#loki jotun form

[gloriousburden]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[daisybell17]

Falling for the Joutun boy

Prologue: Instead of the government system Midgard uses in our world, this version of our world falls under a royal family that governs over all the nations.

That being said, you were a princess of this family which meant thousands of people adored you, and several princes definitely had their eye on you as you aged.

Though your eye was on one Joutun boy. Your family has made a deal with the kingdom of Joutunheim that would end the thousand year war and unite both realms, and that’s where you met Loki. You were both only about 4 years of age when you both met and oh how you enjoyed his presence. The games you both played and the stories and jokes you would tell each other, it was nothing but pure happiness and awe.

Even as a young princess you had your eye on him, and as he possessed the power of ice, he often start snowball fights with you and build ice castles. Oh the more and more did you enjoyed his company…Until Asgard raged war against Joutunheim…Many of Joutunheim’s people were either captured or perished, and all that remained, retreated to earth…

Unfortunately Loki was one of the captured, and you hadn’t seen him since…until today?

Invited to an Asgardian ball, your family had decided to go. They knew your hatred of the Asgardian royal family after they destroyed Joutunheim but nevertheless, you had to go for formality reasons.

Arriving at Asgard, you felt a wave of anxiety flush over your body…as if being here felt wrong. Don’t get me wrong, Asgard was beautiful without a doubt…it was the royalty of that land you had your problems with.

Showing up to the palace, your family name was announced and you made your way in…and holy hell was it an amazingly beautiful palace…what? no?! How could you think this was beautiful?! These people destroyed homes…

You made your way to the assigned seat and watched as each royal family poured in…

”Unfortunately Family Laufeyson will not be making their appearance tonight”

“Well no shit?!” You thought, “They destroyed Joutunheim and had the gall to announce something like that?! Ignorant assholes?!”

As the night went on you failed to enjoy yourself. Watching everyone interact and share lively conversations made you feel left out, well to be fair you didn’t not want to be there in the first place but you still wanted to talk with people

A loud trumpet echoed the halls which signaled the introduction of Odin, Frigga and their children

“I present King Odin and Queen Frigga of Asgard.” They both walked into the great hall hand in hand with smiles plastered on their faces

You rolled your eyes in your head, not really paying attention to what was happening

“I present Thor Odinson, first born son and prince Asgard. And Loki Odinson, second born son and prince of Asgard.

“hUH WHAT?!” Your head snapped at the announcement of Loki’s name, almost chocking on your own saliva.

Looking down you see Loki…it’s actually him?! But wait, Odinson?! You couldn’t take your eyes of the prince. It’s been nearly 15 years since you last saw him…and admittedly you found yourself turning red, he’s definitely grown into a fine young man.

Watching him walk across, you turned to your parents who seemed to be just as shocked as you. “Prince Loki…As in…Loki Laufeyson?” Your mother said. “I…how is this even possible mother?” No one really had a response, how do you even…explain this?!

You waited with little patience as the formal announcements ended and the ball continued. Your eyes were fixed on Loki who seemed…anxious? nervous? You couldn’t tell, but he was clearly uncomfortable.

You made your way down and to Loki as fast as you could…Tapping him on his back, he turned around as you captured his attention. “Oh…Hi! Uh can I help you princess?”

“You’re Loki…Odinson…right?”

“Why yes I am! Might I say princess you look fine tonight”

You blush at his words and reciprocate the compliment back to him. Since you knew Loki quite well from childhood, you brought up topics of interest. It would be crazy of you to suddenly ask personal questions, or worse, let him find out who he was and his truth within seconds.

Safe to say he was immediately entranced by you, as if he knew you all his life. No one ever showed much interest in him growing up, often he was pushed aside by Odin. Frigga and Thor loved him dearly but even with that love, he could still feel that separation, always knowing he was different.

As your shared conversation with food and drinks continued on, he invited you to go out to the garden. It was quite loud inside and a nice late night chat by the beautiful flowers seemed perfect.

Leading you outside, you both sat by the bench, watching the starts and moon

“You know, I didn’t expect to enjoy this ball at all, then you came up and talked to me…” He flashed a small smile at you, causing a small blush to form around your cheeks

“Well I have to thank you too…This is definitely not how I expected this night to go at all…I didn’t even want to go at first but my mother kinda forced me out” You chuckled, remembering just how pissed off you were hours ago.

“Oh? Are you not a fan of balls?” He questions, raising his eyebrows.

“haha balls” Your mind quickly diverts to. Quickly shoving your humour away you answer back “Erm, not that i’m not a fan of royal balls…I like the dresses and food…but if I had the choice not to attend, I probably wouldn’t”

“Hmmm me too I guess…I show up here for formality and because im the “great prince of Asgard!”” He air quotes sarcastically. “As if i’m even treated like a god…let alone a person here” He scoffs

“What do you mean? Are people hurting you?”

“I guess you could put it like that…” looking away from you, it’s obvious this topic makes him uncomfortable

“Hey we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to”

“No no…I want to…I don’t get to tell my story to many people…”

The conversation pauses for a second as the night sounds settle in. Loki is looking at the ground, it seems like he’s gathering his thoughts of what to say.

“Growing up I…I was just never treated as equal…or even as a person…Yes my mother was always there and Thor…well was Thor. I know he loves me dearly and I think the world of him…It’s just…Odin and everyone else on Asgard. I was just…never enough in anyone’s eyes…even my own. There’s always just something different about me…I just never really knew what it was…”

You didn’t say anything and let the silence of the night take over…”I figured out I wasn’t straight a long time ago…but even then something never really clicked…Like something from my youth was missing, or gone, or never existed..I-I’m sorry I know I’m making no sense right now” He says as some tears start coming in

“Hey hey…” You say…Should you tell him? Let the secret out? But how could you do it? No not yet…

“Hey” You offer your hand for him to hold. Looking at your gesture he grasped you firmly.

You take a deep breath and worked something up “Hey…look…we spend our lives in search for something, anything that would make sense and even then we sometimes don’t find it…And I-what the”

Suddenly your hands start to glow. The light coming from you and Loki’s hands entranced you. Snapping your head up you met with Loki’s eyes…and he was finally the Loki you first knew

“Y-You…I-I know you” Loki said. “I know me…I…” He looked at himself as his entire body shifted…Shifting back to his true form. Eyes going wide as his skin turns blue, it’s a beautiful sight in your eyes.

Then you pulled away and it all stopped. Stepping back you were met face to face with the Joutun boy you fell for. “Loki…are you…are you ok?”

He didn’t speak…He couldn’t take his eyes off his hands…that’s when the tears started falling and his knees met the ground. His head peeked up, and a smile plastered his face.

“The Midgardian princess who saved my land…The girl who spent a part of my youth with…Oh the games we played and the stories we told and the snowballs fight we shared…I know you…”

“Oh Loki…” You started tearing up… “Do you remember now?”

“I do…and I was right…and oh I love you…”

“What?!” You said laughing “W-What do you me-“

“You really didn’t think I had my eye on you since we were kids? Oh you were the prettiest girl i’ve ever met…and you played with me?! You touched my heart from day one” Loki said now holding your hand

Your heart was starting to melt, he noticed you just as much as you noticed him. “Oh Loki!” You hugged him close “You remember! You know me…you know…you!”

“I do…oh gods I do!” He hugged you close…”There is still…too much to figure out and what to do…You promise you aren’t terrified…I’ve heard the stories of Joutun’s…and now that I know everything…I don’t know how to feel..?”

“Loki…Oh my prince…The color that paint your skin is one that I adore. Your eyes of red shine bright into my soul. The cold touch is freezing for sure, but my warmth match and I promise…I promise…I find peace within you and in that peace…I love you. I love you my Joutun boy…”

He smiles and held you close…He might have his memory back for now, but the road to acceptance and love for himself and you is yet to blossom to its fullest. But in this moment…he smiles knowing that someone fell for him…for who he really was…For Loki.

[taw-k]

LOOSING MY FUCKING MIDDNS SNDBAISOG YXKSBEVDKCUSJXBXHDHOZKBS

IVE NEVER LOVED MARVEL MORE I USUALY HATE THEM AND THEYRE THE WPRST BUT HOYLYYYY SHIT YESSSS LOKI MOMMAMAMSMSMAMAMAAAAA

[natendo-art]

✨Jotun princess ✨

I really wanted to draw her again, and this pose seem liked the perfect excuse 💕🙏🏻

The original artwork 💕

[lokigodofmyheart]

COLD

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Words: 1.2k

Summary: Y/N and Loki had been best friends for a long time and she knew about his heritage. She was okay with it. One day they were at his room, talking, and then one thing led to another and they kissed.  

Warning/Content: smut, temperature play, jotun Loki.

MASTERLIST KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Loki's lips were like heaven. Y/N moaned against it when his tongue explored her mouth and his hand roamed her body. Loki was on top of her, between her legs, his body pinning her down on the bed as he moves against her and she could feel him hard on his leather pants.  

He kissed her jaw, then her neck, before he pulled away to look at her, his eyes darken with desire “You trust me, right?” 

Y/N looked at him, her eyes not much different from his. She gave a small nod “With my life.” 

Loki smiled against her neck before he pulled back just a little so they could undress each other. Soon they were naked, Y/N watching his body.  He started to kiss her neck, down to her collarbone. He kissed her chest, her breast, her stomach, going down her body, until he stops in her hips, spreading her legs more, making a small gasp left her lips. 

He kissed her inner thigh while his hand held her hips. Loki stopped, looking up at her, eyes filled with desire and something else… he looked like a starved beast in that moment, hungrily staring up at her. He kept looking up at her as he moved his mouth to her core, his tongue slowly started to lick her. Y/N moans feeling his warm tongue moving against her pussy. 

“Loki...” Her voice sound like a needy moan. He let out a little moan against her, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure he pressed his mouth firmer against her.  

Loki pulled away slightly, licking his lips before speaks “You taste amazing.” His voice was quiet and deep, as if he was saying a secret that only she knew about. He moved his tongue back to her. His tongue starts to work more vigorously, like he can’t get enough of her, moving faster, focusing on her clit. 

He looks up at her again, licking her, sucking her, his eyes darkened and filled with hunger and desire at each sound she made it, until she closed her eyes. Loki smirks against her, he wanted to try something with her and now would be the perfect time, so without warning, he turned in his Jotun form. 

Y/N moans a little louder, feeling the change of temperature. His tongue now was ice cold, and so was his hands on her. Loki loved how she reacted and it only fueled his desire more. Her run his tongue in all off her pussy, around her entrance and went back to focus on her clit. He let his hands wander up her body, feeling the cold of his hands against her skin until his hands found up to her breasts and he gently rolled her nipples on his cold fingers, making her moan more.  

“Loki...” A desperate moan came from her lips, indicating she was feeling so good. Loki loved to hear it, loving how she was reacting to this form of him...the real him.  

Her hips moved slightly against his tongue, meeting his pace. He knew she was getting closer to cum and he speed up her tongue, sucking her clit just to make her moan even more while his hands came back to her hips to hold her down in place. In a few more seconds, she was moaning his name and arching her back while she orgasmed.  

Loki continued to eat her out until she rides out her orgasm. As he felt her body relaxing, he pulled away from her, breathing heavy, his eyes dark, and his Jotun form starting to change back.  

Y/N finally opened her eyes, looking at the god on top of her. His eyes were dark with desire, and all she wanted was to him to finally fuck her. “Loki...please...I need you.” 

He looked at her, his eyes filled with lust and hunger. He didn’t need to be told twice, he was just as desperate as she was “I need you too… more than you know.” 

At that, he grabbed her legs and wrapped around his waist. His cock was hard as he positioned himself on her entrance. Y/N gave a small nod, desperate to feel him, and then he slowly started to push in, a small groan coming from his lips. She moaned at the new feeling of him filling her up, stretching her walls with his size.  

Loki gave her a moment to get used, but some part of him also needed a moment to not just cum right there with how tight she felt around him. He slowly started moving, looking at her to see if there was any sign of discomfort. When he found none, he started picking up his pace. 

Moans left her lips as he thrusts on her. He keeps going, loving each sound she was making. His movements becoming a little bit faster, a little bit harder, seeking for more. He looked at her face, the pleasure she was feeling and he decided to test his other form again.  

Without a warning, he turned back in his Jotun form, right before her eyes. She moaned, fighting to keep her eyes open at the new sensation of his cock cold as ice, thrusting on her.  

Loki let out a low groan, the temperature change affecting him more than he expected. She suddenly felt way too hot around him, and that made him even crazy. His grip tightened on her hips, a few groans coming from the god’s lips.  

“Loki...” Y/N moans his name. 

He whispered against her ear, his breath cold and heavy “Faster? Or harder?” 

“Both.”  

He didn’t even hesitate, wanting to give her everything she wanted. His hips moved even faster, harder, going as deep as he can “You like that?” She only nods, not trusting her mouth would do anything else than moan again.  

As he continued to move, hitting a deep spot inside of her, he started feeling her clenching slightly around him. He knew she was close and he wanted nothing more than to make her cum on him “Cum for me, love...” 

Hearing his words and with the feeling of him, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She felts even tighter around him and she couldn’t help as her eyes closed at the intense pleasure she felt. That was the final push that Loki needed, and soon after she rode out her orgasm, he came too, with a deep grunt. 

He lets his body fall against her of exhaustion, turning back to his Asgardian form as he kissed her gently on the lips, then on her forehead before he pulled out and laid on the bed next to her “You okay?” 

Y/N nods, still catching her breath “Yeah…that was amazing by the way…” 

Loki nods, his breath still heavy as he pulls her closer “Yes, it was...It was an interesting experience.” He holds her in his arms, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin when he spoke again, hesitantly “I was afraid you would be...disgusted...” 

“Loki...” She looks up at him with a soft gaze “How many times do I have to tell you I don’t find you disgusting like that?” 

He looks at her, a small smile forming on his face “I know, I know...but I still worry about it. It's hard to shake off old insecurities.” 

Y/N looked at him, with a smirk “Let’s take a shower then. I’ll get rid of those insecurities.”  

Loki chuckles but soon a smirk formed on his lips “Lead the way.” 

[vbecker10]

Let Me Go

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: Prince Loki has been declared king regent after the Allfather falls into the Odinsleep without any warning while Prince Thor remains banished on Midgard. The God of Mischief summons you to his chambers in order to dissolve your engagement despite your reassurance that you will stand by his side through whatever devastating lie his father revealed to him.

Warnings: No happy ending! Angst, Loki telling you he's a monster, reader feeling hurt, confused, devastated, Loki hurting reader (just a tiny bit)

A/N: Oh look... another fic that I wasn't supposed to be working on but couldn't get out of my brain! Why do I bother with a drafts list if I can't follow the stupid thing? Anyways... I hope you are all here to be emotionally devastated cause that is the goal. As I said in the warnings, this isn't going to have a happy ending but if I get enough comments about it, I might make an alternate happy ending version.

This of based off an idea I got from the Three Doors Down song, Let Me Go linked at the bottom. I liked the lyrics a lot and used them for some of the conversation between Y/N and Loki.

Good luck & don't hate me, I warned you! 💚

The door to the library opens and closes but you keep your eyes down, your attention solely on your book and not the heavy footsteps coming steadily towards you. You flip to the next page quickly, biting your lip as you tuck your legs under you on the small couch and hold the book closer.

"Lady Y/N," a familiar voice breaks through your focus and causes you to jump in surprise.

"Fandral, I apologize. I was so engrossed in my reading, I didn't hear you come in," you greet one of the warriors three as you stand, smoothing out the skirt of your floor length gown. Prince Thor's oldest friend he doesn't smile in return and you can't stop the anxiousness that fills you. "Is there news of Prince Thor from Midgard?" you ask hopefully, the older prince has been gone for nearly a month. Much longer than anyone had expected and any word of his return would have been welcome.

He shakes his head, his somber expression confirming your fear that something is terribly wrong on Asgard.

The sound of the doors opening again distracts you momentarily from the blonde warrior in front of you. You swallow hard when two Einherjar, the palace guards tasked with protecting the royal family, enter the large room and you look back to Fandral.

"Fandral..." you repeat his name quietly as your mind fills with dozens of dreadful scenarios including Prince Loki being injured somehow. He takes a deep breath as he prepares himself for the message he is about to deliver and you wait in silence. The book slips from your fingers, hitting the ground with a thud when you learn King Odin has unexpectedly fallen into the Odinsleep.

"The king regent has summoned you to his chambers," Fandral tells you after explaining that Asgard will now be ruled by the younger prince and you nod slowly. "The Einherjar will escort you."

Walking down the empty halls, you keep your head lowered and your hands clasped in front of you as you follow the two guards closely. The sounds of your footsteps and those belonging to the Einherjar echo through the marble hallway, adding to the tension you feel in your chest. The palace has never been so still. The high court and royal advisors wait in the great hall for an update from the queen on the king's health while the palace staff has been ordered to remain out of sight unless summoned.

I can't imagine how hard this must be for Loki, to have witnessed his father succumb to the Odinsleep alone must have been so shocking. My prince has such a heavy burden to carry, I hope I can take some of the weight off his shoulders, you think as you and your escorts continue towards your destination.

Thor should be here. Loki never wanted this, he never wanted to rule the kingdom. He only ever wanted to be seen by his father and brother, you sigh when you think back to your late night walk in the garden where Loki admitted that very thought to you. He had never voiced it to anyone before, he knew his brother would never understand and his father would see it as a sign of weakness. As hard as it was to hear how he truly felt, you cherished the knowledge that you gained his trust and swore never to betray it.

Your thoughts shift to your engagement with the prince as you follow the guards up the grand staircase. Your relationship with Loki has not been what you expected and you couldn't be more grateful to all the gods for their blessing. The marriage had only been arranged to advance your father's status at court but in the six months since it was announced, you and your betrothed grew closer and closer. A friendship blossomed easily as you had many similar interests but in recent weeks you realized you have fallen completely in love with your future husband. The thought of spending the rest of your life with Loki no longer fills you with dread and apprehension as it did prior to your meeting. You are beyond excited by the idea of being his wife, counting down the days to your wedding although you are still too nervous to reveal your true feelings to him. Maybe on our wedding night I'll finally have the courage to tell him I love him dearly, you hope.

You look up just as the door to Loki's chambers comes into view at the end of the hall. If you and Loki hadn't broken royal protocol almost every night for the last two months, this would have been your first time here but the guards don't need to know that you knew your way.

You couldn't help breaking protocol though, you slept better in his arms then you ever did in your own bed no matter how soft it was or how many pillows you had. Each time you slipped out of your room to sleep in his bed, he would kiss you gently as his arms held you close to his body. When your eyes would drift closed, he would whisper how many days left until your wedding as if he was as excited as you were for the day to arrive. You blush a little as the memory of last night fills your mind. 'Only seventeen more sunrises until you are mine for eternity,' he whispered, his lips barely touching your ear just before he placed several light kisses to your skin.

A loud series of knocks on the tall wooden door pulls you from your pleasant memory and back into your present state of worry and anxiousness. One of the guards stands next to the door that leads into Loki's chambers while the other announces your presence as it opens.

As soon as the door closes you run to Loki without uttering a single greeting, immediately forgetting all the formalities of court that have been drilled into you your entire life. You hug him tightly but his arms remain at his sides and you fear you've made a grave mistake. Just as you are about to let go, he lets out a heavy sigh and embraces you tightly. After a long moment Loki pulls back slightly, not enough to free himself from your arms but enough to look into your eyes. He lifts his hand to gently stroke your cheek and you force a smile despite your growing nerves. He looks down at you in silence as you search his face for any clue as to what he is thinking. He seems emotionless but his eyes reveal the pain and confusion he is trying to hide from you.

You know better than anyone on Asgard how delicate the relationship between Loki and his father is but you also know deep down Loki is desperate for the king's love and approval. Were they fighting before the king succumbed to the Odinsleep, the thought pushes into your mind suddenly and your heart aches. Is that why he is taking this drastic turn of events so terribly? Does he blame himself? How could he though, this isn't his fault. Rumors that the king has been putting off the Odinsleep have been heard throughout the palace for years. It was bound to happen this way, surely Loki must know that.

You're at a lose for words as you look up at your future husband. I'm sorry, I'm here for you, everything will be okay. These words don't feel as if they will be enough to take away the emotions he seems to be wrestling with as he looks at you silently. Instead of speaking, you press your lips to his and feel the smallest hint of relief as he kisses you back.

Suddenly Loki breaks the kiss and pulls away from your embrace, taking several steps away from you. His eyes fall to the floor between you, your heart feels heavy when he lifts his eyes to look at you. You mumble a quiet apology for the kiss, fidgeting with your fingers but the prince shakes his head slowly in response.

He takes a step towards you and stops almost as if he can't bring himself to be any closer to you. "My beautiful Y/N," he says quietly, the joy missing from his voice. "If you only knew... one more kiss could be the best thing," as if he knows you already miss the feeling of his lips on yours, "but one more lie could be the worst."

"Loki..." you take a deep breath to steady yourself, moving tentatively towards him but you freeze when he takes a large step back, "You are making me nervous." Your mind races as you try to understand if he is accusing you of a lie or if he has been lying to you. "What do you mean, one more lie?"

He doesn't answer and you can't stop yourself as you begin to close the distance between you and your fiance. "Loki, you know I've never lied to you, I would never. I don't understand," you tell him, thankful that he allows you to come close enough to reach out and take his hand.

"No, I know you haven't," he lifts his other hand to cup your cheek gently. A small smile flickers across his face before he lets his fingers fall from your skin but he still holds your hand. "My father-" he clears his throat and corrects himself which you find curious, "The king has lied to me my entire life but now that I know the truth I know what I must do."

You are almost too afraid to ask what he means but you push yourself the speak, "You know you can tell me anything. What did the king lie about? What do you think you need to do?"

"The truth would only destroy your image of me and I cannot bear the thought of you seeing me for what I really am," his words frighten you. "Y/N, in this world there's real and make believe and I have learned that none of this was real."

"This seems real to me," you insist, squeezing his hand and placing a soft kiss to his cheek, his skin feels unusually cool to your lips.

"It is not," he counters with no explanation then he pulls his hand free from yours. "You're not something I deserve."

"Don't say that," you tell him as you feel your heart starting to break open. A new fear you had never imagined surfaces. Loki is ending our engagement, he's ending us. Without even a second thought you let out the only secret you've ever kept from Loki, "I love you."

The words hang in the air between you and you worry at your bottom lip, desperate for him to say he loves you in return. Instead, he shakes his head as if he doesn't believe you, "You say you love me but you don't know who I am. Let me go before you learn the truth and fear me as you should."

"I could never be afraid of you," you feel a tear roll down your cheek and do nothing to stop it as you look into Loki's eyes. "I love you and I know you, Loki. I know you better than anyone on Asgard. You're my prince, my best friend, my future. Just give me a chance, talk to me please."

"What secret?" you follow him as he walks across his room and places his hands on his desk, his back to you. "Loki, please you've always been able to talk to me," you urge, your hand resting on his shoulder lightly to let him know you are here. Your breath catches in your throat when he turns to look at you and you back away, your body filling with terror as he predicted when his crimson eyes focus on you. There's only one race in the nine realms that has eyes which glow such a deep red and they are monsters.

His expression softens, as if seeing your pain and hearing your words has changed his heart but he looks away quickly. "You cannot know me Y/N because even I didn't know who I was until the king let his secret slip just before the Odinsleep took him."

"I don't understand-" you shake your head, trying to make sense of what is happening but your fear makes it hard to think rationally.

"Do you see it now?" he asks, his voice harsher than you've ever heard before when he sees how scared you are of him.

"Odin is not my father," Loki finally begins to explain the long held secret of the royal family. "He stole me from my home as an infant during the war on Jotunheim a thousand years ago."

"You're... you're a Jotun?" you ask, your voice shaking as he walks slowly closer to you and you can't help but take a step backwards. You've heard stories about the frost giants from Jotunheim, every child on Asgard had. They were a violent race who were to be feared. The king waged war on the ice planet to save the realm from their horrid plan to destroy the bifrost and turn Asgard into a frozen wasteland. How could the man I love with all my heart be a monster from the frost realm?

"I am," he nods then asks you a question in return. "Do you fear me?"

"I-" you open your mouth to answer him but your voice fails you when Loki's pale skin becomes a deep shade of blue. Intricately detailed ridges form along the exposed skin on his wrists and neck, traveling up his face. He stands in front of you in his Jotun form and you find it hard to breath.

"Do you still love me as you claimed to only moments ago?" he asks when you don't answer his first question.

Yes! your heart screams but your mouth remains tightly shut as your mind replays the dozens and dozens of horrific tales you've heard about frost giants as a child.

Loki senses your indecision and makes the choice for you, "You said you love me but you didn't truly know me. Now that you know the truth, you're terrified of me as you should be. I know what I am, I'm the monster mother's tell their children about to ensure they behave. I am not something you cannot love, now get out!"

"Loki, wait..." you shrink back when he yells, your feelings for him trying to win the fight over your deeply rooted fear. "Please, I just need a minute-"

"Let me go," he repeats what he told you earlier and you shake your head as tears roll down your cheeks. "You do not want me as I am now, you do not love me."

He reaches out and grabs your wrist, his fingers are icy cold on your skin as you struggle to pull yourself free. "Loki-" you plead as you twist your arm, failing to break his hold as he pulls you towards the doors. "You're hurting me!"

"That's what monsters do," he says in a cruel tone without looking at you as he pulls one of the doors open and forcefully pushes you into the hall. The two guards have left and you can't help but wish they were here not that you can be sure of who's side they would be on. Loki might be a Jotun, but he's still king regent of Asgard. You gasp in pain when you fall to the ground, his icy fingerprints remain on your skin as if you've been burned by the cold and your cradle your wrist as you look up at him.

"I loved you," you say softly between sobs.

"Loved," Loki repeats the word and you realize you used past tense without even thinking. Before you can open your mouth to correct yourself he says, "You are free from our arrangement. I'm letting you go." Just before he slams the doors shut, you see a flicker of pain in his glowing red eyes.

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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 16

Cold Compress | Loki x Reader

After fleeing the court of The Golden Palace, Loki follows and reveals a secret of his own in an effort to console you. But his new form is more than just comforting...

Warning: 18+. sexual content and language. I mean it. Jotun Lokiincluding - size difference, oral sex (m & f receiving) frottage, fingering/large insertion. Hyperspermia. Capital S for SMUT

A/N: I used What If...Loki and thought about an average size woman to compare. This really is just self-indulgent smut so can be read standalone if you're not following the series.

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The wrath that had sent your fire reeling banked at the cool touch of Loki’s hands around your waist. In one moment you were a raging inferno, destroying every artefact, every decoration and drape in your path, sending other gods fleeing back into side rooms and up onto the balconies. The next you were cradled so softly in his arms, his touch pushing back your anger like a cool breeze on a summer day. 

The burnt cinders of the corridor were gone and you found yourself alone in a similarly vast marble throne room, sealed from floor to ceiling in onyx black marble, seams of gold tracing through the wide blocks into an endless ceiling, twinkling with candlelight. 

Loki held you to his chest, petting the back of your head and down your arms, quenching the fire under his touch and, when you finally looked at him, he still held that pale blue hue that had appeared when he created a sedir shield against your explosive anger. 

“Asynja,” Loki breathed your name like a prayer, cupping your cheek and drawing you closer. 

“Loki,” you sobbed, collapsing back into his chest and allowing your tears to fall freely, “I don’t want to join any of their families.” You finally let the tears flow, now that your anger was subsiding, and your fear rose swiftly to the surface. 

“No one can make you go with them, my darling,” Loki soothed, but you still hiccuped around another sob. “I promise, as long as I am beside you, my darling Asynja, no one shall take you from me. Do you understand?” He pulled back to look down at you, his eyes brimming with a potent mixture of anger and possessiveness. 

“I understand,” you took a deep breath, but the flames that had surrounded you continued to dance around your feet and temples. “It’s just - it’s an awful lot to deal with so suddenly.” 

“I know, I too have experienced a revelation about my parentage, and the powers that come with it.” He kept his eyes steady with yours but you could tell from the twitch in his jaw that he was holding his emotions back. 

Confused you allowed your gaze to rove over him for the first time, he didn’t appear to be hurt by the flames but he still looked different somehow. 

“You’re blue.” 

“Yes,” Loki laughed a little, “I am blue. I thought it might help you to see that you are not alone in discovering new things about yourself and that you are also not alone in being frightened. Although this is only part of my other body.” He admitted. 

You took Loki’s hand, colder than usual, and led him into the centre of the ballroom before tugging him to sit on the floor beside you. “What are you frightened of?” Your dress pooled around you, shimmering slightly, and Loki carefully arranged your skirts so that he could press as close to you as possible. 

“I imagine the same as you, what I will become, should I let the truth of my nature show.” 

“And what is your true nature?” You took his hand and traced the darker blue lines that had appeared along the back, dipping between his fingers. 

“Odin was not my father, my father was Laufey, of Jotenheim, King of the Frost Giants. That is why I am Loki Laufeyson. Father, Odin, used to say that both Thor and I were born to sit upon the throne. It was only recently I learnt that he meant separate thrones and not a joint ruling of the kingdom as I’d believed. I had imaged that we would share responsibilities, divided by our personal skills in both warring and intrigue. But father had other plans. My brother, of Asgard, would rule over the people that we love, the home that I knew. Yet I, the son stolen from his homeland, was destined for a throne in a room I did not remember, a people I did not know, a land I have visited but once.” He choked on his words, fighting the emotion he’d tamped down for so long. 

“Oh, Loki, I’m so sorry. He should never have kept that from you, or teased you and Thor like that.” You squeezed his hands tighter and Loki turned to give you a sad smile. 

“Fear not, darling, I do not wish for a throne, it is no great disappointment to me that it belongs to another.”

“What are you afraid of then?” 

“My form, this is a body, a form, that I was given as a child by my mother. Frost Giants are unlike Asgardians, I fear that my Jotun form would be a terrifying prospect for all around me, there is precious little regard for me as it is, I should hate to ruin my reputation further.” Loki smiled again, patting your hand. “We should leave, we can return to Tonsberg as planned, we’ll be safe there and we can put this whole sorry mess to rest. We have no need to fear prophecies, we can write our own futures.” Loki seemed so sure, confident that he could walk away from this threat as he had so many others that you almost believed him. 

Perhaps you could, but you would have no secrets between you if you did. 

You allowed him to rise, but tugged him back when he offered you his hand, “show me.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Show me, let it go, be a Jotun, show me.” You repeated, raising your eyebrows and watching him expectantly. “I already saw your skin go sort of blue, what else happens?” 

Loki looked almost bashful, “really, darling, I have no concept of what might happen. Frost Giants can be ten feet tall, I would not wish to risk any harm coming to you.” 

“Loki, please, look at the size of this room,” you both looked up at the ceiling, though it was so high you could barely see it, shrouded as it was in the darkness of the marble. 

“If you insist,” he conceded, “but only for you, my darling.” 

Loki stepped further from you, and as he did he began to change subtly. When Loki used his sedir the change could be tracked by the journey of the magic over his body, but this was different. He grew taller and as you watched you missed his hair lengthening, growing down his back. His skin, an icey blue, was marked with more and more intricate designs and his eyes became red. His growth slowed and you stared up at him. Naked and in his full glory for the first time. 

Loki must have been at least ten feet tall, if not more, though the ballroom ceiling was still far away he could reach up and touch the cascading chandeliers, he was certainly towering over you, sprawled as you were on the floor, attempting to take in his full height. 

“Wow.” You continued to stare, your hand reaching out for him. 

“Is wow a positive expression?” Loki asked, his voice still the same, though louder now. The sound vibrated through you and you clenched your legs together. 

“Uh - definitely a good thing.” Loki was always beautiful, but this form, so tall and broad, muscular and strong, so purely alien. He was truly a god and you felt small before him. “I bet you could pick me up with one hand.” You said, touching his calf absently. 

Loki laughed in response and you felt hot, you hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but it had taken you by surprise how attractive you found this form. 

“Probably,” he quirked an eyebrow. “Shall we find out what else we could do?” 

Loki bent down on her haunches and extended a hand towards you. His hands were still decorated with whirls of darker blue, and you traced them with your own fingers. With a grin he scooped you up, knocking you backwards so that you landed in his open palms.

Shocked, you gazed up at him open mouthed and his smile didn’t fade, instead it morphed into the teasing grin that knew you were in for both pleasure and mischief. 

In this form you looked different too, although Loki was always taller he had certainly never viewed you like this. So small and vulnerable in his hand. He clenched his fingers gently, folding his thumb over your waist and circling your back with his fingers. You curled your arms around his thumb, hanging on tightly. 

When he stood you shook, each of your movements amplified in his palm, as if he was back catching creatures in the forests of his youth, a nymph of his own to play with. He clenched his jaw against the thought - a plaything. His own goddess to play with. 

“You look so - delicate.” He cooed, keeping his voice lower now you were closer to him. 

“You look enormous.” You choked out, heat spreading over your chest and neck despite the chill of his touch. “Please, Loki, distract me from all this?” You asked, he had been right, this was exactly what you needed to feel less alone, less strange in this alien world. But now you needed more of him, you’d never get enough of anything that Loki could offer you, you’d take every facet of him, every version. 

“What do you require of me, my tiny darling.” Loki lifted you higher, holding you to his cheek, your legs dangled in the air but your arms reached forward, touching his cold skin. 

You leant towards him, pressing your lips against the expanse of smooth skin that covered his still sharp cheekbones, and pressed tickling kisses there, “make me forget, Loki. Please?” 

“How could I deny such a polite request.” He cupped his other hand around you and, in a warm shimmer of magic, you felt your clothes vanish from your body. Still surrounded by his fingers your skin tingled, erupting in goosebumps at the press of his cold palm. 

Loki lifted you back towards his face and pursed his lips, blowing warm air into his cupped hands and you giggled. You’d been expecting him to launch into some debauched idea of his, knowing that at least ten crackled around his thoughts at all times, but his playfulness caught you off guard as it always did. 

“Loki!” You squirmed in his grasp and he held you all the tighter for it, bringing you back to his lips. This time he opened his hands and held you still, his second thumb covering your arms over your head so you couldn’t move, and then kissed the soft swell of your stomach. His lips were as cold as the rest of him, but as gentle as ever.

You giggled again, heat skittering over your skin and then shooting between your legs. His thumb swiped over your body and he kissed you again and again, turning you this way and that to find a spot on your side, on your hip, that he hadn’t yet worshipped. 

“My darling,” he sighed, tipping his hand back so that you fell into his palm again, sprawled before him, “what a delicious little morsel you are.” His smile was vulpine and the only warning you got before he licked you, his tongue dipping between your spread legs and swiping up towards your breasts. You squealed in surprise, trying to close your legs but his fingers tangled over them, holding you open and he licked and licked, pausing only to blow gusts of cold air over the heat of your flesh. 

“I could eat you forever and never be satiated.” Loki fit his tongue between your legs, teasing the tip against your entrance until you felt him stretch you gently. He angled his tongue upwards, humming softly and you swore you saw all the stars exploding as the vibrations thrummed through your bones. Loki continued, tilting his face forwards so that he nose pressed on your lower stomach, his tongue still angling upwards and your body sang for him, taut and ready. 

“You’re devine,” he cooed, the rush of his words like a breeze, cooling your slick as it ran down your sticky thighs. 

“Please, Loki, I can’t - I need - I want to cum - I’m going to - agh!” 

Like a sacrificial offering he kept you pinned open until you were begging, pleading for more, the ever tightening coil of your arousal turned and turned in your stomach until you could take no more, gushing onto his tongue with a scream of pained pleasure. The sensations were overwhelming, heat and cold and pressure and pleasure and ecstasy all rolled into one. 

Loki gave you a few seconds to recover before he lay you onto the table, sprawled before him. 

“You are truly a feast, Asynja. Look at you, covered in us both and still smiling.” He kissed your cheek the best he could, swiping his thumb over your belly and thighs, rubbing in his kisses. 

Your chest heaved, sweat cooling between your breasts and you longed for his touch again, even if it was icy, anything but this loneliness now that he had put you down. 

“Loki -” you gasped, reaching for him and finding one of his large hands, your hand barely fit around his finger but his touch was soothing and pleasant on your heated skin.

He brushed his thumb over your breasts, around your nipples, down, down until he could lift your leg and cup you again, his thumb covering your folds and applying pressure to your aching clit. Your body no longer belonged to you, given over to the pleasure that touch created, your hips lifted, rolling into the pad of his thumb and he let you, a satisfied smile on his face as your pace increased, riding his hand. With an obscene moan you arched from the table and into his awaiting touch. 

“You’re not satisfied, darling?” He smirked as you looked at him with heavily lidded eyes, “I promise I’m going nowhere until you are completely sated,” he bent over the table, looming over you and filling your senses, “we shall only leave when you are panting, crying for me to stop.” Loki kissed the side of your face, close enough that you could twine your hands in his hair in an effort to keep him there, so close you thought you could breathe him in. Despite all of the changes to his body, his hair felt the same, soft and silky and smelt like the expensive shampoo he insisted on using. It blended with his usual deep amber scent and something else, perhaps something Jotun, that reminded you of snowy days and icey nights. 

“God - Loki - I - fuck me, please.” 

You both looked down at the sizable erection tenting his magically enlarged trousers, his words rumbled through you, his lips still at your cheek, “I do not wish to break you, my Asynja, perhaps something else may sate your lusts.” His cock bobbed under his trousers, twitching in time with his words, and you knew without looking in his eyes that he was using every ounce of his self control not to at least try and push himself deep inside of you. 

Suddenly his thumb was gone and you gave a low whine at the loss, dropping a hand between your legs to try and continue the glorious cresting of your impending orgasm, but Loki moved your hand away. 

“Patience, darling,” he chided, still cupping the backs of your legs, tugging you to the edge of the long table. Instead of his thumb he stroked his pinky finger down your stomach, one hand keeping you still, the other drawing teasing circles over your belly button, lower and lower with each circle. 

Even his smallest finger felt enormous, Loki in his usual size was enough of a stretch and heat flooded through you at the thought of trying to take even his finger. 

“Lo’,” you were incoherent now, thrashing on the table with every movement, but he pressed on, the pad of his finger at your entrance, spreading your arousal over your clit and pushing slowly, intently, until you felt yourself stretch around him. 

“Norns, Asynja, you are the most delicious woman in the nine kingdoms, in every realm, every universe, every time,” he cooed, pressing further until you keened, your hands rushing back between your legs as if to both stop and continue the onslaught of pleasure. 

You had never been so full in your life, so full and so loved, held as you were between Loki’s gigantic hands, his lips kissing away the sweat on your brow, sparkling like diamonds in the low light. 

“Loki, I - I -” your fingers struggled to find purchase in his hair - on his hands, slipping over his arousal soaked skin and you were dimly aware that that was the feel of you, hot and slick between you, dripping onto the table, before your orgasm hit you at full force, just from the stretch alone. 

“Good girl, Asynja,” Loki growled, moving only slightly as your walls clenched around him, he could feel very flutter and movement on his sensitive fingertips and then you gushed, squirting over his finger and soaking the his chin where he perched between your legs. 

Loki’s red eyes went darker, a blood red full of his widened pupil and drinking in every inch of your sweating, heaving body, your velvet skirts pushed up around your waist and bare legs shining with your arousal. 

“Fuck, Loki - that was -” you dropped your head back onto the table with a thunk, staring glassy eyed at the lights twinkling above. 

“It’s my pleasure, my darling.” He drawled, grin feral, tongue poking out between blue teeth. The first lap was soothing on your heated skin, sending goosebumps up and down your legs. 

You peered up, tucking your head into your chest to view the god between your legs, still worshipping you, still thinking only of you. It was overwhelming, his devotion, and you wanted - needed, to make him feel the same. 

Carefully you eased yourself to the edge of the table, level with his smiling face, and then you let your feet drop to the floor, a hand on his bare chest, pushing him backwards until he lay on the marble floor. Loki was the only other colour in the room, a bright star in the darkness. The bulge of his trousers was pressing against the zipper and you carefully settled on his hip, pushing your hands against the fabric. 

It was Loki’s turn to groan now, the sound a deep rumble that travelled down his body and back between your legs. A fresh wave of arousal made itself known, but you tamped down your feelings. It was Loki’s turn now. 

He helped you to tug the zipper down, freeing his impossibly large cock from its prison. 

“Fuck.” The word was out before you could stop it and you left your mouth hanging open while you took in his full glory. In his Asgardian form Loki was already generously endowed. But as  Jotun - you placed your hand against the firm length and marvelled at how delicate his skin still felt, albeit colder than normal. His cock twitched beneath your palm and a large bead of precum slithered from the tip, tracing the contours of a thick vein that ran up the bottom. 

“Please -” Loki whimpered, his hands twitching. One came to wrap around your waist, gently holding you, the other he clenched in the fabric of his trousers. 

“Can I taste?” 

“Yes - of course, please, Asynja, do not torment me, can you not feel how I ache for you. How my body needs you?” 

He squeezed his eyes closed, the sound of fabric ripping slowly accompanying the tightening of his first. 

“I’d hate to leave you aching, my Prince.” You teased, leaning forwards and wrapping your hands around as much of his girth as you could. Tugging yourself closer to him you let your tongue dancing over his throbbing vein, arching higher towards the flare around the head. Marvelling at the beautiful shades his Jotun form afford him, you missed a second roll of precum escaping down the side and soaking your arm. 

“Norns -” Loki clenched his jaw, “I must apologise for -” 

“Please, don’t.” You knelt up and licked him again, eagerly tasting as much of him as you could. “You taste a little different, it’s fascinating.” 

“Asynja,” he warned.

“Well -” you licked, “you do.” 

Reaching the sensitive head you dipped your face towards his slit, pressing your nose into the soft flesh and pushing your tongue down, swirling it and pulsing as he did to you. You were rewarded with more and more of his cum, weeping past your pressing fingers. 

“Asynja, I cannot hold back any longer - my darling -” 

His cock pulsed, you could feel it against your body were you had pressed yourself against the entire length of him and it felt devine. Your body responded, clit aching for the feel of it. 

“Do that again,” you begged, rubbing yourself against him, pushing on his length until you were lying on his stomach, wrapped around him, legs thrown over his base, toes curling. 

The hand at your waist squeezed too and you felt the sensation of him moving you gently, the drag and pull of skin on skin, your pussy wet and wanting against his cock. 

“You feel so fucking good, my darling, I can’t help it, your little body is perfection, made for me, made for my cock.” 

You mewled, licking and sucking at his rigid length, thrusting your hips into him in seach of your own pleasure. 

“I’m going to cum, Asynja and you haven’t even tried to move away.” He growled, his voice wavering as he neared his release. 

“Don’t want to, Lo, I want your cum, want you to drench me in it, want you to use me and rub me on your beautiful cock, please - please!” Your sobs of pleasure joined his own, a deep knot tightening in the pit of your stomach. 

“My goddess, my princess, my darling I will give you every drop you wish for.” He promised, fingers so tight you knew you’d have an array of bruises to enjoy tomorrow, but now, plunged into the most exquisite pleasure you’d ever felt, you latched onto the spot below his glands and sucked and sucked and - 

Loki came with a shout, chasing your own release with each pulse of his cock, and spurted down your arms and hands, your back and legs. He painted his own chest in ropes and ropes of cum until he sighed, releasing your body and sagging into the floor. 

Slowly he shrank until you were lying chest to chest on the cold floor and laughing. 

“Loki, please tell me we can do that again.” You mumbled into his chest, lazily kissing his now, slightly warmer, skin. 

“I’d be disappointed if we didn’t.” He agreed, “although I think we may traumatise my poor brother should he stumble upon us. Perhaps it’s time we find him and return to Tonsberg?” 

“Can’t we stay here and have a nap?” You closed your eyes defiantly, hoping he’d give in despite how uncomfortable you both were. 

“Sadly, I can not allow a Goddess, such as yourself, to take her rest on a such an appalling hard surface. Only the finest pillows and sheets will do for you.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “luckily, I know just such a place.” 

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“Frostbitten Curiosity”

A Jotun!Loki x Tiny Elf!Reader Oneshot (~3,100 words)

The snow bit deep into your legs as you stumbled through the blinding white of the wastelands beyond your former kingdom’s borders. Your cloak, once silken green, was now stiff with frost. Your limbs ached. Your heart stung more.

Banished.

You, a noble-born elf of the Elaraen Court, cast out for something you didn’t do—your voice ignored, your pleas swept aside like fallen snow. So you walked. And walked. And now, here you were: in the last place any elf should wander.

Jotunheim.

The skies were a pale blue-gray, and even the trees looked frozen mid-scream. Ice cracked beneath your boots with every step. And then, you saw them.

A hunting party.

Six guards in thick armor, and walking ahead of them—taller, sharper, impossibly regal—was him.

The Ice Prince.

Loki of Jotunheim. Blue as a glacier, etched with ancient frost-runes, black hair spilling down like ink over his shoulders. He walked with a smirk, not a care in the world, breath misting in the air as if the very realm bent beneath his presence.

You gasped, heart hammering.

You darted behind a frozen bush, no larger than a sapling to them, and hoped your trembling wouldn’t give you away.

But he paused.

His nostrils flared. His gaze swept the horizon.

“Hold,” he said coolly, raising one hand. His guards froze.

“What is it, my prince?” one asked.

“I… smell something.” He took another breath, brows furrowing. “Not frost wolf. Not ice hare. Something sweeter.”

And then his head turned. Slowly. Right toward you.

You tried to run—but it was too late.

A blue hand, elegant yet massive, curled through the branches and gently closed around you. You squealed as you were plucked from the earth, legs kicking helplessly. The cold of his skin stung your bare arms.

“Please don’t eat me!” you cried, squirming in panic.

Loki blinked at you.

You were barely the size of his palm. Fragile. Pale. Wrapped in a torn cloak, long (your hair color) hair tousled by wind and snow, eyes (your eye color) shimmering with fear—and defiance.

He stared.

And then, slowly, his mouth twitched. Not cruelly—curiously.

“Well,” he murmured, “what an unusual snack. But I don’t think I’ll eat you today.”

You sagged in relief.

He lifted you closer to his face. You could feel the chill of his breath—cool and sweet like peppermint—ghosting over your skin. Then, to your shock, he sniffed you.

“Oh—!” you yelped.

And then came the lick.

A cold, wet tongue dragged teasingly over your ear, as if he were a wolf tasting something new. You shivered violently, pressing your hands to his thumb for balance.

“Delicate,” he murmured. “But not fragile.”

You stared up at him, trembling but wide-eyed.

“I—I’m not supposed to be here,” you whispered. “Thor said—”

“Yes,” Loki interrupted, lips curling. “Thor gave strict orders. No one was to wander in Jotunheim, least of all delicate little elves.” His eyes glinted. “Which makes me wonder what sort of trouble you are.”

You looked away.

“That’s none of your business.”

He chuckled. “It is now.”

Before you could protest, he closed his hand gently around you, forming a living cocoon of his fingers. You squeaked, banging your tiny fists against his palm.

“Let me go!”

“You’ll freeze to death,” he said casually. “And I’d rather not let something so… interesting perish.”

He strode back to the castle, ignoring the wide-eyed glances of his guards.

Inside the Ice Prince’s chambers, the warmth of firelight cast glimmering hues across the carved ice walls. While the temperature still felt cold to you, it was far kinder than the outdoors.

Loki lowered you carefully onto a pillow atop a sleek table near the fire. You flopped down, still wrapped in your makeshift cloak, shivering and stunned.

“Your hands…” you said, voice small. “They were freezing.”

“I’m a frost giant,” he said simply, shrugging off his fur-lined mantle. “I’m meant to be cold.”

He leaned down to your level, elbow on the table, chin resting lazily in his palm.

“But you… you burn so hot, little thing. I could feel it even through my skin.”

You blushed deeply. “I—I’m not… You’re just used to ice.”

He chuckled again, low and rumbling. “Mm. Perhaps.”

Then, with disarming tenderness, he reached forward and touched your hair. You stiffened.

"Still wet," he said. “I’ll dry it.”

His massive fingers gently combed through your hair, surprisingly nimble for their size. Each stroke sent tingles down your spine, his skin cold but careful.

“You’re like a living ember,” he whispered, more to himself. “A spark of summer in my snowstorm.”

“I’m not yours,” you said boldly, even as you leaned into his touch just slightly.

He smirked. “Oh? You’ll find I’m rather persuasive.”

Then he blew against your neck.

You yelped. “Loki!”

The cold air kissed your skin, sending a ripple of goosebumps down your arms. It wasn’t painful—but sharp and strange and intimate. Your breath hitched.

“You react so beautifully,” he said softly. “Cold has never looked so warm.”

He lifted your hand again, holding it delicately between his fingers. He pressed a cool kiss to your palm, and you swore your heart stuttered.

Your legs gave out beneath you, and he let you rest against his hand.

“I could crush you,” he said idly, watching you curl like a cat in his palm. “So easily.”

“But you won’t,” you whispered, peering up at him.

“No,” he agreed, eyes glowing. “You’re far too precious.”

Then, with the gentleness of a snowflake landing on glass, he brought you to his lips.

His kiss was soft. Cold. Exploratory. He lingered, brushing your mouth again and again, breath like ice against your cheeks. He didn’t push—you were too small—but he made you feel it. Like the chill of night pressed against a warm window.

He tasted you like you were made of secrets.

And you melted.

Not from the heat. But from him.

“Loki,” you breathed.

He pulled back only slightly. “Mm?”

“What… what are you doing?”

“Learning,” he whispered. “Savoring. You are mine now. My treasure. My firefly in the dark.”

“I’m not—”

He pressed a finger to your lips. “You are.”

He set you down again, nestled in the folds of a fur-lined blanket by the fire. He reclined beside you, gaze never leaving your form.

“I’ll keep you,” he said. “Feed you. Clothe you in spider silk. Let you sleep on my pillow, curl against my neck.”

“That’s… very detailed.”

“I’ve had centuries to dream,” he murmured.

You stared up at the ceiling, heart still thudding. You should have been afraid.

But you weren’t.

You were warm. Watched. Desired.

Cherished.

He’d claimed you not like a thing—but like a secret. A delicate wonder he’d guard with claws and frost.

He reached out again, petting your hair with a finger. “Sleep,” he said gently. “I’ll watch the fire.”

And you did.

Because for the first time in days… you were safe.

End.

[cherry-pop-elf]

A Frost King

A Winter Solider

This is all to be blamed on @stiffyck and @doubleaabat

A cute little scene from a fic I’m working on called

“SnowFlakes On My Tongue”

Wonder if anyone can guess what the dynamic and story arc is all about~!

[acidkoipond]

The monster under your skin

Decided to post Old Loki art because season 2 is out :D

[taw-k]

ASKSKHSGksldkjdn MY QUEEN I WOULD ACTUALLY DIE FOR YOU OMMGGGGGGH

THATS HIS MOMMA AAAAASA SHE LOVES HIM SK MUCH HE WAS LOVED HE NEEDS TO KNOW SHE LOVED HIM SHE WANTED HIM HES SO IMPORTANT

[beastkind]

Some sacrifices are worth paying - Chapter 29

Loki didn’t know when he had started whimpering. Maybe it was when Bucky’s tongue first began to circle him—slow, languid strokes that left his nerves aflame. Or maybe it was when that mouth moved with more intent, more pressure, like Bucky had all the time in the world and wanted to taste every ounce of his surrender....

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46088149/chapters/170778694

[lokigodofmyheart]

THE SECRET

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader.

Words: 2.774

Summary: Y/N and Loki had been best friends for a long time now. After the fight in Jotunheim and Thor’s banishment, he had been distant with you after discovering he’s a frost giant and afraid she will hate him when she found out. - 2.774 words.

Warning/Content: fluff, Jotun!Loki.

MASTERLIST

Y/N had checked everywhere for Loki. The library, kitchen, gardens, training fields…the only place left it was his chambers, so she makes your way through the halls, towards the Prince’s Chambers. Loki’s quarters were usually very quiet. However, now it seemed way too quiet, colder than usual. She approaches his door slowly and knock. 

“Go away…” Loki mumbles from the other side. 

“It’s me.” Y/N says. She knew Loki hated when people interrupted him, but he never mind when it was her. 

Loki remains silent. She doesn’t hear him get up from his bed, but the door slowly creaks open until he’s facing her “Go away, Y/N.” Loki mumbles again, still not looking straight at her. 

Y/N had a smile on her face when he opens the door, but it quickly vanished when she sees the state he is "Hey, what happened?" 

He doesn’t say anything, but his gaze finally meets hers. He looks exhausted, there are bags under his eyes and he’s paler than usual. He mumbles again, this time louder “I said go away.” 

Her hands found his face, holding him to look at her “You're not okay...” 

Loki pulls himself away from her grasp, moving back into his chambers and sits down on the edge of his bed again. He buries his head into his hands. There’s so much he’s been trying to process lately, but now it’s finally catching up to him. He mumbles yet again, this time she can make out what he’s saying “Please...go away…I’m fine…” 

She follows him, closing the door behind her before she sits by his side, sighing “You  know you can't lie to me.” 

He looks up at her, a little annoyed by the way she’s insist on staying. However, his expression softens “I know you’re persistent…” He mumbles again, hiding his face in his hands again “Please…can we drop it…I’m fine…” 

"If you don't want to talk about it, I won't press you." Y/N puts her hand on his shoulder to comfort him. 

Loki leans into her touch, finding a small sense of comfort in the gesture. He lets out a deep sigh, “Thank you…” He mumbles, a quiet and almost defeated tone to his voice. He seems like he still wants to talk, but can’t bring himself to say the words. 

She gives him a small smile "But I hope you know that I'll listen to you if want to talk about...you know that, right?" 

Loki finally moves his hands from his face, looking straight at her “I know, I know, I just…” He trails off, there were so many things he wanted to share with her. So many things that had been bugging him, but he couldn’t bring himself to bring them up “Just thank you…” Loki remains silent for a little longer, closing his eyes and thinking to himself. He sighs and then finally turns to look at her, once again “Hey…can I…tell you something?” 

“Of course.” Y/N says to him. 

He takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what he’s about to tell her “I…I just want you to promise to not tell anyone, okay? No one can know what I’m going to tell you…” He looks away, taking another breath.  

“I promise.” She says. Loki takes another sigh, trying to find the right words to say. He’s unsure of how she'll react, but she’s one of the only people he can trust.  

“I…I found out something and I…well…it’s not a good thing and I just…” He trails off, unable to express exactly how he’s feeling. He takes another deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment as he tries to work up the courage to tell her. Loki takes another deep breath and stares at the ground. “Do you know what a frost giant is?” 

Y/N nods at him “Yeah...big, blue and cold creatures.” 

Loki’s face turns ghostly pale as he continues, still not meeting her eyes “What if I told you…I was one…?” 

She thinks for a few seconds "Is this one of your pranks?" 

He looks up at her, finally making eye contact again. He shakes his head, unable to hide the seriousness in his expression “No…No. I swear it’s not…” 

“Oh...” she keeps looking at him “Okay.” 

Loki’s body suddenly tenses up. He’s waiting for her to react, waiting for her to judge him. He’s expecting nothing but scorn in her voice, anger and disgust. However, when she only give him a simple “okay” instead of saying any of those, Loki’s heart stops for a moment. “A simple okay…?” 

"Sorry, I'm still assimilating what you just said..." Y/N says calmly. 

Loki is still shocked by her lack of judgement. He keeps staring at her, trying to make sense of the lack of reaction after she just found out something so shocking. “You’re…you’re not disgusted?” 

"I'm a bit shocked, that's all..." She smiles slightly at him "Is that why you been distant after..."  

Loki nods as she mentions the fight and Thor’s banishment, but he doesn’t really know how to explain everything to you. Everything has been a lot lately and he doesn’t know what to do, this is all new to him as well. He just looks down at the ground as he mumbles once again “Yeah…” 

Y/N chuckles again, shaking her head "I thought I had done something to you..." 

He sighs as you chuckle. It’s not funny to him “No…no, you didn’t do anything. It’s just that…I’m…it’s just...” He trails off again, not able to get the words out. 

"I get it." She smiles, holding his hand into hers to comfort him. Loki looks down at their hands together. She holds his hand so gently, so tenderly. It’s an unexpected touch, something he’s not used to. He looks back up at Y/N, unable to hide the small smile that’s formed on his lips. Y/N is the first one to break the silence this time "Can you....hm...turn blue?" She asks carefully. 

Loki chuckles at her question; it definitely caught him off guard “Yes…yes, I can.” He says, his hand still in hers. She notices that his touch is cold.  

"Can I see it?" She asks again. 

Loki hesitates for a second, unsure of if she actually want to see it. He’s never shown his true side to anyone, not even Y/N. He’s scared she won’t accept him for who he is… He nods slowly, letting go of her hand. “Okay…” He says, standing up from the bed. Loki takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He focuses on his powers for just a moment. 

 When he opens his eyes again, his skin is now blue, his veins clearly visible as they’re now a light shade of blue and his eyes are red. The chill of his presence feels more profound than before, with a cold breeze seemingly circulating around him. Y/N looks amazed at his new form, standing up to get closer to him, seeing the marks that he has in his blue skin. Loki stands still as she get closer to him, staring at her face the entire time. She looks fascinated, as if she’s staring at a rare and magnificent creature.  

Y/N looks at all his exposed skin before she looks back at his eyes "Can I touch you?" Loki doesn’t say anything, just stares at her with a slightly raised eyebrow. After a few seconds, he slowly nods, allowing Y/N to touch him. Her hands trace the marks on his forehead, before both her hands found his cheek. She had a small smile on her face. 

Loki can feel his cheeks warming as her fingers trace the marks on his skin. He remains still as Y/N touch his cheek, unsure of what to do. He’s never had someone do this to him…no one has touched him quite in this particular way before. 

"Are the marks sensitive?" She asks curious realizing the way he’s reacting. 

He shakes his head slightly, her fingers on his cheeks making it difficult for him to focus. His cheeks feel like they’re on fire, he feels oddly embarrassed right now. “No…”He whispers, trying to remain composed. 

“Okay.” Y/N replied with the smile still on her face. 

Loki knew that if his skin wasn’t blue, he would probably be so red now. He continues to stand still as her fingers run across his cheek, trying his hardest to distract himself from how his body feels while her skin is touching his own. However, it’s impossible; he feels too vulnerable and exposed right now, he’s never been touched in such a familiar way before… He’s a bit lost for words right now. 

"You're skin is cold, but I guess that's normal, right?" She asks looking at his eyes. Loki nods at her question. He can’t help it, her touch is making him feel all sorts of ways. He keeps his eyes locked on hers, trying to read what she’s thinking. Y/N smiles at him and notices that they’re really close "I liked this form of you." 

Loki’s heart feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest. The way she’s smiling at him…it all makes him feel like she’s looking at him as something more than his friend. His eyes keep staring at hers, unable to look away. He moves his head just a tiny bit, a few inches closer to her, but Y/N doesn’t move back. Loki’s face is only an inch away from hers and he feels like he’s being drawn in by her gaze, closer and closer. 

Y/N kept her hand in his cheek while she moves closer to his face. Loki’s breathing grows heavier, his heart beating wildly. He can practically feel each pulse as it runs through his body. He doesn’t know what came over him, but he decides to act upon his growing desires. His face moves that tiny bit closer to her, until their lips are just millimeters apart. Y/N leans in, brushing her lips slightly against his. 

Loki freezes. The second their lips actually touched, his body reacted almost instantly, and he pulls Y/N into his arms. His head meets hers, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. She kiss him more passionately and Loki returns the kiss with equal, if not more, passion. His arms are wrapped around her. Y/N can feel the chill that’s radiating from him, her heat matching his cold. 

He was taken off guard by her sudden boldness when her tongue asked permission. The touch of her tongue made him shiver in a good way. He opens his mouth, allowing her tongue to slide into his own. Everything feels new, everything feels strange and unfamiliar, he never thought this would happen to him, but he can’t fight it. He just lets the sensation wash over him, not allowing himself an inch to resist her. 

Eventually, Y/N had to break the kiss to breath, and she do it smiling at him. Loki also need some air, keeping his eyes locked with her when she pulls away. A shiver runs through his body as the heat leaves his skin, but he only keeps looking at her with passion.  

"I thought you were push me away..." She chuckles. 

Loki just shakes his head as he continues to look at her. His smile from before is wider now; he’s never felt like this before. He had never felt this close with someone, never felt this…passionate. He likes it. He wants more. But, he wants it with her. 

"Can you go back to your 'normal' form?" She smiles "I know you're blushing, and I can't see with your blue skin.” 

Loki chuckles a bit at her words. He moves his hands from her waist, and slowly his body changes. His skin slowly changes back to its usual pale color, and so do his eyes. Loki smiles back at her and his cheeks are still a very light shade of pink. “Better? Now you can see my blush?” He says jokingly. 

"Uhum" Y/N nods with a smile. 

He chuckles again and runs his fingers through his hair “I…that…you caught me off guard back there…” He says as he shifts his feet a bit. 

"When I touched your face?” 

Loki nods, now looking away from her gaze as he speaks “And when you kissed me…I just…I didn’t expect it…” 

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Y/N looks down, realizing she might had screwed their friendship now. Loki quickly moves his hands on her chin, forcing her to look back at him.  

He’s still smiling, he’s not upset or anything of the sort. On the contrary, he looks almost delighted. “Don’t be sorry…” He chuckles, still smiling, but then his smile shifts into a smirk “I enjoyed it…” 

"You did?" she smiles. 

Loki chuckles and nods once again “Yes…I very much did…” He says as he shifts back, looking around the room momentarily before looking back at her. “But are you sure it’s alright? I just…don’t want you to see me any differently…” 

Y/N laughs and shakes her head "I just kissed you in your frost giant form and you're worried that I'll see you differently?" 

Loki chuckles and looks down for a moment. He’s actually enjoying having this conversation with her, it’s making him feel less awkward. “Well, it is…unusual for friends to kiss one another…” 

“It is.” She says with a soft tone. 

Loki laughs and shrugs his shoulders. He’s not sure how they got to this point, his sadness long forgoten, but he’s not particularly complaining. Maybe it was the kiss, maybe it was the whole frost giant thing, but Loki’s feeling pretty good about the situation. “So, what now? Do we just...ignore that whole kiss thing and continue our friendship...?” 

"Is that what you want?" Y/N asks him.  

He thinks for a moment. “No…I don’t think I want to go back to how things were before.” Loki smiles a bit when he says this, and his eyes lock onto her as he leans towards Y/N again. She smiles, leaning in too and kissing him again. His hands reach to her waist and grip her against him. He kisses Y/N once again, passionate, like he had before, but in his usual form this time. He moves his hands from her waist to her hips, trying to stay as close as possible. 

When they break the kiss, they don't move. Y/N smiles at him "I don't want to go back to how things were before either..." 

Loki feels relieved at her words and he smiles, his smile a bit wider than before. “So, you really don't mind that...that I am...” He says, starting to stutter slightly before he collects himself and continues “...a frost giant?” 

"No, Loki. I don't mind." She smiles, caressing his cheek. 

He stares at her with disbelief for a few moments before he nods slowly, seemingly accepting her words for what they are. He smiles back at Y/N. She doesn't treat him like an alien. 

"I also wouldn't mind you being blue sometimes, you know." Y/N smiles at him. 

Loki blinks a bit and stares at her for a moment. She's not afraid of him in his frost giant form...she actually like it... He tries to hide his shock and delight, but it shows on his face anyway. “You wouldn’t...?He says incredulously. 

"What? You're quite handsome in both forms." She chuckles. 

He laughs a little too, your comment catching him off guard. “That's the first time I've ever heard that, actually...” Again, his cheeks blush. 

"That you're handsome?" Y/N asks confused. 

Loki nods, feeling strangely vulnerable. “Yes...you're...you're the first to actually compliment my appearance...” 

"I found that so hard to believe, Loki." She laughs, her arms going around his neck. Loki chuckles at her comment and wraps his arms around her as well. "You have to promise me something, though..." She says serious. 

Loki’s heart sinks a little at her sudden serious tone, his grip around her slightly harder. His eyes are fixated on hers, eager for whatever it is she’s going to say. “Yes?” His voice is almost a whisper. 

"Whenever you blush in your frost giant form, you have to turn back. I can't see you blushing like that.” Y/N laughs. 

He chuckles as well, his smile growing. "You almost gave me a heart attack just now." He says lightly. 

"Sorry.” Y/N laughs and Loki follows her. “So...” She smirks at him “Can you turn blue again?” 

Loki chuckles at her smirk, but then nods his head and do as she asks, his form changes back into his frost giant form. He remains still for a few more seconds before he speaks once more. "Test away..." 

[lokijiro]

My hc is that Loki had to learn to shapeshift as a child. However, as a baby he would often shapeshift unconsciously. One moment, he would be looking at a cat and the next moment he would be a kitten. One moment, he would be looking at a butterfly and the next moment he would be a butterfly. Etc.

Needless to say, Frigga was absolutely enchanted with him, but he also gave her a lot of work.