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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years ago

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The Handmaiden🌹8

Warnings: eventual dark elements ~ nonconsensual sex, blow job, fingering, (tags to be added as fic continues)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: Princess Madeline has left her homeland to marry a king. On her journey, she has brought her most trusted handmaiden. Little do either of them know how perilous their new home will be.

Note: So I got to this series as well but at this juncture I only have Syster chapters done from here on out. I’ll be doing my best to bounce around but for the day, we return to King Sneke.

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When your heart stopped racing, you tried to leave but Steven’s arm wrapped around you and he held you close. You felt him getting hard against your leg and you shuddered. You couldn’t do it again. You already felt disgusting. Then he touched you between your legs. That heat returned in an instant as he fingers began to pluck it from you.

It wasn’t long before he was atop you. This time, he looked you in the face and his patience was less than before. It didn’t hurt in the same way but nonetheless it was uncomfortable. And nonetheless, you came. He followed shortly and lingered inside you as he crushed you beneath him.

“You like it,” He whispered. “I can tell. Your body… tells me.”

You turned your head and stared at the end of the bed. He grabbed your chin and tilted his hips so he stabbed you sharply. You murmured and he smiled. He brushed his nose against yours as he spoke.

“I want you tomorrow. Just the same. Go to the room and I’ll find you there.” He squeezed your jaw before he pushed himself off you.

You sat up slowly, waiting for him to push you back down. He didn’t. He got up and strolled away to the bath chamber. You watched his bare ass as he disappeared before you could stand. You heard water splash then he returned with a damp rag. He handed it to you.

“Clean yourself,” He said. “As much as I like the thought of you walking around with me all over you.”

You took it and wiped between your legs and along your thighs. He told you to dump it in the chamber pot as he laid out on the bed. He watched you dress and you stood up straight as you tried to smooth the front of your gown. He purred as he propped himself up on his elbow.

“I’ve changed my mind. When Madeline dismisses you tomorrow, you will come to me. Here, in my receiving chamber,” He demanded. “I don’t think I can wait a whole day.”

You bowed your head and recited a grim “your majesty.”

“You may go,” He said. “Oh, but…” He stopped you before you could obey. “If you think to tell my wife, I won’t stop you, only warn you it will be worse for you than me. Oh, and surely worse for her. Because I won’t stop and I will make certain she knows it.”

You gulped and he waved you on. You flitted into the passage and prayed he did not call to you before you were gone. He didn’t though you didn’t feel free of him at all. He was the tingle along your thighs. The revulsion brewing in your stomach. He loomed in the shadows of the corridors and whispered through the drafty corridors.

You knew you could not escape him.

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Madeline woke with a frown. She was pale and claimed there was some unseen spike lodged in her skull. You powdered her face and twined her hair beneath a headdress of braided silk. Your hands were unsteady. You could hear the king’s words in your head. ‘I can’t wait a whole day’.

The queen was to lead her ladies in a sewing circle that day and then explore the gardens as they gathered flowers. You were expected in the kitchens but there was little for you to contribute to the castle staff. You would hardly be missed, though perhaps the king would be.

Madeline turned and fluffed her skirts. “I’ll pick some yellow roses for you,” She offered. “Lord Parriser assured me he had some imported from Eddor years ago.”

“I haven’t any use for roses,” You said. “But perhaps some for your chambers. Though we won’t be here much longer.”

“Two days, then we are off to the Barnes’ estate,” She confirmed. From there, the royal lodge of Grosmaison. Then the hunt.”

“Are you excited?” You asked. “For the hunt?”

“I am more fond of falconing but the king is not so fond of the bird as he is the arrow,” She lamented. “Or so he tells me… He does not speak to me as anything but a child. As if to humour my shallow thoughts.”

“He is a king,” You said evenly. “How many should speak down upon him? It would be hard to be of that prestige and not acquire such a manner.”

“I suppose you are right,” She said. “I… fear he will be mad with me. I cannot recall last night but I know I did drink to excess. He will not be happy.”

“So you should persevere to atone for that,” You advised. “Perhaps, you might abstain from wine at the next feast.”

“Perhaps I should,” She ceded. “Though he advises that I abstain from you.”

“From me?” You wondered.

“The evening is unclear in my mind but I do remember what he said,” She paced and her skirts shuffled around her feet. “’You are a queen. You should not let yourself be mothered so. That handmaiden is awfully bold for her stature.’”

“He said that?” You felt an icy grip upon your neck.

“He despises you, I think,” She said. “Though, I know not why.”

“I serve you, your majesty, and will do as you bid me, do whatever will see you happy,” You vowed. “And if it were easier to dismiss me--”

“Never,” She fluttered towards you. “No, please, do not speak of it.” She grasped your sleeve. “He might be right but I do not care. You are my only friend in this wretched land I am to call home.”

“And you, mine,” You said softly. You touched the back of her hand, “Your majesty, you’ll be late…”

“So be it,” She raised her chin. “I am queen. Let them wait on me.”

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Steven was waiting on you. When you peeked out from the dark passage, he was sat before the hearth, staring into dwindling embers as the spring air swept in through the window. He wore only his dressing robe, his chest peeked out from beneath the drooping brocade.

“Hiding?” He ran his fingers along his beard.

“Your majesty,” You lingered in the doorway.

“Perhaps you were late tending the queen,” He suggested. “Or she was late rising?”

You were silent. He pushed his hair back and leaned into the chair.

“No matter. You should undress quickly to atone for your delay,” He said as he closed his eyes. “I shall be late to my first meeting on your account.”

You didn’t move. He cleared his throat and his lashes flicked up as he glanced over at you.

“Or would you rather I undress you?” He wondered. “Though I can’t promise to spare the dress a tear or two.”

You reached to your belt and untied it. You peeked at the bed, the sheets still tangled from his slumber. You dropped your belt and unlaced the collar of your gown. You heaved it over your head and left it to drape over a stool. Steve watched, quietly, as he dragged his fingertips over his bottom lip.

You kept your eyes averted as you lifted your shift. Your stockings were rough against your skin as goose pimples pricked up along your legs. You rolled the stockings down and let them curl up in your slippers. You found it difficult to stand straight as you were left entirely naked.

“Come,” He beckoned as the chair groaned softly beneath him.

You neared and he reached out to grab your wrist. He brought you around in front of him and spread his legs as he drew you close. He caressed your side and cradled your tits in his hands. He kissed your chest as he pressed them against his face then sat back.

“You didn’t bow when you came in,” He observed. “So I shall have you on your knees first.”

You swallowed and stiffly pushed one foot back. You lowered yourself down to your knees. He took your cap off and tossed it aside. He ran his hands over your hair and made you look at him.

“You remember how,” He purred. “It’s not been very long.”

He rubbed his thumbs along your cheekbones and released you. He sat back and untied his robe. The brocade fell back to reveal his nudity. He was already around. Your stomach was sour. You bent and took him in your hand. He shivered as your breath shuddered over his tip.

Your lips met the soft head of his cock and he gripped the arms of the chair. You slowly opened your mouth over him and sank down as much as you could. You longed for it to be over.

The sloppy noises that rose from the act assured you it was wrong. You carried on as you tried not to hear them. As you tried not to gag from his cock hitting the back of your throat. As his hand spread over your head and urged you on. Faster, faster, until he shoved you away with a gasp.

“Wait, wait.” He squeezed the base of his cock. He held his breath and let it out slowly. “Close…”

You sat back on your heels and wiped your mouth. He stretched his fingers over his thighs and sighed.

“In my lap,” He said. You looked up at him confused. He smirked.

You stood and he grabbed your hips as he pulled you to him. You lifted your legs as you climbed up onto his lap. His hand slipped and poked his cock along your fold. He pushed you down and entered you a little at a time. You tried to lift yourself but he was too strong. He bottomed out and swore as he pushed his head back into the chair.

“You truly never fucked another man?” He rasped as he held you down. You shook your head, appalled by his language. “And now,” He squeezed your hips and rocked you carefully, “You fuck a king.”

You let him move you. Your surrender meant a sooner escape. But soon you weren’t thinking of leaving. Your hips moved without thinking as he hugged you closer and took your nipple in his mouth. Your body worked against him as you felt the tension pulsing within. As you longed for the peculiar release he’d given you the previous night.

It surely couldn’t be your will to grasp his shoulders so tightly or rock so fervently atop him. It was only your helplessness that kept you going. Your desperation to be away.

So why did it feel so good? Why couldn’t you stop? Why--

You came with a strangled cry. You turned your face away from the king, ashamed. His hand on your hip kept you going. His voice grew louder as you whimpered. The chair creaked beneath him and he slammed you down as he exclaimed.

He spasmed beneath you and the heat seeped deep into your core. He stilled your body and brushed his hair from his face. He grinned up at you as his hands settled on your thighs. You tried to lift yourself but he held you in place.

“Stay,” He ordered.

“Your majesty--”

“I’m not done with you yet,” He flicked his finger over your bud and you quivered. “Look at you,” He purred and tickled your collarbone. “Stubborn… but loyal, aren’t you?”

You looked at him in horror. Of yourself. Of the fire coursing through your blood. You thought of Madeline and your eyes welled. You blinked away the tears and turned your face from the king. You told yourself you didn’t want it. Coaxed by the thought that perhaps you could appease him. For you. For Madeline.

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thebountyfucker · 3 years ago

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Interrogation

18+ ONLY -NSFW

Sugi/F!Reader Tags: Public masturbation, public nudity, voyeurism/exhibitionism, wet and messy, sex as an interrogation practice, tit sucking

Summary: You've done the Guild dirty. Now, you've gotta pay. (Part 1?)

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You never imagined being detained by a nearly-nude bounty hunter; well, to be fair, you never imagined being detained by anyone. And yet, here you were, cuffs on your wrists, being prodded along toward a ship. It wasn’t as if you didn’t deserve it, though; stealing from the Bounty Hunters’ Guild was generally looked down upon. And you were sure you’d be made to pay the price. But the absurdity of it all was what truly was sticking with you.

You had settled at a club after a long shift at work, looking to unwind by getting a few drinks and maybe bringing someone home with you. There was this one dancer at the club… she was gorgeous. She had the longest, shiniest blonde hair, which she pulled back into a ponytail; stray strands framed her pale face. Her eyes were kind, crinkling up at the corners when she smiled. And her tits…

You were usually more proper about the whole ‘tits’ thing, but you couldn’t help but stare when she started dancing. They were full and they looked so goddamn soft, and you could tell, through the thin cloth barriers holding them in place, that her nipples were pierced. Every time she moved, they bounced, and you wanted nothing more than to plant your face between them. Judging by the way she had looked at you, you figured you were bound to be lucky enough to fulfill your desires.

You drew towards the stage, waiting with baited breath for her entrance. You had a wad of ‘funny money’ in your hands, and you wanted to shower her in them. You wanted to stuff the bills between those breasts and along her g-string. And when the music swelled, your pussy pulsed and your heart skipped a beat.

She stepped out, the announcer introducing her as ‘Indigo’; she wore some tight little crop top and a skirt so short that when she bent over, you could see the thin gusset of her g-string. You bounced eagerly, waiting until she swayed toward the end of the stage to shower her in a hefty tip. She offered you a smirk and a wink as she dropped to her knees and slowly worked the crop top off, shifting upward and lowering back down with a moan. Her tits popped free as she hefted the shirt up over her head, and tossed it into the crowd; she rocked her hips, running her hands over her tits and pinching her nipples.

The rest of her dance was a blur. She took off her skirt, and you shoved more money than responsible into her g-string. She blew you a kiss. Your panties were completely soaked, and your slick was dripping down your thighs. She mentioned something to you, but you were so completely high with ecstasy that you couldn’t make it out. You nodded dumbly. She cupped your chin and drew a thumb over your lips. You nearly came then and there.

Then, she grabbed as much money as she could carry and left the stage. You eased back into a chair, in a daze, idly stroking your cunt through the fabric of your panties. You received a few sideways glances, but you ignored them. Besides, it wasn’t like you were the only one masturbating by the stage.

Movement caught your eyes, and you turned to spy this goddess approaching you. She wore only her g-string, her perfect tits bouncing with every step. She turned heads as she passed, before she drew close enough to touch you. She smelled like vanilla and whiskey. You stood, ignoring the sticky slick coating your thighs.

“Uh… hey!” That was smooth. You cursed internally.

“Hello there, beautiful. Seems like you’ve been trying to get my attention for a while now.” She cooed, her voice thick with Corellia. She leaned forward, her eyes half-lidded and her lips parted. “You’ve got it.”

“Are you… can I…?” You stumbled, trying to figure out the best way to ask her to bang you. She fluttered her eyelashes and leaned even closer.

“Would you like to join me in my quarters?”

“Yes! Yes, please!”

And this was where you went wrong. You had absolutely no idea that she was a hunter; she seemed so natural at this, and honestly, you just thought that you had gotten lucky. But as you followed her down a hallway that read ‘Staff Only’, there was this nagging feeling that something wasn’t right. Of course, you ignored it. The prospect of pussy was too good to pass up. It wasn’t until she brought you into a room and shoved you up against the wall that you started to understand. Then, the cuffs came out, and you watched in a nearby mirror as her appearance rippled from a blonde human woman to that of a purple-haired Zabrak. She fixed you with a steely glare, and for a moment, you were confused. Then it sank in.

“The Guild sent you?” You asked as she snapped the cuffs around your wrist.

“They did.” Her voice had lost it’s Corellian twang, now settling into the lilt typical of North Iridonia. She shoved you to the ground as she searched for something to cover up with… she fumbled with a pair of shorts - that she could hardly pull up over her ass - and a leather coat. She didn’t bother zipping the coat, exposing the crevice of her cleavage and the expanse of her stomach to the planet. Though she wasn’t who she said she was… she still made your cunt twinge. You always did have a thing for bounty hunters… “Come on now, up.”

You stood, and she pressed a hand to your back, leading you toward the backdoor and away from onlookers. You figured the bouncers wouldn’t be terribly thrilled with her arresting someone so openly. You also noticed that she seemed to have no gear on her… which meant that if she got into a fight, she would likely lose. You kept quiet, not wanting to risk angering her.

“You are the most cooperative captive I’ve taken.” She mused as she walked you through the back door. You glanced over your shoulder at her, taking in the tattoos which spanned her face; her nostrils flared and a pink blush rose on her cheeks. “But not the horniest.”

“That’s a surprise.” You managed, your cunt twinging to remind you that you were, indeed, still aroused. As if your slick coating your legs wasn’t a sufficient enough tell. The hand at your back grew more insistent, and you picked up your pace. “Are we in a hurry?”

She didn’t reply, her nose scrunching up. You decided it would be best to fall silent, again, wishing not to anger her. Soon enough, you had reached her ship, and she eased you up inside. She dumped you in the cargo bay, and vanished into another part of the ship.

“Em, I got her.”

You couldn’t hear the reply, but you figured it was something celebratory. You waited, watching as she slunk out and situated herself on top of a cargo crate. She watched you. You watched her. You noted, with a thick swallow, that one of her tits was peering out from the opening of the leather coat. You also noticed, though you tried not to stare too long, that the crotch of her shorts were wet. She noticed your glances with a smirk.

“You really like my body, hm?” You nodded, your cunt pulsing when she shouldered off her jacket; you whimpered softly as the swell of her breasts were revealed to you once more. You noted, with a deal of excitement, that her nipples were still pierced. You licked your lips and she cocked a brow. “Fascinating…”

The door to the cargo bay opened, and in walked a tall, lanky Kyuzan man. One that seemed awfully familiar… his gaze found you and his eyes went wide, but he didn’t say anything. You didn’t either, figuring that his partner would be less than thrilled to know that you two had a history together. His gaze lingered on you, before he turned to his half-naked partner; he hardly blinked.

“Should I ask what you are doing?”

“No… get the ship going. I’ll be up in a while.” She leaned back, idly drawing her hand over the crotch of her shorts. Embo cocked a browridge, but did as she said, leaving the two of you alone. She leaned forward, her tits dangling tantalizingly. “What you took from the Guild was priceless. Where is it?”

“Don’t know.” You replied, perhaps too quickly to be convincing.

“Is that so? That’s a shame.” She mused as she gripped her tit, brushing her thumb over her nipple. “If you tell me where it is… maybe I could help you with your problem.”

She gestured to the slick you were dripping onto the floor of her ship. Your face heated up and your pussy clenched, begging for relief. And yet, you still had your sensibilities. With your knowledge, you had a bargaining chip… you wouldn’t give it up so easily.

“Don’t know.” You repeated, and she shook her head.

“I see…” She slipped off the cargo crate and stood. “I’ll be back.”

She left the cargo bay, disappearing into the bowels of her ship.

“What is it that you are doing?” Embo asked from the other side of the door. You couldn’t hear her response. He let out a sigh. “Sugi, that hardly seems… ethical.”

“Since when have you thought that I was ethical?” She responded as she passed through the doorway. She carried a small crate in her hands, which she set down on top of the crate she had been sitting on. She opened it up, and pulled out a long, silicone cock. She eased off her shorts, and the g-string, and tossed them aside. She climbed back up onto the crate and spread her legs, revealing her slick pussy to you. You whimpered at the sight.

She drew the head of the dildo around her cunt, moaning softly. She met your gaze as she pressed the dildo slowly into her.

“Good girls get to get off.” She purred, and you watched as her cunt stretched around the toy. Your mouth went dry. “But you aren’t a good girl. So you don’t get to. You can watch.”

You craved that dildo. It looked like it fit so well into her… you knew it would relieve the aching in your own cunt. But you wouldn’t cave. You couldn’t. Not even when she let out that lascivious moan. Not even when her toes curled. Not when she grabbed a fistful of her breast and squeezed.

“Oh, it feels so good! OH!” She cried out. You figured she was exaggerating to try to get you to break. But maybe she wasn’t. Her face was flushed pink, her eyes half-lidded… you could see her own slick leaking out around the dildo. Fuck… “You just need to be a good girl and tell me. That’s all.”

You watched, unable to move, as she pumped the dildo in and out of her. The slick, unholy sounds made a home in your head. The way she leaned back to take it deeper… fuck. She was messing with your head. She was messing with your cunt and she wasn’t even touching it. There was a small puddle on the floor beneath you. Your panties were drenched. Your nipples were pebbled against your shirt.

She went faster, harder, releasing her grip on her tit to rummage around in her case. She produced a vibrator, which buzzed to life with the flick of a switch. She brought it to her clit, and let out a loud whine.

“It feels - it feels so good to be a good girl!” Her body tensed up as she rocked her hips against the dildo and the vibrator. You licked the drool from your lips, your mind clouding with arousal. You so desperately wished to free your hands from behind your back, to soothe your aching clit. You’d do anything… anything…

Sugi cried out, arching her back and pulling the dildo from her cunt as she orgasmed. She squirted her fluids onto the ground, and you were sold. You needed so badly to orgasm… you’d tell her what she wanted to know if she made you feel like that! She slowly twitched as she came to, before casting a glance down at you. She sunk to the floor, crawling toward you.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” She swiped a thumb over your lips, smearing her fluids as she went. You desperately licked your lips clean, tasting her release with a whimper.

“I’ll be good… please… please make me cum like that.” You begged, and she cast a glance down to your trembling cunt. She hooked her fingers around the waistband of your panties, and pulled them down to your knees. She paused, before meeting your gaze.

“Where is the list?”

“In-in my apartment! On Pantora!” You cried, rocking your hips in the air, trying to get some semblance of friction. She pulled your panties down a little further.

“Where, in your apartment?”

“Th-there’s a hidden compartment. In-in… in my bedroom. I can show you!”

“In due time.” She hummed as she pulled your panties off completely, and tossed them aside. She leaned in close, smearing your slick around on your thighs. “You were a very good girl. Would you like your reward?”

You nodded frantically as she stood and padded toward the crate of sex toys. She produced a double-ended dildo with a smirk. She approached, falling to her knees before you. She spread your legs and settled between them, drawing the dildo up and down the slit of your cunt. You wriggled your hips in response, so pleased with the touch but so desperately wanting more. The head of the dildo breached your cunt briefly, and for a moment, you could taste relief… but then Sugi pulled it away again. You whined as she cupped your chin. “You have been eyeing my tits for days. Would you like to suck on one?”

“Yes. Yes!” You opened your mouth and she moved closer; you wrapped your lips around her nipple, sucking and lapping at the hardened nub. The metallic taste of her piercing filled your mouth, but you didn’t mind. You were getting what you had desired for so long...

You moved to lick at her other nipple as she continued to run the dildo up and down the slit of your cunt. Then… she pressed it in. “OH!”

Your pussy clenched around the intrusion, and you fought against cumming then and there. Your toes curled up as you opened your legs even wider, giving her better access to your sloppy cunt. This was… this was everything you needed.

“Good girl.” She cooed as she leaned back, lining up the other head of the cock with her cunt, and eased it in. She moaned as she rocked her hips, driving it further into her until your pelvis touched hers. Any movement she made shifted the dildo within you, and you couldn’t help but whimper in response. You were so close…

She started thrusting, and you were done for. You let out a cry that was loud enough you were sure Embo could hear it as ecstasy coursed through your veins. Your head was high in the clouds. Your body shook, and then went limp. Sugi pulled the dildo from you, and tossed it aside, deciding to finish herself off with the dildo she had used earlier.

You leaned back against the bulkhead of the ship, watching her with stars in your eyes. She was incredible. That orgasm was incredible....

She came for the second time as Embo walked through the door. He cast a glance to her, and then to you, eyes wide.

“You two certainly made a mess…” There was a pause, his eyes brightening. “Why wasn’t I invited?”

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my-whumpy-little-heart · 5 years ago

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Llyr and the Pirates - Day 3

Day 3: Caught in a Net

For @amonthofwhump‘s Water Whump May, where I write a part of this story every day according to the prompt. Got done earlier today, woo!

Tag list: @spiffythespook and @castielamigos-whump-side-blog

Content Warnings: derogatory language and cursing, nonsexual nudity, unable to move/trapped

“Of course. Now let’s go get you cleaned up.” It offered its hand and, tentatively, Llyr took it.

He allowed the human--Ray, the other had said?--to pull him up but didn’t dare rely on its strength after that. Llyr loosened his grip on Ray’s hand and was relieved when it did the same in return. It was a small comfort in such an frightening situation.

They walked together, him with unsteady, shambling steps, the human with large, confident strides. As they passed the woman he shied away, putting Ray’s body between him and it. The harpoon still lay on the ground next to it, but he figured the human would have killed him on sight if it knew what he really was.

Llyr wasn’t safe by any means, but he was still alive. He’d just use these humans for as long as he needed before he could repair his skin, and then he’d leave.

As they walked, he felt the skin, now his makeshift cloak, shifting and rubbing foreignly against his skin, the edges of the torn hole wrapped around his shoulder. It was soaking wet like the rest of himself, but at least it felt warm. Though the warm sun beat down, the water was cooling against his skin. A light wind blew from across the water and he shivered.

As they approached the boat, there were other humans around talking and doing various tasks. One of them, whom Ray called out to, stood out from the others with pale, heavily freckled skin and a fiery red mop of hair. It turned around, looking first at Ray and then settling on him. “Oh, hello! Who are you?” It had a puzzled look on its face, and it looked much less intimidating than Ray. It was much thinner and less muscular, even if it was taller than him, and Llyr figured that even he could stand a chance against it in a fight.

He stayed silent instead of answering it, choosing instead to look the new human up and down for weapons. There was a sword strapped to his side, sheathed, but it didn’t seem to be armed otherwise. Llyr shuffled away from it, but he found himself doubting this human would even want to use it if given the chance.

“Floyd,” Ray said, realizing Llyr probably wasn’t going to speak, “could you go ahead and grab us some towels? I’m going to help him get settled in Hugh’s spare bed.”

“Oh, sure! Got it.” It flashed a small smile before hurrying up the ladder on the side of the boat.

Ray gestured for Llyr to go ahead of him and follow after Floyd, but just the sight of the ladder made dread settle in his gut. To any normal person it probably would have looked fine, but with his non-existent coordination and strength, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to haul himself up the rungs. Behind him, Ray seemed to notice his hesitation.

“Here, you seem really tired out, so let me help. I’ll lift you up, and you just have to grab onto the top, okay?” It placed calloused hands on either side of his waist after it spoke, obviously expecting him to accept. What other choice did he really have?

Llyr nodded, muscles tensing as the grip tightened and he was hoisted off the ground. He flailed helplessly for a second before he was high enough to grab the top rung, wrapping both hands around and clinging like his life depended on it. His feet quickly found rungs further down, and he swung them up over the side of the boat with a grunt.

He meant to hop down to the deck from there, but somewhere off the edge of the railing he slipped, falling hard on his side and rolling with the momentum. He shouted as ropes wrapped all around his body, constricting and stopping his frantic struggles and yelps as he rolled and tangled in them. A net of some kind wound around his body and he pulled blindly against it, whining and crying out wordlessly in a panic when it didn’t come loose.

Footsteps approached but he couldn’t see where they were coming from, or whose they were. He strained and raised his head, peering out through a hole with wide, pleading eyes, ready to beg for help from Ray, but saw a new pair of legs instead.

“The hell? What’re you doing on our ship, kid? Tryna steal? Huh?” A deep, gruff voice sounded above him, and a boot covered toe rolled him over further into the net until he was flat on his back, staring up at a leathery, tanned face framed by curling facial hair.

He didn’t even try to correct the human, instead focusing on rolling back over to get the net off of his body. He managed to flip back on his stomach before a boot was on his back, heel pressed to the small of it and digging in hard.

“No you don’t, you lil’ shit. Dirty thieves like you deserve punishment. Can’t even have the decency to join a proper organization...” it growled, and Llyr cried out at the sharp pressure right on his spine. It restricted his breathing all over again, and he tried to take deep, smooth breaths through the panic and constriction.

“Can’t even have the decency to put on some fuckin’ clothes to rob a bunch’a pirates, huh? Or you just that damn poor, huh? You want us to pity you so bad we send you out with a fuckin’ fortune?!” It drew back its foot and slammed it into his side, sending him rolling up further in the net with a yelp. Llyr’s head spun and he couldn’t tell which way was up, where he was, couldn’t move an inch in the thick ropes.

Before he could steel himself, the boot came forward and kicked him hard in the head, sparks flying around his spinning world. Another kick flew into his side, hitting right over the sluggishly bleeding wound and he screamed when the white hot burst of pain rocketed up his torso.

“Hugh! What’s gotten into you?!” Ray’s voice sounded from far away and Llyr felt pounding feet against the deck, shaking it harder with each step. Thankfully, the kicks stopped

“Stupid kid was about to rob us,” it said casually, almost proudly.

“No, this kid was hurt and drowning at the shoreline and I’m bringing him in to help him. Why was this net out in the first place?!”

“Fishing,” Hugh grunted, “and he still looks like a dumbass brute to me.”

“Well, he’s gonna be staying with you for a few days at least, so please learn to like him.”

Hugh groaned in response, and Llyr questioned his decision to come with the pirates at all.

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boneshine · 6 years ago

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Close Call (Finale)

Pairing: Benjamin Clawhauser / Chief Bogo

Rating: M+++

Summary: Bogo confiscates Clawhauser’s phone in order to make him more productive at work. Established relationship. Post-Movie.

Warning: NSFW! NSFW! THIS IS IT! SERIOUSLY, THIS IS FILTH! PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

Part Five/Five

Warning: The part everybody nobody has been waiting for. The porn. I’m not tagging it as NSFW because of Tumblr’s blacklisting, so I’m just clarifying several times before you read this that this is a very sexually explicit chapter. I tried to make it worth the 3+ year wait, but I’ll just stop excusing myself and let you read.

If this gets taken down somehow, you can find this story on AO3 under the same title by the author PossumTeeth (it me).

There was a happy skip to Clawhauser’s walk as he bounded up the staircase that led to Bogo’s office. Two out of three times, a dreadful place to be. This time? Victorious.

Oh, but that wasn’t all that he was excited for.

“Chi-i-i-ief…” he sang as he opened the door and leaned against the frame, smiling at the buffalo that sat at his desk, engrossed in his paperwork.

Bogo spared a weary glance at the cheetah. "Clawhauser. Not now.”

“Yes, I think now.”

“… You've been hounding me since this morning to give you your phone back. You can't wait until lunch?"

"It is lunch."

The buffalo looked at the clock above the door. "It's ten o' clock, Clawhauser."

It hadn't been noticed until the folder was yanked out of his hooves and the warm weight of squirming Benjamin had shimmied into his lap that Bogo recognized the hungry glint in his lover's eyes. Claws gently plucked at his uniform, kneading the broad muscle of his chest. His tail swished behind them sensually, the glint of fangs peeking from under the feline's lips. The eyes of a predator that often sparkled at the sight of a box of doughnuts now pinned him in his place, dark with much more ravenous thoughts behind them.

"Oh, I was thinking about an early lunch..."

Bogo's heart stopped, though something else began to throb.

Oh.

OH.

The promise he made to him... Here? Now? He reeled back his libido and played it cool and tilted his head. "Really?" he drawled.

"Very much so, Buffalo Buns." The mischief in the cheetah's gleaming eyes distracted him as claws lowered to his pants. "And you're on the menu."

The button was undone, the zipper halfway down before the chief could even blink.

“Wait a second—”

A kiss interrupted him.

“Clawhauser, not during work—”

Another kiss, deeper, harder, the warm tease of a rough tongue sliding against the seam of his tightly closed lips, although his heart fluttered when they parted.

“… Are you listening—”

The final kiss had the buffalo leaning back in his seat from the sheer want radiating from the cheetah’s form, his tongue slipping inside as the chief’s willpower relented and his mouth opened. A needy Clawhauser was a sweet temptation he had denied himself for a few days too long, he decided.

The taste of syrup was still thick on his tongue from breakfast as they separated, Clawhauser looking like the cat that got the proverbial cream.

Well, he’d get it soon enough.

The desk shook under the weight as the chief grabbed his boyfriend and threw him onto his back, hovering over him, arms caging them in. The buffalo relished in the surprise on Clawhauser’s face from the move, not missing the deeper breaths that he tried to keep under control, and the arousal that already tented the feline’s own work pants. He always loved it a little rough.

Bogo’s voice crept over him, deep and warm. “My little kitten refuses to wait, does he?”

Eyes widening, the feline’s paws covered his mouth, face suddenly burning hot.

The buffalo smirked. “What was that?”

Oh, it was such a treat to see his once eager and confident boyfriend turn into a blushing, squirming mess. Whenever that nickname came into play, he just couldn’t handle it. The helpless male’s tail grazed against the buffalo’s throat as the cheetah’s voluptuous body arched up in frustration, stubbornly keeping quiet.

You asked for it, Benjamin...

Huffing out a sigh, the chief hummed playfully, twirling that silky tail gently around his hoof as he leaned down to breathe into the smaller male’s ear.

“Kitten, talk to Daddy.”

Clawhauser froze underneath him. He swore he could hear the blood thundering down to his cock, and Bogo placed a kiss to the edge of his velvety cheek, then several more that trailed down to his throat in soft and teasing touches. He wasn’t playing fair, he knew, but neither was the feline. He’d show him who was really the boss.

“Use your words,” he coaxed his lover. “Are you being a naughty kitten?”

Those predatory eyes had widened into something sweet and submissive, and they darted from his smirking mouth to his half-opened pants, the bulge peeking out from his dark boxers. Clawhauser chewed his lip and his ears folded back. “… Yes, Daddy,” he mewled.

Perfect.

“Do bad kittens get rewards?”

He watched his lover shake his head, not trusting his voice, although a purr rumbled out in the silence of the room.

A hoof slid up to smooth over his face, making the smaller male arch up into the touch, unintentionally baring his throat, only for a sharp yelp to echo in the room as the buffalo’s blunt teeth bit down into his skin. Clawhauser’s toes curled, his low, panting moan drifting into Bogo’s ears like the sweetest music. “Oh… M… G-Goodness… Please… !”

“Please what?” came the response against his neck, the cooling air on his throat making the feline shiver.

“… U-Um… Pl-Please can I… I…” he whimpered.

“Yes?”

The cheetah’s hesitance only made him more endearing to the larger male as he took a moment to look back at the door as if someone would dare barge in to the chief’s room without calling ahead before he sat up, placing a paw on his lover’s muscled chest, eyes drifting down before he glanced up with a look so sexily innocent that he would have sworn it was illegal.

“… Can I suck your cock, Daddy?”

Bogo’s breath hitched, only to release it in a pleased groan.

How could he say no to that?

He stood up and backed up from the cheetah, enjoying the small whine that came from his lover from the action, sitting in his chair, legs spread, reaching down to palm himself lightly.

“If you make it worth my while, kitten.”

Clawhauser stared at his bulge hungrily, sliding off the desk to settle obediently between the chief’s strong thighs, paws reaching up after a glance up and an affirming nod before he drew his boxers down enough to free the heavy shaft that bobbed inches from his face. The musky scent reached his nose, made him hold back a needy noise. He swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth as he drew them further down, exposing the hefty balls beneath. The size queen in him just couldn’t help but admire the girth each time he saw it. Really, his boyfriend was a work of art from head to toe…

Bogo’s amused voice floated down to him. “You can do more than just stare at it, you know.”

Head bowing in embarrassment at being caught staring, he leaned forward and nuzzled the length, a paw reaching up to grip and massage the shaft with long, practiced tugs. He bit back a smile at the resulting grunt, reaching up and tugging the rest of the buffalo’s pants down to pool at his feet. His boxers joined soon, the feline’s lust getting the best of him, not wanting anything to hide that skin from his view. His warm breath teased the head of the thick cock, lips closing around it seconds later to suck.

“There we go…” The chief’s leaned back in his chair, a hoof threading through the back of the cheetah’s head as he serviced him.

His head shot up at a knock on his door.

SHIT!

Clawhauser paused, his own ears fanned out and listening.

An unfamiliar female voice rang out behind the door, although no silhouette was seen.

“Hello? Chief Bogo? Are you in there?”

Mouthing a stream of curses, the buffalo’s wide eyes looked down at his lover’s own stare, only to draw himself out of the feline’s lips (ignoring the cheetah’s whimper at the loss) and look around before grasping the round male and urging him underneath his desk to hide.

The knocking persisted. “Hello? Chief Bogo? It’s Celeste. Celeste Ringer? I’m, um, a reporter. I work for the Zootopia Times?”

He held back a panicked groan. A reporter! Absolutely perfect. He looked around for his pants, only for them to be missing. He glared down at the cheetah between his legs. “Where are my pants?!” he whispered out harshly.

His boyfriend winced, looking around and shrugging as they were nowhere to be seen. “I can’t be expected to remember everything when I’m sucking you off!” he retorted quietly, unable to help a giggle. “I just remember to swallow.”

A hoof ran down the buffalo’s face as he sat down in his chair, trying to urge himself as close to the desk as he could muster so his nudity wouldn’t be spotted. He jolted as he felt that warm hand encase him again. “What--?!”

His face looked very appropriately like he was caught with his pants down as he stared down at the cheetah. Were it not for the desk, and the furry paw that was stroking along his still-aching shaft with skillful, leisurely movements, Bogo would have leapt to his feet.

This… This was not a good time! This was the worst time!

“Stop that!” he barked, a little too loudly, and drew in a breath as he heard the knocking pause. They heard him; the gig was up. He had no choice but to respond. “I-I mean, yes? What is it?” Bogo managed to keep his voice even as he began to smack at the hand that continued to stroke him, his glares only met with lust. “I… I’m incredibly busy!”

"I know, and I’m incredibly sorry to interrupt you, sir, but I do have an interview scheduled today with you!”

“What? I… I don’t recall that,” he growled, trying to grab his boyfriend by the scruff to make him stop pulling at his cock, the heat twisting inside his balls making it hard to focus on drawing this woman away. “You must be mistaken!”

There was a pause at the door. “But I made the appointment yesterday afternoon with the information desk with a Mr. Benjamin Clawhauser? He gave me the date and time and said he was going to inform you of the interview scheduled for this morning at 10:30?"

If Bogo's jaw were not so tightly wound with repressing moans, it would have slumped in disbelief. "You... left it with...?" The buffalo glanced down at the face nuzzled between his legs.

All Benjamin did was flash him a cute smile before he swallowed his cock in one swoop.

I guess I forgot to make a phone call.

The buffalo’s panicked mind tried to fight through the pleasure as he darted his eyes from the face nestled between his knees and the door.

“You…” he whispered out but couldn’t finish as the doorknob jiggled, locked but not for long.

… Wicked…

Disrespectful…

Underhanded little…

Bogo’s nostrils flared as he grunted out a growling breath, partially from Clawhauser’s trickery, the other part from experiencing his lover’s lack of a gag reflex.

He couldn’t move out from under his desk and risk exposing himself, but he couldn’t keep the interviewer waiting forever, and he couldn’t send the cheetah out—apparently the feline was quite content on where he currently was and wouldn’t stop sucking so nicely—

His eyes drew shut and he willed his pounding heart to try and calm down.

“… Come in,” he muttered out through tense teeth as he fought back a moan, sounding annoyed. He hoped they just chalked it up to his gruff nature and not from having his soul sucked out through his crotch. He grabbed a pencil and attempted to look as though he was working on his reports.

The door slid opened and a lemur stood before him with a nervous smile, tablet and stylus at the ready in her small hands. “Thank you very much for seeing me, sir!”

“Y-Yes, of course—"

A soft, inaudible (but very palpable) purr rose up and vibrated deliciously across the buffalo’s shaft.

The pencil in Bogo's hoof snapped.

"Oh!" The reporter paused at the doorway, concerned. "You, um… Is this a bad time?"

Yes, yes, yes, yes… "Ah... Oh, that! No, no! Just... the stress of... doing my job as well as I can," he managed out. As the reporter seemed to believe him and hurried to her seat and busied herself with typing down the beginning of her article in some sort of long, descriptive narrative, the buffalo reached one of his arms down under the desk as if he were to pick up the pieces of his pencil and gripped the back of Clawhauser's head. Hard.

The purr stuttered, and those pretty chocolate-brown eyes looked up at him curiously.

Hurry... up! Bogo mouthed.

Soft lips tilted up. A wink answered him.

"... Sir?"

The chief's head shot up to see the lemur's puzzled expression. "Y-Yes?"

She cleared her throat and repeated her question. "For starters, I thought I would ask for your opinion on the raises that Mayor Lionheart has insisted on for certain departments in your workforce, especially concerning the recent success after the Night Howler epidemic." Her stylus was at the ready, pointed at the screen. "Do you agree that those departments deserve a large wage increase?"

So many words for a brain with so little blood left for thought...

"Well, I think that --" a particular suckle made his calculated, clever response dissolve into a strained "Ah... !"

"Are you okay?" The lemur began to stand out of her chair.

Bogo immediately shoved his hoof out to stop her. "No-No-No! I m-mean, yes, I'm fine! It's just that..." he grunted out slowly, resting the hoof on his forehead, breathing out to fight back the dizzying pleasure rising up to his brain from the root of his cock, "It's been... a very long day, and... I... haven't felt quite myself..."

"Oh!" She grew quiet and seemed to look at him with wide eyes that knew it all. Her voice was a whisper. "I understand.”

The buffalo's heart stuttered. "Wh-What?"

"Don't try to hide it! I can tell, it's been so obvious! I can’t believe I missed it! How dense am I?" she clicked her tongue. "Working so hard... even while under what must be a heck of a cold!" The reporter beamed and tapped her tablet in respect. "You really are a trooper, Chief Bogo! Even when you're overwhelmed with illness, you still work! Not everybody can handle all this pressure so well! I guess that’s why you’re the chief!"

“Um… yes,” he tried to offer a smile, ignoring the vibrations of a silent chuckle from the cheetah. “Ex-act-ly.”

The lemur shook her head. “Honestly, I’m sure that sickness is the least of your troubles, considering what you have to put up with. The pressure building up inside that stone-cold façade. I’m getting anxious just thinking about it! I bet there are days when you're just ready to burst!"

Clawhauser’s tongue decided to do /that thing/ as he opened his mouth to answer, making him bite his own. Instead, he nodded and motioned for her to continue.

"And let’s not forget the ones you command! When it comes to such a busy workload, I bet you're grateful for all the fine officers at your disposal in the ZPD! I mean, sure, you can handle a lot of the job, but everybody needs a helping paw, right?"

Soft, furry fingers reached up and massaged his aching balls as the sucking—somehow– increased.

Bogo covered a moan with a cough and gave a quick nod. "Some... of our a-affiliates... work harder than others... even as we sp-speak," he breathed out.

"Oh, absolutely! One Office Judy Hopps comes to mind. Commendable. The paperwork must be a nightmare," she continued, not realizing that her words were falling on deaf ears. "I can tell the strain from the way you're hunched over your desk. It really is admirable that you put your work before your health, Chief Bogo. Honestly, it's inspirational,” the lemur sighed, "Probably leaves all sorts of aching joints. I hope you have a good way to unwind after a tough day. It's important to have a sense of release."

"I couldn't... agree more."

“I’m a workaholic myself. Look, mammal to mammal, I just hope you aren’t trying to force too much of yourself into such a tight situation, Chief Bogo. Not to overstep my boundaries but spreading yourself too thin can be dangerous.”

Dexterous fingers left his sack to trail between his spread thighs and the buffalo jolted at a brush against his entrance, grinding a hoof down in warning. “Absolutely not,” he grunted.

He looked up to see the lemur’s nervous expression, her tail twisting around her chair as she smiled up at him. “Well… I guess that this wouldn’t be the best time to start this interview, so… um… is there any chance that we could… maybe… schedule another time—"

“Yes! Any time you’d like,” Bogo forced out quickly, his own release creeping dangerously fast up on him despite his efforts to keep it at bay. At this point, he’d agree to almost anything. “When I’m… in better health… We can give a pro… ah… ahem, excuse me, dropped s-something…” he cleared his throat, reaching down again, hoof gripping the back of Clawhauser’s neck harshly to try to slide his cock out of the feline’s mouth, the tip popping out as his lover’s narrowed eyes glared up at him impatiently, “proper interview…”

“Really?!”

“You have my word,” he hurriedly agreed, gritting his teeth as the officer retaliated with soft, kittenish licks to his dripping head. He relented and released his grip and Clawhauser’s mouth was back on him in seconds, swallowed back to the base and suckling hungrily. He avoided the reporter’s eyes as he rose back up and focused on scribbling a long line of nonsense on a report.

The lemur didn’t seem too disappointed at the plan changes, beaming at the second chance. “Excellent! I-I mean, I really appreciate this considering your illness, Chief Bogo.”

“Think nothing of it!” He bit his tongue for a moment, rubbing his forehead, the heat of release growing into a swelter at the base of his stomach. He wanted nothing more than to flood this wicked cheetah’s throat. “I… imagine I’ll be recovering… very, very soon.”

“Resilient,” she praised.

“Very. Now, if-if you please…”

“Of course, sir! And thank you, sir! Please feel better soon!”

“Oh, I will!” Bogo’s hoof lifted in a feeble wave only until the door closed, and then both drew down and held the feline’s chubby cheeks still as he roughly and mercilessly thrust down into his throat as he gave in to the teasing and chased his own well-needed release.

Clawhauser’s throat tightened at the assault, his eyes rolling back slightly as he purred harder, saliva trailing wetly down his throat, onto his uniform.

“You… better… swallow… every… s-single… drop!” the buffalo demanded before he stilled, pushing his lover completely down to the base as he tensed, felt each happy, hungry swallow grip his shaft before the pleasure faded into something painfully delicious, overstimulated by the cheetah’s tongue delicately cleaning every drop as his spent cock slid from Clawhauser’s lips.

The buffalo was trying to collect his thoughts as the head of his cock was given one last fond kiss, the touch making him twitch.

"Oh, thank the stars..." Bogo leaned back in his chair and heaved a huge breath of relief.

There was a giggle between his knees as the feline's face reappeared. "So...?" Clawhauser had to purr as he leaned up against the buffalo's chest, paws tucked under his chin. His grin was smug. "How do you think the interview went?"

Bogo stared at the cheetah. He couldn't believe his nonchalance. Had he understood what just happened? What could have happened? "Do... you realize... how risky that was? What could have happened if you had been caught doing... THAT to me? The police chief? One of my own officers found underneath my desk as I'm being interviewed, it... That would be a scandal worthy of... If a story like that were to get out, I'd be decommissioned in a heartbeat--"

"Vinny, calm down!" the feline's playful smirk returned. "We weren't in any danger. Celeste knows how to keep her mouth shut, even though mine was--"

"Wait... What?"

Yeah, she's totally capable of keeping secrets. I mean, you wouldn't think so, but she can surprise you!"

Bogo's eyes narrowed. Now that the haze of orgasm had drifted away, alarm bells were going off. "Why are you talking about that reporter like you know her?"

Clawhauser blinked, then smiled. "Because she's my friend."

The buffalo stared. "What?"

"Yep," the cheetah chirped.

"You..." Bogo pointed at the door where the lemur had been standing not two minutes before, dumbstruck. "You staged this entire interview?!"

"Not quite," Clawhauser hummed. "She's a real reporter. She's been wanting to get a story about you for MONTHS, but you just never had the free time. But remember when you left me high and not-so-dry and sent me back to my desk? She happened to call the office because I wasn't answering my phone..." he snapped a claw, "and after your little cop-block, I saw you had an opening that was just begging to be filled. So, I made the appointment!"

Now the confusion settled way for anger. "So, you decided that you would arrange an interview with your friend and... fellate--"

"Blow, Vincent."

"That is not the terminology while we're at work! Anyway, you... You decided to do THAT while she was here? Was she in on that as well? Was this entire scene just some stage for you to—?"

"Oh, that was a legit interview, all right! She just didn't know there was an extra pair of ears listening and an extra mouth working."

The buffalo glared. "And what if she had discovered you?"

"She would have thought it was hilarious!" Clawhauser beamed. "Trust me, she wouldn't have said anything. What just happened was nothing but pure professionalism from the waist-up!"

Bogo hoped that the pant in his voice did not make him seem any less intimidating. "I'm keeping your phone for another three days.”

Surprisingly, this did not dampen his lover's smugness as he thought it would and was stunned as the feline instead waved the threat away like it was nothing. "No problem! I have a much better way to spend my time now!" The buffalo was startled as nimble paws roamed his chest and began to unbutton his uniform. "How about a follow-up interview with someone on the inside?"

"Benjamin..."

"I can see the headline now! Chief Bogo: Up Close and Personal... Intimate details further down..."

Bogo managed a sigh before he was silenced with a round of sweet, sticky kisses. It seemed that Clawhauser was the type that needed to be on something all the time. First it was his phone, and now it would be his commanding chief. Had he really accomplished anything with this bet?

Honestly, the buffalo couldn't find a single fault with this turn of events, but he would look more closely at the ramifications after a bit of ramming of his own...

#Zootopia #ClawBogo #Close Call #BoHauser #fan fiction #writing #FINALLY FINISHED AFTER 3 YEARS OH WHAT A DAY

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imagine-loki · 6 years ago

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What The Heart Desires

TITLE: What The Heart Desires CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: one shot AUTHOR: weirdwritingstuff / thewholesomecat ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine during a mission you, Loki, Thor, Lady Sif and the warrior 3 decide to take a break near an enchanted lake where mermaids take the form of your most secret fantasy to drag you into the water. During the night Loki disappears so everybody run towards the lake to find him almost dragged in the lake, kissing, rolling on the shore half naked with a mermaid who took your appearance because you were is secret fantasy. RATING: Teen and Up Audience NOTES/WARNINGS: nudity; fluff; Thor, Lady Sif and the Warrior Three being adorable dorks / I imagined them all to still be pretty young so this story could take place during Thor’s and Loki’s teenage years or shortly after but I didn’t have a specific time period in mind besides Pre-Thor (2011) so see it however you prefer

(y/n)’s POV

The sound of metal grinding against stone wasn’t something most people would describe as calming. The heavy breaths of the sword in your hands as it got sharper and neater with every drag across the stone. For you it was the most calming sound in the nine realms. It was consistent, smooth, beautiful.

It was rare for a girl to be a blacksmith but you couldn’t imagine doing anything else. You fell in love with the anvil the day you saw it for the first time in your father’s workshop. Your father was one of the most famous blacksmiths in all of Asgard. Nobody was able to produce weapons with such grace, such stability and balance. Nobody – except for you.

When you were younger people would often joke that you were secretly half dwarf and that’s why you were so skilled in producing weapons. But as you got older (and prettier) they quickly stopped this kind of comparison. But you weren’t just a talented young blacksmith you were also quite gifted in using the weapons that you made, your favorite being by far the sword.

One day you were training behind your father’s workshop when someone suddenly called behind you, “Do you mind a training partner?”

You turned around to see Lady Sif, a regular at your father’s forge and with the time you had become good friends.

“Sure!” you called back. “If you think you can catch up with me.” She smiled and made a couple of steps towards you when suddenly she pulled her own sword out of seemingly thin air. But you were faster and quickly parried her blade with your own.

“Surprise attack?” you asked. “Come on Sif, you’re better than that!”

“I only just begun!”

The two of you were dancing across the field. The only sounds being your heavy breaths and the clinking of your swords in the air. For some time it looked like Sif was coming out on top. It was no secret that she was the stronger warrior out of the two of you. But you had more stamina. All you had to do was make her tired to win.

It was exhausting and difficult to block all of her blows but you managed to do it! And soon enough you sensed that her strength was leaving her. Now was your time to attack and with some well-aimed blows you brought her down, taking her sword off of her.

“Not bad,” Sif complimented. “But don’t think I don’t know what you just did there. Tiring me out, what an uncreative move!”

“But it worked, didn’t it?” you said smiling triumphantly at her and reached out a hand to help her up. She took it but instead of pulling herself up she pulled you down to her level, laughing loudly when you were landing next to her with your face in the grass.

“Hey! That was an uncreative move!”

“But it worked, didn’t it?”

You two were laughing along with each other. Soon you decided to get up and get something to drink. You were nibbling on your cup of water when Sif suddenly asked you a suspicious question.

“Do you think you’ll ever come to one of our missions again?”

In the past you had tagged along some of her missions with the Warrior Three, Thor and Loki but – how could one describe this – they never turned out quite the way you had expected. And for the most part that was due to Loki’s shenanigans.

“I’m not sure,” you answered. “You know how all the other missions turned out. I don’t want to experience something like that again. Remember that one time Loki transformed me into a pig?”

Sif tried to hide her smile but failed miserably. “Yes, I do. But come on, (y/n)! I’ll be stuck with five guys on an mostly uninhabited planet for the nornes know how long! All that testosterone will drive me crazy!”

You gave her a sly smile. “Oh, will it?”

“You know how I meant that!” Sif said quickly. You shook off the mischief in your mind and rolled your eyes. “Will Loki be there?”

“Yes, of course.”

“You know he hates me!” you said. “All the other missions before he either made his jokes about me or actively put me in danger just for his entertainment.”

“Don’t worry about Loki. He’s a trickster. I’ll be there to take care of you!”

“You were there the last times too,” you reminded her.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t actively looking out for you back then. This time it will be different. I promise.” She looked at you with honest pleading eyes. You sighed.

“You won’t give up until I say yes, won’t you?”

Sif just shrugged and took another sip of her water. “You know how stubborn I can be.”

“Unfortunately you are right,” you a said in defeat. “Fine, I’ll come with you.”

***

(y/n)’s POV

Just a couple of days later the mission was supposed to start. Heimdall would send you with the bifrost to the planet of Kamir; a planet completely covered in thick jungle with very few lakes in between as the only from of on the surface accessible water source on the whole planet. Apparently grew on this planet a very special flower that could grant the person who eats it immense power. Your mission was it to find and destroy the plant because Odin had decided that it was better to get rid of it than take the risk of any enemies finding it. The flower was still very small and not big enough for harvesting which was why now was the only possible time to destroy it once and for all before it was too late.

“Are you ready?” asked Sif and bumped you with her elbow. “Heimdall said that Kamir has really high temperatures so you better not wear too many layers.”

“Yeah I know,” you said and put on your sword belt. You looked over at Sif who was wearing her full battle armor and frowned.

“Not taking your own advice?”

“I’m rather safe than sorry,” she said with a shrug.

“Safe?” you asked, suddenly insecure. “I thought the planet was uninhabited?”

“Mostly,” she corrected. “Some creatures live there but they aren’t really far developed. They are savage creatures without language or any other sign of intelligent life. Basically beasts. And I don’t know about you but beasts attack and I don’t plan on just letting them attack me.”

“That is a good argument,” you said and put on a vest made out of thick leather. Very hard to rip with teeth or inferior weapons.

After you had collected all your stuff the both of you rode on horses to the place where all of you had decided to meet up. Thor and Loki were already there waiting.

Thor was greeting you with a smile, Mjolnir in his hand. Loki on the other hand looked exactly how you felt. Not very excited and a little grumpy. His arms were crossed and he stood with his body turned slightly away from your small group.

“Perfect, you are already here,” said Thor. He nodded respectfully in your direction. “Lady (y/n), I’m thankful that you will be joining us. We can use a good fighter like you.”

You smiled at him. “Why, thank you Thor. I’m glad to be here.” …kinda, you added in your mind with a look at Loki.

You actually didn’t know why he hated you so much. When you first got introduced the two of you got along quite well. You had a similar sense of humor (although you drew the line at putting people in danger, unlike him) and you enjoyed his presence. But then on your first mission that took longer than just a quick trip he started acting differently and made no secret out of his dislike for you. But you wouldn’t let his change in behavior bring you down. Two could play this game.

Thor and Loki climbed on their horses to be on eye level with you and Sif.

“Do we already know where on the planet this goddamn plant is growing?”she asked.

“Not really,” said Loki coldly. “Heimdall said, that they were able to limit it’s location to a 1000 meter radius but within that we have no idea where it is. If we’re lucky we find it immediately. And if not we could be stuck on there for days.” He gave you a dirty look, like it was suddenly your fault that they didn’t know where the plant was exactly growing. But you were used to this behavior and although it annoyed the hell out of you, you were able to ignore it with an eye roll.

Just a couple of moments later that were filled with Thor and Sif discussing strategies and Loki glaring daggers at you the other three arrived.

“I’m sorry that we are late,” said Fandral. “But someone just had to pack half of Asgards food supply.”

“You made me responsible for the meals. I’m taking my job seriously!” Volstagg replied in his defense. Thor and Lady Sif laughed at their friends and even Loki couldn’t suppress a small smile.

Fandral spotted you and came over with his horse. “Lady (y/n), such a pleasure to have you with us today.” He took your hand and placed a tender kiss on the back of it. Your cheeks flushed a little red. Loki sighed annoyed. “Can we finally go? I wasn’t planing on waiting here until the flower finds itself.”

Yikes.

“Let’s better not keep the princess waiting any longer, shall we?” you said smugly and rode past Loki. All you heard from his was a gasp and something he mumbled under his breath, that made Thor shout a scandalized, “Loki! That’s not how you talk about a lady!”

“Stop treating me like a child!”

“Stop acting like one!” Thor massaged the root of his nose and sighed. “Oh brother, what have we become that I’m the voice of reason?”

The Warrior Three and Lady Sif snickered about the brothers while you were all making your way across the rainbow bridge towards Heimdall’s observatory.

“You are late,” he said upon their arrival. He was standing in front of the entrance, his face stoic and not showing any bits of what he was thinking, or seeing.

“Yeah, apologies, Volstagg was-”

“I know,” he interrupted Fandral’s excuse. “Now come, we need to hurry.”

They all got off their horses and followed Heimdall into the observatory. “Alright, I hope you all prepared accordingly. It will be hot so don’t wear or carry too much! Only take the absolute necessary! But make sure that you take as much water with you as possible! It won’t be easy to access on Kamir.”

“What? I thought there were big lakes?” asked Sif. “Why can’t we just refill our water there?”

“You can’t trust the lakes,” Heimdall said sternly. “They are cursed. They’re full of loreley.”

Sif immediately understood but you were still confused.

“Loreley?” you asked.

“Water spirits. Mermaids,” Sif explained. “They are capable of telepathy and can see your deepest darkest desires, some you might not even be aware of yourself. Then they shape-shift into them to lure you into their arms so that they can pull you into your wet death.” You nodded, finally understanding.

Loki clicked with his tongue. “She doesn’t know anything. She will only hold us up.”

“Loki,” warned Sif sharp. “If I hear another stupid comment from you I’ll make sure you’ll be the one staying behind. Her knowledge of natural materials and combat will be a lot more useful than your stupid magic tricks!” And with that Sif actually managed it to make Loki shut up.

They all walked over to get ready for Heimdall to open the bifrost. Heimdall himself walked over to his pedestal, his sword in his hands.

“Good luck,” he said before ramming his sword down and opening the streaming energy with it. And in the next moment the companions got sucked into its force, traveling the great distance from Asgard to Kamir.

But something must’ve gone wrong because instead of landing all standing up looking like the warriors you were you all just landed awkwardly on top of each other.

“Volstagg, get off of me!” screamed Sif.

“That’s not me!” Volstagg called back.

“Argh! That was my face!” said Hogun.

Thor sucked in a sharp breath. “You just kneed me in the nuts!”

“In Odin’s name, I’m so sorry!” apologized Sif quickly.

A jerk went through the pile of warriors and all you knew was that in the next second you were face to face with Loki, who grunted from the impact your body had on his when you fell on top of him. You were in shock. Your rip cage hurt and your faces were so close that your nose almost touched his. You could feel his heavy breath on your face. Too mesmerized by the sudden close body contact you weren’t able to move. And when Loki noticed that you weren’t doing anything to stand up, he rolled his eyes and pushed you roughly off of his body.

“Ouch!” you exclaimed when your head hit the ground. Your hand flew up to your head and luckily you didn’t feel any blood but you were for sure left with a bump.

Loki was already standing. He dusted off his clothes and looked down at you with a raised eyebrow before walking over to his brother to help him get up.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” said Thor still in pain. “In maybe one or two days.”

“I said, I am sorry!” said Sif. “Stop being such a drama queen.”

All seven of you got up on your feet again and for the first time you could actually take a look at your surroundings without someone’s body part in your face.

You guys were on a small clearing withing a big forest. The trees were as high as buildings and their interlacing branches were building a roof above your heads. That made it hard for the sun to come completely through to the ground where you were standing on and it was kind of dark for the middle of the day. But the probably weirdest thing was the heat. You’d think in the shadow of all those leafs it would be a little colder than in the sunlight but that wasn’t the case. It was just as hot and you already started sweating. The air was humid and every breath felt like your were sucking in water in addition to oxygen.

“Where are we?” you asked, breathless from the beautiful plants around you.

“On Kamir obviously, what did you think?” Loki answered matter-of-factly.

“I know that,” you mumbled but kept your gaze down, your cheeks burning. Who did he think he was? Just because he was Asgard’s prince he didn’t have permission to constantly make you feel like a stupid peasant.

“Do we know what the flower looks like?” asked Fandral and took a look at his surroundings. “Because I see a lot of flowers growing here.” he was right. The ground was covered in all types of different plants from colorful blooming petals to dark green fern.

“Father said it would be glowing purple with blue spots and dark red stems,” said Thor. “But it should still be rather small so we won’t find it easily.”

“Great, sounds like a party,” replied Fendral sarcastically.

“We don’t have time for sarcasm right now,” you said already irritated by the heat. “We should just start searching.”

And so you did. The seven of you were walking for hours. Sweat was running down your face and neck, Sif – who normally always looked well put together – started to look disorganized and even Loki’s pale cheeks were covered with a cherry pink color. It wasn’t even close to dusk when the group was saying that they needed a break.

“Okay alright, we gonna take a break here,” said Thor and sunk to the ground. Everyone was pulling out their water bottles and you were all drinking big gulps of your water.

“Don’t forget what Heimdall said,” reminded Hogun as the voice of reason. “We can’t trust the water on here so we should save ours. We don’t know for how long we’ll be here.”

“Why can’t we just go back to Asgard and bring new water if ours is out?” asked Volstagg.

“Isn’t it obvious?” said Loki. “If we go back now the flower will be without protection. As soon as we are gone our enemies will rip each other apart to get here first.”

“But if they rip each other apart, isn’t that a good thing? I mean, then we won’t have to do it?” joked Volstagg.

Suddenly Thor got up and started taking off his armor.

“Uhm, Thor, what are you doing?” you asked as you watched him take off one layer after another.

“Hogun is right,” he said. “We need to save water and the more we sweat the more we’ll need to drink. We should do what Heimdall said and leave everything we don’t need behind.” He took off his shirt and was left standing there with just his trousers and Mjolnir in his hand.

Sif stared at Thor for a second longer before she just shrugged and started to take her own armor off. Following her example the others undressed as well.

You were a little uncomfortable at first but you thought about the alternative of dying of thirst and decided that it would be worth it. In the end you were left standing in some thin pants, a tank top and your sword belt. You felt the tickling of a pair of eyes on your skin and you looked up.

Loki was standing as far away from you as possible but his eyes were fixed on your figure. He himself was only wearing his thin trousers and a simple linen shirt, that stuck to his body from his sweat. You raised an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”

His eyes flew up to yours. His mouth closed and opened like the mouth of a fish but no sound came out. He quickly averted his gaze and walked away. Weird, you thought.

After everyone had taken off some layers you all felt a lot better and decided to continue with your search. You searched the whole day but without any success. The flower was not to be found.

When the sun was finally setting you were all happy to notice that the air was cooling down.

“I think we should rest now and get up early so that we can continue searching when it’s still dark and cool,” suggested Sif and you all agreed. You quickly found a clearing where you decided to build your camp. The grass was soft and the plants around it didn’t grew dense enough for creatures or the like to hide in there and you could look quite far. So ideal conditions for you all to rest there.

But still, you couldn’t be careful enough so it was your job to put the motion detectors around the camp. You were struggling to install one of them at a tree because the branch was a little too high up when you heard someone behind you say, “Here, let me help you.”

You turned around and to your surprise it was Loki who stood right behind you and was now stretching out his arms to install the little chip above your heads. He was so close that you could feel his body heat and smell his individual scent. When he was done he looked back down at you and frowned. “What? Don’t look at me like that. If you mess up we all could be in danger. Do you really think I’d just let you risk my life like that? Amateur.” He shook his head, took some of the detectors from you and walked away to help you install them.

Something was really strange about Loki today. Despite his comments he was treating you almost like a human. You didn’t know what it was that made Loki change his ways with you (maybe Thor had talked to him before your mission?) but you certainly weren’t complaining. You actually really like it and felt almost flattered by his attention.

Later you were all sitting together in a circle with your food spread out in the middle for everyone to reach. You sat between Sif and Thor, who shielded you from Loki’s glares. You were all eating together in silence, enjoying the nature around you. When the sun had completely disappeared from the sky it was so dark that you almost couldn’t see your own hand before your eyes but nobody wanted to make a fire. Its heat would be too much. But how should you see? If you couldn’t see you all there defenseless. When suddenly something magical happened. You saw it first and touched Thor’s upper arm to get his attention.

“Look!” you said and pointed to the edge of the clearing.

“Wow,” said Sif when she spotted it as well. On of the flowers was slowly opening its petals to reveal a glowing orange color. A lot of other flowers did the same and within moments the whole forest had lit up in all these beautiful colors.

“This is beautiful,” you whispered with a big smile on your face as you watched the fireflies buzzing all around your little group.

“And how are we supposed to find a glowing flower within hundreds of glowing flowers?” asked Loki pretentious.

“Why are you always so pessimistic, Loki?” you shot back. “Can’t you just enjoy something for the beauty of it for once?”

The god of mischief stared at you for quite some time before smiling at you with a smug expression on his face. “Looks like I can not.”

You shook your head in disbelieve and continued to look at him skeptically. As much as he tried to act like the beauty of the nature that surrounded you didn’t impress him, his face was telling a whole other story as he was looking at fireflies in the air.

You had never noticed it before but now that you were looking at him – the real him, not the passive aggressive one he always showed you – you had to admit to yourself that he was kind of beautiful. His expression relaxed and his features illuminated by the alien light. His eyes, normally blue, looked bright green in this strange glow. He wasn’t just a handsome young prince anymore.

Quickly you looked away, your cheeks flushing pink. You couldn’t think about him like that. He hated you. It would be inappropriate of you to think of him any other way than as your bully.

After you had eaten and drunk enough you decided it was time to sleep. Volstagg was supposed to guard your camp first – just to be safe. You choose a place close to the edge of the clearing where you laid down and slowly fell asleep. The last thing you saw before your eyelids fell shut were the purple glowing petals of a beautiful flower.

***

Loki’s POV

He woke up from an uncomfortable feeling in his abdomen. Loki might’ve been a god but even a god needed to pee.

He sat up and scanned his surroundings with his eyes. The flowers were still glowing and the fireflies there dancing through the warm air. His team mates were all fast asleep, including Volstagg who was supposed to be on look out.

“What an idiot,” Loki mumbled to himself as he stood up and walked past him. He walked over to disappear between the trees when he almost fell over a body lying in the grass. He looked down and discovered that it was you. You were lying on your side with your legs pulled up to your chest.

Loki crouched down to take a better look. You looked so peaceful in your sleep. You face was completely relaxed and the corner of your lips moved upwards to form a small smile. You must’ve been dreaming something nice. Loki caught himself thinking how much he wanted to touch you. Just gently ran a finger over your cheek or move a strand of hair out of your face. Be he shook his head and dismissed the thought. What a silly thing to think.

He got up again and walked around you, careful to not disturb your sleep and quickly deactivated the motion detectors before walking away from the others. Because he didn’t want to wake anybody up (not even Volstagg) he decided to tend to his business far off from your camp. He had to walk for quite some time and his thoughts were always on you.

There was something about you that he just didn’t understand. It wasn’t there from the beginning but shortly after meeting you he started to feel weird around you. For some reason every time you were around or even when your name was only mentioned his body started to feel strange. His heart beat quickened, his body felt hot and his blood was boiling. When you walked past him he had to fight back the urge to run after you, to reach out his hand to grab you. When he was close to you he wanted to tangle his fingers in your hair…it was weird. And Loki did not like it.

At the beginning he thought what he felt was anger. He didn’t like you. Why? No idea. So he started to play tricks on you and initially it worked. Whenever your eyes would look at him in shock or anger he felt accomplished. He felt like your whole focus was him and him alone and he enjoyed your attention. But soon after it just got worse. He didn’t like that you were making him feel this way so he wanted to get rid of you however possible. He even put you in danger at multiple occasions but in the end he never pulled through with his dangerous plans. The thought of losing you and never seeing you again displeased him even more than having you around all the time, so he decided to just try to annoy you away. And at first he thought he had succeeded. But then Sif had asked you to join their mission and now Loki didn’t know what to think anymore. He hated you, but he wanted to be close to you. He thought you were annoying, but he wanted to be always on your mind. He didn’t like you, but he hated it whenever Fendral got flirty with you.

Loki was quickly done with his business and he turned around to go back to the camp when he heard something. It was like a soft laugh. Maybe they weren’t as alone as they had previously thought?

Carefully he sneaked towards the sound and to his surprise found a lake with a soft sand shore. The lake was beautiful. Even the water was slightly glowing. Again he heard this laugh this time louder than before and turned his head in the direction from where it came. He couldn’t believe his eyes. There were you! Sitting on a big rock, combing through your hair with your beautiful fingers. Your sinful lips were smiling at him invitingly, your (e/c) eyes watching him playfully. Your arms rose above your head and you curved your bare body seductively.

Loki wade his way over to you utterly confused. “(y/n) what…?

But you put a finger over your mouth, showing Loki that he should be silent. You slowly put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands quickly found your hips and rested there like they had always meant to be there. Without further ado you crashed your sweet soft lips to his. Loki melted into the kiss, quickly deepening it. He was enchanted. Mesmerized by your soft skin beneath his fingers. His heat was beating faster and his hands were gripping your body tighter. Loki was so bewitched by your body, smell and kiss that he didn’t see the inconsistencies that should’ve proven to him that this wasn’t the real you.

He was so fascinated by your beauty that he didn’t see the sharp fangs in your mouth. He didn’t see the bluish-green glow of your skin or the most obvious thing: that from your mid thigh downwards you didn’t have legs but instead a big tail. A fishtail.

***

(Y/N)’s POV

You woke up because of Volstagg’s loud snore. Irritated from the loud sound you looked around. You relaxed quickly after realizing that it was just Volstagg and you were about to go back to sleep again when you noticed that someone from your group was missing. Loki.

“Guys?” you asked and stood up but nobody moved. You walked over to the person closest to you and started shaking them.

“Fendral!” you said. “Wake up! Loki is gone.”

The blond man stirred and slowly woke up. “What? (y/n)?”

“Loki isn’t here. Do you know where he is?”

“No?” Fendral sat up. “Where is he?”

“That’s what I’m asking you!” you said with an eye roll.

“Where is Volstagg?”

At the mention of his name Volstagg flinched and woke up. “Huh?”

“Volstagg!” Fendral said accusingly. “Why are you asleep? Loki is gone. Did you see him?”

“What? No I didn’t,” he said and walked over to the place where Loki had been sleeping.”Where did he go?”

“We wouldn’t ask you if we knew!” you replied.

“What is going on?” asked Thor, who had just woken up. Sif and Hogun started to rub their eyes as well.

“Loki is gone,” answered Fendral with a sigh.

“What? Why didn’t the motion detectors go off?” asked Thor.

“He turned them off,” said Hogun waving one of them in his hand.

“Great,” said Sif sarcastically. “Do we have to search for him now as well?”

“He can’t be that far off,” said Thor and got up to his feet. “We should go search for him and if we’re lucky we still get a little bit of sleep before we have to move again.” The whole group groaned but they listened to their leader and started searching for Loki.

You decided to split up to find him more quickly. You were sneaking through the trees and plants, your hand on the handle off your sword that was resting against your hip. “Loki?” you screamed and you heard the others echoing your calls in the distance. “Loki!”

You came to a lake and the hairs at the back of your neck stood up. This had to be one of the lakes Heimdall had warned you about. The lakes inhabited by loreley. And indeed, you saw their heads with their big pointy ears sticking out from the water. It looked like they were…waiting? Watching in anticipation.

Your eyes followed their gaze and to your horror you saw…Loki! Lying and rolling around in the water with one of those creatures.

“GUYS!” you screamed for the others. You heard a bunch of steps running towards you but you couldn’t take your eyes off of Loki and the mermaid. She looked so familiar….

“(y/n), did you find him?” Thor called when the others arrived and stood next to you. They saw the scene as well.

“Wow,” said Fendral and squinted his eyes to take a better look. “Is that…”

“Me?” you asked in shock. Yes, it was! The mermaid looked exactly like you with her (h/c) colored hair. She was lying on top of Loki who had captured her in his embrace, his lips always moving against hers.

But despite her similarities to you she was still very obvious a mermaid. Her upper body until her mid-thigh looked like a normal female body, except for the green scales that would cover some parts of her skin, like her arms or her stomach, her cheeks. In that moment Loki let out a deep groan, the mermaid pressing her nude breasts closer to his chest, slipping a hand under his drenched shirt and pulling it up. Loki’s hands were slowly moving down her body until they found her butt.

“Okay that’s it!” said Thor and spoke your own thoughts out loud. “Sif, Hogun, you two need to help me get that creature off my brother!”

“But Thor, look!” said Sif and pointed to the lake where the others were still slowly moving closer. “If we enter the water they are gonna pull us down as well!”

“What do you suggest we do then?” asked Thor upset. “Just let them drown him?”

“You know what I always say,” said Fendral and stepped forward. “Just do it.”

Then he ran towards Loki, followed by Volstagg and Hogun. Thor ran after them as well and Sif after a moment of hesitation. But you couldn’t move. Sif’s words didn’t stop circling inside your head. They are capable of telepathy and can see your deepest darkest desires.

Loki hated you. Why would a mermaid take your form to seduce him?

You watched Loki cling to the mermaid on his chest, gripping to her like it was to safe his life, although the exact opposite was the reality.

“How in Helheim is he so strong?” said Fendral as he tried to pull one of Loki’s arms away from her. Thor almost pulled the creature off Loki but in that moment she quickly turned around hissed at him and scratched with her long sharp fingernails across his cheek, making him bleed.

Your eyes darted to the other mermaids in the lake. They had come dangerously close. One of them was almost out of the water reaching out her hand to drag Sif into the depths of the lake by her ankle. Within seconds you drew your sword, jumped over to Sif and cut the mermaids hand off before she could drag her in. The creatures screamed in pain.

“Thank you,” said Sif and you nodded in acknowledgment. Sif turned away from Loki and the others and together you started to fight off the other mermaids. The water that was licking at your legs was cold and you shivered but the adrenaline of the fight took over and you moved smoothly without any disturbances.

“We got it!” screamed Fendral triumphantly. Thor quickly summoned Mjolnir and swung it down on the mermaids head, killing her instantly. You smiled looking at Loki but against all of your hopes he still wasn’t free from the mermaids curse. He let out a scream of agony so full of pain that it ripped your heart apart.

“Brother, she wasn’t real. That was a spirit!” said Thor and tried to pull Loki out of his trance but to no avail. Loki started to attack his older brother with his summoned spear.

“You killed her! You killed her!” he screamed over and over again. Thor mostly blocked his hits. He didn’t want to hurt Loki but you saw that that would become his downfall. Sif and the warrior Three were fighting off the mermaids.

“Thor, use Mjolnir!” called Sif but Thor shook his head.

“I can’t! I could hurt him!”

Suddenly you had an idea. Maybe if Loki saw that you were still alive it would break the curse and he would stop attacking Thor! You ran over to the two brother and slipped between them, standing protectively in front of Thor.

“Loki, I’m here!” you said soothingly. You let your sword fall to the ground and raised your hands in an attempt to calm him down. “Look, I’m fine. I’m alive. Nobody hurt me.” But Loki didn’t recognize you. No, now he started attacking you! You and Thor quickly jumped out of his way.

“Loki! Snap out of it!” you begged him but he didn’t hear you. He didn’t know it was you talking to him. What could you do? What was left?

Another idea formed in your head. It was stupid and there was absolutely no reason for it to work but you were desperate and in this moment you had no other plan. So instead of running from him you stepped towards him. You saw him smiling. It was one of these arrogant smiles that you knew far too well by now. But unlike other times, when you would look away or roll your eyes at this simile, this time you put your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your level, pressing your lips on his smile.

At first he didn’t move. He was in shock and let his spear fall in the sand. You didn’t just let go. You couldn’t be sure that he wouldn’t attack you anymore. But then slowly he started to kiss back. It wasn’t a passionate or wild kiss like he had shared with the mermaid. This one was sweet and innocent. Almost asking Is this okay? Do you want this?

Loki laid a hand on your cheek, carefully holding your face close to his own, while the other was playing with your hair. His touch so delicate like the wing of a butterfly.

Meanwhile your hear beat was going crazy and your tummy was tingling. Your head was going red from lack of oxygen but you didn’t want to stop.

Finally you pulled away. Both of you were breathing heavily but Loki looked kind of confused in addition to that. He was blinking quickly, like he just woke up from a dream. When he saw how close you two were he quickly let go of you and jumped back. “What did just happen?” he asked looking back and forth between you and the others.

Lady Sif and the others had come out victorious of their fight against the mermaids. Having killed most of them and the others were back hiding in the depths off the lake.

“Brother,” said Thor with a smile and patted Loki on the shoulder. “That’s a long story and once I told you all of it I promise I will never let you forget it.”

***

(Y/N)’s POV

You were all walking back to your camp. Loki walking a little behind. Since Thor had explained to him what had happened he didn’t say a single word, rather unusual for Loki. He kept his eyes on the ground making sure to look nobody in the eyes, especially not you. His distance was almost disappointing to you. Obviously you didn’t think he would suddenly change his whole behavior towards you but, as much as you didn’t like to admit it, you had enjoyed your kiss. Hell, it was probably the best kiss you ever had in your life! Despite the circumstances. And you wanted to do it again.

But now was surely not the time to thing about those things. You still had to complete your mission. It was already dawn when you were back at your camp and most flowers had stopped glowing. What a shame, you thought to yourself. You really liked the way they looked.

Thor told everybody to pack up their stuff and you walked over to the place where you had slept last night when something caught your attention. The purple flower!

“Thor?” you called and the god of thunder strolled over to you.

“Yes?”

“What exactly did you say the flower looks like?”

“Purple petals, blue spots and dark red…” his sentence left unfinished when he looked at the flower you were pointing at. Exactly the flower he was describing.

“Are you kidding me?” screamed Sif and walked over to you two.” It was here right in front of our noses the whole time?”

“Does it matter?” asked Volstagg. “That means we can go home now!”

All of you agreed. Thor took Mjolnir and quickly destroyed the plant with it so that nobody would ever be able to harvest it.

“That’s it?” you asked unsatisfied. “Seven warriors and all this drama just for you hitting it with your hammer and everything is solved?”

Thor shrugged. “I guess?”

You groaned but didn’t complain any further. All you wanted to do was go back home and make some new weapons. The group was almost done with packing when you saw sitting Loki far away from all the others, drawing pattern in the grass with his fingers. You walked over to him and sat down next to him in the grass. His body immediately stiffened.

“Loki, I won’t bit you,” you told him softly and laid your hand on of his, stopping him from drawing and making him look at you.

“I know,” he said. “I’m just…It’s just…” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

You nodded, accepting his apology. “It’s alright. That could’ve happened to any of us.”

“I’m not just sorry that you had to fight those mermaids,” he admitted. “I’m sorry that you had to…you know. Kiss me.”

You shrugged. “I didn’t have to kiss you. I could have also just let Thor kill you.” Both of you laughed.

“I guess, I should thank you then,” he said smiling at you. For the first time you looked into his eyes and you didn’t see arrogance or hatred. When he looked at you his eyes were full of softness and admiration. “So, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you said grinning. Loki looked down again slowly interweaving his fingers with yours. “Is there anything else you want to tell me?” you asked him hopefully.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I think…I think, I might not actually hate you.”

You smiled brightly and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. “I don’t hate you either,” you whispered in his ear.

He returned your smile.

“I’m glad,” he said back before kissing you once again.

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 34: Breaking News

Chapters: 34/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: Mentions of nudity. death, internet misogyny Relationships: Loki x Reader (Someday) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Reader, Thor, Brunnhilde, Heimdall Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Loki Has Some Telling Dreams, Loki Has Some Legitimate Fears, This Is Why People Have A Low Opinion Of Journalists These Days, Clickbait More Like Clickhate Amirite Summary: Fame can be particularly unpleasant

You stormed into the bathtub, naked as the day you were born, and the fury of you pushed him back against the wall. It was hard now to remember that you were mortal. Small. Helpless. It was hard to remember when you approached, wrapped in burning rage, like a force of nature. Thor could not help, for he too, was weak in the face of mortal women. Brunnhilde would not help, for she knew, as Loki now did, that he had made a terrible mistake. He looked to them for support anyway.

They were not there. There was only you and him, in a bath that seemed increasingly too small. The water lapped at your breasts as you splashed towards him. He had tried not to look, he had really tried. But you had demanded it. “Look at me!” You had snarled, and he had, and he remembered every inch of skin he had seen before your little fist had connected...

Not again. It wasn't that the strike had hurt exactly, he hadn't minded that. It was the anger, and the hurt underneath it. It was knowing that it was all because of how callous and thoughtless he had been, when he was supposed to be better than that.

“Look at me!” You demanded, and he did, resigned to what was to come. Your hand shot out and grasped the back of his head, fingers curling in his hair.

What?

In a single, smooth movement, you closed the last of the distance between you and him, sliding up against his body and capturing his mouth in a searing kiss.

His entire mind blanked, and he just stood, dumbfounded for a few moments, until everything caught up with him. Then he flung his arms around you, crushing you to his chest and returning the kiss with equal fervor.

Oh, this...this was so much better than being punched...

He poured passion into you, wanting more, more, more. It had been so long since he'd had this, and even then, it was with suspicion and apprehension hanging over him. But this felt so pure, so true. He didn't want to ever stop.

He kissed you ceaselessly until the water went cold around him, and even then, he didn't want to stop. But the cold was creeping up his body, so, so cold. Cold and...hard...

He drew back suddenly, to stare into your unblinking, rime-covered eyes. Your face, your body, rigid like a perfectly detailed statue.

Loki tried to leap away, shouting in horror, but the bathwater was solid, trapping him from the hips down. He flailed, the blue of his skin catching his eye.

Odin was there, perched on the tiles on the other side of the tub. He was saying something, but Loki could not hear over his own screaming.

He opened his eyes to the false night created by the hotels blackout curtains, immediately rushing to your bedside. You were breathing softly, slowly, and he almost thew his arms around you in relief, only drawing back at the last moment, for fear that you would freeze at his touch.

What was getting into him? First, out on the island, he had almost...done something before that bird had interrupted. Had he almost kissed you? Why? Why was he dreaming about it now, why was he craving something like that? Such things were not for him, surely he was still too busy, surely he was not meant for trivialities like romance. That must be what the dream was about. He was still too broken, too untrustworthy, too dangerous. It would only end in disaster.

At least it was now obvious that you didn't share all of his dreams. You slept peacefully, unaware of the warnings his mind was providing him. A warning. He should heed it. Banish all thoughts of soft affections and closeness. It was just a warning to keep his hands to himself.

He had been getting too comfortable by far. Holding your hand out in public, putting his arms around you, dancing with you. Crawling right into bed with you, the instant you allowed it of him! He even tried running to you for comfort after this nightmare, even though he was the one who was supposed to be protecting you! Even though he was the one who was a danger to you.

That dream was incredibly unfair. He had never once lost control over his form, not ever. Only the touch of another frost giant, or their magic, could force him to revert, otherwise, he had perfect control. He had kissed others, and not frozen them.

None of them had been mortal though. Or rather, none of them had been as weak and lowly as a human. So soft, so delicate. So fragile. So brief.

He paused a moment to regain control of his breathing. There was something so appealing about your vulnerability, especially since you lived your life as if mostly unaware of it. All humans did, despite being the most frail of the peoples in the Eight Realms.

Retreating to his bed, he settled down, but did not sleep, visions of forbidden intimacy swimming just behind his eyelids.

******

You awoke, well rested and fresh. What lovely dreams you'd had. Traveling the universe, bathed in blue light, like a fading star. Something was attempting to communicate with you, not in words, but in impressions. It showed you dozens of worlds, peoples, stars, and other wonders. You could visit all these places, it promised, you could see all these things and more. All you had to do was learn how.

Bolstered by that potential future, you greeted the morning, barely noticing how quickly Loki switched places with Saldis, neglecting to tease you at all. At least you now knew you didn't share all of your dreams with him, not that you would have minded sharing this one.

You went out for breakfast with Saldis and Borgliot, and showed off your new puffin charm, and the seeds you had bought at the botanical gardens. Both women cooed over the puffin, just as charmed by the silly birds as you were. Saldis showed you a patterned, wool sweater she had bought to bring back to Andsvarr and a box of salted licorice for herself, and Borgliot had a bottle of Brennivin and a pair of very nice hiking boots for her brother, whom she told you was trapped on Vanaheim. There were a lot of families that had been scattered that way, with family members offworld at the time of Ragnarok, who had no way now to return without the Bifrost.

“We two shall meet again, I am certain.” Borgliot said. “In time, the Bifrost shall be repaired, and restored to its former power. We hast only to wait.”

Borgliot had time. She was maybe a little younger than the king, just young enough to have missed being discovered by the Valkyries before their last flight. Plenty of time left to see the Bifrost returned to full strength. You might not though.

Shame that. You did want to explore space, just like in your dream, but unless there was some breakthrough in building it, the Bifrost would be no help.

Saldis and Borgliot were going home today, since the trial was over, and they were no longer needed. Thor was swamped with press, and meetings with the local authorities, but he and Brunnhilde planned on leaving tomorrow, if they could conclude all their business by the end of the day. That would leave you and Loki alone in the city for two days after that, if you wanted to stay.

There was still a waterfall to visit, and more whale watching to do. Plenty of museums to visit, plenty of history to learn. Surely you could fill two days with education.

You saw the girls off on their horses with many well-wishes on their return, then rejoined Loki and Thor before the latter had to run off to another meeting. Brunnhilde, however, had other plans for you, dragging you away with her to input numbers into your new phone.

******

Loki watched you go with some apprehension. The Valkyrie could be unpredictable as he was, and Loki was disinclined to fully trust anyone who reminded him of himself. Still, he was certain that she would not allow you to get yourself into any real trouble, and said nothing as the two of you left.

“So...” Thor said, a jovial tone in his voice that Loki recognized as meaning some kind of brotherly teasing was on its way.

“Yes?” He said testily, not really in the mood.

“You have been somewhat...indiscreet this week, don't you think?”

“I'm sure I have no idea what you mean.”

“Oh, well then, allow me to show you!”

Thor held out his phone with a majestic flourish. His newsfeed was clogged with article after article full of pictures; you and himself walking together, holding hands, eating meals, hugging, leaning on each other, just being together. Headlines speculated every possible thought, though most of them were centered on whether or not you were dating. There was one that showcased a picture taken of him carrying you in his arms, and leaping from the courthouse stairs. He looked terribly dashing to his own eyes. The headline shouted in bold text:

DEMON OR DISNEY PRINCE: Could the Controversial Prince of Asgard Have Rethought His Stance on Human Inferiority?

He snorted. Possibly. But it wasn't anybody's business but his.

Directly beneath that article was yet another-there were stacks and stacks of them-that featured you clinging to his arm with an unpleasant, clearly photoshopped expression.

HUSSIE OF THE MONTH: Supposed Victim Actually Shameless Social Climber? Pictured Here Brazenly Clutching The World's Most Eligible Villain!

“My, that one is unfriendly, isn't it?” Thor said, disapprovingly.

“I am not that eligible.” Loki protested.

“That's the part you're concerned about?”

“There's so many of them. They just go on and on; why are there so many? Look at this: 'Fantastic Frenemies? The Lady Doth Not Protest Too Much?' Ugh, 'Loki's Live-In Lady'? Look, this one calls her a doxie! How dare they publish that! Is there no oversight? I hope she hasn't seen these yet.”

“Uh, well...I'm pretty sure Brunnhilde was going to show her...”

“Oh no.”

“You have got to be kidding me!” You bellowed from where the Valkyrie had led you.

“Oh no.”

You stormed back up to him pointing at your new phone.

“Is this what you mean by PR?” You snapped. “I don't even recognize some of the words they're calling me!”

“I know, and I share your fury.” Loki assured. “I will find the addresses of these publishing houses, and I will utterly destroy them. No stone left atop another, I will raze them to the ground! I shall-”

“Loki!” Thor scolded.

“I shall write them a stern letter, detailing my disapproval!” Loki amended.

“It won't stop them.” You grumbled. “It's all clickbait, and it's all already out there. Once something's on the net, it's there forever. This is never going away.”

Loki placed his hands on your shoulders, leaning down to look you right in the face.

“Then we will do what those of us who are higher than they always do: ignore them. They are as ants to such as us, inconsequential and petty.”

You brushed his hands away. “That's easy for you to say, you aren't the one getting slut-shamed for no reason! Ugh! I need to take a walk or something.”

“Very well.” Loki said. “We can go-”

“I mean by myself.” You cut him off.

“My dear, I'm not sure that would be safe...”

“I just want some time to myself, is that too much? This shit is gonna spread like wildfire. By the end of the week, everyone's gonna see it. You get to be a prince, and I get to be a floozy. Great. I need to go stomp around a little. Meet me at the whale watching pier in a couple hours?”

“What? No, _____, I cannot advise-”

“See ya in a couple hours!” You stalked off, leaving him spluttering behind you. It was rude, and you knew it, but anger and distress burned through you, and you didn't want to take it out on him. Yeah, okay, Loki definitely had a bad reputation, but people weren't lambasting him sexually with no proof! You didn't need the added nonsense of dozens of news outlets accusing you of the same thing that murderer had!

So maybe you weren't a pure, untarnished virgin. But then again, as far as any of them knew, maybe you were! The point was, that it wasn't anybody's business but yours.

But they'd published it anyway, and were going to make a bunch of money off of it, and your dad, and Tara, and everyone you had ever known was going to see it, and so was everyone you hadn't even met yet. And it would inform their opinions of you, even if they didn't realize it, even if they tried not to let it.

And what would the people of Asgard make of it? You knew there were people there who already had a low opinion of you; you didn't want the general populace to get the impression that you were merely gold-digging trash.

“_____!” Someone called. “_____! You're _____, aren't you?”

You turned to face a small group of strangers, a few of whom you recognized from the courthouse steps. You drew back away from them. What did they want? Surely you couldn't have gotten yourself into danger so soon after blowing Loki off. That would just be embarrassing.

“Are you okay?” One of them, a young woman, asked. “Are you alone? Have you finally escaped the bastard? We can sneak you out, we think. Come with us, and we can get you home!”

Oh, they still thought Loki was some great, looming villain that you needed to be saved from. Well, it was several steps up from being threatened.

“It's...not that easy, you guys.” You said. It had been so long since you had spoken with someone who sounded like you, and these people at least seemed sympathetic.

“Has he threatened you? I'm sure there's somewhere you could go into hiding-”

“No, no, no, nothing like that. It's just that there's a lot going on, and I can't leave, I live here now-”

“And despite what you may have heard, I take very good care of her.” Loki said from directly behind you. He slid one hand smoothly over your shoulder, almost clutching, as the group of supportive protesters shrank away from him in fear.

“You wouldn't happen to have been following me while invisible, would you, your Highness?” You asked sourly.

You could practically feel his smugness falter, through the pressure of his hand.

“I might have.”

You tapped his fingers sharply, and he withdrew his hand.

“Just give me some time.” You entreated. He didn't say anything else, just walked back up the street with a barely perceptible hangdog expression.

“You can just...talk to him like that?” One of the terrified protesters whispered.

“Yeah, sometimes. He'll probably play some trick on me later, but it won't be so bad. Listen, you guys, there's been a lot of misunderstandings surrounding all this. C'mon, let's go talk about it...”

*****

Sofie put her phone away in disgust.

“Ugh! If I didn't need to ferry supplies back and forth, I might not ever go back to civilization!” She exclaimed.

“The pictures looked nice.” Frodi said. “They seem happy.”

“That only makes this disrespect worse.” Fritjof grumbled as Savane stirred their stew.

“Poor _____. She's really getting the worst of it.”

“She's an easier target.” Frodi pointed out. “She's not a god, and she's not threatening. There's nothing she can really do to get them to stop. Not that they've exactly spared Loki, but they can get really nasty at her expense.”

“Actually, I would like to speak with you about that.”

All four heads whipped around to face the unfamiliar voice, as Heimdall approached from behind the tents, the fire reflected in his eyes.

All four worshipers wordlessly moved aside to make room. With an appreciative nod, he took a seat.

“These gatherings are inevitable, and they are not unwelcome.” He began. “Truthfully, I find it flattering that any of you remember us at all, unreliable storytelling not withstanding. But even in the times of your distant ancestors, not everyone was welcoming of us. This hostility and confusion is nothing new.

The span of it, however, is. News traveled much more slowly in those days; there was more time to plan and prepare, to fortify ones position and allies. Now, there is less time for preparation, and people, including enemies, can move much more quickly from place to place. Your people could not fly, the last time I walked these lands. Now, you can traverse the whole of Midgard in mere days.

And now, entire camps of potential enemies have set up outside my city, motivated by hostility for one man, and confusion over one woman. I cannot look everywhere at once, and there are many things that currently require my attention.”

Frodi nodded. “And you want us to keep an eye out for potential trouble.”

“I want you to be wary of potential trouble.” Heimdall corrected. “I cannot advise that you enter into any kind of conflict. I do not believe that the majority of these people came here seeking violence, but that the minority who did might spread their influence if you are perceived as a threat. Eventually, there will be mingling. That too is inevitable. Welcome those who come to you, learn what you can. Many of these people do not truly understand the situation, and I cannot go explain to them myself without being seen as dangerous. It seems my presence stirs unease in much of humankind.”

This last was said with a pointed glance at Fritjof, who dropped his gaze.

“It might have to do with people having secrets, and you being able to see everything.” Savane pointed out bluntly. Fritjof and Sofie shot her quick glances.

“Probably.” Heimdall said, unperturbed. “Now, I am not conscripting you, and there is no reward I have the authority to offer, however, if these new people prove to be dangerous to your camp, I can move guards out here to patrol the borders.”

“That is very gracious. I'll inform the others. You too, Sofie.” Frodi stood, brushed himself off, and motioned for Sofie to follow. The two of them walked off into the camp, to visit the fires of others.

“Savane, I feel the soup could use some of your special spice blend.” Heimdall said.

“Yes, you see, that is exactly what I was speaking of earlier.” She said, but went back to her tent anyway.

“Fritjof, son of Jor, will you tell me why you set that tent on fire? You knew there was no one inside.”

“You saw.” Fritjof said apprehensively. “Of course you did. I believed its owner was the man who attacked Loki's seidkona, and I wanted him to have no shelter among us.”

“Decisive, but dangerous, don't you think?”

“If you saw me do it then you should know I had it completely under control.”

“And no one else knows? No one ever notices that your fire never goes out?”

“No. Will you tell them?”

“I will not. It is not mine to tell. But if you value your friends, you should inform them of what you are capable of. I do not believe that they will shun you for your difference. But then again, I was born to a people who value those with such special abilities.”

“I will think about it.” Fritjof said, but would not promise anything further. The thing that drove him out here in the first place, the thing that made him obsessed with blood and heritage, that thing was his own, and he did not trust it with anyone else.

*****

“-And she was so shy that it took her weeks just to hold my hand.” Todd was saying. A group of newcomers had gathered around his tent to hear his stories about the woman who was rapidly becoming legend.

“She's so sweet and innocent. I really worry about what that alien has been putting her through.”

“Why didn't you follow her to the city?” Someone asked.

“Oh, I'm no match for a horse's speed.” Todd admitted. “And she's doing something important there, that shouldn't be interrupted. Did you know someone actually tried to kill her? It's terrible! That never happened back home. She's gotta go witness at his trial, and I hope they put him away for good.”

“I wonder if it was one of those fanatic at the other camp?” Someone else mused. “They're creepy. You know they actually think these people are real, literal gods?”

“Yeah, it's a little weird. Don't know why you'd wanna worship someone like Loki. Thor, maybe, he seems like a decent dude, but he's definitely flesh and blood, not a god. Just an alien. This is like some Fifties pulp novel: Aliens Stole My Girl! Poor _____. She's got to be so confused.”

“Hey dude.” Said another camper, who had heard Todd's lament more than a few times. “If she's your girl, then what's all this?” She handed Todd her phone, and he scrolled down through all the articles that had made you so distressed, outrage plain on his face.

“This is bullshit.” He declared. “Whoever those reporters are, they sure don't know _____! She isn't like that at all. But him-oh, we all know what a liar and manipulator he is! He's definitely deceiving her; she's just kind and naive enough to be twisted around by him.”

“I bet he's using her just to make himself look good.” One of them said.

“Well, don't fall for it.” The other camper answered, taking her phone back. “He's still the same bastard he's always been. You don't just stop being a power hungry lunatic overnight. No matter how harmless or friendly he might seem right now, it's all part of a plan. If he was really serious about not being Earth's enemy, he'd have turned himself in to justice, or make reparations to the cities he terrorized, or even issued some kind of apology! He hasn't done any of that, and he doesn't intend to! He thinks if he just waits long enough, it'll all go away, and he can just do whatever he wants with impunity! He kidnapped a woman from her workplace and put her in harms way. No amount of cute pictures can change that. Never forget what he's done! Never forget! Never forget!”

The cry went up, a chorus audible from the gates of the city.

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