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Lesson One

You’re given a chance to prove yourself when Loki of Asgard decides to be your mentor in magic. However, New Asgard doesn’t exactly give you much assurance, and you aren’t sure how you feel about Loki’s “teaching methods.”

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

The Asgardian was the strangest one of all, but something inside you wanted to trust him all the same.

You’d anticipated Fury to visit you again at noon, as he’d promised. However, Loki, God of Tricks, had found you instead. Having heard enough about his past adventures, both tearing apart the Earth and saving it, you weren’t sure what to think, now that the legend stood before you in the flesh.

Honestly, you’d expected someone more intense. For someone who ruined a city, and had gone toe-to-toe with the God of Thunder multiple times over, Loki wore a studious look on his face, clearly fascinated by you, and also concerned. He didn’t speak with the boastful grandeur of someone of his caliber. He didn’t mock or taunt. He looked only slightly more intimidating than the average human.

Instead, he sat on the other side of the glass, by you, and greeted you with a simple, “They’re terrible, aren’t they?”

You turned your head, looking into his blue eyes until the focus from them made you feel uncomfortable, as if he were undressing you, or at least trying to see through you.

“You can fear me if you want, but I have good news for you,” he mentioned, smiling gently.

You looked at him again, and thoughtlessly uttered a hopeful, “what?”

Loki’s smile grew. “She does have a voice, after all!”

You felt your cheeks go hot.

The god before you spoke again. “Next week, you and I will be leaving here. I have been given leave to help you.”

You wished he wasn’t being so vague. “How?”

He took a breath. “For the next year, I will be training you in New Asgard, to help you control your magic.”

Shaking your head and turning away again, you mumbled, “It’s not magic. It’s a curse.”

Nodding, Loki nearly chuckled. “We all feel that way from time to time, I must admit.”

“You know nothing about me, or this,” you replied, bringing up a gloved hand, slowly peeling it off.

“The fundamentals of magic are the same, no matter where it comes from,” Loki assured you. “All magic can be controlled. All magic can be strengthened. All magic is controlled through willpower.”

“It’s not the same, I try, I really try!” You felt the emotion in your voice rise. “The only thing that lets me go into society safely are these!” you said, tossing the glove at Loki’s face, who didn’t flinch, knowing the wall was still between you.

“Indeed, I noticed those. They will be coming off when we arrive, of course,” he said, as if it were fact.

You shook your head vigorously, snatching up the glove and putting it on again. “Never. Its too risky.”

Loki’s voice grew stern. “You will if you want to learn!”

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“Why won’t you try?”

“BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO KILL AGAIN!”

Your outburst sent Loki leaning back in surprise, blinking. You growled at him, frustrated. “YOU may be fine with murder, but I’m certainly not! I don’t take this lightly. I can’t just go off to Hogwarts to stop this or make it better!”

Loki scoffed. “First of all, you’ll hardly find New Asgard to be that Hogwash place. It’s a bit…rustic.”

“I don't care.”

“Secondly, Y/N, in case you forgot, I have already atoned for my wrongdoings by saving your entire world from a titan. I would thank you to stop defining me by my past, especially after I was the one to convince Fury to give you this chance to prove yourself.”

This last sentence gave you pause. “But, why would you do that? You don't know me.”

“A sad truth that will be remedied once we arrive,” Loki answered. “I won’t give you every detail, for they aren’t relevant. Just know that I once sat in a very similar cage, with everyone looking at me as if I were on display for their amusement like an animal. They never asked if I was truly the monster, for if they did, they would have learned that I was only performing the will of the puppetmaster, who tortured me for endless days until I bowed before him. These people aren’t exactly wonderful listeners.”

Everything about Loki’s explanation felt sincere to you.

“Perhaps I just didn’t want to be partially responsible for it happening to another, even if just by allowing it.”

You bit your lip, finally sighing and nodding. “I suppose I have no option.”

“Oh, you do, and perhaps it would endear you to Fury to refuse,” suggested Loki. “But there is one other thing you must know, Y/N. S.H.I.E.L.D. will be watching us both. If we fail, our lives may be at risk.”

“I was told as much,” you replied softly, feeling a chill go down your spine. “Wonderful to hear it twice in the same day. You’re such gracious hosts.”

Loki smiled. “I enjoy a bit of cheek,” he said, winking. “Living with you for the next year may be more interesting than even I’d anticipated.”

You couldn’t help but return his smile with one of your own. You didn’t realize how stiff your facial muscles had become for lack of smiling or speech for the past two days.

“Maybe so,” you replied.

“There’s a girl,” Loki said sweetly, gently tapping the glass with his index finger. “If you can hold on in this cell for a few days while they prepare for our trip, we will leave the day after the New Year.”

Flying made you sick, even in the quinjet. You spent the entire ride with your face in a plastic bucket, insisting that Loki stay at the far end of the craft, looking away from you as you heaved pathetically.

Looking mockingly at Fury, still riding high on his triumphant proposal, Loki said, “This is who you are so afraid of?”

“Watch it,” was the only answer he received.

After the endless trip, you touched down on a hill outside of New Asgard, which wasn’t covered in snow as you’d anticipated, but was still brown, sickly green, and chilly. It smelled like a tacklebox, and you got extra whiffs of fish, beer, and sweat even from over the hill. The overcast sky felt like a low ceiling in a damp basement. In spite of the heavy air, it was still dry and brisk, and it made the insides of your nostrils, as well as the tender flesh on your lips, sting with every breath. At least there was minimal wind.

Fury talked briefly with Loki before getting back inside the jet and unceremoniously taking off, not even addressing you, which made you tug on one of your leather gloves anxiously.

Is he afraid of me like everyone else? That brick wall of a man?

You slung your duffle bag over your shoulder with a sigh, deciding to begin trekking over the hill and down into the village without waiting for your escort.

As you slowly came over the crest of the hill, the rest of the village of New Asgard became visible, about a quarter of a mile down the path. As Loki had mentioned, it was a far, far cry from the gilded splendor you’d imagined a place with the title of ‘Asgard’ would be. No house was above two stories, and most cottages were no bigger than a one-bedroom apartment in New York City. There was a rotting pier jutting out into the fjord, with a few pathetic fishing boats moored to the side. You could see people meandering about, none of them in a hurry.

“New Asgard,” said Loki, coming up behind you, each hand carrying a bag of his own. “Grand…spectacular…smelly…” he wrinkled his nose, and you couldn’t help but smile a little, which, in turn, made him smile back.

Loki’s smile was your favorite thing about him thus far. As you;d been prepped for your journey over the past few, agonizing days, he’d stayed beside you, as promised, not only to be your advocate, but your friend. It was a stark contrast to his reputation of being a scoundrel, a trickster, a wild card. You’d learned quickly that his mouth spoke volumes. Any sort of smile could mean something completely different was cooking within his sharp mind. You also quickly developed a thing for his impossibly straight, white teeth, and once you found yourself dreaming of running your tongue over them until you snapped back to reality.

Steady, Y/N, you told yourself. Not now! You’d always been prone to crushes, and this was the worst time to have one, when your life was on the line!

“Our grand city for the next year,” Loki continued, stepping beside you. “What do you say?”

You took a deep breath. “I guess it’s better than the tank.”

“Ah, that’s the spirit,” your keeper remarked. “It looks rather desolate right now, but it’s winter. Once spring arrives, the sun will shine on us again.”

You finally began down the path leading into the village. The Asgardians going about their lives stopped briefly to observe Loki as the pair of you walked by, but only momentarily, some nodding curtly, before returning to their business.

Loki sighed. “They forget who saved their lives in the first place,” he said, rather arrogantly.

“I heard you helped destroy Asgard,” you replied, a hint of cheek in your tone. “I heard you released the monster that caused Ragnarok.”

Loki cringed, stopping in his tracks, looking at you resentfully. “It was for the…best. Don't bring it up again.”

You knew in that moment that you struck a nerve, and you continued on in silence for a moment before Loki was able to shake off the awkwardness and continue his tour of the town.

“We have a tavern, and the barkeep carries some basic medicines should you need them. However, I’m afraid there are no physicians of any sort, so if you develop a cough or a toothache, we’ll have to summon someone from Oslo, and that could take days,” Loki informed you. “Best to stay on top of your health.”

The smell of fish intensified as you wandered deeper into New Asgard, making you wish you did have a cold. At least then you’d be congested and not have to smell the air.

“Most of them eat communally in the dining hall at the end of this alley,” Loki continued. “However, our circumstances are a bit special, so we will be able to sup in our space, away from them.”

You nodded quietly.

“Speaking of,” continued your tour guide, indicating a small side path leading to one of the larger buildings in the village. “Here is our humble abode.”

He pointed to a set of steps that led underground, to a door on the bottom level of the house. “We’re living in a cellar?” you asked, hesitantly.

Loki shrugged. “I suspect they couldn’t build a new cabin in the five days’ warning they had.”

“I’m supposed to learn magic in a basement?” you groaned, displeased.

The god of Asgard shook his head, his hair tossing about his face. “We will do that outside, up on the hill.”

You went inside before it got any chillier (or smellier) outside. The cellar apartment was dimly lit by a few free-hanging bulbs dangling from the ceiling. The main ‘parlor’ was a room about the side of the tank you’d been kept in, furnished with a ratty sofa and unstable coffee table. In the next room was the kitchen, again, so small one could barely turn around. Through a hallway off to the right, two bedrooms and a bathroom awaited, none of which were impressive. The bathroom only held a toilet and a shower stall. It seemed that you would have to wash your hands in the shower after using the toilet.

The only windows in the place were a few small, brick-sized openings just under the ceiling. They wouldn’t be good for light. Behind the sofa in the living room was a locked door, behind which were the stairs leading up to the rest of the building.

“What’s above us?” you asked.

Loki cocked his head. “I think it’s either the armory or a shop.”

“Armory?!” you asked, not sure how you felt about having a stash of lethal weapons mere feet above your head.

Loki’s smile only slightly reassured you. “We’re still Asgardians, and thus, still warriors.”

He gave you the larger bedroom and instructed you to get settled. “We’ll have your first lesson in an hour,” he instructed, not giving you any say (not that you had an opinion either way).

Your bed was more comfortable than you expected. At least the mattress and sheets seemed to be new. Setting down your duffle, you looked around the small space, wishing it had more than a wooden armoire and a waist-high bookshelf with nothing stored on it. You didn’t like how dark it was, even with the lights on. It was unsettling.

After an hour, you met Loki in the living room. He was on the couch, his legs apart as he leaned back, clearly at home in spite of the spartan arrangements he surely wasn’t used to.

“Two minutes late,” he scoffed. “I prefer my students to be punctual.”

“I’m your first student,” you reminded him.

Loki folded his arms. “Come and sit beside me,” he ordered. “Allow me to explain my terms.”

“Your terms?” you asked defensively, sitting next to your teacher regardless.

“Yes,” answered Loki. “I have three rules that you will obey if we are to have any chance of succeeding, do you understand?”

You nodded, and he began. “Our first rule: no pitying ourselves. All magic is controlled by the will of the magician, but it requires a clean mind, free of anything tethering you to your insecurities. You will fail as long as you fear your powers.”

Loki leaned in as he said this, and the smell of wintergreen from his breath filled your nose, a relief from the rest of New Asgard’s peculiar odor.

“Yes, Loki,” you said.

“My second rule,” he went on, “is that every day you are here, you will push yourself a little further, no matter how uncomfortable you feel. Magic is stronger if it’s exercised.”

You shook your head. “But we aren’t here to make me stronger--”

“--THIRD,” Loki barked, his voice rising with impatience as he grabbed your chin, drawing your eyes to meet his, “you will obey me.”

“W…what?” you asked meekly.

“I cannot work if I’m to be continually questioned in my motives. I have been a master of seidr for thousands of years before your ancestors existed. I will have to insist that in everything you do, you defer to me. I need your trust, Y/N.”

“What if I decide that I don’t like being treated like a child?” you asked.

Loki growled under his breath, not releasing your chin. “Then we will both be at the mercy of S.H.I.E.L.D. I will not be their plaything, nor their victim. You can snivel at their feet all you want, but I am STILL a Prince of Asgard!”

You’d definitely struck a nerve with him this time, and for some reason, you weren’t in the mood to be more of a brat at that moment, so you cast your gaze down and gently nodded your head.

He still didn’t let go of your face, but his harsh look melted into a more gentle one. “In return, I promise I will take care of you. I will be your savior. I chose you because I wouldn’t wish the pain of my past on anyone else...well, perhaps I would, but not on someone innocent like you.”

“Innocent?” you chuckled. “I’m not at all sure what you mean.”

Loki shrugged. “You are a lamb, my dear. You want to be one with the world, don’t you? You want to live in gentle peace, your death touch handled and hidden. Let me be your shepherd, Y/N. You just need to follow my lead when I ask.”

You weren’t sure you liked being compared to a farm animal, but you had to admit that he was on to something nonetheless. It was all you wanted to be rid of the stress and responsibility of your ‘gift’ and to live in harmony with everyone else. You weren’t just here to save your life. You were here for your best chance to achieve that peace with yourself.

“Fine,” you acquiesced, looking into his eyes again and feeling your cheeks grow hot.

Loki smiled. “Good, very good,” he remarked, finally letting your chin go. “Now, for your first lesson.”

“Which is?” you asked softly.

He reached out, taking your gloved hand in his. “We take these off.”

Reflexively, you shouted “No!” and pulled back, yanking your arm violently out of Loki’s grip. He gritted his teeth. “What did I just say about obedience, Y/N?”

“You can’t, not today, not so soon!” you pleaded, the stress having a near instantaneous effect on your mind, and you felt the heat in your skin rise as your lip trembled. “Please?”

Loki looked a little angry, as well as a little sympathetic. Perhaps he’d gone too far too quickly?

“How long?” he asked. “How long have you used these?”

“I was six when this happened,” you answered. “Don’t ask me how it happened, no one ever seemed to figure it out. I went to pet a cat I saw on the street, and it died immediately. Then I was given a bouquet of flowers for my birthday, and I didn’t even have a chance to smell them before they crumbled in my hands. After a few more small incidents, we figured it out. In school, we told them it was a circulation issue, or sometimes it was a deformity. Whatever we made up, it’s worked since then, at least before now.”

He studied you for a moment. “You understand that the longer you hesitate to take these off, the harder it will become?”

You felt tears begin to sting the corners of your eyes in the midst of your panic attack. “I don’t want to kill you.”

“You won’t,” he dismissed.

Shaking your head, you got to your feet. “You don’t understand. Luke was twice my size and he didn’t know what hit him…”

“I know you won’t kill me,” Loki repeated, standing and coming after you as you began to head towards the bedroom. Before you could shelter yourself inside, Loki stepped between you and the door.

“Y/N, I will let you act like an infant today. It’s been a long afternoon already, and I need to go to the square for supplies. I’d bring you along, but it looks like you want to take a nap,” he directed, looking at you with authoritative intensity again.

Whether it was some covert magic on Loki’s part, or your own psychological needs catching up with you, you suddenly felt a vague sense of drowsiness. “Yes, Loki,” you mumbled, the idea of an early-evening snooze suddenly becoming appealing.

“There’s a girl. I will be back in an hour, but feel free to rest until supper,” he instructed, turning away from you. He stopped again with an afterthought. “And you will do well to gather your courage, for I am going to burn those gloves tomorrow night, so help me Norns.”

Turning his back again, Loki headed out of the basement, leaving you to crawl into bed and bury yourself under the sheets, letting yourself sob heavily until sleep found you.

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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Lesson Five

Surrendering yourself fully to your tutor's will sends your senses spiraling off in new, incredible directions. However, you soon realize there may be more to your touch than even you suspected.

CHAPTER-SPECIFIC WARNING: Explicit smuttiness, narratophilia, Soft!Dom/Sub dynamic, oral F!receiving, virginity loss

“I know a part of you thinks I’m exploiting you for pleasure,” your teacher mumbled as he saw you into his humble room. “And while I won’t deny that it’s a side-effect I am most anxious to experience, there is truly a rule of magic to be learned here.”

You nodded. “I meant what I said. I’m letting you do anything to me tonight. But, just remember that I’m not exactly…versed in this, if you get my drift.”

“In magic, as in sex, it isn’t always about your experience, but it helps to have some practical knowledge,” Loki began, closing the door gently behind him. He then turned to you, narrowing his eyes and lowering his voice. “However, when you are a beginner, being able to surrender yourself to a caring mentor’s touch…”

Bringing a thumb up to your bottom lip, he looked as though he were observing you with curiosity as he paused. You took a deep breath and resisted the urge to bring his thumb right into your mouth.

“When handling your power, things will go wrong. You will lose duels. You will doubt your own abilities. This will happen less the more you accept the dark side of yourself and give it a chance to show you how to improvise.”

You felt a chill. “Dark side?”

“I’m not saying we’re going to go have sex over Mary Shelley’s grave,” Loki went on, “but it’s the improvise I want to practice. You need to learn what your nerves respond to. So, pet, our project for this evening will be as follows: as I unwrap your inhibitions and crawl inside your senses tonight, I am going to tell you what I am doing every step of the way. I am going to narrate every twitch of my cock inside you as you cum around me. What I command of you may frighten you. It may cause pain. But you are going to trust me.”

“And surrender myself to you,” you recited. Loki smiled and nodded, pleased with his pupil.

“I see. Very good.”

Your eyes were locked on one another’s, and it was as if yours were stuck in place.

“If my work tonight is good, you will begin to understand,” he promised. “I promise I will take care of you.”

He gently kissed you, letting his tongue only slightly poke your lips before he pulled away. “I will start gently,” he said. “Come with me.”

He pulled you over to the bed by your arm, softly pushing you onto the mattress. Placing a hand on each knee. “Part these and lean back a little,” he demanded. You instantly obeyed, and the minute you split your legs apart, you felt exposed, vulnerable, as the cool air in the room hit your wet sex.

Loki looked down at you like he had found treasure, but he quickly re-composed himself. “You’re adorable,” he said cheerfully, bringing a finger down and flicking your swelling clit with a long finger, sending electric sparks up your belly. “So sweet, a pretty little cunt just waiting for me.”

You went back further, and Loki leaned over you to put a hand on the back of your shoulder. “Not too far back. We aren’t lying down just yet.”

Bringing his finger, still wet with your arousal, up to one of your breasts, he tapped it on a nipple until it was hard as a pebble. “I bet your tits are delicious,” he growled hungrily. “I’m going to indulge myself just a moment before we get started, but I just can’t resist a round, plump…”

Loki dove down and latched onto your breast with his mouth, rolling your nipple between his lips and sucking greedily, making you see stars as you held onto his shoulder for dear life. He took a torturously long time feasting on your breast, and you were quickly growing sensitive there.

“Loki…it’s starting to…”

He finally looked up, hissing quietly. “You aren’t trusting me…” he warned.

You quickly nodded, the fear stricken in your spine from seeing how ravenous he was getting at the taste of you was thrilling.

“That was your one free warning,” he said, bringing his forehead to yours, whispering forebodingly. “Next time you doubt me, I’m taking you over my knee and smacking your ass. Is this understood?”

“Yes, Loki,” you sighed, the suggestion enough to make your pussy quiver.

“I am a firm, but fair teacher,” Loki said, running his lithe, nimble fingers over the hot, sensitive flesh of your breasts and neck. “Now, we will begin. And we will begin with a quiz on what you’ve learned about your touch--”

He swiftly grabbed both of your wrists and yanked them up, dragging you back into an upright sitting position at the edge of the bed. Kneeling between your legs, he took your open hands and placed each on a cheek. His skin was cool against your palms.

A moment’s pause, then his beautiful, sexy smile unfurled. “Ah, see? I don’t think you’ll need those damned gloves any more.”

You were relieved, but also concerned. “Does this mean I’ve already passed? That it’s all under control?”

Loki tsked and shook his head solemnly. “I’m afraid not. Fury will want to see that you’re capable of staying out of the wrong hands. He’s going to want to see fighting skills, comprehension, advancement…”

He brought your hands back to the mattress. “We still have ten months to explore everything about your gift together. However, right now, there’s something a bit more soft and warm I’d like to explore.”

Gently pushing you onto your back, he maneuvered himself so that he was sitting on your right thigh, sitting tall and dominating, looking down at you with greed. You felt his rock-hard erection against your leg as he only slightly began rocking his hips back and forth. “I won’t be going slowly, but don’t be surprised if I stop you in the middle of our dance to make you quake even more.”

“How will you do that?” you asked with craving curiosity

His grin this time was sinister. “I could take my finger and bring it between your folds like this,” he suggested, taking a digit and finding your clit immediately, tapping on it six times. Gentle as he was, each tap was like a button on your reflexes, and your hips squirmed under his hand. “So wet already…”

“Ooooh,” you began to moan as Loki’s taps turned into circles, and his one finger became two as they wandered up and down your slit, slipping over your opening several times, making your muscles involuntarily restrict.

He moved the hand away. “Just relax, kitten, and let your professor show you the truth of pure animalistic pleasure.” Bringing the hand back down to your twat, he began massaging it with his palm, slowing the pace until he was sure you were responding with what he wanted: need. The pressure sent you pressing into the mattress and groaning.

“Yes, be louder,” he implored. “Don’t be ashamed to scream it to the skies!”

Your cries were petite at first, your shy nature and lack of any sexual experience still poking at your nerves. Loki was going to have to do more to draw out the howls he wanted.

“I’m going to look at you more closely now,” he narrated. “A sopping cunt is one of my most desperate weaknesses.”

Diving down, putting his face between your legs, you could almost feel the edge of his nose against you as his face disappeared from your view. You felt his hands grab both of your wrists from underneath your bent knees, pinning you there, pulling your arms down just enough that struggle was not an option.

You thought you heard him mumble “a work of art…” before he lunged forward, using his long, almost snakelike tongue to gently lick at your bud and tease at your opening. You couldn’t think linearly anymore. The air became heavy with blissful fog as the sensations nearly drowned you, leaving you lying on your back, nearly stupefied from the feeling of Loki’s hungry mouth savoring your flavor.

Coming up for air, he had your arousal all over his lips, which he now seductively brushed away with a finger, only to put it in his mouth to savor it.

“Divine, sweet, just as I imagined,” he said, a low rasp bubbling in his words.

“Oh?” you trembled, so the single syllable sounded like several. “Imagined?”

“Oh, yes, my perfect little student, you don’t think I left you yesterday only to turn out the light and dream of sugar plums?” he replied.

You were intrigued. He fantasized about you? “What did you imagine?”

Loki tsked. “I don't think you--”

“--tell me!” you begged, whimpering pathetically as you called for more of his slippery, sexy words.

“Y/N, after I pulled away from you last night, know that I fucked my palms raw well into the midnight hour, and every second of it, my mind was spent in the Valhalla of your warm breath against my neck…your soft, sweating skin pressed to my belly…your plump, pink nipple between my lips...”

As if he were enchanted by his own words, breathlessly he began to dive down for another taste of you, but he threw another twist as instead, he began crawling ever so slowly up your body, his solid body overtaking yours. “Am I intimidating you?” he growled viciously, his dominance growing and overtaking his higher brain.

You nodded. “Yes, Loki.”

“I know you’ve never been with another before, so I won’t be too mean,” he promised, although his eyes told another story. “But you still may want to brace yourself, kitten. I think we’re almost ready.”

You felt a quick bolt of anxiety as you felt Loki bring his arm down, grabbing himself and pressing his erection against the inside of your leg. It felt harder than you thought, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to take all of it.

“I’ll ease myself into you slowly,” he explained, whispering into your ear. “I’ll let you take me at your pace, but don't be afraid of it. After tonight, you’ll always be dizzy with need for my fat cock.”

He locked your earlobe to punctuate his vow. You were nearly feral, and your temporary misgivings disappeared.

“Norns, you’re so slick!” he exclaimed. Taking hold of himself again, he stroked himself a few times. “Now, are you ready?”

Again, you couldn’t find your words. Instead, you moaned with a high-pitch and nodded. Loki took this as his final signal. He poked his tip at the very edge of your passage before slowly slipping inside you, stretching your walls. You hardly felt the pinch of the new sensation taking root for the first time, instead your nerves focused on how fucking HARD he felt, and how he was already beginning to bottom out, rocking back and forth, letting him slide up and down your walls.

You cried a little louder, and Loki grinned evilly, taking a thumb and pressing your lips shut. “Oh, are you letting go already? My star pupil…I’m going to pound harder now.”

He arched his back as he fully removed himself, quickly thrusting back again before you could make sense of his movement. This time, it did hurt a bit, and you cried again. This only seemed to give Loki motivation to repeat his more formidable rhythm.

You began to feel orgasmic energy build up like a thunderhead in your lower back as Loki moved faster, and your moans betrayed you heightened sensitivity. “Oh good, I’m not going to hold out much longer…I give you permission to cum all over my cock, my kitten!”

You whimpered one final time, allowing the sudden, intense pulses of pleasure to take your breath away. Your hips bucked underneath your teacher as your orgasm ripped you in half. Loki could feel every wave fall down your walls, making your cunt quiver with satisfaction. The feeling was like nothing you’d ever felt before. You’d gotten off. You masturbated like anybody. But this was your first time with a man. No, not a man. A god.

Loki released into you, grunting ferally and thrusting the hardest yet. Several moments later, he was spent, and with shudders still rippling over his skin as he finished, he collapsed on top of you.

Perhaps neither one of you were much for pillow talk, or maybe you;d over-exerted yourselves. Either way, within moments, you were asleep in one-another’s arms.

Dawn broke the following morning, neither of you having left Loki’s bedroom. You were tucked under his arm, your cheek resting against his pec as you both lazed about, hot and naked, on top of the sheets and diffused the intensity in the air with lighter prattle.

“But if I can pull it back, isn’t that enough?” you asked without much hope. “I’m not a danger. You’ve already taught me how to manage myself. It’s already starting to become easier, so shouldn’t my lessons be over after that?”

He let out a single chuckle. “Does teaching a man to clean his flute make him a virtuoso?”

You grunted. “I guess not.”

“S.H.I.E.L.D. is a tricky monster. Fortunately, so am I,” he smiled, stirring slightly as he adjusted himself so that he was closer to a sitting position. “I’ve bet our lives on this wager, and I never just win a wager. My ultimate goal is to get them off my--our!--backs forever.”

“How?”

Loki gently nudged you as he continued to sit up. Once he leaned back, he beckoned for you to lean back against him again, which you happily did. “That, pet, is the point where I lose the trail.”

“Huh?”

He twisted his lip in thought. “Fury will want to not only see an ability to manage your powers, but to adapt them, grow them, perhaps put them to some kind of use.”

“What use is there for a touch of death?” you scoffed. “I’m not going to be Nick Fury’s personal executioner.”

“I would never allow it,” Loki assured you, turning his head to place a light kiss on your forehead. “Alas, your point is what I’m referring to. A tactile power is not a weapon unless your foe is within arm’s reach. It seems in this realm, the folk prefer to fight with guns and rockets and range gifts, which is all well and good…just not necessarily for our purposes.”

“Your magic has range,” you added.

Another sigh from Loki. “For as much as I can show you regarding the basics of magic management, there is a point where our respective abilities deviate from one another. After that, I am afraid I am as clueless as you are, my dear.”

“I’ve had this for as long as I can remember, and I still don’t know everything about it,” you mumbled. “Like yesterday--”

“--yesterday?” Loki asked with interest. “We were apart for nearly the entire day. What work did you do on your own without my supervision, Y/N?” There was a hint of authority and concern in his voice. It turned you on.

You shook your head in defense. “No, no, no, I didn’t do anything…on purpose, I still don't know if--”

“--if what?” Loki was growing ever more curious, and it was beginning to show in his tone.

“It…sort of happened on its own and I just felt it?” you half-explained, half-asked. “I took a textbook up the hill. I went to move this dead mouse away from the path and it--”

Loki nearly knocked you off of him this time. “Go on?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know! It wasn’t really dead!”

“How do you know this?” Loki asked for more. “Relax, Y/N, and just explain what happened.”

“It…it got up and ran away, but I really, really thought it was dead!” you said quickly. “It was cold and stiff.”

This time, Loki didn’t respond with so much as an eye twitch. You paused, but went on when you saw that you’d captivated him. “The weirdest part was how it made me feel, when I touched it and it woke up. I felt as if I’d immediately come down with the flu, but the symptoms went away once I had time to catch my breath.”

“Catch your breath? Did you chase after the creature?”

“No. I was sitting the entire time.”

Your teacher bit his lip, wheels beginning to turn in his head. “I thought you said using your power felt like a pull? A revitalizing pull?”

Nodding, you thought for a moment. “It does. Every time. A pull, and then my energy spikes, as if I’ve eaten a power up in a video game. The bigger the life I steal, the stronger I feel and the longer it lasts. After I slapped my ex to death, I physically felt like I could lift a car with my bare hands, and I only couldn’t shake the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents because they had AR-15s.”

You didn’t expect Loki to chortle. “What?” you barked.

“You slapped your ex-lover to death?” he asked with a smile.

“They didn’t tell you?” you asked, a small smile of pride unfurling under your nose.

He shrugged. “They only told me you’d killed someone with your powers, and that it was likely in defense.”

Nodding, you sat up and drew in your knees, curling into a ball. “If I know so little about what I can and can’t do, I guess I’m not as far along as I thought.”

“Don’t blame yourself, Y/N,” Loki assured you, laying a kind hand on your shoulder. “Do you think you’d be open to changing directions a little bit?”

You weren’t sure what he meant, so you silently indicated for him to explain his brewing idea, which he gladly did. This was plotting, after all. Allegedly his strongest suit.

“One of the few times you weren’t afraid of accidentally killing someone, you discovered something new about yourself almost immediately…a new side to your power,” he said, “because from what it sounds like, you may have more than just the ability to end life within you.”

“No,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “You don't think I actually resurrected that field mouse?”

Squinting as if looking through a fog for the right answer, all he added was, “resurrected is a rather advanced word. For now, let’s call it reanimated.”

Gritting your teeth, the word made you think of zombies. “Am I some kind of necromancer, then?”

Hearing the fear in your voice, Loki quickly wrapped his arms around you, drawing you into his embrace. “No! Nothing of that caliber, my dear!”

You sighed in relief.

“But,” he continued once he had his grip on you, “in order to fully learn about yourself, I think we need to ask our dear friend the King for something, a favor that I highly doubt she will give willingly.”

“What?” you asked.

“A license to kill.”

You felt yourself go cold. “Loki, no--”

“--what have we learned about trusting me?” he asked, sternly, his voice on its own enough to send electric jolts down your core.

You looked down submissively. “Yes, Loki. I’m sorry.”

He nodded, pleased. “As I said, she won’t like the idea, but if we’re going to see your powers at critical mass, the King will have to give you express permission to use your touch of death on various living specimens around here. And I mean use it.”

You couldn’t help but whimper with fear. Loki took your hand and squeezed it. “Y/N, you may not like it, but while you are here, you are going to do some killing.”

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