#loki layfeyson x y/n

[super-marvel-dc]

Y/N: *Doing a handstand while jumping up and down*

Loki, to Bucky: What the hell are they doing?

Bucky: They're having apple withdrawal symptoms...

Loki: I beg your pardon?

Bucky: Whenever they go without apples for a certain amount of time they bend themself up like a pretzel and do handstands.

Loki: Huh, odd...

Loki: *Conjures up an apple, and throws it at Y/N, hitting them in the head*

[lostalioth]

𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲

→ premise: loki may seem like a cruel prince to others, strict and ruthless. expect in the privacy of your shared chambers he’s your loving master who fills you up just like you need.

→ pairing: loki laufeyson x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, creampie, master kink, unprotected sex, nicknames [master, angel, darling], small praise kink, small amount of begging, reader grabs onto lokis helmet horns, this is very short

→ a/n: kinktober 05

To the other asgardians Loki seemed a ruthless man, a cruel prince who nobody understands. Though to you, he was your loving devoted boyfriend, one who spoils you in more ways than one.

“Loki- please let me cum” you whine as your hips attempt to push against his hold on them to ride him. His long thick cock was throbbing inside you, he was currently buried to the base with you sat in his lap. He was making you sit still to stop you short from cumming. He was just as close as you were and even the little clenches of your cunt were soon gonna be enough to push him over that edge.

“Eh- what's my name darling?” He tilted his head, his voice having its usual cocky edge. The shorter version of his signature horned helmet, sat on his head still. He grabs ahold of your chin, forcing your glazed over about to start watering eyes to look at him when you don’t respond right away.

“Master!~” the proper name he wanted you to say slips out in a wanton moan when his hips thrust up hard inside you to get your attention. “Master, please let me cum, pleasssee” you drag out the last word in a whine as you beg.

A satisfied smirk grows on his face as you continue to plead and beg. “You can cum angel, you have permission for being such a good girl” he chuckled lightly and using his hold on your hips, thrusts up into your leaking cunt.

”Fuck!” You scream out as your hands scramble to hold onto something, you try grabbing ahold of his shoulders but eventually your hands settle on grabbing onto the horns of his helmet.

He quirked an eyebrow at you in interest at your choice but loses his focus when your pussy squeezes his cock. “Mhmm~ shit darling im gonna cum, wanna cum with you angel” he growls and speeds his thrusts up, his tip hitting the glorious spot inside you and abuses it.

“Master, im cumming~” you whine out as your head falls back, your eyes screwed shut. Loki takes in the beautiful sight of your body as your climax washes over you, your thighs shaking as they laid each side of him.

“Thats a good fucking girl- god angel” he grunts out as his own head lulls back in bliss when his climax hits him, hot spurts of cum slowly filling up your used and still throbbing cunt.

in the midst of coming down from your highs, Loki softly kisses along your exposed shoulder and up the side of your neck. Exhaustion and soreness quickly hits your body as it grows limp in his arms.

“I love you darling” he whispers against your neck as you begin drifting off to sleep. “Mmm, love you too master” you mumble out almost inaudibly, his softening cock still buried in you and keeping his seed inside.

→ a/n: this is short as i rushed to write it, it late by a day, i meant to post this yesterday but had a horrible headache so I couldnt even write it. I didnt proofread so sorry for any mistakes

[ashdreams2023]

Possessive Loki headcaons

Some of these are a little toxic

He will know where you’re going and when, either you told him or not

Compliments your outfits but If he knew you’ll attract some unwanted attention from it he will enchant you while you’re not looking so disrespectful people will feel a burn in their wandering eyes

Arms reach, at any and every event together

Leaves love bites, not on display but clear enough that if someone gets too close they would notice 

Has an enchanted piece of jewelry for protection purposes, if someone touches it they will get burned

Doesn’t take lightly to people just bumping into you

Watches you while you sleep, some nights he straight up doesn’t sleep at all just to watch you

Gets jealous when you laugh a little too hard on someone else’s remarks and jokes

Doesn’t like when you travel alone

Sometimes he would do this thing where he would sniff you after you came from outside just to get an idea of where you went

No but it’s literally like having a clingy pet, he would get pissed and goes all silent if he detected someone’s scent mixed with yours

If you have long hair he doesn’t like when you wear open outdoors, he believes he’s the only one allowed to see that extend of beauty

Hates HATES when you hang out with your friends, mainly because it means less time with you and he doesn’t like to share your attention

Will fight your friends, not physically but words will be thrown cause he doesn’t care that they knew you first

Gives the worst attitude when you disagree with one of his demands to just stay with him

[averagewriter-inthedark]

The Good Guy's Dress in Black 🕶️ | Loki Imagine

Marvel masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x MiB!reader (romantic)

Content Warnings: fluff, profanity, flirtatious banter, canon divergence | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 2.3k

Requested 📨 yes/no | Based on this headcanon

Premise: You know what they say: the good guy's dress in black. And for a certain God of Mischief dealing with the aftermath of his failed alien invasion, maybe exposing a secretive government agency led him to the good he needed in his life all along.

note: HE'S COMING BACK FOR AVENGERS: DOOMSDAY LET'S FUCKING GO THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND HAS RETURNED!!!

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“I think I should take the lead on this one,” Loki spoke from the passenger seat as she sped toward the location at speeds that surely would’ve had them pulled over and ticketed but she managed to avoid every possible cop car without detection. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Come on, Darling--.”

“We’ve been over this before, Loki,” her focus remained on the road, but caught the pouted expression he bore from her peripheral. “You are still technically a civilian consultant and therefore are not authorized to be handling anything other than what is restricted to you.”

A dramatic sigh left his mouth, head tilting back against the leather of the seat. “But it’s a bore.” That earned him a scoff.

“Finish your training, slick. Then you can have a say in how things go.”

“But that’s going to be another three weeks,” comes his complaint, tilting his head to look at her, to which he takes a moment to appreciate the beauty before him before adding, “We’ve been together for years now. I do not understand why I must go through all this when I’ve been a helping hand for so long. Is it Agent K?” He accuses lightly, “I know that old man has it out for me.”

Her laugh brings warmth to his chest, followed by a grin she no longer can contain. “Because that’s how things are done, Loki. We have to keep some things the way they once were and this is part of that. The MIB had to do a lot of housekeeping when you exposed the existence of extraterrestrial life.”

“I knew it,” he shakes his head with a sigh, “He hates me. This is all his doing--he never approved of our relationship and now he means to prolong my membership as a form of punishment.” 

“If Agent K hated you, he would’ve never let you be a consultant all these years and he would’ve never allowed you to become an agent.” She pauses to send him a knowing look, “Now he definitely had his concerns and doubts, but you’ve proven yourself to him. So please, my love, for me at least, don’t let your impatience get the best of you. Three weeks will go by in the knick of time.” 

Loki stays silent for a moment, but ultimately relents, a small smile peeking from his lips. “I guess I can wait--I’ll still complain about it,” he points a finger up, making her chuckle. “But I won’t do anything rash.”

“Thank you, baby.” His cheeks turn pink from the endearment, warmth consuming his chest once more. Loki couldn’t believe where life had taken him since that fateful day in New York where one moment he was leading a Chitauri invasion on behalf of Thanos, the next he was in custody of the Avengers trying to talk his way out of a lifetime in prison, and now he was on his way to becoming an agent of the Men in Black. 

The Men in Black. 

The once secretive, highly classified organization deemed to investigate and handle good and evil occurrences by aliens, vampires, mutants, and all legendary creatures, now public and collaborating with worldwide governments to ensure Earth was protected. 

Had the invasion not been on the scale it was, the MIB were really the ones who had jurisdiction over the matter and would’ve arrested Loki in the first place. Unfortunately, by the time they managed to get all the details of what the fuck was going on in New York, the damage was catastrophic and the whole damn world witnessed the event. There was no possible way for the MIB to step in and completely cover it up. And to make matters worse for the agency, it resulted in their exposure to the world. 

Loki bore witness to the first time the MIB made their presence known. And boy just like the rest of the bystanders in Stark Tower he was captivated, and intimidated to say the least, by the flock of agents dressed in crisp black suits and sunglasses holding badges with simply a letter as their agent identity. K, J, O, AA, it went on and on. Then his eyes landed on a woman holding a sleep device that resembled a pen addressing a group of people near the doorway who were having a hard time processing what had happened. 

“What is going to happen to us, ma’am?”

“I want to forget--I can’t live like this!” 

The woman adjusted her glasses, pushing them up the bridge of her nose, “Well I can assure you all that everything you want to know,” she lifted the device, pointing to a glowing red bar, “is right here and all you have to do is stare at this little light for me and all your problems will disappear.” 

A blinding flash filled the space that Loki had to squeeze his eyes shut to block it out. Unsure of what the hell happened as he opened his eyes to see the dazed expressions from the group. The woman removed her glasses, pocketing the device while removing a stack of cards to pass out to each of them. “Now, you have all been spared from remembering the worst of what took place this morning and I recommend you seek professional assistance as you navigate through this new reality of your life.”

Immediately the God was intrigued, desperately wanting to know the woman behind the blinding light and what it meant. As the remainder of agents dispersed to talk with the government officials and the Avengers, Loki took his chance to approach the woman who was now sitting at a high table. Pen was moving across a notebook frantically and she did not look up when Loki appeared next to her. “What can I do for you, Mr. Odinson.” 

It took everything in Loki not to growl at the name, scowling as he corrected, “it’s Laufeyson.”

“My apologies,” she sounded sincere, and he relaxed his face. “Our records have you listed as the brother of Thor Odinson and therefore I assumed you two shared a name.” She placed the pen down and closed the notebook to place her folded hands on top. This time she looked at him, and Loki felt himself still at the beauty before him. “What can I do for you, Mr. Laufeyson?”

For a moment Loki forgot why the hell he approached her in the first place. Shuffling on his feet as he said, “I couldn’t help but be curious of the interaction I witnessed between you and those civilians.” He lifted a hand toward the group, who were seated in a lounge area with a grievance counselor. “What exactly was that?”

“They were nueralized per their request.” 

His brows furrowed, not familiar with the term nor its meaning. “I’m sorry?” “The neuralyzer is an electro bio-mechanical neural transmitting zero synapse repositioner that we use at MiB to erase the memories of individuals and replace them with something new,” her explanation was so formal it felt like she was a robot spitting off information, but Loki understood it was just the agent in her being professional. Oddly enough, it made him ten times more drawn to the woman, not to mention what she was saying was fascinating in itself. “However, given the circumstances of today and what it means for the future of our agency, we’ve decided to change several principles of the practice.”

“Circumstances as in…” he trailed off sheepishly. Knowing it was his fault the secretive agency was now exposed. He couldn’t imagine what they were having to do to adjust their operations. It sounded like a nightmare. 

“Yes,” she smiled tightly, clearly not happy with the unexpected, and immediate, change. “But it was bound to happen sooner or later if I’m being quite honest. The minute Mr. Stark decided to announce himself as Iron Man, along with your brother Thor arriving on Earth, there were already plans in order for the MiB to begin public collaboration with agencies.”

Loki attempted a grin, arms going out in a dramatic flair. “So it isn’t fully my fault when you think about it.”

Her smile softened a tad bit, not as guarded and unwelcoming. “You could say that.” 

“I’m Loki,” he extended a hand, pleased when she accepted it and returned the firm grip.

“Y/I.”

Now he was puzzled, “Y/I?” Then he shook his head, cursing at himself as he remembered, “Oh right. You lot do not go by full names. Only letters--forgive me.”

“Not a problem,” she replied, letting go of his hand. It didn’t take much for a conversation to strike up between the two. Long enough to pass the time given the place was bombarded by agents and press, everyone arguing over authority and what not.

Whenever Loki looked back on that day it felt like a lifetime ago. Pretty much was considering it’d been several years and he was now at the happiest he’d ever been. No drama--for the most part, at least involving him--no house arrest, nothing. He happily lived on Earth in an apartment in New York with his love and working for the MiB as a civilian consultant on his way to becoming a full fledged agent. 

Talk about a happy ending. One he never thought was possible after discovering the truth of his lineage. 

Thankfully it seemed most people were happy for the God. His brother, Thor, in particular was rather ecstatic as was their mother. Their father….eventually came around, a couple years after the ordeal when Loki brought Y/I to Asgard having been summoned by the King. The Avengers were relatively cautious--and who could blame them really. What brought them some solace was the fact Y/I was an esteemed--and no nonsense--agent who didn’t hesitate to put Loki in his place when he stepped out of line. 

“I just think it would be beneficial if you--.”

“No.”

“Can I drive this time?”

“No.”

“What does this red button do?”

“Do not touch that, Loki.” 

Then there are the times where clothes are mixed up. Literally. Loki loves a slick, black, suit. It’s his staple and given Y/I’s uniform happens to also be a crisp, black suit, there’ve been several occurrences where items of clothing end up in the wrong pile. Especially when they send the suits to the dry cleaners together. 

“Loki, they gave me your trousers again.” Y/I will sigh when she unravels the plastic and notices the dress pants are not hemmed the way they ought to be. He’ll walk in from the closet with a blazer over his shoulder, tossing it to the bed where the rest of her suits are saying, “That one’s yours.”

Their favorite moment of clothes mixing up was when they attended a banquet at Avengers tower and were in such a hurry to dress, they completely disregarded that what they were picking up was in fact theirs. Y/I fasted the belt, Loki tied his tie. Rolled up their socks, buttoned their blazers, and hauled on their shoes as they were walking toward the door. It wasn’t until they were out of the car and up the elevator that they got a good look in the mirror from the reflective glass. 

“Hang on a second,” Loki murmured, eyes squinted as he leaned forward to examine his appearance. Then he turned to Y/I, who matched his expression and looked down at her suit. “Did we…?”

“I think we did,” she finished the sentence, thumbs brushing against the belt secured on her waist. She typically wore Tom Ford. This belt was Armani. “This isn’t my belt.” Looking up, she caught his hands on the tie and let out an amused chuckle. 

“I’m wearing your tie, aren’t I?”

She untucked her tie from beneath the buttoned blazer, lifting the bottom to see the label. Armani. “Yup, you sure are.” 

Loki released a huff, but couldn’t hold back the grin from curling on his lips. “Should we switch then?”

“Seeing we are about five levels away,” she began with a knowing look, “I don’t think that’s wise on the mere chance we don’t finish in time and have to explain to our friends why we’re in the middle of pulling our belts and ties on in the elevator.” 

Pink makes its way onto Loki’s cheeks, understanding her implication. “Understood--yeah, you’re right. I don’t need Stark jumping to conclusions that’ll have him bestowing another ridiculous nickname.”

Y/I laughed, squeezing his arm affectionately. “Awe, you don’t like Reindeer Games?”

“Don’t start.” 

“What about Rock of Ages?”

Loki grumbled, playfully nudging her hip with his. “Keep it up and I’ll tell K you faked being sick to go to an Imagine Dragons concert with Romanoff.” He got her there, the agent parting her lips in surprise, but he could tell she was impressed by the loose threat. He’d never actually sell her out. 

That would have him sleeping on the couch.

Another squeeze to his arm before she let go, “As you wish, Slick.” 

Despite the many years together, the fun adventures, and the countless jobs they’d been on….she still refused to let him drive her car. 

The vehicle came to a slow halt as she pulled up to a curbside space and began to parallel park so swiftly it had bystanders stopping to gawk. “Can I at least--.”

“No.”

“You didn’t even hear what I was going to ask.”

“I don’t have to hear,” She undid her seatbelt, cutting off the ignition. “You’re not to nueralyze. Complete your training, pass your exam, and once you’ve been fully sworn in then I will let you steer and nueralyze when the time calls for it.” Pulling on her sleek black Ray Bans, she sends him a cheeky smirk. “For now, follow my lead.”

Loki grins with a wink, his own Ray Bans going to the bridge of his nose, “I always do, darling.” 

[tinyshyteacup]

Tw: none ?

Part 4

Gilded Façade - Part 5

The door clicked softly shut behind Loki, leaving the two of you cocooned in dim firelight. The chamber was vast, carved in dark stone with arching columns like the ribs of a sleeping beast. The bedding sheets had been taken.

The expectations had been met, or so they believed.

But you were still sitting on the edge of the bed, feet tucked beneath you—and uncertainty flickering in your expression.

He stood near the hearth for a beat longer than necessary, as if drawing warmth he didn’t truly need. Then he turned.

He paced to the sideboard, conjuring a steaming goblet with a twitch of his fingers. “This is mild wine. Enchanted with a sleeping herb Frigga used on me as a child when I couldn’t settle.”

He offered it to you carefully. You took it with both hands, fingers brushing his for the briefest second. It smelled faintly of cloves and starlight.

Still, you trembled.

Loki sat on a low chaise beside the fire, angled toward you. “You’ve handled yourself with more grace than most Asgardians ever could.”

You looked down at the goblet. “They think I’m yours now— it feels—barbaric.”

His jaw tightened. “They think many things. Most of them wrong.”

You blinked at him, voice barely audible. “What if I can’t sleep? What if I wake up and this all feels worse?”

There was a pause. Then something shifted in his expression.

The mask—smooth and regal—cracked a little.

Loki held out his hand, magic already glimmering at his fingertips. “Then perhaps you need a better distraction.”

Green mist coiled upward from his palm, curling into shape mid-air. With a gentle ripple, the magic solidified into a tiny dragon—scales like polished jade, wings half-translucent and veined with faint golden light.

It flitted in place for a second, then dove toward you with a delighted chirp, landing neatly in your lap.

You blinked, startled—and let out the smallest, strangled laugh.

The dragon looked up at you with wide, glowing eyes. Its tail swished across your nightgown like a contented puppy, and it pawed at your fingers until you lifted your hand to scratch behind its ears. It let out a happy trill.

Loki, watching from the chaise, leaned his cheek against his knuckles. “I thought you might enjoy this.”

“Is he alive ?,” you whispered.

He arched an eyebrow. “Hardly. He’s made of my magic—my intent.”

You let the dragon nuzzle against your palm, its body warm like a small sun. Your shoulders began to loosen—inch by inch. “He… he’s very sweet.”

“He’s needy,” Loki said dryly. “But he listens.”

The corners of your mouth twitched.

The dragon settled into your lap, wings folding close. Its breathing grew slow and steady—mimicking sleep, though you knew it wasn’t quite alive.

But it was a comfort.

A deliberate creation.

Not conjured for amusement, but for you.

Loki stood again after a long while and approached. The fire painted gold into the dark strands of his hair.

“You should rest.”

“I’m afraid to wake up and find it’s all real again,” you admitted, voice barely above breath.

He hesitated, then moved, pulling the bedding up over your legs like a shield. When you finally allowed yourself to lie back, goblet half empty on the nightstand, the little dragon tucked itself into the crook of your neck.

Loki didn’t leave.

The fire had burned down to embers, shadows licking the walls in slow, drowsy patterns.

You were curled on the edge of the massive bed now, blanket tucked under your chin, the little green dragon nestled between your neck and the pillow like a living ember of Loki’s strange magic.

Sleep danced at the edges of your mind—but nerves clung to you like cobwebs.

The sound of boots being unbuckled broke the silence.

Loki stood near the chaise, back turned as he shrugged out of his tunic. His movements were deliberate, precise—more ceremony than necessity.

The green and gold fabric whispered as it fell to a chair, followed by his outer armor, piece by piece. When he turned, only his inner black shirt and trousers remained, his hair falling loose around his shoulders like shadowed silk.

He paused, eyes flicking to you.

Then, with a slight tilt of his head—more amused than apologetic—he spoke.

“Well, I’m not giving up my bed for a Midgardian.”

His voice was low, bone-dry, the same cold drawl he used when speaking to Odin or outwitting enemies. But the corner of his mouth twitched—just faintly—as he said it.

He walked to the other side of the bed and lifted the covers with a smooth, almost theatrical motion before sliding in beside you.

The mattress dipped under his weight, and for a moment the only sound was the rustling of linen and the soft snore of the dragon curled near your collarbone.

Loki lay closest to the door—whether to guard against threat or out of some unspoken custom, you weren’t sure. He lay on his side, propped on one elbow, watching the dying firelight flicker across the chamber’s ceiling. His expression was unreadable. Distant.

But not unkind.

“You could at least pretend to feel honored,” he murmured after a pause, not looking at you. “Few ever share this space.”

You blinked at him from beneath your blanket cocoon. “Because they don’t survive long enough to share it?”

He huffed out a sound that might’ve been a laugh. “Clever... No. Because I don’t allow it.”

You turned toward him slightly, keeping the dragon nestled between you as a sort of barrier, though it flicked its tail in protest.

“Frigga told me, Asgardians don't sleep much.”

“We don’t,” he said. “But I find it... useful. When thoughts won’t stop.”

Another beat passed, the fire’s glow painting amber shadows on his sharp cheekbones, catching the faint sheen of an old scar near his jaw.

“You’re very quiet,” he added, glancing at you finally.

The silence grew companionable. Not warm, not yet. But bearable.

You watched his silhouette soften in the low light—long limbs relaxed, his pale hand resting across his stomach.

Regal even in repose. He didn’t face you. But his voice reached through the quiet.

“If you need to escape in the night, I’ve hidden no wards on the doors.”

You blinked at him. “That’s... reassuring?”

He shifted slightly, just enough that you could see the ghost of a smirk on his lips. “You’re not a prisoner. I assume you’d trip over something and bring down half the palace before reaching the corridor anyway.”

Despite yourself, a short, surprised laugh bubbled up. Loki looked over—briefly—and his gaze lingered. Not long. But long enough.

Then, his tone dropped slightly. More serious. “This arrangement. Whatever else happens… no one will touch you.”

He turned his face away after that, tucking one arm beneath his head. That was all he said. It wasn’t affection. It wasn’t comfort.

But it was something.

A soft knock broke you from sleep in the stillness of the high-ceilinged Chambers.

You flinched, still half-wrapped in sleep, your legs tucked beneath the blankets as the golden morning light filtered through the archways the serve as windows, though vast, was warmer now—less because of the fire and more from the heavy drapes Loki had silently drawn in the night. You glanced at him as the door creaked open.

He hadn’t moved from where he reclined beside you, hair loose, his dark tunic only partially fastened. His expression was unreadable.

A petite, fair-haired servant, entered with a silver tray almost too wide for her arms. She kept her eyes downcast.

“Forgive the intrusion, My Prince—”

“No.” Loki’s voice cracked through the morning like a blade of ice. “You will address me properly.”

She stopped cold, eyes wide, knuckles white around the tray’s edges.

“Y-Yes, Your Highness,” she whispered, then turned to you with a small bob of her head. “And you, My Lady—”

“Princess,” Loki corrected sharply, without looking at her. “She is my wife.”

The words hit you like a gust of wind.

Your mouth opened—then closed again. Heat rose into your face, not from embarrassment, but from stunned realization. You hadn’t expected the title.

The servant looked stricken, bowing so fast her braid flipped forward over her shoulder. “Forgive me, Your Highnesses.”

She set the tray down on the sideboard with shaking hands, then fumbled over the next words. “Would you... w-would you care for a bath? The, ah, the sunken basin can be prepared—”

“We will call if needed,” Loki said flatly, dismissing her with a flick of two fingers. “Go.”

She fled without a word.

The silence stretched for a few beats. You stared at the now-closed door, then turned back to Loki.

“She was terrified,” you murmured.

He gave a slow shrug, as though unconcerned. “She should be.”

You paused, then looked at him more directly albeit shyly. “But why did you correct her? About me?”

Loki didn’t meet your eyes right away. Instead, he reached forward, plucked a triangular pastry from the tray, and placed it on a plate in front of you with surprising delicacy.

“Because words matter here,” he said coolly, but there was an undertone—something unspoken threading his tone. “And because I do not suffer sloppiness. You are a Princess of Asgard by marriage. Whether they, or you, like it or not.”

You stared down at the pastry. Steam curled from the flaky crust, filled with something purple and sweet-smelling.

“What is it?” you asked, tentatively.

He leaned back, long fingers reaching lazily for a wedge of dark fruit folded into vine-leaf bread. “Morathei. A tart made with nightberry and spiced cream. Mild. Even your little mortal stomach can handle it.”

The quip was dry, but his voice was lower now. More relaxed.

He gestured to the other items as you hesitantly began to eat.

“That one is surnej—cheese whipped with fire-root. Don’t let the color fool you. It’s not poisonous. Unless it’s blue. Don’t eat the blue kind.”

You laughed softly despite yourself, the tension from the wedding night beginning to melt around the edges.

“And that—” he gestured toward a curved slice of something golden and crisped on the edge “—is a sun-petal flake. Usually eaten at spring festivals, but Mother insisted it be included.”

You tilted your head, chewing thoughtfully. “It’s... flowery?”

Loki gave you a sidelong glance, brow raised. “Yes, that would be because it is a flower.”

After a few moments, you both fell into a rhythm. Quiet bites, occasional commentary. The silence wasn’t strained—it was just there, the sort that hung between people learning each other’s pace.

Loki sat like a statue, legs folded beneath him, tray balanced across one thigh as he elegantly sliced a fruit you didn’t recognize. His movements were precise, even when eating—ritualistic, almost. Like a he never truly relaxes.

But every so often, his gaze would flick your way. Subtle. Measuring.

“You’re quieter today,” he murmured after a while.

You nodded slowly, clutching the little napkin in your lap. “I’m trying to figure out what comes next.”

Loki didn’t laugh, but the corner of his mouth pulled, just slightly. “A fine question. If you learn the answer, do share.”

The remains of breakfast had long since gone cold. Sunlight filtered in through the arched windows, dancing along the walls of Loki’s chambers. You were sitting cross-legged atop the duvet, the sheets wrinkled and warm beneath your palms.

Your nightgown still flowed loosely around you, and your hair, was still mussed from sleep, the little dragon had dissipated sometime in the night.

Loki sat beside you, leaning back against a velvet-cushion, legs crossed at the ankle. He still retained a regal posture—back straight, movements composed, hands resting like a royalty even now.

You toyed with the edge of the napkin you’d used earlier, your voice uncertain as you looked down at it.

“So... now that I’m married to you,” you began softly, “what am I supposed to call people?”

Loki turned his head slowly toward you. One brow arched in that signature, cool amusement.

“Pardon?” he said, voice low and lazy, though his eyes sharpened with interest.

You flushed slightly under his gaze. “I mean—do I call them my lord, my lady? Do they call me Highness? Or am I supposed to curtsy? Or bow? What if they’re not nobility? Do I outrank anyone now?” Your voice rushed out.

He studied you, the edges of his mouth twitching—not quite a smile, but not a sneer either.

Something between curiosity and the faintest flicker of affection.

“Ah,” he breathed, sitting up slightly and resting one arm along the back of the headboard. “So you are beginning to think about your place here.”

You nodded slowly, picking at the edge of the napkin. “I don’t want to embarrass you.”

Loki stilled for half a beat. That simple sentence hit somewhere unexpected. His gaze lingered on your face before he spoke again—cool and measured, but slower this time.

“Very well. A lesson, then. Pay attention, little mortal, or you’ll be eaten alive.”

You nodded.

He waved one hand, conjuring an illusory flicker of the royal court—miniature Asgardians, shimmering golden figures dancing midair above your shared bed.

“At the top, of course,” he said, gesturing to a pair of regal figures wearing long robes and crowns, “sit the King and Queen—currently my esteemed father and mother. Then there’s me and my brother. Prince's of Asgard.” He gave you a sidelong look. “And you.”

The image shifted, showing a tiny version of you standing next to a taller projection of Loki and Thor, your little illusion blinking up at the illusion of him adoringly.

“Because you are Princess Consort, you outrank every noble below the Royal house, Which is... everyone. Until my brute of a brother is married.”

You nodded.

Loki continued, drawing another shimmer of floating images—less ornate, still well-dressed. “The nobility, Lords and Ladies. You may refer to them by their titles, unless they are of the High Houses—then it’s Dame, or Count, depending on the House.”

“That’s... a lot.”

“Oh, I’m not done,” he said, with mock cheerfulness. “Then there are court officials. Master Steward, Mistress of the Keys, Chroniclers, Voice of the Treasury—all delightfully self-important. And of course, the Shield of the Crown—your bodyguard, when appointed.”

You blinked again. “I—what bodyguard?”

He hummed. “Eventually. Perhaps. If you don’t faint from one of the banquets first.”

He leaned forward slightly, fingers steepled before him.

“And the people will refer to you as Your Highness, Your Grace, Princess, or Princess of Asgard, depending on the context. You are not to return curtsies unless offered by a foreign monarch. You are never to bow, save for the King and Queen themselves And you will address my brother—as Prince Thor, or Thor, and nothing more. Unless you feel brave.”

You stared at him, wide-eyed, head spinning.

“That’s... I can’t possibly remember all that,” you whispered, overwhelmed.

Loki tilted his head, watching you. For a moment, his teasing faded.

“I was raised in it,” he said, voice quieter now. “You were not. No one expects perfection.”

You looked up at him. “But they expect something.”

“Watch. Listen. Let them stumble over your title, and you hold your silence. It unnerves them.”

You managed a small, hesitant smile. “Like you?”

Loki gave you a slow, amused look. “Oh no, darling. I don’t unnerve. I terrify.”

[star-crossed-sluts]

Could you please write a loki x reader. Reader gains weight on accident at first but loki likes it so he gets reader to gain more. Fem reader.

If not it’s okay <3

I love writing about men discovering they like reader chubby <3 This is my first time writing third person limited focused on the male lead, so any feedback would be cherished

Contents: 1.1kwords, love mentions, weight gain and associated body changes/insecurities, giggly sex

Minors DNI

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Loki’s never been… particular, shall we say? 

Sex was nothing to him. A means to an end, no care for any specific physical form for his partner to have, let alone prefer it. Love on the other hand was something he’d never dreamed of having for himself - some abstract concept that didn’t exist, at least not for him. He never thought for a second that love was something he would hold in his arms every dawn and dusk, or that he could taste it in homemade cooking and smell it in the bathroom after you’d showered. 

In that aspect, you’d managed to exceed all the expectations he’d never had.

“Fuck!”

Loki never knew how terrible love could be. How his heart could drop out of his body just from a vulgar word in the other room, or how he could be so worried he could completely forget about using magic to get to you faster. Not until he was running through your apartment (which he was slowly and methodically laying his own claim to, until he was so ingrained in your life you couldn’t get rid of him. Naturally.) Why would anyone subject themselves to something that could hurt so much?

And then he laid eyes on your half-nude form and remembered.

Because you were standing in the middle of your bedroom in your undergarments (“please just call them panties,” you’d always beg) and he had the absolute privilege to stare at you as perversely as he desired. If another man thought of you the way he did, he’d have to reconsider world domination. Put the fear of the gods back into those mortals. 

But when you spun around to face him, you had a sour look puckering your lovely features. “You,” you accused, jabbing a finger at him, “are at fault here!”

“Probably,” he conceded instantly. “What have I done?”

You threw some of your clothes at him. He recognized them. You called them the good jeans. He called them infernal invention that keeps me from your sweet pussy. “They don’t fit anymore!”

He tried not to show his pleasure too much. “Oh?” He immediately knew he’d failed, your glare furthering. 

“Oh,” you mocked, a thick British accent on the word. “This is your fault, y’know? Before you, I ate pretty healthy. Now I’m going out every other night to restaurants that smother everything in butter and wine-”

“You’re upset about going out?”

Loki could practically watch memories of the delicious food you’ve been sharing dance through your vision, inducing a small dreamy sigh. “No,” you decided, “no, I’m not. No, I just-” You huffed, falling against his chest and trusting him to both hold you upright and comfort you - which he did happily. “I’m just frustrated because now I have to actually put effort into working out or find new jeans.”

And, well, Loki was adamantly against more jeans, so he may have gently swayed you to the other option. After all, he wanted you happy, and he didn’t care what your form looked like to make that happen.

Until he got you undressed in a different circumstance. 

Until he was bullying his way into your sweet cunt with your soft form pressed against him. Your breasts bouncing against the hard plane of his chest, thick thighs hooked over his slim hips, heels pressed into the small of his back. You felt like velvet all over - from the soft skin pulled taut over wide hips in his hands to the wet heat wrapped around his cock. He hasn’t been so close to blowing his load so soon since his first time between your thighs. 

“Look so beautiful, my love,” spilled from his lips like a waterfall. He simply couldn’t hold it back, and besides that, he wouldn’t want to. His Queen deserved to know just how stunning she was, every minute of the day. Especially when it made you moan into his ear, hand snapping over your mouth like you could take it back, turning away from him even as your hips met his with every thrust. 

His Queen was so shy. 

Loki took the soft tendon on your neck between his teeth, gently working a mark onto the skin, groaning against you as your walls fluttered around him at the sensation. “Don’t hide from me, love,” he coaxed. Long fingers wrapped around your neck from behind, rubbing gentle circles into your hairline, completely contrary and yet perfectly befitting the way he hammered into you. His other hand traveled your body like he was discovering you all over again, caressing every new dip and pudge of skin like you were the most amazing sculpture. People across the world would marvel at your beauty, whisper that man wasn’t capable of creating such magnificence - that you were instead made by a god. 

“Stop,” you slurred through the pleasure, his rolling hips working your sensitive clit against his dark hair. Your hand on his back clawed the pale skin, leaving your mark on him as it curled into a fist, beating the breadth of his shoulders with no force. You giggled through the moans as his fingers danced over your sides, hissing, “that tickles,” at him as if that would ever implore him to quit. “Stop fondling my rolls!”

“What a cruel world,” he lamented theatrically, the only way he knew how, “when a man can’t even fondle his dearest love!” 

“Be serious when you’re in my guts!”

“I am serious, darling!” A sharp tug pulled you higher up on his lap, cock spearing even deeper into you, pushing out a whine from deep in your chest. “Don’t you feel how well we fit? You’re perfect, my love, and your body’s no exception.”

He let you hide away in his neck, nipping your own small marks onto him as his thrusts turned slower, more sensual. “Even when I’ve gained-”

“Don’t you Midgardians have a saying about that? ‘In sickness and in health?’” 

Your lips stretched against him, betraying the way you tried to sound less eager as your hips rolled against his. “Those are wedding vows, Loki.”

He guided you to his lips, devouring you with a smile. “I’m practicing for the future, then.” 

He delighted in the way you giggled as you came on his cock, holding him close as he fucked you through it. He craved the way you no longer shied away when he groped your waist, pulling you harder against him as he used the way your cunt sucked him in to chase his own end.

He had a standing reservation made before your legs stopped shaking.

[gothicscorpiohub]

Drained Out

Pairing: Ex Boyfriend Loki x Reader

Summary: Y/n was the strongest person one could ever meet but this strength hides something very painful.

Warnings: Mentions of torture, break-up with loki, seizure, angst, fluff

I never realised how my breath was turning heavy, how sweat was making my heated skit cold. I wished my tears could fall, just to ease the pain. They won't. I am such a sucker at showing emotions. Blood was speedily rushing through my ears, the sound of my sharp inhaled couldn't be heard. My chest tightened incredibly. All the feelings I packed away from months haunting me.

The terrors of my past were slowly returning. Suddenly I was again on the rotten planet, Thanos prying into my mind, testing my mental stability fragment by fragment, trying to find the stones I knew the location of. Those torments before I ran to midgard. I subsided my traumatic condition to be strong, because it wasn't the time to show emotions, it never is. I never showed a flicker of hurt,or a glimpse of the torment I had been through, not even myself.

I met Loki on Midgard. I saw a reliable partner in him. We fell in love, he was the most loving person I had ever met. We were so happy but as our relationship escalated, things were on a deeper level. And that was the deepest part of me that I locked away. The part which never came in light, never healed. And when you don't heal, you bleed repeatedly.

We broke-up.

I locked that devastation in my heart too, not allowing more than a single tear running down my eye that night. Engrossed myself in heavy tasks, to never think of how messed up I was inside. But then the locked up part started getting worse. I cannot control it any longer.

And here I was, lying on the cold hard floor. Desperately needing to be held close by him, the one I hurt. Loki had been there for me whenever he sensed my discomfort, and I just pushed him out. I could never imagine how he would have felt. My hands shake as I muster up strength to pick my phone from the couch above me. My eyes blurry with tears as I call him.

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Loki rushed to her house, his heart pounding fast. It sank to his stomach when he found her on the floor in the living room, sniffling and eyes red from crying. In an instant he was by her side, pulling her on his lap.

"Y-you came?" She weakly whispered while sniffling.

"You called, Love" He answered, holding her close to his chest. It was then her dam broke loose. "I'm sorry Loki, I am sorry, so damn sorry." Her sobs broke his heart. "I love you, darling. I'm glad you called" she hid her face in his neck, hands holding his shirt tightly as she cries. He just holds her tightly through it all. Slowly her sobs calmed into soft whimpers

"You've been so strong, Love. Let me take care of you please." His soothing voice was bringing comfort to her trembling stature.mShe nods and snuggles into his chest as he picks her up and walks to her bedroom. Tucking her in bed. His heart warmed at the sight of her. Relishing the way she was allowing him to comfort her, to be with her again.

"Please stay" she mumbled softly. Still feeling drained from earlier.

"I'm right here love" he kissed her forehead tenderly

He slips in bed beside her and she snuggled into his chest once more. He flicks the light off with his magic and puts a warm blanket around them both.

"Loki?" She asked looking up.

"Hmm?"

"I love you"

"I love you too, darling"

"I'm sorry I- I pushed you away. Can you forgive me and bare with me again" she asked, her lower lip trembling again.

"I'd love nothing more. Now-now, sleep darling. We'll talk tomorrow"

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I'm again alive. Not quite but yay! Requests are always open, response may delay.

[mintyys-blog]

BLADE TO THE HEART— loki laufeyson

—> Valentine’s Day special

WARNINGS: none

Loki wasn’t one for sentimental traditions. He found Midgardian holidays trivial, overindulgent, and terribly predictable.

And yet… here he was, standing in your dimly lit living room, watching as you twirled the silver dagger he had just gifted you between your fingers.

“A dagger, Loki?” you mused, raising an amused brow. “For Valentine’s Day?”

He smirked, stepping closer. “You deserve something worthy of you. Roses wilt, chocolates melt—but a blade? A blade is eternal.”

You turned the weapon over in your hands, admiring the intricate engravings on the handle. It was undeniably beautiful—dark, elegant, and sharp. Just like him.

“You are impossible,” you murmured, but your voice held no real bite.

Loki leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “And yet, you love me for it.”

You did. Against all reason, against every warning, you had fallen for the God of Mischief.

He lifted your chin with a single finger, emerald eyes glinting in the candlelight. “You are mine,” he whispered, his voice silky yet possessive. “And I am yours. No holiday, no mortal tradition could ever define the depth of what we are.”

Your heart pounded as his lips brushed against yours, teasing, waiting.

“And yet,” you murmured, smirking, “you still got me a gift.”

Loki chuckled, pulling you flush against him. “I suppose even gods have their weaknesses.”

And with that, he finally kissed you, claiming you as his in the most deliciously sinful way.

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Lost in Midnight Shadows

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader

Warning: fluff, Loki being Loki

Authors note: I hope yall enjoy, I’ve been a big fan of Loki’s forever now also I just realized I titled it with my name lol

Word Count: 1.4K

Masterlist

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The city lights flickered softly against the dark skyline, and you found yourself captivated by their distant warmth. It was one of those rare, quiet nights in New York when you could almost imagine peace settling over the restless city. The Avengers Tower loomed high above it all, casting a solitary silhouette against the stars.

You sat by the large window in one of the common rooms, hugging a mug of tea, feeling the chill of the glass against your shoulder. The room was dimly lit, with only a small lamp casting a soft glow, making the shadows seem even darker. You enjoyed these moments of solitude; they felt like a quiet break from the constant hum of activity and chaos that came with being in this tower. Tonight, the others were either off on missions or had gone out, leaving you with an unfamiliar sense of calm.

But as you sat in silence, a familiar tingling crept down your spine, that instinctive feeling you had whenever he was nearby.

“Lost in thought, are we?” came a smooth, almost mocking voice from somewhere behind you. Loki.

You turned, finding him half-shrouded in shadows, leaning against the doorway with a look of mild amusement. His eyes, bright and glinting, watched you with a kind of curiosity that was both unnerving and alluring. He looked relaxed tonight, his usual Asgardian armor replaced by something simpler—a dark green tunic with a high collar and pants that only added to his commanding presence.

“Is there ever a moment when you don’t try to sneak up on me?” you asked, attempting to keep your voice steady. Even now, after all the time you’d spent around him, Loki’s presence still had an unnerving effect on you. It was like standing too close to the edge of a cliff, thrilling and dangerous.

Loki smirked, stepping forward so that the dim light caught his features. “Where would the fun be in that?” he murmured, his tone filled with a teasing lilt. He crossed the room, stopping beside you to look out the window. “It’s rare for this place to be so… tranquil.”

You nodded, not entirely trusting yourself to speak. With him this close, his scent—a faint mix of sandalwood and something earthy—filled the air. It was oddly comforting, despite the chaotic energy he carried with him.

For a few minutes, the two of you stood in silence, gazing out over the city. It felt strangely intimate, like he was letting you in on a piece of himself he usually kept hidden.

Loki’s public persona was one of bravado, of smug arrogance and barely restrained disdain. But here, in this quiet space, you saw something else—a hint of loneliness, maybe even a touch of vulnerability.

“You know,” you finally said, breaking the silence, “I don’t think I’ve ever asked. Do you like it here?”

Loki turned his head slightly, looking down at you with an arched eyebrow. “Here? You mean this realm, or this tower?”

“Either,” you replied, matching his gaze. “Both, maybe.”

A faint chuckle escaped his lips. “Midgard is… interesting, I’ll admit. It’s messy, chaotic. Mortals scurrying about, desperately clinging to their short lives, trying to find purpose in it all. It’s… amusing.” His eyes softened, almost imperceptibly. “And yet, there’s something intriguing about it. About you humans.”

He was looking at you in a way that made your heart beat a little faster, as if he were studying you, trying to decipher something hidden just below the surface. Loki always had a way of making you feel exposed, like he could see right through you. But tonight, there was something different in his gaze, something that made you feel like maybe, just maybe, he was seeing you for the first time.

“Do you know why I chose to stay?” he asked suddenly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You shook your head, surprised he was opening up.

“It’s because I’ve been searching for something,” he continued, his tone laced with a rare vulnerability. “Something I cannot find in Asgard or any of the Nine Realms. I thought, perhaps, here…” He trailed off, glancing back out at the city lights.

You swallowed, unsure of how to respond. You knew Loki had always felt like an outsider, even in his own world. And here he was, confiding in you, sharing a glimpse of the complex layers beneath his enigmatic exterior. The urge to reach out, to offer him some kind of comfort, was overwhelming.

“I think…” you began, hesitating. “I think we’re all searching for something. Maybe that’s why so many of us end up here, in this tower. We’re all a bit lost, in our own way.”

Loki looked at you, his eyes softening. For a moment, you thought he might say something, but instead, he simply reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against your hand. The touch was feather-light, tentative, as if he was testing the waters.

And then he pulled away, retreating back into his usual smirk. “You’re quite insightful for a mortal, I’ll give you that,” he said, his tone shifting back to its usual playful lilt.

You couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

The two of you fell back into a comfortable silence, but the air between you felt charged, as if something unspoken lingered just out of reach. You wanted to break the tension, to ask him about the things he held so close, but you knew better than to push Loki. If he wanted you to know, he’d tell you.

After a while, Loki spoke again. “I tire of this city,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Tell me, little mortal, do you ever grow weary of it?”

You blinked, slightly taken aback by the question. “I mean, sometimes,” you admitted. “But then I remember the people here—the friends I have. They make it worth it. Even if things get chaotic.”

Loki hummed, his eyes flickering with an unreadable emotion. “Friends,” he repeated, almost as if tasting the word. “Is that what we are?”

The question took you by surprise. You hadn’t thought about it, but now that he’d brought it up, you realized you weren’t sure what you and Loki were to each other.

Friends? Allies? Something else entirely?

“I… I think so,” you said slowly. “At least, I’d like to be. If that’s what you want, too.”

Loki’s expression softened, and for a brief moment, you saw something raw and unguarded in his eyes. But then, just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by his usual guarded smirk.

“Then perhaps, mortal,” he said, leaning in so close that his breath brushed against your ear, “I might allow you to stay by my side.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your cheeks warming at his proximity. There was something thrilling about the way he looked at you, as if you were the only person in the room, maybe even the entire world. You’d spent so much time with him, yet you still found yourself drawn to him, captivated by the mystery and danger he represented.

Before you could respond, he pulled back, his expression shifting to one of mild amusement. “But don’t get too comfortable,” he added, his eyes glinting mischievously. “I am, after all, a god. And gods do not make promises lightly.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

Loki’s gaze lingered on you a moment longer, his eyes softening once more. It was a look that spoke of something deeper, something you couldn’t quite put into words.

And in that moment, you realized that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same pull toward you that you felt toward him.

The night wore on, and the two of you continued to talk, sharing stories and secrets in the dimly lit room. As the hours slipped by, you felt a strange sense of closeness with Loki, as if you were two kindred spirits, bound together by something beyond your understanding.

When the first light of dawn began to break over the city, Loki stood, offering you his hand. “Come,” he said softly. “Let us greet the new day together.”

You took his hand, feeling the warmth of his fingers against your skin, and together, you watched the sun rise over the city. And in that quiet moment, with Loki by your side, you felt a sense of peace that you hadn’t known in a long time.

Maybe you were still searching, still lost in your own way. But now, you had someone to share the journey with—a god who had chosen you, just as much as you had chosen him.

And as the sun bathed the world in golden light, you knew that this was only the beginning of something extraordinary.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reblogging! -Midnight💜

[thedeathlysallows]

Santa Baby

Pairing: Loki x F!reader

Summary: Think of all the fun I've missed/ Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed/ I really do believe in you/ Let's see if you believe in me.

Warnings: Smut. Degradation, dirty talk, loss of virginity (reader's), dom!Loki, oral sex (f!receiving), breeding kink, unprotected sex, ever so slight Jotun!Loki. Loki hasn't had his redemption arc yet

Okay, so, I really have no excuses for this one. It's borderline crackfic but I did my best lol

"Nicholas!"

"Odin!"

You stand shoulder to shoulder with your brother as you watch your father embrace the Allfather. For as long as you can remember, this has been your family's Christmas tradition. After your father finishes delivering gifts all across the nine realms on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day is spent on Asgard with the royal family. You aren't sure why it's a tradition- the elves say it's because Odin was the one to gift your father his powers, to create Santa Claus as the worlds know him- but you've learned over the years it's best not to argue about it.

(There was one year you wanted to spend Christmas at home in the North Pole like a normal family... and your mom fainted from the shock. The elves wouldn't talk to you for a month (which wasn't all that disappointing if you were to be honest). So you considered that lesson learned and never brought it up ever again.)

You watch as your mother greets Frigga next, the two of them looking like the epitome of the Mother archetype. Frigga with her regal air and your mother with her kind smile. You can't imagine ever having to step into their roles and you feel relieved you'll never have to. Your brother is set to be the next Santa and his wife will be Mrs. Claus. Odin's throne will go to Thor and his wife we'll be Queen of Asgard.

All you have to be is yourself.

Free to make your own rules.

To forge your own path.

To-

"Hello, little one." Loki smiles at you fondly and steps towards you. His hands are bound in front of him and the chains draped over his body rattle with each movement.

You tilt your head, observing him closely. "Loki. I knew you were on my dad's Naughty list for the whole New York thing, so I guess it makes sense you ended up on Odin's list too."

His smile morphs into a nasty sneer as he bares his teeth at you. A guard yanks on the chain around his neck, pulling him an appropriate distance from you.

"Must we do this today," Frigga whispers to her husband. "It's the last day of Yule. Let Loki have an hour of freedom."

"And what will that hour cost us," Odin counters.

Your father raises his hand. "If I may? The kids have been working on their magic and sugar plum over here has a real talent for it. I'm sure she could keep Loki in line for an hour."

Loki's eyes burn a hole into the side of your skull as he says, "Yes. The Santa baby can watch me."

"For an hour," you add, turning to your dad. You point a finger at the jolly old man. "And only an hour."

Odin strokes his beard thoughtfully, considering every possible outcome of letting Loki free for a bit. Eventually, he bangs his staff against the shimmering golden floor and Loki's chains fall away. Loki, for his part, makes an effort not to appear too eager. He rubs his wrists and rolls his neck before squaring his shoulders and turning to you.

"I'm at your mercy for the next hour, sugar plum."

And the way he says it so seductively has you reaching the realization that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

You fidget uncomfortably, balling the ends of your long sleeves in your hands. Loki watches your twitchy movements silently. That's how he's always watched you. Ever since that first meeting when you were nothing more than a child coming to terms with her father being the Santa Claus. He's always watched you silently, thoughtfully, like he's waiting for you to decide who you'll be... and maybe, just maybe, if there will be a place for him beside you when you do decide who to be.

"I'm already regretting this," you say out loud to no one really.

No one is paying attention anymore anyway.

No one except Loki who places a hand at the small of your back and gestures in front of you with the other. "Come, we both know you're foaming at the mouth to get to the garden."

You can't help the eyeroll his words induce. "How eloquent."

"Thank you."

"I wasn't complimenting you."

Loki purses his lips, fighting back a grin. "No, you would never do that, would you?"

"Just shut up and follow me."

He pretends to zip his mouth shut and throw away the key, earning an aggravated groan from you.

If you were to be honest, you don't find Loki's presence all that objectionable. Sure, his ego is out of hand, he tried to take over your home planet, he can be a real pain in the ass, sassy, confrontational, a know it all... wait, what was your point again? Oh, right! Loki has many, many, many faults, but he's always been kind to you. Deep down you know his affection for you doesn't truly account for the monstrosities he's committed, but it does make him ten percent less Naughty in your eyes.

"When will you tell Jolly Old Saint Nicholas that I've been the one helping you with your magic, sugar plum."

Okay. Five percent less Naughty.

"Never," you say without looking at him. Instead you fix your eyes on the garden up ahead.

He clicks his tongue. "How absolutely Naughty of you. I approve."

Two percent.

"I don't need your approval. And stop calling me sugar plum!"

Loki stops walking abruptly, forcing you to turn around and meet him face to face. Or face to chest rather. He's taller than you by several inches and his broad figure almost blocks out the steadily rising sun. Hues of pink, orange, and purple burst from behind him in pastel streaks of color. The wind is soft and gentle as it wraps around the two of you, pressing your bodies ever closer. If you could paint you think you would paint him just as he is now, all soft edges and gentle eyes.

He shakes his head. "You don't need it, but you want it. You crave it, don't you, my darling?"

You think you prefer him calling you sugar plum. That feels far less intimate than hearing the words my darling come out of his mouth.

"I don't want anything from you," you say full of false bravado.

"Oh?" Loki pulls you in to his body and tilts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger. "Not even my cock? I think if I were to bend you over this balcony and fuck that tight little cunt of yours, you'd thank me by the end of it. Wouldn't you, sugar plum?"

You swallow the lump in your throat and will away the rising heat in the pit of your stomach. "I said stop calling me that, Loki."

"Then what would you prefer, hmm?" His lips are centimeters from yours, teasing you by brushing against you ever so lightly as he speaks. "You positively lit up when I called you my darling. How does my queen sound? Better yet, how about my whore?"

"Stop."

"Did you make it to the Nice list this year? No sneaking around and kissing boys behind my back?"

You grit your teeth, embarrassment washing over you with the realization that you actually enjoy having him talk to you like this. "Stop. I know what you're trying to do."

"And what would that be?"

"You want me to give up on you like everyone else. There's a past between us whether we like it or not and you want me to just... forget it. Let it go. Everyone else already believes you're a monster and you can't stand that there's one person in the world who still believes you can be good."

Silence stretches out between the two of you like a snake sunbathing on a rock. It's an almost tangible sensation. All you can hear is the air rushing through your lungs as Loki's chest rises and falls at an alarming rate.

"Is this the part where we hug and I thank you for always believing in me? Because... no, I don't think I'll do that," Loki finally says after a few painful seconds.

You huff in frustration, spinning on your heel to go back inside and forget the whole deal. You'll lock yourself in a guest room with some delicious Asgardian mead and that'll be that. This whole sexual tension thing with a man you shouldn't want in the first place will disappear along with the alcohol.

Before you can take a step forward and put you're new Christmas Day plan into motion, Loki grabs you by the arm and pulls you back. His chest presses into your back, a warm and solid wall of muscle.

"Where do you think you're running off to, sugar plum?" He bends down and whispers the words in your ear, his lips ghosting over your skin and leaving goosebumps all over your body.

"Your hour's up."

"I've still got forty five minutes."

"Yeah, well... I'm finished with this."

Loki slips an arm around your waist, grinding his hardened length into your ass. "You're through when I say you're through, and right now I want you down on your knees worshipping."

"But... we're outside..."

The protest dies on your lips as green sparks emanate from Loki's fingertips, circling the two of you before sinking back into his palm.

"There," he says simply. "Problem solved. Now if anyone were to walk by they would simply see us admiring the flowers. Now, on your knees."

You let him push you down on your knees, his long fingers curling in your hair. Through the tight leather of his trousers you can make out the imprint of his cock. You won't be able to take all of him in your mouth. There's just no way. You're willing to try though, you think to yourself as you look up into the familiar green-blue of his eyes.

He helps you undo his pants, picking up the slack when your nervous fingers tremble while untying the laces. He's eerily patient and allows you to take your time. Build your courage as it were. You want this. You know you do. You're just... nervous.

The realization strikes Loki suddenly. "You're a virgin?"

The accusation- however true- doesn't sit right in your chest. "Do you want me to do this or not?"

Loki's eyes shine bright with absolute glee. "You are!"

"Loki-"

The world swirls and warps around you, the oxygen leaving your lungs in a sudden woosh. You suddenly find yourself in your usual guest chambers. Still on your knees. Still out of breath.

"Much better!" Loki sighs happily before making himself comfortable on the large bed. "Actually, one more thing."

A fire roars to life in the hearth and the bright gold decorations littering the room turn a deep shade of emerald.

"Lest you forget who you're with," he explains simply.

"I couldn't if I tried." You look at Loki out of the corner of your eye as he lounges on the bed. His pants are undone, exposing the deep V of his pelvic muscles and a light dusting of hair. He looks at you so intently you feel like you might explode. "What?"

Loki motions for you to come closer. "I want you to come on my face, sugar plum."

You swear your body just gives out as soon as you hear the words. "W-what?"

He growls and sits straight up. "You are going to walk that pretty little arse over here, and then your are going to straddle my face, so I can lick your cunt until you come."

It takes everything in you to do exactly as he says. You aren't completely inexperienced and you aren't a complete idiot either. You know what the fire in your belly and the slickness between your thighs means. You want Loki, wanted him for years. Never in your wildest dreams did you think he actually wanted you too.

It's a Christmas miracle in your opinion.

When you make it to the edge of the bed Loki tuts at you, toying with the hem of your dress. "I meant to comment earlier, but this is the most horrid thing I've ever seen."

Your brow furrows. "Hey! Sprinkle made this for me!"

"Sprinkle." The way Loki says the elf's name almost sounds like a curse.

"You've met him before. Back a few- oof!"

Loki rips the dress to tatters in the blink of an eye. You want to hit him, curse him, something, but he moves too quickly. Instead you make a mental note to apologize to Sprinkle when you get home, and let Loki manipulate your body so that your kneeling over his face. His breath on your core sends a shiver through your body.

"Loki," you whine, gripping at his hair.

"Good girl," he moans out as you tug on the long, dark strands. "Let's see if you taste as sweet as you look."

His tongue laves at your folds, teasing you. It's strange but nice and exhilarating all at once. Your hips buck involuntarily when he finally slips his tongue inside you and he sighs happily against your skin.

"Fuck, yes," Loki groans.

You whimper pathetically.

"I need inside you. Now," he says against your soaked cunt. "I need you, darling."

All you can do is nod. Your bones feel like jelly, but you want more. You want him. You want him inside you. You want him to come inside you. You want it so badly you can almost imagine a future filled with children who have your hair and his eyes.

When he looks up at you there's a split second where you think he sees that future too.

Loki ends the moment quickly though, telling you to get on your back. He positions his cock at your entrance and you have a momentary lapse in confidence. You don't want him to stop, but he's bigger than you could've guessed, and-

"Relax." Loki presses his mouth to yours, nipping at your bottom lip. "You were made to take this cock."

You nod and angle your hips up so his tip slips inside you. Your unused muscles twitch against the intrusion, making Loki hiss out something in Old Norse. One of his hands wraps around your throat while the other pins your hips against the bed. Using this leverage he pushes his entire length inside you, swallowing your screams with his lips. Loki pumps in and out of you slowly, watching your face for signs of discomfort.

"M-more," you sigh. "Harder... more... please..."

His breath hitches. "Are you sure, my darling?"

"Yes!"

"Very well." Loki's hips snap, shoving himself even deeper inside you.

Your hands fly to grip his biceps. His skin is colder. Colder than you've ever felt it. And there's a slight blue tinge.

"Loki, fuck... oh my god..."

His hand not wrapped around your throat slaps across your cheek. "My king. Say it. Say I'm your king."

You manage a tiny nod. "You're... you're my king..."

Loki's grip tightens and his pace quickens. You can feel his thick cock sliding in and out of you, stretching you around him, forcing his way deep inside you.

"L-Loki..." You let out a short whine. "Come inside me. Please. I need it. Please, please..."

He chuckles darkly. "How pathetic. You're begging like a common whore. Is that what you are, darling? Are you my whore?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, my king."

Loki, seemingly satisfied by your answer, lifts your leg over his shoulder and shoves his way deeper inside you. There's a painful burn as you adjust to the new angle and pace, but the look of ecstasy on Loki's face is enough to send you over the edge again. You come on his cock once more, but this time he comes with you, filling you until it leaks out.

You aren't sure when you closed your eyes, but when you open them Loki is looking at you with a strange expression.

"My hour is up," is all he says.

[willowsages-blog]

Makeout session: Loki layfeyson x female reader

You and Loki were in a heated make out session, you have been waiting a week to see him again.

He is leaned, back against the couch as you are on his lap,

Feeling his hands all over your body traveling down your body while your roaming through Loki's hair.

All you hear is heavy breathing, but that was all interrupted by a heavy knock on the front door,

You ignore the knocking and keep kissing Loki all you wanted was to be focused on just him,

But the knocking continues and you get up to see who it was before you could completely get up.

He grabs your hips and pulls you back onto him.

I'm not done yet." Loki says before kissing you again.

[louwaffles]

Loki: Every morsel in my body loathes this planet, you worthless humans, and this disgusting air. 

Avengers: .....

Loki: Every time I see or even hear someone breathe, my resolve to destroy this planet grows--

Y/N: I know this is bad time, but--

Loki: *anger melts and heart gushes* Oh, how I love this beautiful creature blessed from the heavens to sing me songs every morning.

[spicyhiddles]

Wounded | Loki x Reader

A/N: The reader checks on Loki in his chambers following a heated argument between Loki and Thor. Finding Loki shirtless and drenched in sweat, tears streaming down his cheeks, the reader tries to comfort him, tending to his wounds.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Mild cursing, trauma, triggers

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You hear shouting from down the hall. You know instantly it is Thor and Loki. They argue almost every day, often wounding each other. You’ve gotten so accustomed to their daily squabbles that you’ve started to ignore them. But today, something is different. You hear a loud bang, then, nothing. Complete silence.

Worried, you rush out of your room, running down the hallway, almost tripping over the carpet more than once. You almost run full force into Thor, but manage to stop mere inches from him.

“Thor? What Happened? Where’s Loki?”. Your Voice is shaking as you speak between heavy breaths.

“I…” Thor looks down. He lowers his voice, so much that you can hardly make out what he’s saying.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him.”

You don’t wait for him to say another word. You push past him, ignoring his protests and pleas to let it be.

When you reach Loki’s room, you don’t even knock. You practically kick the door down, desperate to make sure Loki is okay. You freeze when you see him.

He is sitting hunched over on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, sweat dripping down his bare stomach. His eyes dart up suddenly to meet your gaze. Your heart breaks at the sight. Tears run down his cheeks. You can’t tell if they are from physical or emotional pain, or both.

“Loki…” Your voice is barely above a whisper. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

Loki looks down, taking a deep, shaky breath. He winces, drawing your attention to a large wound running across his chest, stretching from his collarbone to the base of his rib cage. It’s hardly bleeding, but the skin around the wound is almost purple. It looks almost as if it’s a burn. Then it hits you. It’s already begun to heal, but it is clearly an electrical burn. If he weren’t a god, he’d be dead.

“Damnit Thor,” you spit. You raise your voice, causing Loki to flinch.

You cautiously approach him, watching closely for any reaction from him. He watches you intensely. His expression is guarded, but he makes no attempt to move away from you.

“Loki. I’m so sorry.” Your voice is soft. Loki lifts his gaze to meet yours, surprised.

“Why are you apologizing. You didn’t do this.” He gestures to the wound on his chest. The sudden movement makes him wince.

You reach out to touch his shoulder, but pause when he leans slightly away from you. You lift your hand to cup his chin in it, gently turning his head so his gaze meets yours. You delicately stroke his cheek with your thumb, wiping a fresh tear away. You hold his gaze. He gives you a slight smile.

“Loki?” You lower your hand, holding it just inches from his wound. He flinches slightly, even though you haven’t touched it yet. You stand up.

“I’ll be right back. Promise.”

You walk into the bathroom, grabbing the softest washcloth you can find, and dampening it in cold water.

When you return to Loki’s room, you find him leaning back on the headboard, his head tipped back against the wall. His hand rests cupped protectively over his wounded chest. You sit quietly beside him.

“See? I told you I’d be right back.”

He lifts his head slightly to look at you.

“I didn’t doubt it Y/N. You’ve always been here when I need you. I’ve never had someone like that in my life before.” He smiles.

“Loki? Do you trust me?” You look intensely into his eyes. He laughs, causing him to cough. He winces.

“May I?” Your gaze falls onto his hand, which covers his wound. He follows your gaze.

He nods, moving his hand to rest on the bed beside him. You smile. You hold the washcloth just above the base of the wound, pausing to check his expression. His eyes are squeezed shut, anticipating the pain.

“Loki. Look at me please.” Your voice is soft and quiet.

Loki slowly opens his eyes, blinking at you. You lower the washcloth, mere centimeters from his wounded skin. He closes his eyes again. You gently stroke his cheek with the back of your free hand.

“Loki. It’s alright. I’ll be gentle. You know I will.” Brushing a stray curl behind his ear, you add, “I promise it won’t hurt.”

Loki relaxes, and you gently press the damp cloth to the base of the wound. Loki flinches, his whole upper body tensing. You remove the cloth from his skin.

“It doesn’t hurt does it?” You gently take his hand in yours. He shakes his head.

“No. Just…” he takes a deep breath, wincing as his chest rises. You squeeze his hand reassuringly.

“You don’t need to explain. I know.” You wait for him to relax completely before pressing the cloth to his skin again.

This time, Loki doesn’t flinch or tense up, but instead relaxes more and more as you gently press the cold, damp cloth to his skin, moving it slowly up the wound until you’ve covered the whole thing. You then slowly work your way back down the wound. Loki relaxes more and more every second. He lets out a content sigh.

“Thank you Y/N,” he breathes, “for taking care of me.” He looks up at you slowly with sleepy eyes. He smiles appreciatively.

You finish cleaning the wound, then toss the dirty cloth. You meet Loki’s gaze. There is something in his eyes you can’t quite place, something you’ve never seen in them before. He sits up, obviously feeling a lot better after the special treatment.

“Y/N…” He looks serious all of a sudden.

“Loki, what is it?” You cannot hide the worry in your voice.

He holds your gaze, taking a deep breath.

“It was about you.”

You swallow. You think you know what he’s referring too, but you need to be sure.

“What was about me?” Loki sighs.

“The argument between me and Thor. It was about you.”

-

Next part coming soon…

[ashdreams2023]

more Sub reader in a relationship with soft dom Loki/hard dom president Loki, please? 😭

Oh boy it’s been a while so forgive me if some things are repeated

Red hard dom, Green soft dom.

Soft dom Loki x reader x hard dom Loki

💚 One of his favorite things to do is leave love bites on you, he’s a dick because you could be cuddling and next thing you know he’s grinding and digging his teeth into your soft flesh

❤️His favorite place to take a nibble is your shoulders, hip and between your thighs

❤️ He’s not picky about where to lay you, if he felt like he needed you it doesn’t even matter if you’re in public, he’ll magic something up

💚 Hands possessively on your hips whenever you’re standing close

💚runs his finger over your lips when talking to you and sometimes holds the back of your neck as well

💚Little butt smacks when you’re dozing out

💚He gets your little rewards if you’re extremely good after a session

❤️He makes sure you remember your safe word because he knows he’s no mortal and you can only handle too much

❤️ His favorite position is anything with the mirror and you looking at yourself, it’s just sexy to see you all red and breathless

💚Let’s you wear his suit jacket sometimes and fool around till he decide he’s had enough of your cheekiness and pounds you to next week

💚❤️The pet names are always ranging from overly sweet and romantic to down straight degrading and you wouldn’t have it any other way

❤️This man is so mean! Like you’re minding your business and the next second he picks you with his dick hard and ready to give you the night of your life

💚 Very strict about what you put in your stomach before intimacy because god he doesn’t want to have you throwing up all over

💚❤️Very much a fan of choking

❤️ An even more bigger fan of cock warming

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 2

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You had woken still here, still tied.

The silence still thick.

It’s been a while since any of you spoke. You watch the dust float in the single beam of light cutting through the warehouse. You focus on it, anything but them. You refuse to look at the two men.

Bucky leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on your face like he’s trying to read your every twitch. Loki crouches in front of you now, changing tactics. His fingers slip under your chin soft, too soft forcing you to look at him.

“You’re shaking, Pet,” he says, his voice smooth. “Is it fear y/n or something else?”

You don’t respond. You won’t give him the satisfaction. But your eyes flicker, just for a second and that’s all it takes to pull you under.

FLASHBACK

The three of you stood in Loki’s room. Moonlight filtered in through the windows. You were still wondering if this was real. Not even an hour ago, you’d been downstairs at the bar, laughing and flirting with the two men. And now… now you were between them, heart hammering.

Loki stepped toward you first, hands cupping your face as he kissed you, deep and hungry. The kind of kiss that stole the air right from your lungs.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, eyes locked to yours. The kind of look that made your stomach flip and your knees weak.

Bucky moved in behind you, slow and sure, his hands sliding over your shoulders, easing the straps of your dress down. His lips traced the curve of your neck and over your shoulders. You closed your eyes, heat curling low in your belly.

The dress hit the floor. Then your bra. You stood there bare, skin prickling, breath shallow. Loki’s gaze turning feral. But you couldn’t turn away from him.

Bucky dropped to his knees behind you, fingertips hooking into your underwear, dragging them down slowly.

You were exposed. You felt vulnerable but felt worshipped.

Loki stepped forward, voice low and commanding.

“Kneel.”

You did. God you did. Head bowed, breath caught, anticipation coiled tight in your chest. Loki’s hand slid into your hair.

“Undress me,” he said.

You undid his belt, popping each button on the trousers with shaky fingers and helped him step out of his clothes. Then, eyes locked to his, you wrapped your hand around him, stroking gently, teasing him. His groan made your whole body ache.

You took him into your mouth—slow and deep, letting him feel every second of it. His hands gripping your hair tightly, guiding you at first. Then taking control. You moaned as you felt him hit the back of your throat.

Kneeling behind you, Bucky’s arms slipped around your waist. His breath was hot at your ear.

His hands moved to your chest, thumbs brushing your nipples, making you moan around Loki’s cock. Loki cursed above you.

Then Bucky’s fingers slid lower. Finding your clit he began to rub. Your pleasure built fast. You writhed and moaned so much Loki couldn’t hold back, he spilled into your throat with a growl.

“Look at me, Darling,” he rasped.

You did and the look in his eyes wrecked you. You shattered around Bucky’s fingers, your orgasm rolling through you like fire.

Before you could even breathe, Bucky was in front of you naked, hard, needy.

he grabbed your chin “Say it for me,” he growled, low and rough.

“please Sergeant,” you whispered.

The groan that left him was downright filthy. You took him in your mouth, gentle at first, then hungrier, deeper. His head tipped back with pleasure.

Loki wasn’t done.

He lay between your spread knees, his tongue working your already sensitive core, his fingers joining the rhythm. The overwhelming sensation, Bucky’s cock in your mouth, Loki’s mouth on you, had you falling apart all over again. Bucky held your head steady as you screamed around him, your release hitting like a tidal wave. His following hard and fast.

Loki had you first that night. His hands tangled in your hair, lips brushing your throat as he whispered.

“So good for us, Darling…”

When Loki had finished, Bucky pulled you into his lap, your body arching under his touch, his voice rough with desire. “That’s my girl,” he growled. “Just like that. The stretch of him sending sparks all through your body.

They took turns with you that night. Both whispering soft promises and yet wrecking you with every thrust, every bite, every word. You hadn’t realised it then—but you belonged to them. Mind, body, soul. The way they ruined and worshipped you at the same time? You never stood a chance.

They loved you then.

And you loved them.

PRESENT

You flinch. Breath hitching in your chest.

Loki sees it. Of course he does.

“Still there, aren’t we?” he purrs. “You’re thinking about it. You miss it.”

Bucky steps closer, voice brushing the back of your neck. “I see you, Doll… You’re not as unaffected as you’re trying to seem, You don’t have to keep fighting us. Just tell us what we need to know… and we’ll give you what you want.”

Your voice doesn’t shake. Not this time.

“That was then, Buck. This is now.”

There’s a flicker of something in your tone maybe doubt, maybe regret but you bury it. You focus on the pain, the betrayal and let it guide you.

Loki’s smirk twitches. Something flickers in his eyes. Like he’s trying to gauge if you’re bluffing. But it vanishes fast, replaced with that cool detachment that always comes before he snaps.

“Is that so?” he murmurs, voice like poison. “We’ll see how long that strength lasts.”

Your eyes snap to him, cold and unwavering, a challenge in your gaze.

[lostalioth]

𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

→ premise: loki knew he was rough and mean and yet he also knew that you loved it.

→ pairing: loki laufeyson x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, knife play, throat training, oral [m receiving], face fucking, degrading, small amount of praise, nicknames [darling, pet, throat slut, love], small amount of gagging.

→ a/n: 03 kinktober

“Get on your knees pet, gotta train that pretty little throat so you know how to shut up slut” Loki growls and grips the back of your neck to push you to the floor. He was leaning back against the soft plush black couch that sat in the center of the living room, his legs spread. One hand still holding the back of your neck and the other palming over his thigh and moving then to rub over the bulge in his pants. “And what if I don't wanna shut up huh?” You taunt and tilt your head. Yet your hand begins to crawl up his knees and lean closer. His eyes glint down at you and an evil smile forms on his lips before he lifts his hips to adjust. Loki's tongue pokes his cheek and he waves his hand to conjure up his dagger. With one swift motion his dagger is pressed against the crevice between your neck and your collar bone, softly pushing the blade against your neck. Your breath hitches and arousal pools between your legs.

“Pants off, take my pants off now darling” he grins and keeps his dagger pressed against you as his eyes shift between your face and the growing tent in his pants. Your eyes glaze over and your jaw goes slack as you nod your head in obedience, just how Loki likes it. You begin to unbutton his pants, slide them down his slender legs as well as his tight black boxers down and off his body.

He flashes his wicked smile at you for complying and pulls your mouth down onto his twitching cock filling your throat. “Oh fuck such a pretty slut you like me being rough you know it, youre dripping right now with my cock shoved down your thoat and this blade pressed against your pluse.” He chuckles softly as he bucks his hips up, his tip hitting the back of your throat. He knows you can't answer him and that only makes him more excited.

You clench your thighs as your slick and arousal soaks your panties. Your erratic heartbeat booming hard in your ears as Loki digs the blade of his dagger a bit deeper. The hand still holding the back of your neck grips harder and holds you down to the base of his cock, his cock filling your mouth and pushing at the back of your throat causing you to gag around him a bit.

“Hold it darling, hold it deep in your throat and dont gag love. Got it pet?” Loki teases and lets go of your neck to rub his thumb over your cheek under your eye.

You run your tongue over a vein sprawling across his shaft and use the spit slipping down his cock to play with his balls, your jaw relaxes and you hold him deep in your mouth without gagging. Loki lets out a breath and drops the dagger to hold the side of your neck and runs his thumb over the bump caused by his cock. It made his stomach swirl and the knot tighten as your throat squeezes him.

“Such a good slut fuck, my little throat slut huh?” He groans as his head tips back.

→ a/n: this was very short and i meant to post it yesterday but i was gonna write more but im already getting a bit of writers block so some will be shorter yk?