing his clothes with a flash.

I let out a soft gasp out of awe at the view. The icy hue continued from his head to his toes, as did the raised markings in his skin. They decorated his shoulders, chest, legs, and even his-

I felt arousal begin to pool between my thighs at the sight of his ornate length. “Loki…”

He looked back up at me, clearly anxious for my response. “Is this what you wanted?”

I quickly approached him and cupped his face in my hands, kissing him again. “It’s everything and more.” Loki’s cheeks blushed a light purple as I took him by the hand and led him across the bedroom to stand in front of a full-length mirror. “Do you trust me?”

“I trust you with everything I have, just as I’ve always done.” He responded, and I just knew he was being genuine. I could almost feel it emanating from his words.

“Kneel, my love.” I softly commanded.

Loki knelt in front me, exactly where I placed him. I smiled warmly down at him, stroking his cheek before moving to sit right behind him, looking over his shoulder at the mirror.

I looked over his reflection, my eyes lingering at how he instinctively spread his thighs as he sat on his heels, allowing his semi-erect cock to hang in the middle of the sinful display. He was almost ready, and fully accessible to me. I felt my ache for him thrumming between my thighs, but I quickly refocused on my mission when I noticed that he refused to meet his reflection’s gaze, instead looking away from me and the mirror entirely.

“Look, Loki.” I lightly coaxed his face back towards the mirror by his chin. “Look at how beautiful you really are.” I dropped my other hand near his inner thigh. “May I?”

“Please,” I could see eagerness flash in his eyes as he glanced at my reflection before looking back at his own.

I began to lightly rub along his thigh, my heart fluttering at his resulting shiver. “I want you to see how perfect you are as you’re overcome with pleasure.” His eyes fluttered closed as he shivered again, and I paused my motions. “Watch.” I reminded him.

His eyes flew open at my command. “Yes, of course.”

“Yes, what?” I felt a proud smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.

“Yes, mistress.” He corrected himself.

“There’s my sweet prince.” I sighed my praise as I resumed my motion on his thigh, noticing the twitch of his cock at my words. I began kissing him messily along his neck as my hand continued to tease him. When I brought my free hand up to trace the marks on his chest, I noticed the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away.

“M- Mistress, please…” He let out a low moan. “Please, I need more…” A bead of precum gathered at the tip of his fully grown erection, which now began to shine with a deep blush of purple, similar to that of his cheeks.

I moved from his neck to whisper in his ear, “If you want it, then you’ll have it.” I stroked his face with my free hand. “A work of art like you deserves to be worshiped and praised.” I lightly nipped his ear. “And I’ve been blessed with the privilege to make sure that you are. Now, sit tight, my prince.”

I rose to my feet and moved, swift as the wind, to our dresser for lubricant to cover my hand with before returning to my original place with Loki in front of the mirror. “Tonight, I plan on fucking you with my hand, leaving your whole body on display for the both of us. I want you to see that you are no monster. You’re a masterpiece, and deserve to be treated as such.” I gave his shoulder a light squeeze with my free hand. “If you wish to stop at any time, you can always use our safe word. You remember it, don’t you?”

“I do.” His words were just above a whisper.

“Very good.” I kissed him on the cheek. “Then let’s begin.” I started to slowly stroke his cock with my lubricated hand, earning another shudder, accompanied by a contented sigh, from him. “I just have one rule for you…” Loki turned his head to look at me with curiosity before I softly turned it back to the mirror with my free hand. “You have to watch the whole time.”

“Ah- Mmm…” He let out a clipped moan before responding. “Yes, mistress.”

“Very good.” I slowly stroked all the way from the base of his cock to the tip before swirling my thumb in small circles on the head and stroking back to the base. Each time I teased the head, a small growl emanated from the back of his throat, only to crescendo into another moan when I stroked back down to the base.

I felt each of his markings against my hand with every stroke, and I wondered for a moment how they would feel against my inner walls. I felt arousal thrumming between my thighs again. Focus, damnit!

But, focusing was difficult. No matter how I looked at Loki, my eyes always returned to his elaborately decorated cock. It was as if I walked into an opulent dining room, only to end up staring at the shiny centerpiece all throughout dinner. It was the center of attention in an already artistic scene. I struggled to find the perfect words to convey these thoughts, so I kept my praise simple.

“You have such a pretty cock~” My words were a sultry whisper against his skin, accompanied by the kisses that I peppered along his jaw. “I can’t wait to pleasure it in every way I know how. Would you like that, my prince?”

“Y- Mmm… Yes, mistress.” Loki struggled to respond between moans.

“I would like that, too.” I peeked up at the mirror to make sure that he was still looking. He was. How obedient~

Not only was I filled with the pride of seeing him willing to do as he was told, but I also noticed the way his chest moved with each heavy breath he took, which it typically did when I dominated him. His breathing would grow labored as I teased him before he finally found the words—or word fragments—to beg me for more.

His hair also didn’t change. It tumbled down his angular face in its usual raven locks, the smallest of curls lying slick against his forehead as a sheen of sweat glued them there.

And just under it were his eyes. Though they shone a bright red, his pupils were blown wide with lust, leaving a sliver of red around the edges. Save for their usual blue color, his eyes looked exactly the same as they usually did. It was comforting to see that even though he changed, there were familiar parts of him to remind me that he was still my Loki.

Although, change is nice~ I thought as I allowed my free hand to roam his chest again, tracing the markings until I approached his hips. I reached down and began to fondle his balls, still keeping pace on his cock with my lubricated hand. His eyes were lidded as he quickly neared an ecstasy-born stupor. He used one of his hands to steady himself on the ground as the other wound into his hair, ruffling it with each pass he made with his fingers.

“Yes, I would love to please you.” I continued my earlier thought. “To worship you like the god you are. You deserve that. You deserve to have someone willing to offer you their service. Even as your mistress, I wish to satisfy you.” I sped up the pace of my hand on his cock, and a whimper escaped his throat. “You look so regal, my love. Do you see it? Do you see how, even as you sit bare in front of me, you still look elegant enough to sit upon the Asgardian throne?”

“N- no, mistress…” Loki’s voice cracked as he let out another moan.

“Hm. That’s unfortunate.” I mused. “Maybe someday I should suck you off as you’re seated upon it. I’m sure that would help you see what I see.”

Loki bucked his hips into my hand. “M- mistress…” His voice curled into a light sound that almost resembled a whimper. “Feels good… Feels so- Mmm… good…”

“It’s about time you felt something other than pain while showing this part of who you are.” I trailed kissed back up his neck to his ear before whispering, “You’re still watching?” I glanced at the mirror to see him still looking, just as I’d asked him to. “That’s my sweet prince. I’m so glad you’re heeding my directions tonight. This is all for you, after all.”

“Yes, mistress.” Loki gritted his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure before they shot back open as he remembered my command. “M- Mistress…?”

“Yes, my love?” I felt a small surge of concern rush through me. “Is something wrong?”

The soft whine he let out clued me in to what was happening before he even responded. “I- I’m close… Mmm- May I cum? …Please?” His last plea was no more than a breathy whisper. He needed this. Desperately. And who would I be to deprive him of it?

“Cum for me, my prince.” I purred. “You’ve been so good tonight. You deserve to. Come on, show me how your pretty cock looks when it’s dripping with cum.”

“Ohhh, mistress… Ah-” Loki practically screamed my name as his eyes rolled back, ropes of cum painting his thigh in a milky white.

I helped him ride out his high as his cock twitched in my hand, spilling his seed. Every time I thought he’d finished, he’d release what seemed to be another load with a roaring moan and a full-body shiver. I just kept stroking his cock while softly kissing along his neck and praising him until the last of it slowly dripped out over my fingers and he was left panting.

“That’s it, my prince.” I sighed against his neck. “You were so good for me. I’m so proud of you.” I finally let go of his cock and brought my hand to my mouth to slowly lick the cum off of my fingers. “Mmm, and you taste so good~”

“Mmm, darling,” Loki’s voice wavered as he took on a cautionary tone. “If you carry on like that, I just might grow hard again.”

“Then I’ll have no choice but to take care of you again.” I playfully walked my now clean fingers up his shoulder. “And again… and again… and again…”

“I like the sound of that.” He chuckled softly as our eyes moved back to the mirror in front of us.

I looked him over again, my eyes lingering over each part of him, almost as if my brain could take a snapshot his beauty. His hair was thoroughly ruffled, sweat shone on each curve of his skin, and his cock hung limply between his thighs once again, having spent its cum onto one of them. I watched as it began to slide down his thigh, following the raised markings before nearing the floor.

“You truly admire this, don’t you?” Loki’s question interrupted my thoughts.

“I do.” I answered without hesitation. “And I won’t be satisfied until you do, too.”

“You stubborn woman.” Loki lightly chuckled. “I will say, if this is the treatment my Jotun form entitles me to, then maybe it’s a sight I could get used to.”

I couldn’t keep back the cheesy grin my mouth curved into. “I’ll take it.” I crawled around him to sit between him and the mirror, holding my hands out to him.

He smirked and took my hands in his. “I feel compelled to thank you.”

I cocked my head in curiosity. “Hm? What for?”

He leaned closer to me, and I leaned in to meet him in the middle, electricity crackling in the air between us. “For loving the ugliest parts of me, and cherishing the things that I’ve only ever frowned upon.”

“Oh, Loki,” I squeezed his hand. “You take yourself too seriously. As soon as you stop criticizing yourself, I know you’ll lead a happier life.” I brought the same hand up to my lips to brush a soft kiss onto it. “Now, come on. You must be tired. Let me clean you up, and then we can cuddle for the rest of the night.”

“Of course.” Loki’s eyes conveyed a sweet sense of innocence… It was too sweet. He must have had other plans.

My suspicions were confirmed when he leaned in towards my ear and whispered. “Though, I believe I still have some dues to pay before we carry on with our night. Don’t you?”

I felt my ache for him quickly returning all at once. “Oh, you-”

Before I could finish my teasing remark, Loki had me trapped in another kiss.

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Use Me (Loki Love Story) Ch.4

Summary: Loki shows up at your brothel with an offer. What could go wrong?

Requested song inspiration: Use Me by Johnny Blue Skies & Dove Cameron & Diplo

Your stubbornness remained and you came out with a towel wrapped around you. He had left you to finish up your routine- yet with the anxiety of him popping in at any moment. He never did, so you felt like you rushed for nothing.

You weren’t sure why you were making all of this difficult. Men have done things to you before- mostly for their own gain. Perhaps its more personal because it was Loki- and the fact that you’d see him the next day unlike the other clients. It was easier to do things with the assurance they were gone.. but now you belonged to your client; the very client that sat in his lounge chair with a book in his hand and a towel around his waist.

‘’..will I be provided with a nightgown?” you asked quietly, feeling the tips of your hair dripping still with left over water while you tried not to shiver.

‘’I told you your clothes have been removed, what do you think?” he asked, not even bothering to look up from his book while he spoke with his casual tone.

You weren’t sure why you even tried, frankly you should have seen that coming. Looking around, you were unsure of what to do at this point and you were pretty sure Loki was ignoring you to drag on your uncomfortableness. Nevertheless, he ended up snapping his book shut, making you jump a bit where he then set it aside to lean on his forearms against his knees, looking at you hungrily as if it were the first time- and that he hadn’t just seen you naked moments ago.

‘’you’ll catch a cold if you remain in a wet towel, and I do not wish to have my sheets soaked.. not that way, anyway.’’

Your cheeks heated while you clutched the towel closer to yourself, daring to glance at the bed and you could have sworn it wasn’t that small a second ago. ‘’..I’ll be sharing your bed?-‘’

‘’were you under the impression you’ll be taking the study couch?” he chuckled and you honestly debated on it. If you were in his bed with you, you knew what that meant.. but that was the deal wasn’t it..

‘’wherever you’ll have me serve you my prince..’’ you said carefully. The faster and frequent stuff like this was done, the sooner you could leave.

This seemed to please Loki, earning a smirk on his lips while he stood up- the towel hanging on his hips with a prayer while he slowly made his way over to you. His height made itself perfectly known with the way your eyes had to rise while he neared, and you didn’t dare step away while you concentrated on breathing. Once he stood before you, his hands clasped behind his back and looked you over, your eyes so wanting to look over his toned chest and stomach while they kept on his gaze.

‘’you will need to figure out a solution for yourself darling. I am quite forgiving but angered quite fast. Follow the rules, and we will get along just fine.’’ He smirked and placed a hand below your chin, his thumb gently tracing your bottom lip while you shivered. ‘’I expect a result when I return.’’ He then moved past you, his side brushing up against yours harshly that made you catch your footing while the towel almost fell off around you.

You caught yourself before you could glare in his direction, watching him disappear into the bathroom while you wrapped the towel firmly around you. Little shit.. you hated thinking that of your prince- you’ve never thought ill will against him.. but you never imagined him to be.. this kind of cruel.

You supposed it could be worse.. mind torture may be better than getting beaten.. maybe not? You just didn’t understand why he just didn’t fuck you, pay and repeat. That routine sounded a far lot simple than.. whatever he was doing here. Was teasing you some sort of foreplay?

To your utmost surprise, you found yourself wet regardless and hated yourself. His eyes.. the way they seemed to study your every movement. His skin was so smooth and flawless, how you wished you could run your hands everywhere.. his voice- gods how you wished he could talk behind you.. his cock- that’s the one thing that had you shivering and your heart racing at the same time. It will be by far your largest, but.. you were sure you could take it.. somehow..

Right now you needed to figure out a solution to not break the rules by wearing any sort of clothing, or get his bed wet. The towel was already semi soaked from when you dried most of yourself- your hair will for sure cover the last inches of the dry parts of the towel.

The fireplace.. that should speed things along-

You quickly moved over to where it cracked and knelt down, rubbing your hands in its warmth first before you glanced over your shoulder. Loki was finishing his bath he didn’t finish.. you almost felt guilty.. almost.. he may be awhile, so you quickly drew a bath and unwrapped yourself. The thick carpet was warm and soft from where you sat, adding extra comfort with the fire. You continued drying your hair with the towel until you knew for certain it would do you no more good and set it aside.

Semi dry.. but still noticeable.. would Loki touch you to make sure? Run his fingers through your hair? Notice if a single drop of water was left on you? This was petty.. this was impossible.. what would he do? You didn’t know if you shivered from the thought or that you were still trying to keep warm but for some reason, the room began to grow colder.

You glanced towards the balcony but didn’t find the doors open, nor any windows. Damn.. you were freezing! Even this close to the fire, it should be doing something! You rubbed your arms and felt your chest getting affected by the frigid temperature. You quickly pulled your knees up to your chest, suddenly hyper aware of how naked you were but there was no way in Hel you were going to wrap yourself back up in the wet cold towel.

You had no solutions and you realized it.. he wanted you naked.. defeated, losing whatever game he was playing.. you stayed knelt on the ground while a arm wrapped to cover your chest while your other rested down with your hand covering your intimate area. This was humiliating and you shivered. Cold and scared. What would be the punishment?

Loki came back out with a towel around his hips again and a spare he was using to dry some of his hair. He stopped just two steps out of the bathroom and rested your eyes on you. His expression, you weren’t sure. You stared at the floor shivering, red faced and tried controlling your breathing.

‘’I’m sorry my prince.. I’m still a little wet and could not find a proper solution..’’ your words came out in a cold chatter, quiet and careful.

The silence made you dare begin to look up, to see if he was angry but as soon as you saw movement, you closed your eyes. Would you hear the whoosh of a belt? Perhaps him drawing a sharp breath before he would curse at you? Maybe nothing at all before you feel the impact of something.. and still, nothing.

Nothing until you felt a slender, smooth finger pad rest below your chin and raise your head, making you slowly open your eyes before they caught sight of Loki’s kneeling form, looking at you with a soft yet still, unreadable expression.

‘’how wet darling?”

His whisper came out clear and yet you still questioned if you heard him correctly. this god was a man of mystery and wondered if he was insinuating an innuendo or the literal state you were in.

‘’..m-my prince?”

His thumb rested with his finger, pinching your chin by having to repeat himself with sharp eyes and yet his voice still remained so soft. ‘’just how wet are you darling?”

You weren’t sure why your cheeks were red, tightening your arms around yourself while you tried to convince yourself you were meaning literal while you drew a breath. ‘’a little..’’

‘’soaked?” he asked, almost to quickly with the thrill in his voice that seemed to startle you.

‘’d-dripping my prince..’’ you whispered, feeling his hand leave your chin to run gently against your cheek before his fingers found themselves in your hair.

Granted you weren’t to bad, the temperature having somehow returned to normal and yet still you shivered. Especially when his eyes began to travel down to your covered form, making you shiver even more while he tilted your head back to expose your neck.

‘’cold darling? you cannot hide it from me..’’ he smirked, whispering against your skin while his lips rested against your cheek before ghosting the tip of his nose down to caress your neck.

‘’it’s f-freezing in here..’’ you tried not to whine, feeling your thighs press together while your mind fought between the growing pleasure and reality.

‘’I know, I made it that way..’’ he smirked and your eyes blinked at him while you bit your bottom lip.

‘’h-how- why..’’ you began but the tightening in your hair made you squeak, not to painful but enough for wanting strangely.. more.

‘’so I could have you just this way for me.. deliciously perky if I may add’’ he smirked and his eyes flicked to yours. You couldn’t even move your head but tightened your arm across your chest just encase by his comment. ‘’I knew you wouldn’t be able to find a solution and couldn’t pass up the chance to have you present yourself kneeling and naked.’’ He then chuckled. ‘’I so much prefer seeing you like this whenever I enter, perhaps I’ll have you do just that.’’ He smirked before releasing your hair and getting up.

Your hand left your intimate area to land in front of you so you couldn’t face plant the floor, now on your knees and palm while you quickly sat back in position and covered yourself while you watched him walk away. He was cruel.. he wanted you humiliated, red cheeked and submitting to him.. bastard.. gorgeous.. gorgeous bastard..

‘’come here darling,’’ he said and tossed the towels aside- looking dry to the bone before your very eyes and they widened at the sight of his backside while he pulled the covers back for him to get in. ‘’your punishment is over.’’

‘’..my punishment?” you blinked and felt yourself shiver while he slide into bed, sat up and arms crossed while he looked at you.

‘’I can’t have you chattering all night. Come here.’’ He said more firmly and your cheeks reddened while you bit your bottom lip.

Was freezing your punishment? Or the more humiliation that came out of it.. either way, you wanted to end both. Right now, you were guessing he wanted you on the other side of the bed, sliding in and quite frankly, the warmth of the heavy blankets was enough argument to have you trying to pull up enough courage to stand up.

‘’do not be bashful darling, it is nothing I haven’t seen before.’’

‘’m-most of me was under water..’’ you reminded him and stood yourself up, awkwardly covering yourself while you made your way quickly to the bed and got under the covers, knowing he had to have seen everything in that swift motion but the heat under the blankets made you forget the embarrassment for a moment.

‘’is that so?”

His hinting made you look over at him and question your own sanity. ..he wasn’t present when you got in the tub right? He only saw your chest.. unless he was referring to another moment- none you could recall before you began to get stalker vibes all over again. His slender hand took hold of your wrist, making you flinch at the sudden movement before you felt yourself sliding towards him until both his arms wrapped around you.

‘’you think too much.’’ He reminded while your eyes widened and felt yourself being turned around until his chest was being pressed up against your back and something hard pressing against your ass.

You weren’t stupid and felt your heart rate up but his arms just held you against him while his nose buried itself in your hair. Oh gods.. was this it? Was he going to-

‘’relax..’’ he whispered and still didn’t move.

His slow breathing became steadier and you half debated on if he was asleep or not. You didn’t dare move, but nor did you feel him move other than a few twitches here and there from his.. ya know..

No sex? Just some cruel cold torment and that was enough for him to fall asleep like a baby? You couldn’t go to sleep immediately, laying there in wait for the trick to appear, the surprise, the gotchu moment, but it never came. Eventually your waiting lengthened to the point where your eyes indeed began getting heavy, and felt yourself falling asleep soon after he was felt nuzzling impossibly closer.

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Conquer

Part 3 of 5

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: The king intends to take a bride. You just never thought it would be you. (Soulmate AU where Loki won)

Chapter Summary: Loki proposes a challenge and your plan goes very awry.

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

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Chapter Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, enemies to lovers, dirty talk, praise kink, edging, teasing, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, orgasm delay, semi-public sex, light Dom/sub, light bondage, sex toys, oral sex (see series masterlist for series warnings)

A/N: Woof, sorry for the delay on this chapter. It was surprisingly challenging to write and it took me a minute to figure it out. But it's here! Lemme know what you think!

Loki only calls you ‘wife’ when he has sex on his mind—he knows it gets you riled up.

He doesn’t usually break it out at the breakfast table, though.

“I’ve noticed something, wife.” His eyes are glittering in a way that always signals he’s up to no good.

You cross one leg over the other and try to keep your expression neutral, even as your stomach jumps and your heart beats just a little faster. “What’s that?”

His gaze sweeps along your legs, the corner of his mouth twitching like he has a direct line to your thoughts. “You are an enthusiastic participant in our marital relations, but you rely entirely on me to initiate them.”

He waits a beat and your stomach drops. In retrospect, it was a bit silly to think he wouldn’t notice this. Loki always notices.

“Now, why is that?” he continues.

It’s a question that you don’t particularly want to answer. You suspect that he knows this, based on the laughter dancing in his eyes.

You clear your throat. “Maybe it’s because you unironically use phrases like ‘marital relations.’”

He taps a finger against his lips. “Interesting deflection.”

“It’s not a deflection.”

“You forget, my love, that I am the god of lies.”

You press your lips together and take a sip of water. “Have you considered that it’s maybe a little challenging being the soulmate of the guy who took over the planet?”

You expect him to be angry: you don’t expect the spectacular eye roll or the exaggerated sigh. “Are you really still upset about that?”

You raise your eyebrows. “Are you really going to pretend it wasn’t a big deal?”

“You can’t deny that things are much improved under my rule.” The way he says this suggests that he’s had a version of this conversation before. “Surely you’ve seen the statistics.”

“I’ve read your propaganda, yes,” you say, idly poking your fork at the fruit on your plate.

He scowls. “It’s not propaganda, it’s verifiable facts—”

“Conveniently hand-picked by your PR team. That’s kind of telling, if you ask me.”

He takes a deep breath, like he’s about to go into a lengthy monologue that he’s tired of having to recite, but as he looks at your face, his expression slowly changes from annoyed to something more amused. “You’re goading me.”

You shrug. “I’m just calling it as I see it.”

“Lies do not become you, wife.” His expression is sharp, but there’s a hungry kind of approval in his gaze that makes your stomach flip.

“I rather think you’re enjoying yourself, your majesty.”

You’ve only ever used his title sparingly—it’s his equivalent of calling you “wife” and it’s generally a surefire way to ensure that you end your conversation either underneath or on top of him.

For a moment, it seems like one of those outcomes might be in your immediate future—there’s a familiar glitter of hunger in his eyes as his gaze drops again to your legs.

He licks his lips. “One of these days, I will put you over my knee and punish you the way that you deserve.”

An electric kind of desire crackles through you as you contemplate the logistics of letting him fuck you on the breakfast table.

“But not today.”

Your gaze snaps immediately to his. He smirks like he knows that you were expecting this conversation to go in a very different direction.

“Today I’d like to propose a little experiment,” he continues.

You regard him warily. “What sort of experiment?”

“As I mentioned earlier, the burden of initiating our physical relations has fallen entirely on me.” He takes a sip of his water. “I am putting that burden on you for today.”

“So, what—we’re not having sex unless I start it?”

“Precisely. And you’re going to have to tell me exactly what you want in order to get it.”

Your heart pounds hard against your ribs, but you try to look completely unaffected as desire and annoyance wage yet another war inside you. “And what if I don’t feel like playing your stupid games?”

“You will.” He says it confidently as he glances at the clock. “I’ve business to attend to.” His smile is entirely too sharp as he rises from his chair. “I trust you’ll keep yourself occupied.”

You bite back a scowl as he leaves you alone with your thoughts and a dull, persistent ache throbbing between your legs.

The trouble is that initiating sex means admitting you want him.

Granted, you have begged for him many times during sex. But it’s one thing to admit that you want him when he’s been edging you for the better part of an hour; it's something else to admit to wanting him without that specific kind of pressure as a motivating factor. It requires acknowledging a vulnerability, something you are all too reluctant to do around Loki.

At first, you think you’ll just give up sex for the day. Worst case scenario: there’s no sex. Slightly better case scenario: he gives in out of sheer desperation and you get to have sex without admitting you want him. The second scenario seems most likely—if you had to pit your sex drive against his, you would wager that his is higher. It’s simple. Easy.

Later, you will acknowledge that this was perhaps slightly delusional on your part.

The fact that you didn’t really take into account is that your body is expecting sex. You’ve been getting it on the daily—often multiple times in one day—since your wedding. It probably should have occurred to you that quitting cold turkey would not go well.

Unfortunately, that seems to be a lesson that the universe is determined to make you learn through experience.

It’s early afternoon when you start to realize that you’re going to need a different plan. The dull ache between your legs has not abated and has instead turned into the kind of specific ache that you know you’re not going to be able to take care of on your own.

And if this were any other time, Loki probably would have already found some way to get you alone and mostly undressed—his ability to pick up on these moods of yours is keen to an inconvenient degree.

But there’s no sign of him today.

You pace your room for a while. The ache between your legs persists and you know if you don’t do something about it, it’s only going to get worse.

A plan slowly emerges in the heady haze of your slowly increasing desire. You could probably goad him into getting you off once or twice—enough to bring your desire to something more manageable. It wouldn’t be the same as sex, so you wouldn’t be admitting to any kind of vulnerability and it would clear your head enough to give you time to figure out the rest of the day.

Later, you will acknowledge that this was a very poorly thought out plan and doomed to failure from the start. Right now, though, it seems like a fine idea.

You put on a dress that you know he likes—a flowing green thing that clings to your breasts and hips in an appealing way. You don’t bother with underwear.

You’re not quite sure where he’s meeting or who’s in attendance, but that doesn’t worry you too much. You’ve found that your new status means that people don’t often question you, which makes it relatively easy to wander wherever you’d like.

You find him eventually in one of the rooms on the first floor, accompanied by an array of important looking people that you don’t recognize. His gaze finds you almost immediately, though he waits for a break in the conversation to address you.

“Darling, what a surprise.” The glimmer in his eyes tells you it is not at all a surprise.

“Sorry to interrupt.” You give the others an apologetic smile before glancing back at Loki. “I need to speak with you privately when you have a moment.”

“Of course, my love.” His eyes darken just a shade and your cunt pulses in a kind of answer. “Wait for me in the library and I’ll be with you shortly.”

You give him a perfunctory smile and stalk off to the library just a few doors down.

You can feel the slickness building between your legs, the muscles of your cunt flexing and aching in a blend of need and anticipation. There’s a couch by the window—that will suit your purposes well enough. You sit down and wait, fidgeting with the skirt of your dress.

You expect him to draw it out as long as possible, but he must be just as eager as you are because he strolls into the room five minutes later.

“What troubles you, darling?” His voice is gently mocking, his expression infuriatingly smug. He knows exactly why you’re here.

“Shut up,” you say through gritted teeth. “You know why I’m here, so let’s make it quick.”

“Oh, that’s not what we agreed on,” he purrs, eyes darkening with want as he approaches you. “You have to tell me what you want.”

As soon as he’s near enough, you tug him down to the couch and straddle his lap, guiding his hand up your skirt to your bare cunt. “I want you to make me come.”

You’re hoping that your boldness and lack of underwear will throw him off enough that he won’t notice that you’re being intentional with your wording and leaving yourself a very tidy out.

“Oh, darling, you’re soaking.” He drags his fingers along the length of your cunt, carefully circling your clit. “Poor thing, no wonder you’re so needy.”

You sigh, your hips rolling with his hand. “More.”

“Needy and greedy,” he muses, sliding a finger inside you as his thumb continues working your clit. “I love it when you’re like this.”

He pulls you into a deep kiss, tongue pressing into your mouth, tangling with yours. You moan, rocking your hips against his hand as he slips a second finger inside you.

“You need me, don’t you?” he breathes against your lips. “No one else makes you feel like this. Even when you touch yourself, your fingers can’t quite reach this little spot the way I can.” His fingers curl, pressing hard against that soft, aching spot that has been throbbing all day. You keen, fingernails digging into the leather on his shoulders as your hips grind against his hand.

“Yes, just like that,” you gasp.

“You need me so badly that you can’t even manage a full day without my touch.” His thumb presses just a little harder on your clit. “And interrupting a meeting of global importance to beg me to fuck you in the library where anyone might walk in—”

You’re entering the final stretch right before your orgasm and you can tell that it’s going to be good—the pressure inside you is too intense for it not to be.

And then Loki decides to up the ante.

“It just goes to show how much of a slut you are for my cock.”

It’s like trying to douse a fire with gasoline.

Loki’s fingers curl again and your mouth goes slack as you let out a low whimper.

“I know that noise.” His smile is hungry. “You’re about to come for me.”

You nod, rolling your hips in time with the wave that’s rising within you.

“Let me hear you.” He leans in and nips sharply at your earlobe. “Scream for me.”

It’s like being hit by a hurricane. You are dimly aware that you’re moaning loud enough to be heard unless he’s been a gentleman and cast a silencing spell on the room, but your capacity to care about anything other than the euphoria flooding your entire nervous system is somewhere below zero.

“Such a good girl,” he purrs, as he works you through it. “So fucking filthy,”

You’d intended to make your exit quickly, but you didn’t bank on how good his fingers would feel or how easily he’d be able to coax you to another orgasm. You claw desperately at his chest, and he gives you a self-satisfied smirk.

“What? Another one so soon?” he says, his brow furrowing in mock concern. “Is your poor little cunt really so needy?”

“Don’t stop.” Your voice comes out in a whine, but you don’t care. You can’t care about anything other than the rising pressure in your hips and the way your clit is thrumming with pleasure.

“Oh, I’m not going to stop until I’ve thoroughly claimed this sweet cunt.”

“Yes. Fuck.” You hold your breath as your orgasm makes its final ascent.

“That’s it.” His eyes are shining. “Come for me.”

The second one hits you just as hard and then blends almost seamlessly into a third that makes stars burst behind your eyelids and your thighs tremble. You lean into him, gasping and panting as he murmurs more filthy praise in your ear.

But you snap back to reality when he reaches for the buttons of your dress. You need to move quickly if you want your plan to work and you know that if he manages to get his cock out, it’s all over for you.

“Shall I take you on the desk?” He slips the first button, staring greedily at the exposed skin. “Or against that window?”

Both options sound too appealing, but you’re not going to tell him that. You reluctantly pull away from him and stand on legs that are much too wobbly. Remember the plan. Focus.

For once in his life, Loki looks a little baffled.

“Well,” you say, making a rather sad attempt to straighten your dress. “Would you look at the time.”

His eyes narrow almost immediately. “What are you playing at?”

“Nothing,” you say brightly. “I just didn’t realize it was so late and I don’t want to keep you from your meeting.”

He catches on right away—you can tell from the glint in his eyes and the slight twitch of his lips. He seems conflicted about how he feels about it, though, which you’re not expecting. There’s annoyance, certainly—that was always a given—but there’s also a kind of hungry delight, almost like you’d surprised him a little.

Almost like he finds it…attractive.

You weren’t expecting that at all.

He stands slowly, his gaze traveling shamelessly up and down your body, bringing still more slickness to your cunt.

“You may come to regret this little stunt, my love.” His voice is deadly soft and you’re reminded suddenly of a shark considering his prey. “I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“Perhaps you should have negotiated more favorable terms this morning.” Your voice is calm and cool, but there’s an inferno of desire blazing inside you.

“I think I will particularly enjoy silencing that smart mouth later tonight,” he says, eyeing the open button on your dress.

“If I allow it.” You smile sweetly at him as his expression darkens even further. “After all, you did put that burden on me for today, your majesty. And I did only say that I wanted you to make me come, which you have.”

The look that he gives you is lustful in a way you’ve never seen from him before. Your cunt clenches tightly around nothing and suddenly the relief that you’d just found from his fingers doesn’t seem anywhere near enough.

And if you don’t get out of here soon, your entire plan will go up in flames in favor of riding his cock until you both collapse.

“I’ll take my leave,” you say, buttoning your dress.

His gaze trails possessively over your body. “Yes, you’ll want to rest up—I suspect you’ll be begging me to claim my prize by the time I return to our rooms.”

“We’ll see.” There’s no conviction in your voice and you can tell that he hears it, so you turn quickly on your heel and leave with a mumbled goodbye before he can convince you to change your mind.

This entire episode has given you new insight into why Loki is like this as his default. The control is heady and intoxicating and your head fizzes like you’ve drunk too much champagne. You feel sexy and desirable. Powerful. You think of him quietly stewing away in his meeting downstairs, plagued by thoughts of you and trying to hide it from the others. You think of him storming upstairs, control fraying, his cock rock hard and aching for you. You think about what he’ll do to you as payback for leaving him wanting.

The entire purpose of this exercise was to find an outlet for your arousal and clear your head; instead, you find that you’re hornier than you were before the library.

Your entire plan has failed rather spectacularly, but you can’t convince yourself to be mad about it.

The hours pass slowly. You’re not sure if he’s intentionally delaying his return or if he’s genuinely busy—either way, it does you no favors. You try reading, but you end up rereading the same paragraph and thinking about sex instead of following the story. As afternoon fades into evening, you undress and don a silk robe. The fabric whispers against your skin, only heightening your arousal.

The sun is almost fully set when you hear the door open and the heavy tread of familiar boots on the floor. You stay seated on the couch, staring out the floor to ceiling window, waiting.

“I suppose you think you’re very clever.”

Goosebumps spring up along the column of your spine. His voice is low and stern, his presence already commanding. Slickness floods your cunt in anticipation. You slowly turn to face him, your chin tilted up in slight defiance.

“I consider it appropriate payback for the gala,” you say.

He raises an eyebrow as he continues to walk closer. “And do you recall how hard you came after the gala?”

You mirror his skeptical expression. “Then wouldn’t I be doing you a favor by teasing you like this if it means you come harder later?”

The look he gives you is intoxicating. “You are disobedient and impertinent.”

You smirk. “And you love it.”

“Not as much as I love putting you back in line.”

You stand and walk toward him, stopping a few inches away. “Then why don’t you?”

He chuckles low in his throat. “You know that’s not what we agreed to, my love. The move is yours.”

Privately, you’re delighted that he seems prepared to continue to play the game.

“I didn’t take you to be so passive,” —you pause and lick your lips— “your majesty.”

Perhaps more extraordinary than the fire in his eyes is his stillness—save for the tight clench of his jaw and his sharp intake of breath, he is completely motionless as his eyes tell the story of a man who is barely holding himself back from his greatest desire.

“I’m a man of my word,” he says, finally.

You huff out a soft laugh. “Are you?” You lick your lips. “Perhaps I should test that.”

You pull the sash of your robe and let it fall from your shoulders to your feet in a heap. You stand in front of him, completely naked. His eyes devour you and his fingers flex against his thighs like he’s barely holding back from touching you.

“Still a man of your word?” you ask, your eyes wide and innocent.

The muscle in his jaw twitches. “Yes.”

You nod thoughtfully. “I see.”

And then you slowly sink to your knees.

You look up at him with wide eyes. “What about now?”

“Yes.” There’s a dark rasp in his voice and his fingers are tensed like claws against his thighs.

You’re getting to him. You love it.

You take your time undoing his trousers, letting your fingers graze against the hard length of his erection whenever the opportunity presents itself. You almost feel a little bad when you finally free his cock—he is desperately hard, the flushed and engorged tip already slick with precome.

“Oh, have you been like this all afternoon?” you say casually. “Poor thing.”

“Watch your tone,” he says sharply.

“I suppose that was rather inconsiderate of me to just leave you like that,” you muse, taking his cock in your hand and reveling in his sharp exhale and the way he throbs hot and hard as you begin to stroke him. “I didn’t realize you’d be so hard.”

“You are playing with fire, my love.” His voice is rough and husky with wanting.

“I don’t think it’s wrong to make you work for it.”

“You would dare to give orders to a king?”

You raise your eyebrows. “Am I not your queen?”

“My queen does not command me.”

Early on, you might have been intimidated by the hunger in his eyes and the sternness in his voice, but now you can’t help but find it arousing. Somewhere along the way, pushing him to his limit became like a drug and now you can’t get enough.

“And why not, your majesty?” you say, gently squeezing his shaft as you stroke him. “You tease me like this all the time. Isn't it only fair for me to have a turn?”

“I don’t need to justify myself. I’m king.” He says this with authority, but you can tell he’s fighting to keep his expression neutral. There’s a catch in his voice and his eyes flutter shut for a moment as his hips rock into your hand.

You look up at him again. “Perhaps you ought to,” you say. “Seeing as I’m currently holding your fate in my hands.”

He gives you a smirk that is entirely too confident for your liking. “I think you’re underestimating my resilience.”

You bring your lips up to the head of his cock, letting the very tip of your tongue brush against it. He inhales sharply.

“Am I?” you say, punctuating the question with a second featherlight kiss against his cock. “I’m not sure that you’ve considered all the tools I have at my disposal.”

He stares down at you imperiously and you return his look with wide, innocent eyes as you part your lips and take him into your mouth, slowly swirling your tongue around the head of his cock in a way that you know he enjoys. His fingers flex against his thighs and you hum as the sharp taste of his precome glides over your tongue.

“You are a wicked, disobedient tease,” he growls, one hand sliding down to cradle the back of your head. “And you don’t even care, do you? You just want to get those pretty lips around my cock.”

You draw back slightly to look up at him. “You could stand to be more flattering if you want me to let you come in my mouth.”

He chuckles, eyes darkening with want. “Is it not flattering to say that your mouth makes me forget myself?”

You press a kiss to the tip of his cock, letting your tongue flick against it, but not quite bringing him back into your mouth. “It’s a start.”

“You don’t know what effect you have on me, do you?” His hand strokes your cheek as you continue lazily kissing his cock.

“You certainly do your best to act annoyed with me.”

He laughs, a low, throaty sound. “Oh, half the fun of these little games are your attempts to outwit me. Chaos and schemes only add to my power, but when you are the perpetrator?” He gives you a long, hungry look. “That makes me rock hard.”

Your breath catches slightly as you stroke your tongue over the tip of his cock. “Keep talking.”

“I spent the rest of that meeting driven to utter distraction because I could not stop thinking about how good it was going to feel to sink my cock into your dripping cunt.”

You gently suck the tip of his cock into your mouth and release it.

“And then I come back here and you mouth off at me, strip, and get on your knees to suck my cock.” He hisses slightly as you tease the head of his cock with the very tip of your tongue.

“Are you going to beg for me, Loki?” You press a soft kiss against his cock.

“A god doesn’t beg,” he says hoarsely.

“But you could,” you say softly, teasing the tip of his cock again.

“You may force me to reconsider that notion, yes.”

“Do you want me to suck your cock, Loki?” you ask in that same soft voice. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”

There’s a beat of silence. “Yes.”

You intended to hold out for longer, but you didn’t expect him to say…well, any of that, really. And the other, less convenient reality is that your ability to deny yourself the pleasure of his body and touch is eroding well past the point of resistance. You’ve waited long enough. You want him.

You take his cock fully into your mouth and begin to move.

Loki groans, his eyes half lidded and lips parted as he looks down at you. “Fuck, you’re divine. I’m going to worship your cunt after this.”

You moan on his cock, widening your legs slightly. You slip your fingers between your legs, letting your index finger roll against your aching clit.

Loki stares down at you with a renewed hunger. “Are you touching yourself?”

You moan an affirmative, your fingers moving faster on your clit as you suck harder on his cock.

“Filthy girl.” His hand grips the back of your head, his hips jerking slightly. “After this, I’m going to make you come harder than you did after the gala. I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name.”

You moan again on his cock, flicking your tongue over the tip on every upstroke, making his grip on your head tighten. Your jaw starts to ache after a few minutes, but the little noises he’s making are so worth it. Your cunt keeps getting slicker and slicker under your fingers and you feel yourself starting to edge closer to your own end.

“Fuck.” Loki is panting, his composure completely lost. “If you keep—fuck—I’m so fucking close—”

You could be cruel and make him wait, but he’s so beautiful with his head thrown back and his green eyes fluttering shut against the wave of pleasure you’re building for him that you can’t help but want to give him everything. You hollow your cheeks and take him as deep as you can.

His hand tightens against your scalp and he groans deeply as his hot release fills your mouth. You swallow it greedily, slowing to a halt.

The moment you take your mouth off his cock, he’s pulling you to your feet and holding you flush against him, his mouth covering yours in a deep and slow kiss.

Something about kissing him seems to emphasize the building need of your own body. “Fuck me, Loki.” You breathe your plea against his lips, twining your fingers in his hair. “I need you.”

To his credit, he only smirks a little before sweeping you into his arms and carrying you purposefully toward the bed.

He sets you down on the bed and you expect him to follow you immediately, pressing his body against yours. Instead, invisible bonds curl around your wrists and ankles, gently tugging until you’re spread eagled on the bed. You barely repress a shiver as he kneels next to you. He means business and historically, that’s always ended quite well for you.

There’s a flash of green and a slim vibrator materializes in his hands. He runs the head of it gently along your exposed cunt, pausing just above your clit.

And it’s not until you feel the same invisible bonds wind around your hips to hold the vibrator in place that you realize that this is not going the way you thought.

As though he can read your thoughts, Loki glances at the clock. “Oh, dear, is that really the time?” he says lazily, his mouth curling into a sly smile.

“You wouldn’t,” you say, your heart pounding hard because of course he would.

“I’m afraid I can’t miss this meeting. Shouldn’t be more than an hour, though.”

“Loki—”

He clicks his fingers and the vibrator hums to life, close enough to your clit to stoke the flames of desire, but not close or strong enough to get you over the edge.

“I hate you,” you groan, rocking your hips up, searching for relief. “You are the worst.”

“Oh, I certainly hope your attitude improves by the time I return,” he tuts as he tucks his cock back into his trousers. “It’d be a shame if you had to wait even longer.”

“You said you liked it when I tried to outwit you.”

He chuckles, leaning in close enough to kiss you. “I do. I like seeing how clever you are and I love carrying out consequences.”

You scowl. “You’re awful.”

He smirks and kisses you, drawing back before you can try to pull him deeper. “Be good. I’ve heard that good things come to those who wait.”

“Loki—”

He casts one last smug look at you before turning on his heel and leaving the room.

He’s gone for a little over an hour, but it feels like an eternity.

The vibrator is enough to keep you wet and aching, but not enough to get you off. The bonds are comfortable, but there doesn’t seem to be any give that would allow you to wiggle out or adjust the vibrator, no matter how much you writhe against the mattress. Sometimes, the intensity seems to increase just slightly and you thrust your hips forward, trying to get more, only to have it diminish just as quickly.

It’s agonizing, certainly, but you know that the payoff is going to be nothing short of spectacular. And privately…you kind of like it, though you’ll never admit that to him.

You’re not quite sure if you should act relieved or annoyed when Loki returns, so you end up settling on a strange combination of both when the door finally clicks open and he walks in smirking.

“Well,” he says far too brightly for your liking, “have you learned your lesson?”

“Yeah, to check your schedule before I try something like that again,” you say before you can really think it through.

He tuts, lips pursing as he frowns. “Ooh, there’s that attitude again. Shall I leave you for another hour?”

You shut your mouth and look away, not quite able to hide your scowl. “No.”

He chuckles. “I thought so.”

He sits down on the bed next to you and runs his fingers along your cunt, his smile turning wicked. “I see that you enjoyed the little toy. You’re so much wetter than when I left you.”

Your scowl deepens. “Because you’ve been teasing me for an hour!”

“Teasing you?” He scoffs. “Nonsense. I left it running for an hour, you should be quite satisfied.”

“You know full well that you left it on the lowest speed and barely touching my clit.”

His eyes glimmer in the way that they often do when you've strolled right into his trap. “Ah, I see. So you needed something a little more like this.”

He places the vibrator firmly against your clit and the faint hum suddenly accelerates to a steady, throbbing pulse that immediately draws a strangled moan from your throat.

“And perhaps a little of this—” He slides two fingers inside of you and your eyes roll to the back of your head at the intense sensation.

“Oh fuck.” Any notion you had of acting aloof and cool has evaporated. Your body warms to him too quickly, too naturally. A casual stroke of his fingers has you arching into his touch, a whimper trapped in your throat.

“Oh dear,” he says, almost nonchalantly. “You seem to be reacting quite strongly. Are you sure I should continue?”

“Please don’t stop.” You say it all in a rush, like it’s one long word.

“Don’t stop?”

“Don’t stop. Please.” You whimper, your hips rolling so that your clit rubs right against the vibrator. Loki’s fingers curl and you arch as something completely unintelligible comes out of your mouth.

“You need this. You’ve needed this all day.” His eyes shine as his fingers thrust faster. “But not as much as you need my cock. You’re desperate for my cock.”

You nod, half lost to pleasure.

“You’ve been such a tease. Such a fucking brat.” The vibrator’s speed increases and you whine. “I ought to punish you, remind you who’s in charge. Make you get on your knees and beg and still leave you wanting for release.”

You whimper, now so deliciously close that you’re starting to shake.

“Luckily for you,” he says, “I have been thinking of you coming all over my cock for hours. So instead of leaving you wanting, I’m going to fuck you until you’ve milked every drop from my cock and you’re going to take it all like a good girl.” His eyes darken. “Now come for me before I change my mind.”

You don’t need to be told twice—you barely need to be told once. The muscles of your cunt flutter against his thrusting fingers and then your orgasm unfurls.

It’s spectacular, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure on every nerve ending, your body shaking as you cry out.

“There you go.” His gaze is hungry, roving over your body, the god of your undoing. He presses the vibrator just a little harder against your clit and you feel that familiar ache stir again just below your belly.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe.

“You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” He’s smirking, but there’s a flicker of awe in his expression, like he can’t quite believe his luck. “Once wasn’t enough for you. You need to come again like the greedy little slut that you are.”

The sparks inside you are fluttering and flickering again, until they catch and send you soaring back into the stratosphere. Your back bows and you cry out as you come.

You’re still shaking when he crawls between your legs moments later, peppering your thighs with messy kisses and spreading your cunt open. The bonds on your wrists and ankles release the moment his mouth touches your cunt and you bury your hands in his hair. You moan as he circles and sucks at your clit and his fingers thrust inside of you.

You look at him nestled between your legs, eyes glazed with desire and it almost sends you over the edge.

“God, I love your mouth,” you blurt out before you can think about it. “You’re so good at this, it feels so fucking good—”

You’re not sure if it’s the praise or his talent, but the moment you say that, your orgasm begins to crest.

“Fuck, Loki. Fuck, I’m gonna—oh fuck.”

It bursts like a firework and courses through your body like liquid gold, somehow simultaneously frantic and leisurely. You’re dimly aware that you’re moaning with every shuddering roll of your body, praising his mouth and tongue in a way that you know will embarrass you later.

“I told you it would be worth it,” he says after he coaxes the last shudder from you a few minutes later. “I don’t think I’ve heard you scream like that before.”

You don’t even bother opening your eyes. “Bragging is an unattractive quality.”

He tuts. “There’s that attitude again. You know, you’re lucky I didn’t deny you after all your teasing and backtalk.”

You look up at him, eyes hazy. “You like making me come too much to follow through on that.”

He chuckles darkly. “That mouth is going to get you in trouble, wife.”

Sated as you are, the name still lights that spark in your belly. “If you say so, your majesty.”

Within seconds, he’s on you, mouth plundering yours. Your hands fumble with the buckles and clasps on his clothes.

“Help me out,” you say, shoving his surcoat off his shoulders.

“What was it you said earlier?” He smirks and rolls you both over so he’s on his back. “Ah, yes: work for it.”

You scowl and tug at the fabric. You could just undo his belt and take out his cock, but it’s not enough. You need to feel all of him, need the heat of his skin on yours as he presses inside you.

“You are such an ass.” You yank his shirt over his head.

He laughs. “You want me so badly, you’re shaking.”

He’s right, but you’re not going to concede it. “You want me just as bad. You’ve been holding back from me all day and you can’t stand it. You're desperate to be inside me.

His gaze darkens, but he flicks his wrist and you feel the fabric vanish beneath you.

“Well played, wife,” he says, propping himself up against the headboard. “Now ride me and show me why you deserve to come on my cock.”

You straddle his lap, guiding him to your entrance. “Oh, stop it. We both know you fucking love it when I come on your cock.”

You sink down on him and you both groan. After an extended day of teasing and delays, he cock feels like it’s pressing against every aching part inside of you, soothing a need you’ve felt all day. He nuzzles his face against your neck, nipping at the tender skin of your pulse point. His hands map the expanse of your back and skim down your hips to squeeze your ass.

His hips rock incrementally against you. He wants you to move, to fuck him, and for a moment, you feel drunk on the power.

You brace your hands on his shoulders and raise yourself up on his cock before sinking back down. Your pace is glacial, designed to tease, to drive him wild.

But on the third stroke, he smacks your ass, eyes blazing. “I said ride me.”

It sets off something inside you and you increase your pace before you can second guess it. You catch a glimpse of a feral smile before he pulls you into a rough kiss as you sink back down on him. Your teeth bump against his and you nip hard at his lower lip, which only seems to egg him on.

You’re supposed to be riding him, but his hips are driving up into you just as hard, his firm grip urging you on. Your head tips back as the pressure inside you continues to build. His head dips to your neck, teeth scraping along your collarbone and then down to your breast. He laves his tongue over your nipple and it plucks at the winding coil of pleasure in your hips, your cunt squeezing tighter and tighter on his cock. You whimper and he takes the bud of your nipple between his teeth and tugs ever so slightly.

Your cunt clenches as you creep closer to the edge. He lets out a sharp breath through his teeth as he starts approaching his own end.

“Fuck—”

With a snarl, he flips you to your back in one fluid motion, draping your legs over his broad shoulders. His pace turns rough and a little frantic but he’s hitting a spot that makes your toes curl and your pleas turn even more desperate.

“Fuck—please, please, please—”

His eyes are wild. “Show me what I’ve been missing all day. Let me feel you come. Soak my cock like a good girl.”

His fingers find your clit and suddenly, the rising sensation within you is blossoming into something more akin to a supernova. His hips snap hard against you and the feeling inside you swells and then shatters.

You are vaguely aware that you’re shouting his name as you quake in his arms and your cunt clenches around his cock. Loki moans above you, his jaw going slack and his brow furrowing, his pace slowing slightly like he’s trying to hold back, trying to make it last.

But another wave rolls through you and he shudders and before you can think about it, you’re slipping your legs off his shoulders and around his waist so you can pull him close.

“Come for me.” You whisper it like it’s a secret and he kisses you like he hears. His hips snap hard against you and then he’s kissing you in between Asgardian words you don’t recognize and words that might be your name until it all dissolves into a long groan that he breathes against your lips as he comes so hard that he shakes.

It’s a long moment before he finally eases out and tonight he gives you a long and lingering kiss before he does. Your legs shake as you lie panting on the bed, listening to him shuffle around the room. He must be getting ready for bed.

You always hate this part. It’s not that you expect or even want affection from him, but sometimes it seems so…businesslike, so transactional. Surely it’s not strange to wish it could be something more, even though it can’t be.

“Sit up.”

You turn your head to look at him, fully prepared to lay into him for telling you what to do, but instead, you find him standing at the side of the bed with a full glass of water.

Something inside you softens just a little.

“Oh, I’m okay,” you say. “It was just really intense.”

He gives you a dry look. “Humor me.”

Any other time, you might have shot back a sarcastic reply, but there’s something strangely disarming about seeing him standing there buck naked and offering you water. And maybe that little ache of loneliness you felt earlier has made you a little soft.

You sit up and take the glass from him. “Thanks.”

He sits down next to you on the edge of the bed. “I’ve sent for dinner as well,” he says, absently tracing a finger along your spine. “It’s quite late.”

You take a sip of water. “Do I have to get out of bed for it?”

“So long as you keep the crumbs to your side.”

You wave your hand at him. “You can magic them away.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m not a circus pony.”

You give him a dry look. “What’s the point of having magic if you can’t use it to spoil your wife?”

He chuckles and presses a kiss against your shoulder. “Have I not spoiled you enough already today?”

“That stunt with the vibrator was pretty rude.”

He scoffs. “No more rude than getting off on my fingers and leaving me in a meeting for four hours.”

You lean against him and he drapes an arm around your waist. “You of all people should know that turnabout is fair play.”

You’re teasing each other, you realize. It strikes you as a quaintly domestic scene—a couple tangled up together and talking after sex. It’s…kind of nice, in an odd way.

Almost normal.

Much later, when he’s curled up behind you in bed and the lights are out, he asks a question that you suspect has been on his mind all evening: “What did you think of our experiment?”

You know there’s a reason why he waited until now to ask you this. You can hear it in the careful way he’s asking, how he’s trying to hide that little note of hope.

The urge to be sarcastic or sharp is suspiciously absent.

“Well,” you say, letting the word hang there in the dark for just a moment. “My legs still feel like jello. Kind of hard to argue with those results.”

It’s only when you feel him relax that you realize he was bracing himself for something sharper. The thought stops you. You’d never thought anything you said mattered to him like that.

“Perhaps it’s an experiment we ought to repeat.” He says it casually, but there’s a subtle note of hope that sparks a strange feeling of sympathy.

You nod before you can talk yourself out of it. “Yeah.” The silence prickles at you in a way it never has before. “Maybe Tuesdays, if that works?”

He’s trying to hide it, but you can hear the smile in his voice. “As her majesty commands.”

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