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[mischieffae]

Yes please Thor 1 Loki smut….maybe with plus size reader 👀👀👀

Your wish is my command 😈

Devotion

Summary: After returning from a vigorous battle, Loki finds solitude in your welcoming company. Tending to his minor wounds, your hands are not the only thing that gives him pleasure that night.

Pairing: Thor 1 Loki x f!reader

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warnings: plus size reader, body worship, breast fucking, no use of y/n, praising, mentions of wounds, pre-established relationship, usage of old norse sayings

Music that inspired the writing

Smells of various floral arrangements filled the air with an intoxicating aroma, the room's golden hue glittering against their petals. You have prepared the room for your lover's return from battle, the brutal onslaught lasting for many suns and moons. It had begun to weigh heavily on your mind, each night causing you to lose more and more sleep from anxiety. But you had to remind yourself that your significant other was not a mere mortal, but a GOD of pure strength and cunning wit. It would take a lot more than a mere blade to bring him down to lay upon the earth.

He was unstoppable.

Heavy gilded doors began to slowly open as you turned towards its sound, your heart racing in your caged chest wildly in anticipation. There, your beloved stood with sweat upon his forehead, his usual clean leather attire covered in dust and crimson shades of his enemies essence. A small cut formed on his upper left brow, his raven short locks tousled around his chiseled features as he released heavy breaths. It made your breath halt in your lungs, his lithe form moving towards you in a graceful motion.

" Elskuga ... " ( old norse for lover )

You could not hold back your wide smile, hands outstretching in his direction before finding home in his damp hair. His soft lips trailed along your heated cheek, nostrils flaring while giving a pleasing sigh in relief.

" Have you missed me? ", he murmured sensually, your fingers moving to cup both sides of his pale face while gazing in those eyes that haunted you for days.

" More than you know... "

Your brows furrowed with concern from the cut upon his forehead, a tender finger lifting to graze along it curiously. You could've sworn you heard a small hiss in response, his eyes never leaving you as you gazed him over.

" Come, let me tend to your wounds my love. "

Loki held back his protest with self control, settling upon a fur covered chair with a gentle huff. Your smile never faltered as you began to brush a damp cloth against his wound, blood staining the white cotton with each motion. It reminded you of the many times you would clean his cuts from your adventures as children, always after a long day of rough housing with Sif and the Warriors Three. You were often the healer of the group, Thor insisting that it was your path in life. Perhaps it was, though you would rather join them on their outlandish escapades.

However now you have found purpose in the arts of mending.

" Are all these flowers for me? "

A small giggle escapes your lips, his head lifting to gaze into your eyes with mischief.

" Only if you came back victorious, which you have definitely proven to be true. "

The Prince released a small hum in approval, a hand lifting to gently graze along your thigh against the silk of your dress.

" And would you have done the same if I came back defeated? "

You pause your movement, eyes glittering with playfulness before finishing cleaning his cut.

" We all know that would have not happened, my love. "

You both chuckle in earnest, his smile causing your heart to clench in your chest with pure adoration.

Loki gazes upon you as if you were a beacon a light, entranced by your beauty and utter kindness. The two of you haven’t engaged in this romantic relationship until the year prior, your hearts intertwining the moment you confessed your love to him. Since then you have been inseparable, and of course this spurred on gossiping within the palace's halls of the scandal between a prince and a commoner. But neither of you seemed to find a care in the world, often blocking out those whispers with shared kisses and giggles in front of their stares.

Love often found it's way.

" Ek ann þér .. " ( I love you )

Those words slithered from his lips with a lustful tone, the verbiage causing a heat to stir deep within your belly. It was a siren calling, your body moving to settle upon his lap with a soft sigh in acceptance. You needed this more than anything, your body craving for his touch since the moment he left Asgard's walls nights before.

And perhaps, he needed this more than you.

" Take me, my love... "

It was all he needed to hear, a pained gasp emitting before crashing his lips against your own. He was starving for you, tender hands lifting to trail along your curvy frame with purpose. Every touch caused a hitch to form past your lips, the noise swallowed as he drove deeper with his tongue. Loki settles his hands to cup your tender breasts with vigor, hips pulsing upwards as you both moan heatedly in response.

" - ... Loki ... "

You pull away for air with short pants, his mouth slack whilst moving to ghost along your sensitive throat wantonly. You could smell the dirt and grim upon his leather attire, nostrils flaring with the intoxicating aroma. It was causing your mind to melt within your skull, unaware of the sudden change in movement before you were snapped back into reality from the gentle lay upon the bed. He wanted to absolutely devour you, pupils blown from his arousal as he panted above your frame.

" I need you ... Need you ... ", he begged under his breath, shaking hands moving frantically to pull upon your silk intricate dress.

He needed this off you now, as if you would suddenly disappear if he wasn't fast enough. You arched your back to give him better access, the fabric unveiling your gorgeous form for his eyes to swallow greedily. To him, you were a GODDESS, each dip of your body and each little plump area a pure masterpiece. His hands couldn't help but softly kneed everywhere, to the softness of your hips to the roundness of your belly.

Loki released a gentle groan in anticipation, your breaths sounding lightly as you gazed with pure adoration. Your long locks tousled around your features like a halo, a perfect fitting for an angel such as yourself as he thought to himself. The both of you could stay this way for eternity, never once hearing the outside world. Only the two of you, basked in each other's love.

If only it were that simple.

Your needy whines snaps the prince back to reality, his jaw slack as he tenderly massages your chest with a pleased moan from the fullness. It feels divine, each motion causing your heart to flutter in response. But you wanted to feel MORE of him, and with this thought your hands trail downward towards his trousers in hunger.

His eyes snap in your trailing, chest heaving with excitement before lifting to your blown pupils with uncertainty.

" A-Are you sure? You don't... "

A small hush escapes you, fingers finding their purpose to dip within leather. You grasp his heated manhood with a gentle embrace, his lips parting to emit a wanton moan.

" I want this more than anything, my love.."

It was all he needed to hear, that confirmation. Those words were his utter demise, as if a mask cracked and began to unleash his true potential. A guttural groan escapes him as he quickly moves to unveil his cock, your hands still grasping it's hardness as it twitches with excitement. You guide it to lay between your heavy breasts, his back arching forward while pushing the twin flesh together.

" ... Open your mouth .. "

Gods you could die right here and now, your brows knitting together in concentration as you open your plump lips willingly for his pleasure. Tonight, this was for him, all this pent up energy from his previous battle to all be released. The Prince couldn't be more lucky to have you in his stead.

" That's a good girl... just like that... "

With a twist of his hips, Loki begins to thrust between the mounds of flesh with slow sensual movements. The tip of his cock brushed along your bottom lip gently, your tongue occasionally popping out to catch a taste of pre-cum that dabbled on the head. He was so beautiful above you, once slick raven hair now tousled around his flushed features. His mouth slightly open with tight brows in concentration. He can't get enough of you, each roll of his hips causing a gentle moan with a clench of his jaw.

" So beautiful - ... f-fuck... "

It was not often you heard the Prince of Asgard say such vulgar words, but when you did you could not help but smirk in victory. You, of all people were bringing royalty to fall upon his own knees.

That was all you needed to feel that success.

Your hands moved to wrap your fingers around his wrist encouragingly, his hips moving more into a frantic pace.

" That's it my love... I got you ... ", you whisper softly, your eyes never once leaving his as your mouth begins to suckle upon the tip of his reddening cock. He's an utter mess, small whimpers escaping him as the base of his member is nestled between your tits. His hands are almost painfully grasping you, not that you mind of course but actually edge him on. Your cheeks hollow to suction more firmly, each roll of his hips driving the tip deeper into your willing mouth.

" I-I'm gonna ... ", he cannot breathe as he snaps his hips with a final thrust, body convulsing with a loud wanton whimper as he spills his seed on your plush tongue. You've missed this taste, a moan of your own emitting while you continue to suckle every last drop. His fingers are digging into your breasts, head rolling forward with heavy breaths. He is utterly spent before you, a smile forming on your used lips before releasing with a lewd pop.

" Norns -... "

It was then that he pulls away from you, finally falling to lay on top of your soft frame with heavy gasps in relief. Your hands lift to brush lovingly in his short locks, the side of his cheek resting on your chest to hear the quickness of your heartbeat.

The Prince has found solace in your company, and that thought alone was enough to send you into pure contentment.

[mischieffae]

Ok but imagine Loki seeing you in distress, & the first thing he does is goes in to full protective mode.

For one, the poor soul who decided to hurt you will never see it coming. Loki is not a fighter who acts on emotion alone, but also on whit & brain. He uses manipulation tactics, causing the attacker to drop down his guard before the God plunges like a viper towards his prey.

The fight ended before it even began.

Shadow-play is something Loki does not use often, but in dire circumstances. Seeing you sprawled upon the ground with pools of blood surrounding you awakens something deep within him. A monster, that should never be UNLEASHED.

The shadows of his form appear to be of an ancient version of himself, holding onto the victim by his arms against the coolness of the concrete wall. It frightens you to see such power that was hidden beneath a nonchalant facade.

Now, the old Norse Gods see his potential.

' Oh come now, FRIGHTENED so soon ? '

He's toying with him, the attacker's face a pale ghostly expression as he tugs with fever. There's no way out of this, no way for him to hide and scramble to safety. You almost feel sorry for him, however the cut above your lip reminds you of what he deserves.

' And here I thought the little mouse would at least attempt to fight back. Pity. '

Loki edges forward with both intricate knives tossing in his hands skillfully, his gaze narrowing with each slow step he takes. One of his blades runs teasingly along the other's bobbing neck from the adrenaline, not in a satisfying manner but that of pure wicked intent.

' .... - You should have not HURT them ... '

Was there sadness in his voice? Each syllable that escaped his lips drew a drop of blood down the man's skin, tears running down his face as he profusely apologizes for his attack.

But it's too late for that now.

You gaze towards them with pure awe, for such power does not go unchecked so easily. A gasp emits from your chapped lips as you notice a swirl of emerald green surrounding them both, shielding you to witness Loki's true advances. He doesn't want you to see him like this, like a MONSTER.

& all you can hear, are the guttural sounds of true fear.

[mischieffae]

I just had an imagining, of what Thor 1 Loki would be like if you were having nightmares and I got a toothache from the cuteness.

He would probably lay beside you all night to make sure you were ok, and when you weren't able to sleep he would conjure small images in emerald green of your favorite things in the palm of his hands.

Maybe he would also sing to you in Old Norse, his voice a velvet smooth tone to let you slowly fall back into slumber.

And lastly, Loki would whisper silly little things in your ear to make you giggle, like stories of Thor and the Company that were utterly embarrassing. He always loves to see you smile.

[mischieffae]

I am begging for Thor 1 Loki with reader at a ball and he picks her out a gown and everything. Maybe like a friends to lovers trope where he helps her pick out her gown and the night of the ball he confesses.

I KID YOU NOT I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING A DANCE FLUFF DRABBLE THIS IS PERFECT. I hope it’s ok that I made it a Norse celebration instead of a ball, for some reason that made my muse spark.

Within the Moonlight

Pairing: Thor 1 Loki x fem!reader

Content: Fluff, Loki being a shy cutie pie, Thor being a drunkard, flirtatious dancing, Loki confessing his love

Synopsis: Tonight is the Sigrblót festival, hosted by Odin, which is the celebration of summer's victory over winter. You are accompanied by Prince Thor, Loki, Sif & the Warriors Three to celebrate under the moon's cold glow. With the help of the trickster earlier that day, you are adorned in the most beautiful nordic gown. Perhaps this was a confession of love?

The sound of ale coated laughter filled the air around you as you settled upon a run down log, your feet mindlessly playing with the snow below you. Tonight would be one of the most important celebrations of the year, Sigrblót. It marked the last five days of winter, summer soon approaching after the long frigid months.

Warmth and light would soon claim victory over cold and darkness.

Your fingers grazed lightly over the intricate embroidery of your cotton dress, a small smile forming on your lips. It was a gown that your dear friend Loki had helped pick out for you earlier that day. He usually wouldn't accompany you with errands, but this one he was very adamant on joining.

" Well, who else would tell you truthfully if the gown looks good or not on you? Certainly not Fandral with his flirtatious ways. "

Playful eyes glance towards his way as you drag your hand along various hung gowns, a brow raising in question.

" And yet I am supposed to trust the God of Mischief and Lies? "

Something serious stirred within him from your banter, those once roguish eyes holding weight in them. " You know I would never lie to you. "

Was this guilt beginning to creep up within? Indeed, his words always held truth when it came to the two of you. For as long as you can remember, Loki was always the protective one of the group. Pranks and mischief were his forte, like the time when he turned Thor's playing stick into a snake. Or the time he conjured small rodents in Sif's bed one night, knowing fully well of her true fear. But when it came to you, there were never any tricks or deceit. With you, there was protection from the other's jests if they went too far, or when you wanted to accompany the group on perilous quests.

He was ALWAYS by your side.

A regretful smile formed on your face, your fingers reaching to brush along his in apology. " ... I know, dear Loki. "

Jade eyes flicked upward to gaze into your own, finally adorning a returning smile of his own that you so loved.

" Good, then. Now about these gowns... "

The Prince taps in thought against his chin, humming to himself in disapproval of the fabrics before him. Until, he lands upon one of a shade of dark emerald, gold flecks of stitching along the collarbone and wrists. It was absolutely stunning, small sets of floral designs threaded on the chest as well.

" This one, would most certainly suit you. "

You couldn't hold back your gasp from awe as he held the gown up to his chest, your eyes scanning the clothing as if it were made out of pure gold. Leave it to Loki to pick the most extravagant piece in the lot.

" It's absolutely stunning, Loki. But I -... I cannot afford this- "

A tsk noise releases from his lips teasingly, head shaking with a wicked smile before handing you the gown to hold yourself.

" What makes you think YOU are going to be purchasing this today, dear friend? Luckily, you happen to be in acquittance to a Prince of Asgard. "

Seeing the shock upon your face brought a flutter to Loki's heart, a faint tinge of pink forming on his cheeks before bringing his voice to a soft tone.

" And because I want to. "

・゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟﾟ･｡

The sudden push of your body jolted you back to reality, Thor's booming laughter sounding soon after. An annoyed hiss escaped Loki's throat as he readjusted his tunic from the assault.

" Come now Loki, drink with us! Tonight, we shall find solstice in the company of ale and warm beds! "

You couldn't hold back your laughter as you giggled against a raised hand, your friend's eyes shooting you a death glare before returning toward's his drunk kin.

" You know fully well I do not indulge in such idiotic behavior. One of us needs to be kept in line. "

A snort escaped through Volstagg's nostrils, Sif biting her bottom lip to hold back a stabbing jest before Fandral pops right in.

" That's not what I remember, Loki old friend. Where has your deviltry gone to I wonder? Perhaps to impress a certain maiden? "

Laughter fills the air as a deep crimson paints your cheeks, a sharp intake of breath sounding from the Prince before Thor decides to take a chance to settle the tension down.

" Now now, let us not make jest of his attempts! You don't want a sudden snake to appear on your bed tonight, do you? "

All became quiet after his remark, a smirk of victory forming on Loki's lips.

The heat from the bonfire kissed your cheeks as you watched the other's dance around it, their shadows a beautiful contrast against bright orange hues. You heard the shuffling of feet before moving your gaze upwards once hearing Hogun's words.

" Shall this be a time to dance, comrades? "

Thor threw his wooden chalice to the ground with a thunderous sound of joy, quickly moving to grab Sif by her hands from the log.

" Yes, let us dance dear friends! The night is still young, and the fire is still alive with vigor! "

Before anyone could get another word in, the young thunder Prince gathered everyone towards the bonfire's glow. You stumbled upon plush snow, laughter filling your lungs as you desperately clung onto Loki's arms.

You could've sworn you heard a small one of his own.

Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg quickly departed to find their own dancing partners, while Thor and Sif began to lively move with the crowd together. Your eyes locked on green ones with a hint of shyness, his lips forming a smile while he moved your hand to lace into his.

" Shall we dance then? "

A small nod forms before you two briskly move in time with the beating of drums, your smile ever widening with each precise step. The smell of burning wood and ale almost made you dizzy, your eyes locked upon the Prince's as you noticed the stars above forming around his head like a halo.

You could be here forever.

The emerald of your gown flows with your movements like a sway of Yggdrasil's leaves, the gold speckles of thread glittering from the fire's glow. You both giggle in exhaustion, one hand tightening upon yours as the other places around your waist. It was then, that your gazes took a different aura. As if they were pulling towards each other in a magnetic wave. You don't notice your head slowly inching forward as he gracefully moves your body to the beat of song, closer and closer until breaths begin to mingle with each other.

You both snap back once the music stops and the sound of many hands clapping together happily.

It is then that the music changes into a slower rhythm, your breaths sounding heavily as you both regain your oxygen.

" Fandral was right, you know... "

Your eyes widen from his confession, a hand lifting to graze along his cheek lightly. As if you were asking for permission, which he grants willingly as he leans against it.

" About what, dear Loki? "

There you see that mischief return to him, his head moving towards your ear to whisper gently in secrecy.

" That I have been trying to impress a certain someone....a certain someone, who I love. "