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#Asgard!Loki
fictive-sl0th · 10 months
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💛 Aʂɠαɾԃ!Lσƙι x αʂʂαʂʂιɳ ყɳ
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💛 18+ language, criminality, outcast reader, sexual tension, proofread only once ~ 3.2k words
💛 Disowned as the bastard daughter of your royal, idiotic father in early childhood you became the best assassin wicked Skålsgard had to offer. Until one day you approached the wrong nobleman in hope of a job offer…
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10.000 Asgardian gold coins.
10.000 Asgardian gold coins and a goblet of wine for forgotten royalty. For the irrelevant bastard daughter of a maniac king, biding her cruelly long life as a bounty hunter.
Your existence has never been anything but denied. A princess who was born from a maid but should never have happened to see the light of day.
Prince Eirik, your half brother, been brought into this word by a flawless woman of royal blood instead, was the cold rock that was blocking your skin from healing sunlight.
Eventually, the moon became a friend of yours, and so did darkness. Risk. Criminality.
And Loki Laufeyson.
Another apt creature of nobility degraded to a mere watcher. An impeccable statue with it’s mute glory shining through the assigned blame. Blame that oozes from between his father’s teeth while his tongue is singing melodies of praise for his glorious brother.
A pattern that seemed to repeat itself, only that prince Loki didn’t have to hide and run, fight and fear an unofficial death penalty. The tragic second in line of the Æsir throne was facing silent, inner battles instead.
It was his fuel just like the day you met him in Skålsgard; your home where evil and sinister bid each other good night as soon as the sun would rise.
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Tonight you were looking for a good bounty offer.
Dead or alive.
You stopped caring long ago when bloody money started buying you food and shelter. It was good coins and gems your fugitive attention was drawn to these nights so a man they called the master thief holding a bag of shimmery Asgardian royal coins made you want to find the source.
A rich nobleman, you thought when your black self-sewn suit mingled with the shadows of a busy alley.
They always meant good money with political intent spurring on their mostly evil core. Grinning underneath stands of your outgrown bangs, nose was smelling good meals for at least a month if you managed to get whatever job the man was offering.
And you were starving.
“Are you looking to buy a rotten favor, my lord?” Your voice was as sweet as the one of a princess, aiming to beguile the tall man with a forest green cape veiling his true identity. Most of the noblemen who came here did so.
Confidently, you leaned against a cold stone column, a dagger swinging skillfully in your hand.
Sometimes they didn’t answer, feigned disinterest since they deemed a woman less capable of any cruelties.
However, the man who smelled like cedar wood, hot candle wax and a pinch of erudition turned around, black boots thudding like a dull church bell on the dirty ground.
Could have been the chime of your death if you chose the wrong words over the next few seconds. One never knew whether they were already in company of well-paid, jealous crooks.
Unexpectedly, a shiver ran down your exposed décolletage when his deep voice echoed through the sinister murmur of East Skålsgard. “My lord?” He rasped amusedly, the hint of snideness forcing your fingers to wrap around the handle of your weapon.
A lost job already.
Clearing your throat you let your sole slide back down the column, the dragging sound of leather against sandstone announcing your quick leave.
“My bad. I was hoping to offer my services”.
Turning on the spot, your legs brought you out of the corner the man had been waiting in. For whoever.
“Oh and I came for your services. What a coincidence, don’t you think?” the baritone followed you, reawakening the tickling idea of pompous payment.
Nevertheless, you couldn’t really ignore the bittersweet taste of said words on the stranger’s mysterious tongue.
So you stood still, turning your head so your ear would be in line with whatever offer he would be submitting sooner or later. “I doubt you were looking for my services in specific but I’m sure I can be of help just as good” you purred, a silent warning not to dig too deep echoing along your voice.
There were no things such as names or identities down here. It was the simple and anonymous principle of supply and demand.
Giving a snort of laughter, the tall stranger’s cloak rustled, gold woven within Vanir silk met the platinum plates of a battle armor underneath.
In a toxic mixture of boiling up fear and the need for money, you spun around, mouth closing again without a single sound born from your vocal chords.
The green hood was now lifted a few inches, revealing a jawline sharper than any blade and adorned with soft lips drawn into an odd smirk.
You were right. It was indeed a nobleman with skin as pale and impeccable as alabaster.
But he was far younger than your usual, wicked clients who were playing the role of the public’s savior when they stood on their marble balconies waving to the people with someone’s blood running down their sleeves.
Or those who had anything they desired but this one piece of art and were willing to pay ridiculously well for you to steal it.
You would be lying if you said this life in galore wouldn’t be one for you.
But your father had done everything to shut all the golden doors in your life so the world had found a different mold for you to be fitted into.
“The queen of Skålsgard will for sure be of great use for me. At times we have to seize unethical means in order to help ourself to the glory promised” he broke the silence, teeth as white as Asgardian ivory when he flashed you a wolfish grin.
It felt like your gut turned, like a sixth sense was trying to tell you to run all the while curiosity had different plans. His words were chosen in a manner far too wise and most of all; intended.
Scoffing, your eyebrows crunched together, eyes still wandering the paths of leather straps along the man’s cloak and armor underneath.
“I know what they say but I am no queen. Female competition is just quite scarce down here” you stated with a frugal gesture towards the more crowded alleys only separated by shadows of the ones who have already lost the game.
The nobleman’s head tilted in what seemed like agreement, allowing your greedy eyes to devour a flash of a perfectly prominent cheekbone leading towards a straight nose.
Perhaps you were wrong about him, perhaps he was an Einherjar tired of his incompetent general. His shoulders were broad, stance intimidating and face lacking any fat.
“Humbleness; a welcome trait in dignitaries” his wonderfully deep voice emitted from wet lips, making you dizzy with the pressing wish to reveal his identity.
Such eloquent tongue objected to the dull ways of a soldier.
“However, I must admit, it’s bizarre coming across such an attribute in someone like you”.
And with that he hit a spot. A piece of trauma and craving forever deemed to remain unsolved and untreated.
Pulling your eyes away from his hidden armor you felt your lips baring your teeth before they retorted sharply. “Insolence; a not so welcome trait in a world of assassins and creeps”.
However, you still flinched as he set his tall figure in motion, starting to circle you like a black hole imbibing your vehemence.
“Knew you were an insipid politician” your mouth murmured lowly, eyes fixed on your dagger while your thoughts clashed.
He might pay above average. But still, he was awfully suspicious, dangerous perhaps.
And that was when the metal clasps of his boots stopped clinking, potent steps stopped thudding on the dirty ground. He now stood behind you, breath inaudible as if you were all alone. Had been all this time.
It tickled in the depths of your brain when fresh hormones flooded your system ready to assist you in bargain or fight.
The stranger chuckled, his laughter resounding against your dusty mantle. “I am indeed pursuing political interests whose enforcement I cannot bring about myself but would be rewarding quite generously” he growled, letting the sweet promise of aristocratic money swirl around your head.
He knew what to say and when.
“Define generously”.
Layers of fine leather began screeching again as the man approached you from behind, sending a cold shiver down your spine with every disappearing inch of distance.
He was close, the tightness of your hand’s grip around your dagger told you.
A game of words and sharp instincts had pulled you in deeply and the mysterious man with his wooing offer rolled the dice.
His serpent tongue clicked behind your head before he whispered “If you happen to be successful I am willing to pay 10.000 Asgardian gold coins and a glass of the most expensive Pinot in the palaces wine cellar”.
“So a member of the Æsir royal court?” You asked with a spontaneous dose of nosy sass to distract from your true reaction to the shockingly high buzzer.
No one had ever offered 10k for any job. Too high for a legit offer, you concluded deciding to dig deeper until you would find the snag. “How would the king react to one of his advisors biding his time amongst thieves, murderers and all the other scum?”.
Nothing.
The pregnant silence was piercing until a sudden gasp cut it like a blade.
Your face contorted unwillingly when you felt the fuller of an ice cold sword pressed against the exposed part of your lower back.
“The king shan’t be of your interest. As well as my identity” the baritone snarled through audibly gritted teeth. The tone made it clear that you had poked a spirited devil in a precarious situation.
Not daring to move but with your tongue still loosened by the prior playfulness the man emitted, you grinned. “What if I lifted that snobby veil, huh?”.
A calculated chuckle was brought closer by the eerie wind. ”I’d rather you not challenging me… unless you wish to be hunted down like a prey”. While you were trying to turn and face him, he just drew out the silence, bathing in the panic that was slowly bubbling up in your grey waters.
He had been dubious since the first word left his mouth but now it was getting dangerous.
“I’m used to being chased as a criminal” you spat not minding the bitterness that invaded your tone. No one sane would simply choose such a life. “Mercenaries, women, Jotuns… You name it, it tried to kill me”.
But he knew, his professional vagueness revealing that he had been down here numerous times. That he understood and played wicked games himself.
Then, the sword tilted upwards, a lurid burn started to spread across your back when the tip poked into your skin. You couldn’t breathe nor move.
And he simply grinned underneath the green hood, bringing his mouth closer to your left cheek.
You should have left earlier. Damn the money and the food it could’ve bought.
“Oh, I know you’re on the run. For far too many years, right princess y/n?” the man whispered, watching in triumph as your eyes began to water almost reflexively. The confirmation he needed to be sure, for his plan to work out.
Your appearance had changed so much over the last millennium. It couldn’t be.
How in the nine could he?
Not caring for your own safety, your heel swung around behind your body, kicking the man’s ankle so that his stance struggled. “How dare you?” You hissed in between dull thuds and gasps, eyes glued to his veiled face before you tugged on the hood.
He growled like a wolf, spitting a warning for which your ears were numb.
“Who. Are. You?”
It came out like a fiery command. Any respect was dead, buried six foot under by the bloody consequences a possible knowledge of your identity would cause. It meant you’d join the coffin through the hidden hands of your father’s hatchet man.
But the stranger didn’t answer so you gritted your teeth and eventually pulled the hood back.
Two seconds turned into a century when your widened eyes explored the perfect features of Asgards younger prince. Green eyes were narrowed in the heat of the situation, his bone structure screamed elegance while obsidian curls hung messily in his pale face.
A face of spotless chaos so much more attractive than on the platinum statues or royal banners going around in Skålsgard’s pubs.
“Oh, darling…” the prince suddenly rasped, pupils darkening like a sea of ink while sneaky hands reached around your waist. “I’m afraid now you have to accept my offer” and with a hollow bang he crashed your back against the nearest wall.
Dust and dirt crumbled down beside your face, lungs burning and hands trying to peel off Loki’s forceful grip.
“Why me, huh? Why the fuck did you decide to disturb my peace?”. A green gleam met your consciousness when his narrow eyes shot up to meet yours with such rigor it was dizzying.
If the palace knew he had such a side to himself?
It didn’t matter. Your life lay upon his palm.
The familiar smirk you’ve seen flashing from underneath the hood before slowly returned to contort those velvet lips.
You would be marrying such a prince if your life had been directed by blood, not your father’s pride. Him, perhaps, a rare specimen of handsomeness who was just blackmailing you.
“Excellent question with an even simpler answer, princess. Fervency”.
His voice was so close when he pinned your wrists above your head, words dripping down your body like molten gold. But black like his hair.
Snorting, you turned your head to face him, hoping your act of boldness would scare him somehow. “My prince” you began, ridiculing the way he addressed you even though he was correct. To your brain he wasn’t.
“Every assassin on this planet kills with fervency, amusement even”.
You wanted to flinch when he hoisted a finger to stroke your cheek but the scent of rose candles, cedar wood and old leather was lulling your muscles into a state of tranquility like a spell.
“But their motives rarely ever match the ones of their twisted purchaser”. Loki looked at you, eyes hopping from one feature to another as if he drank you in, savoring your face the prince had only ever seen in the memory of scum he hexed in order to find you.
Your brows slanted, lips agape before you found your voice again. “In what aspect could our lives and wants match?”. Neither did you have a clue nor did you want to have one.
He chuckled, allowing your face a moment of rest when he slid down your wrists from painful heights. “We, you and I, should be ruling kingdoms, whole realms even. But look at us” he curbed his baritone, waited to watch your face twitch and thoughts race.
“An old king who prefers his imbecile, war-fanatic son over me and a forgotten princess who kills and steals to stay alive”.
His words hurt. It was shocking to hear about the harsh reality of your life from someone else than your inner demon.
But most of all he was right.
Dragging his pointer down your cheekbone and gripping your chin, he turned your head like a doll, green eyes glinting with mischief. “What a shame, indeed. You would have made a gorgeous princess”.
Ripping your head out of his judging grasp, you did your best to focus on the money now that a 'no' became impossible.
“So many gold coins for what exactly?” your tongue delivered what Loki wanted to hear, a pleased smirk spread on his face.
Allowing your glance to travel across his sharp features you felt a million feelings surging through your hot veins; bloodlust and sexual desire making your heart throb.
“You will have to do it either way, darling”. His smugness became sickening and seductive all at once.
Perhaps you would’ve done completely different things for a much lesser amount of coins if it was for the prince.
But you were in for a much more dangerous ride and there was no going back.
Causally blowing a strand of onyx curls out of his sight, Loki sighed, lips slowly curling in a toothy smile.
“I am offering you 10.000 Asgardian gold coins and a hedonic taste of your very own remedy for the head of the crown prince”…
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The big velvet bag weighed heavy in your hand while the news of prince Thor’s tragic accident spread like a wildfire.
You shook it, grinning in sweet anticipation of pompous meals and a new suit when the clinking sound reached your ears.
Money had been your best friend for quite a while now. Sad as it was, thinking of what could’ve belonged to you.
“Like I promised, darling” Loki smirked before his soft lips met the glass of Pinot, your own face reflected in it’s bowl.
A sign of your elementary involvement in this cataclysmic crime.
The Æsir prince had gotten in a rather benevolent mood as you told him the job was done. Of course you chose the thousand years old Pinot when he opened the royal vine cellar for you.
There was this special, small smirk you had begun to wear during your nightly meetings outside of the palace’s gardens. A prince’s assassination must be quite thoroughly planned after all but you would be lying if you said you hadn’t found silent pleasure in the handsome prince’s presence.
Your glance rested on your reflection; a wild strand of hair curled around the curve of your cheek, eyes glistening with the same kind of mischief as with your opponent.
Loki had been right.
This whole thing had felt like your own tiny victory only that it was coming to an end for you while Asgard’s new crown prince would eventually delve in glory for eons.
But that was another story entirely.
Your business was done and over as well as your time in this realm. Far too risky was your conflicted presence.
Exhaling in a drawl, you hoisted your own glass to your lips, determined to savor the very last sip of your bounty. “It was a pleasure doing business with you, my king” you mocked the beautiful man donning a full black armor to adapt to his parents’ mourning robes.
Only the expression on his unique face was a wholly different one… one of success and completion.
Swallowing, you set the glass back down on the marble table and gathered your bag of coins in the huge pocket of your coat.
Another goodbye wasn’t planned when you got on your feet, meeting those infuriating emerald eyes one last time.
“Touché” Loki remarked, brows slanting and gaze scanning your figure from bottom to top.
He had rewarded you enough, business was done. It was time to let the forgotten princess return home.
Rolling your eyes in a playful manner, you watched his thick thighs flex underneath black leather, broad shoulders rising above your eye level when Loki stood tall.
“I wish I had another job to offer you, princess”.
His words seeped in between your pores like rotten honey, a reminder of your pitiable situation that was worlds apart from his new life.
However, pity wasn’t what you wanted nor needed. Even though it sounded real coming from his cursed mouth, meant sincerely.
“I should go. No one should catch their crown prince with someone like me” your tongue rushed. freeing your stance, you turned to take a quick, discreet leave.
Like you always did when a job was done.
Only that never before had you been sad about leaving when a small fortune clattered in your pocket.
But a gush of wind carrying the prince’s virile scent slowed you down like a neurotoxin, whispering how he wasn’t finished with you.
Sighing, your face dropped. “Loki, just look at me. I look like walking sin. I- I am one”.
“Indeed” he whispered to himself, jaw jutting out when he silently fought his most primal instincts. With you it always has been hard.
“And even if I had a damn gown one would recognize my origin and my father would-“
“Your father is an imbecile” a booming echo of his voice thundered across the dungeons, freezing you on the spot while his potent steps neared you inevitably.
“Do you really think Valrik would dare to oppose the future king of Asgard, ruler of the nine realms and rightful heir to the Jotunn throne?”.
The stark echo shimmied along the stone columns while your mind was zigzagging along though you knew there was a dead end nearing.
“He would kill you” you eventually breathed with ache infiltrating your veins. You just needed to leave no matter how hard it was.
No matter how hard he made it.
“Stop acting as if you care. Just stop it, Loki”.
Suddenly, a tight grasp wrapped around your wrist, an effortless push of his bicep had your back pinned against the ancient stone wall. Like blinders, Loki’s onyx hair blocked your field of vision for anything but his potent state.
A déjà-vu.
His breath was ragged, labored before he spoke, body pressed rapaciously against yours .
“What if I did ?“
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lokiusly · 5 months
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Loki gave free will to everyone, but once in a while, they would create small victories for Mobius.
When it rained, and there was no shelter for Mobius, somehow a forgotten umbrella would appear next to him.
And when Mobius went to order pastries at a local cafe, he would feel that no matter how long the line was, it always quickened when he stood on the queue.
Loki became the god of stories. And Mobius became the main character.
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OKAY BUT THE CALLBACK TO THE THE FIRST THOR MOVIE
Anyone remember the theme the first time we had a broken bridge and Loki? Death and destruction.
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And now? Life and creation.
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makkarisbelova · 5 months
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I love loki as a show because OB just drops a line like “sorry it took me so long to build this extremely advanced piece of technology I’d never seen before, I lost my job and my wife left me lol” and we’re just like yeah. okay. this is usual. carry on.
and also sylvie is a literal norse goddess whose dream life is to work at a mcdonald’s and listen to records like every other mentally ill bisexual with a mullet, and loki is a literal god in love with Some Guy who’s a mustachioed gay jetski enthusiast and an ai clock is in love with the guy who made her and the way time works just makes NO sense but you’re too busy staring at tom hiddleston’s delectable jawline and puppy dog eyes deliver the best performance of his life to even care
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tittytwister777 · 4 months
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lokius sketch again
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aintinacage · 5 months
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lokisgoodgirl · 7 months
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An Offering [Asgard! Loki x Fem.Reader]
A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki's lack of carnal exploits have caused chaos in Asgard- and something must be done. (w/c 2.7k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Loki POV. Smut. Language. Ridiculous lore.
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Loki’s eyes scanned the lines on the page, uncrossing his ankles before immediately crossing them again.
He was restless. His manhood twitched as he re-read words he had missed in one endless, sprawling sentence. An annal of the wars of Muselpheim. It was the least erotic tome in his personal collection. These days, it didn’t take much.
He cast a glance out the window, wondering what carnage his unspent power was causing at the present time. Had a ghostly tidal wave risen and washed out the harbour town? A curse which made food taste like ash? An unfamiliar steed trotting through the mountain villages with an insatiable appetite for the bemused inhabitants worldly goods?
Loki didn’t know. All he knew was that he didn’t want to see anyone.
It was humiliating. His mother’s voice filled his ears against his will, the memory making his ears burn. You must copulate with someone Loki. Anyone; she had said calmly, her cheeks faintly pink. Chaos is building within you, if it is not released...naturally – then your seidr will find a way to expel itself in other ways,’
Loki shook his head, the familiar clench of embarrassment twisting in his stomach. A belch of smoke began twisting skyward in the distance from the market. It was green. He sighed, shutting the book on his lap and placing it to the side of the window-seat. If he concentrated, he could feel magic leaking from his pores like sweat. It bubbled through the air around him, the faint scent of tart spiced lemongrass following him around. Taunting him. Chaos.
And it would only get worse. “What am I to do with you?” he mumbled, staring down at his crotch. It stirred in response.
“Ah, yes, but you see, we want the same thing-” he crooned, as if to a friend. Or indeed, a foe. “The way they talk they would have me thrust you upon any diseased cretin from the alleys by the square.” He looked out the arch, the heavy emerald smog beginning to settle over half of Asgard. “But we are better than that,” he muttered.
A low chorus of coughing had begun to rise and echo around the high towers of the citadel. Loki grimaced. “I do hope it’s not poisonous,” he mumbled to himself.
There was a knock at the door. “Gods…” Loki sighed, letting his head fall back against the wall in frustration. Will they not let me alone.
It had become abundantly clear months ago that taking care of his sexual gratification by hand was not sufficient to quell the tide of magical energy coursing through his veins. Flesh, was what was required. A second heartbeat. An offering of the basest kind.
The instances of chaotic overspill had started small – batches of grain turning to sand, mirrors losing their reflection in the palace; but as the need for release grew, so did his frustration.
There was a reason that his familiar bedfellows had fallen out of favour. He caused too much angst. Too much heartbreak, that much was clear. They were satisfied for a time, but tormented in their limbo for his affection. Or his title. But they could never be her. He could see it in their eyes, the realisation when they felt him leave their cooling beds. It was not their fault.
He could not have her. She did not know or care of his existence, not really. Not outside of his garishly rouged face on a mural. Loki was not interested in breaking hearts. Not anymore. Especially his own. And as time when on, and the leakages grew in strength – people were afraid. There was that, too.
The knock came again. With an exasperated exhale, Loki rose. He crossed the room, smoothing his palms down the front of his tunic. Hooking one thumb in the low slung belt around his hips, he tried his best to look menacing as he opened the door. “What do you-”
The frown of annoyance melted to confusion as he ran his gaze over the waiting form in stunned silence. A woman, her face dipped in a light curtsey. Soft tendrils of hair fell around her collarbone like a nymph. “Your highness.” she spoke, keeping her head down. Loki tilted his head. How curious, he pondered as he reached out and gently tipped the woman’s chin up. His breath hitched at the unexpected sultry darkness of her eyes. Familiar. Impossible. “What are you doing here?” he murmured warily, casting a glance around the otherwise empty corridor. “Don’t you know it is dangerous to-” “May I come in, your highness?” she said softly. Loki frowned at the audacity of her interruption. But there was no hint of fear in her lilt, which he respected – and so the god found himself stepping aside.
The hem of her gown rustled on the stone floor, sweeping in a grand circle as she turned to face him. It was cream, the fastening at her bosom which ran down the centre of its length trimmed in the same dark green as the thick smoke currently blocking out the sun. Loki shivered.
“It has been decided that I am to be an offering,” she said haughtily. Her chin was held high, a beacon of poise and cold elegance. Norns, how Loki wanted to ruin her.
But he wouldn't. He shouldn't. Not her.
He stared back in slack-jawed disbelief, before bursting into laughter. He could feel his stomach clench, the peals of mirth taking a greater hold than the situation deserved. But it had been a while since Loki had laughed, among other things.
“My a-a-apologies,” he gasped, extending a hand to pat down her tangible offence. The lady’s arms had folded, a waft of malice washing over the god like a current. He collected himself, smoothing his hair as she looked on. “It’s not you, you are…” he looked the woman up and down, “lovely. Truly. I just...did not expect my family to stoop so low as to enact a farce such as this.”
The woman began to pace in a wide circle, her finger inspecting the wide wooden curve of his bed-frame. She paused, her chin tilting towards him with a wicked glint in her eye.
“It was my idea, actually” she said, beginning to smile as Loki shuffled where he stood. “Your brother took some convincing, but I think that is only since he had eyes for me himself.”
Loki could not find the words. “The armoury cache has turned to salt, you know” she chirped, smiling while she continued an achingly slow tour of his chambers. Loki groaned inwardly as she peered at the books on the nearest shelf, ghosting a fingertip over the spines.
“You have no idea how difficult it is to get a Prince’s attention,” she hummed. “Especially when he locks himself away and denies the ladies of the court an opportunity to flaunt themselves. Desperate action must be taken,” she purred playfully, the fragrant twinge of stinging sarcasm inflaming Loki’s arousal. Was she jesting? A cruel, elaborate trick? Loki decided he must be dreaming.
He cleared his throat, painfully aware of his cock hardening beneath his trousers. Of all days, why had he chosen the satin?
“You are here of your own free will, then?” he managed to say. She nodded, a closed lipped smile pressing against her cheeks. His eyes were drawn to the heave of her cleavage, rising and falling in anticipation before they rose back to her face. Her lips.
"It is a grave offence to lie to a god of Asgard, my lady" he warned, painfully aware of the slowing breaths making his voice thick. He could feel his tongue move, yet the words seemed to belong to another.
“They say it could be dangerous,” she said matter-of-factly, ignoring his ominous overtones. “-Fucking you, I mean.” Loki stared. He was fully hard now, the urge to free himself and have the woman against the nearest bookcase almost overwhelming. She raised her eyebrows, a mischievous smirk curling at the edge of her mouth. “Personally, I think it’s all rather exciting. Don’t you?” “You’re mad,” Loki mumbled, realising with surprise that he was already halfway across the floor. The woman let out a low tinkling laugh, resting an elbow on the shelf. “You’re one to-” Loki’s lips collided with the siren, crashing against her mouth like a tempest. She parted for him, wild hands twisting in his hair as he pressed her against the wood. Her moans of excitement, her breathy pants into his mouth as he caged her. Loki was undone.
His tongue wrestled hers, hands exploring the curves of her body that bucked against his touch. Meaningless words gasped from his lips as her palm slid harshly against his cock, mastering the slide and squeeze along its length.
“Bold, my Prince-” she teased, as his throat worked in grunts and swallows beneath her touch.
“I take nothing which was not already offered, my lady” he keened, thrusting against her hand. Their lips met again, deep curls of muscle enveloping the other in wet need. “And not all which is offered, either” he groaned against her ear. “Not yet.” The woman chuckled, sliding her hands up the velvet of his tunic. She pushed him lightly, making him stumble back like a feather. The backs of his knees hit the bed, falling and landing on the pristine sheets with a bounce.
“Take it then,” she uttered, laden with ceremony. Her eyes smouldered, wild waves falling around her face. Fingertips worked invisible buttons at the bodice of her dress, the middle section of green parting before she shrugged it from her body. Loki gripped the sheets, thighs trembling. “It is here, for you...my Prince.” Loki wet his lips, hungry eyes staggering up every perfect inch of her naked body. Mapping the trail his fingers would take as he sank into each delicious curve. The god felt his thighs widen, the tight trousers he wore an unbearable constraint. With a flex of his fingers, he was as naked as she. “Norns,” she whispered, her eyes wide. She began to pace towards him, a sudden goddess of love and peace and salvation. “You’re even more beautiful than they say.”
Loki barely heard her, transfixed by the supple legs which now straddled him on the edge of his bed. With a sharp intake of breath he let his hands run over the curve of her ass, squeezing gently. In turn, her fingers wrapped around the root of his cock, tugging as she breathed against his cheek.
“How long I have waited for this,” she murmured softly. Loki groaned. He fell back, bringing her with him in an animalistic kiss. He was being rough, he knew that. But he could barely control the deafening roar of unnatural lust. It flowed from him in waves, a roar of static crisping in the air.
“If you feel you are in danger, leave – immediately,” Loki gasped, throwing his head back with a moan while she ground against him. His mussed hair fanned against the sheets. He could feel the well of magic pulsing inside him with the beat of his cock. Like a drum, louder and louder in his ears. “You need this,” she panted, “we all do.”
Loki was tortuously aware of his manhood dancing at the tight slit of her entrance. He felt as a hound did, told to stay itself before a feast table. She moved it in circles, lapping up her wetness. The god groaned again, lips parted to the ceiling. “For Asgard,” she murmured coyly, before sinking fearlessly onto his cock. The cry which strangled itself from Loki’s throat shook books from the shelves. A ripple reverberated from the bed, making stone from the high arches crumble in dusty clouds.
His eyes flew open, and he knew from the reflection in her own that they were dark as a lemurs. The pupils drowning out any colour in his irises; wide. Wild.
Hands flew to her hips and pushed her down as he thrust up, bottoming out. A ringing cry sounded around his chambers. “Good...girl,” he smouldered darkly, an empty echo of past affairs. “Uhhh...y-yes- good girl.” Loki heard his own voice in singular clarity. As rich and foreboding and potent as a tangled forest by moonlight. There was a squelch as he withdrew, before flipping her over. She lay below him now, her features alight with desire and self-satisfaction. Her pretty moans tickled the air as he filled her sweet little cunt to the hilt. Each slap of his hips scraped the bed further across the floor. Ancient mahogany screeching on rough stone. Had sex always felt this good? Loki couldn’t recall.
All he knew was he needed to fuck to the edge of oblivion. Her fingertips dug into the taut flesh of his ass, pulling him deeper. Loki hissed, curls swinging wild over his brow. Flames nested in the torches hung on the walls snuffed out, plunging the room into inky blackness. All that remained, while the cloud of his unspent lust blocked out the sun, was her body. This temple that would restore him. Loki sucked down, teeth grazing a bruising kiss into her shoulder. “Loki,” she whined, moaning like a whore. “More-” And Loki complied. He hoisted her legs over his shoulders. “My benevolent offering,” he muttered in barbed desire, sliding his wet cock inside her inch by tantalising inch. Loki’s eyes rolled back as he hit bottom. Consecration, surely. The torch flames came roaring back to life, licking the very ceiling above them in a tidal wave of primordial heat. The woman gasped, her pussy tightening. More dust fell from the archways, specks swimming in the air as the god punctuated every thrust with a filthy curse known only to he.
She exploded upwards, hooking her arms around his neck and pulling his mouth to hers. Their bodies writhed with devilish rhythm, each fluid buck of Loki’s hips making emerald stars explode in a dreamy haze above their heads before melting to nothing. “I’m close,” she panted, tightening her thighs around his hips. Loki growled, his breathing heavy. He could feel the animal inside him rear. The bull. The wolf. The serpent. Ready to feast upon her pleasure like a wasted demon. He pressed down, tugging her clit with slow, wicked waves of his hips.
With a howl of his name, the woman came undone beneath him; her hair sprawled and spilling over the bed’s edge like a sacrifice. The room began to shake. Or was it the palace? Loki didn’t know. Trinkets fell to the floor, smashing. Crashing sounded from the next room, plates, jars of ink splattered like dried blood on the stone. Ancient tomes thudded with morose cracks, a sound which at any other moment would fill the god with despair. But not at this moment.
Every muscle in his body was tensed, primed to detonate. His balls tightened as they slapped her skin, the thundering surge of magic in his body threatening to burst in uncontrollable chaos.
He couldn’t. It was too much, too dangerous. Suddenly her fingers clasped around his jaw, drawing his gaze to hers. It was dreamy. Happy. It was trusting. And brave. That too.
“My Prince,” she whispered softly; a calm in the storm. “Cum for me.” He pressed his forehead to hers, his breathing becoming steadier. The fingernails of her free hand scratched gently between his shoulder-blades, down the curve of his spine.
Loki savoured the heat of her body beneath his, the unrelenting grip of her channel around the root of the realms woes. She worked him fearlessly, lilting her hips up to meet the base of his cock with rhythmic grace. “For me,” she repeated, before placing a gentle kiss over his parted lips. She sucked the bottom one as it released. Loki’s mind was blinded by light. Shuddering, incapacitating pleasure searing through his body as his world went dark.
Orgasm ripped through him like torn leather; fierce and merciless and raw. It rose in an eruption, consuming and obliterating and remaking him as he spent himself inside her.
A shimmering pulse of power emanated from the bed, spreading and rippling through walls as the whole of Asgard felt the release cascading from his veins. From his cock. An aftershock that would be felt through the realm. The god's face was contorted with pleasure. A thick, shaking gasp of exhausted relief was all he could muster as he collapsed in a heap beside his saviour. Moments passed. But truly, it could have been an age.
“Did I say anything?” he panted, utterly spent. “I just felt...-” “-my name,” you finished, running a hand up his chest.
You dragged your fingernails gently down his stomach, sighing happily as the first licks of sunlight appeared through the clearing smog. “I didn’t know you knew it.” “Of course I do,” he murmured. A veil of sleep began to descend while he inhaled the scent of your sex damp hair. Was this a dream?
If it was, Loki hoped he would never dream another.
He turned to you with a lazy smile, eyelashes heavy with the bliss of it all. He was free. And she was here. Her. You. “I did not think you knew mine," he said quietly, before sleep took him.
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Eavesdrop
relationship: loki x fem!reader
genre: smut
summary: loki cant help but overhear your conversation with natasha
warnings: smut (18+) unprotected piv, fingering, thigh riding, squirting, soft dom loki??, multiple orgasms, loki being nosy
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“I dunno, Nat… I love him to death, I really do… it’s just…” You say as you run your fingers through your hair. You didn’t like the idea of talking ‘bad’ about Loki behind his back, but this is the only way to get the emotions and thoughts off your chest.
“What is it? Stop beating around the bush! C’mon, I’m good at keeping secrets” Natasha replied, sipping on her beer.
“It’s kind of TMI but—”
“Oh please, TMI is nothing in this friendship and you know it, just spit it out!”
“Well… when Loki and I get… y’know… everything starts out great, but he just gets all soft and vanilla-y and I just wanna—” You start to explain, but stop when what you really want to say gets caught in the back of your throat.
What you and Natasha didn’t know is that Loki had walked out of the bedroom. His ears perked when he heard you say his name, so he walked towards Natasha’s room and listened in.
“Go on…” Natasha said
“Well… when we get frisky… he gets all soft and shit… like all mushy and gushy. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when he’s sweet to me… but I really just wanna be fucked. Not ‘made love to’ but ‘fucked so hard I can’t walk’ y’know?” I explain, a feeling of guilt washing over me as I finally say it.
“Have you tried bringing it up to him?”
“No… I want to, but I just don’t know how or when”
Loki frowned. Was he really boring you that much? You seemed pretty into it when the two of you were in action.
“I mean, when Bruce and I first started out, he was all mushy and stuff, all up until I sat him down in his bedroom and just told him how I felt. Ever since he’s pretty much been Hulk smashing me,” Natasha explained. I roll my eyes at her ‘Hulk smash’ comment
“What if I hurt his feelings?”
“He literally terrorized the city of New York and Stüggart, killed 80 people in 2 days, almost killed the entirety of the Frost Giant race, and faked his death 2 times. I don’t think he’ll be offended. Honestly, he might be more offended if you don’t tell him,” Natasha explained.
“But—”
“No buts, you’re literally the love of his life, and he would probably do anything to make you happy. Just trust me, babe, Loki isn’t going to be offended or mad, just communicate,” Natasha cut you off
Loki agreed silently. Natasha was right. He wasn’t offended or upset. He would climb the highest mountains and cut through every forest just go make you happy, if you asked. He decided to gather a plan, and he walked back into his room.
“You’re right. Thank you, Nat,” I smile and start to stand up, grabbing my beer bottle, and taking another drink of it, “I’m gonna go talk to him about it,” you smile, trying to ignore the anxiety bubbling within your stomach.
“I would say tell me how it goes, but I’m sure I’ll be able to tell if you have a limp tomorrow or not,” Nat snorted, you flipped her off playfully and started to walk out of the room.
When you entered the hallway, you heard your phone buzz. You took it out of your pocket and saw a text from Loki.
Loki: come visit me if you can, my little dove
You smile at his text. The nickname “little dove” always made your heart flutter. You pocket your phone and walk towards Loki’s room. You don’t even bother knocking, considering he was expecting you.
What you weren’t expecting was Loki to practically jump you the second you walked in.
He closed the door and pressed you firmly against it, kissing you hungrily as he groped your breasts without care. It took you by surprise, but you quickly melted into the kiss, kissing him back just as roughly.
Your guys’ tongue and teeth clashed together as he guided you to his bed, pushing you down onto it, before removing his shirt, and hastily removing your sweatpants and tossing them to the side. Before he flipped you over, setting you on his thigh
“Ride me.” He commanded, leaving no room for discussion. You blush and move your hand to the string of his sweatpants, “Not there,” he said simply.
You blush before experimentally rubbing your panty-clad cunt against his thigh. You let out a shaky moan at the new feeling. Loki growled before he started bouncing his leg. You let out a surprised, but aroused shriek, stopping the movement of your hips.
You let out another shriek when you felt his hand come down harshly on your ass.
“Did I say you could stop?” He asked in a serious tone. You shake your head no, “then keep going,” He said simply, before he started to bounce his leg again.
You continue to grind down on him as he bounce his leg. The feeling of cotton against your clit had you almost screaming as you continued to buck down against his thigh.
“Loki, I—” You started, before you cut yourself off with another moan.
“Soak me,” He said, grabbing your hips and pushing you down harder against his thigh.
Your whole body quivered as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your ears started to ring as you soaked his thigh completely, your juices squirting all over him.
He gave you no time to recover before he flipped you over and ripped your panties off and shoving two fingers inside of you, going at a rapid pace.
“Oh gods, Loki!” You screamed out, arching your back off the bed as his fingers drilled into you.
“You wanted to be fucked, hm? Oh I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow…” He said huskily, before going down and attaching his lips to your clit, sucking it harshly.
His words did not process in your mind, instead you screamed out his name and tangled your fingers into his hair.
He curled his fingers at just the right spot and you came again, soaking his face, fingers, and the bedsheets below you as your arousal sprayed out of you once again.
Loki stood up and took off his sweatpants and boxer before flipping you over so your ass is in the air. Without warning he plunged into you, fucking you at a breakneck pace.
“Is this what you wanted, hm? You wanted to be fucked? Treated like a toy?” Loki growled, before slapping your ass harshly as he continued to drill into your abused hole.
“Yes! Fuck, Loki!” You screamed out, grinding back into his hips, meeting each of his thrusts. The words he said remained incoherent, as, lack for better words, he fucked your brains out.
He grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged it back, using it as leverage to fuck you even deeper. You gripped onto the bedsheets for dear life as he pummeled you with his cock.
He grunted as he felt his orgasm approaching, he reached forward, circling your clit at a rapid pace, causing you to scream out his name.
Your orgasm was approaching quickly as he fucked you swiftly. You tried to warn him, but were caught off by your orgasm as if ripped through your body.
You screamed out in sheer pleasure as you came on his cock. Your orgasm triggered his and he thrusted as deep as he could, spilling his seed deep inside of your quim.
He laid down next to you and looked at you with pure love in his eyes. You adjusted and laid down as well, looking at him.
“I actually wanted to talk—” You started, before being cut off by Loki
“You wanted to be fucked, not made love to… I overheard you and the Black Widow talking,” Loki said with a smile, “I hope I was able to fulfill your dreams,”
“Mmm… maybe another round or so could really fulfill my dreams” You smirked before crawling on top of Loki, starting yet another round
~ The Next Morning ~
You woke up in Loki’s bed, with Loki still sleeping peacefully next to you. You smile and decide to get up and head out to the kitchen for coffee.
You walked down the hallway into the Avengers common area where Natasha sat, drinking her own coffee. Natasha laughed at your limp as you hobbled over to the kitchen
“Oh shut the fuck up”
hayyy sorry for not posting in foreverrrr but i got bombarded with school, work, and family issues, and i haven’t really had the time to write something (even something small) and i also have officially hit a good ‘ol writers block!! if you have any requests please lmk and i will write them!!!
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The allure of darkness
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A suave, caring god of thunder has your whole heart and ring finger but the dark prince has your mind. The witnessed consummation ceremony is bound to become a disaster...
▸ warnings: 18+ pv smut, (forced) voyeurism, old-fashioned traditions, language, masturbation, v-card loss
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There she was; the untouchable. 
The inevitable doom of Loki’s sanity. 
The tiny girl he had always played with as children had became a ravishing woman. 
The grace she carried in her every step and motion was testament to her predestined fate; royalty.
The alluring woman who could never be more to him than a family member by marriage.
The future queen betrothed to his lucky brother.
In the darkness of secrecy, you lusted after the younger brother of your fiancé, the dark prince of Asgard.
Loki was incredibly sharp-witted, mysterious, smelled like leather and a foggy pine forest; a memorable scent that haunted your dreams. His raven curls were always spilled over those athletic shoulders and his baritone voice spoke with such an eloquence and sobriety that he felt untouchable. 
He was untouchable.
He wasn’t yours. You learned to love Thor instead.
Of course, he was a gentleman, showing his devotion to his future queen every day you woke up and the smell of your favorite flowers was pampering your nostrils. The crown prince made sure you were entertained at all times and never left your side if you needed him.
It would be tragically wrong to say you didn’t already love him.
Although this marriage was all rigged in advance it felt good and somehow right. Your grandfather might have made an insipid deal at your costs but growing up in the palace with Thor and Loki by your side was excuse enough. 
Your childhood had been heavenly and so shall be your reign on Thor’s side. Whenever your marriage would take place, your heart was ready to be bound to him, to vow fidelity to Asgards future king how everyone expected you to do regardless.
Your twisted mind, however, never got out of the decadent honeytrap Loki was. Needless to describe how easily your body disobeyed in his chaotic presence. The younger brother was boon and bane at the same time, shamelessly terrorizing the inner peace and resilience you were trying to build.
And he did without even trying. Subtle moves and easily dripping compliments were more than enough to draw your attention away from your scintillating fiancé.
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”Aren’t you afraid of marriage?“ Your dear friend Kristrún asked coyly as you gathered on the balcony watching your fiancé train with the notorious Warriors Three. 
”Thor shall take take of me“ you murmured more absent-mindedly as intended. The ceremonial traditions in the royal society of Asgard were special, strict and mostly unpleasant for all involved. Naturally, you were afraid.
Far more than you were ready to admit. 
”I would never doubt that but nonetheless, don’t you think it’s difficult enough to perform the marital act at such? How hard must it be to endure the high audience?“ 
”Oh Kristrún, I wish I knew... Perhaps they will be reluctant with sending in too many vitner but honestly spoken the presence of the Allfather alone appears horrific“ you answered in a whisper, securing your surroundings with a quick glance. Imagine the grand shame if Asgard’s future queen was to complain about cherished traditions as well as about king Odin.
Helheim would break loose.
Your friend sighed and shook a little, the cold shiver traveling down her back nearly audible. She couldn't possibly react otherwise to the fate every young noblewoman had to face, sooner or later. One day it would be Kristrún's turn.
”I wish you much strength, y/n. Be it tomorrow, be it in fifty full moons“ she cooed with a nuance of pity, caressing the back of your hand that rested trembling on the marble balustrade. 
You sighed, internally a strong sense of duty with the prospect of an abundant life was shamelessly fighting sheer shame. And Loki Odinson.
The only thing you could rely on was Thor’s gentle heart and his heavy weighing promise to keep you safe at all times. He wasn’t lying, you knew it however, the thought of the ceremony was rather frightening than enjoyable.
But you would make your way through any unpleasant waypoints anyway. A tiara with Asgardian diamonds suited you after all. 
”It is with great pride that I shall become queen, Kristrún. Regardless the conditions“. The mask of dutifulness back on, your still vulnerable gaze met your fiancé’s soothing ocean blues.
Deadly muscles glistened with a thin layer of sweat blanketing them almost lovingly and highlighting every royal blue vein. The flexing bulge of Thor’s biceps was prominent, mouthwatering even with his blonde, long hair and braided strands clinging damply. And then he smiled, winking at his beautiful betrothed watching him with the morning sun summoning an orange halo.
Thor seemed gleeful, eager on what his notorious future would bring him.
The god of thunder clearly was a handsome sight to see easing the way for lusty, improper feelings to arise. To make a woman want to be bedded by him. To let them revel in unholy dreams about the crown prince.
They all did. The chambermaids, the kitchen wenches even the young married noblewomen accompanying their hoary husbands to official visits...
You might be one of them, might be the only lucky woman to truly have him.
Nevertheless, your body was at least equally, no, even more drawn to the dark prince. Asgard’s mischievous and uniquely attractive trickster you would never get a taste of. 
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“Keep still you big child“ you giggled in Thor’s ear as you desperately tried to braid the small strand behind his ear. As always he hadn't payed attention on the precious metal rings that were woven within and keeping his golden braid in place while he downed combat partner after combat partner. 
“Hmm… What would I get from that Mylady?“ his husky voice hummed, the flying long hair sending the residual scent of metal blades, leather suits and dried blood right back at you. Must've been an intense session you mused to yourself, long used to the odor of faux-war.
“Careful, brother. You might earn a decent slap“ Loki purred smugly from across the wooden table drawing your eyes like a magnet.
A playful smirk curled his thin lips while dexterous digits gracefully flipped the page of a yellowed book. The intellectual prince was allers reading when nothing important went down in the royal palace. Needless to say, Mischief had to do it most suggestively with his tongue lavishly licking his fingertips before he gently lifted the old pages. 
“Oh, shut up Loki. Or do you wish for her feisty fingers to attack you as well?“.
Thoughtfully slanted brows and a slowly tilted head were enough to let a sudden heat climb up from between your legs. “I don’t see why I shouldn’t“ he spoke, the pitch descending in those unholy octaves that sounded so much more alluring than with Thor’s strong voice.
So much more sinful.
Loki wasn’t around too often but when he was, your senses were higly receptive for the potent presence of this silent predator. However, sometimes it seemed like he was shunning you for whatever reason.
“Be my guest, then“ Thor laughed, winking at you as if he just hatched the ultimate, evil plan to annoy his younger brother.
Little did he know, Loki was dead serious about wanting you close, no matter if it was about braiding his hair. He shamelessly craved your body near to his, your tightly bound corset offering a decent view of your breasts and your sweet scent numbing his sanity. 
Feeling your thigh muscles disobey your command to relax and shake instead, you eventually stood before the fine god who tormented your most unholy nights.
“No, darling. I want you to get comfortable“ Loki patted his leather clad thigh, not even looking up from the old book about seidr as you waited for him to scoot over.
Haughty arsehole. But you obeyed nonetheless.
Only the devil knew why. 
Your gown slipped up to pool around your hips as you sat down, the sides hung heavily to cover at least your thighs. Anything else would’ve been most improper anyway since you belong to your fiancé alone. Not to his wolfishly grinning brother whose steady breathing unintentionally hitched when your thumb brushed his earlobe to gather a lonely strand of those tantalizing curls. 
Their color was unique, reminding you of a crow's feathers and the black obsidian mined in the northern mountains.
Lost in the beauty of his hair, one of your rings lightly scratched the alabaster skin of the prince's neck, leaving a small, red mark.
Sucking in hot air to mutter a quick apology, you were stopped by the sensation of a deep moan infiltrating your ears to pierce your brain.
Loki was wordlessly delivering a signal you awkwardly tried to ignore. A signal of his simmering longing for you, his forbidden need you could never sate, even if you wanted to. Deep down in the libidinous parts of your mind, the area that uncontrollably mingled with your subconscious, you craved him, the rebellious adventure, too...
Get a grip you internally snarled at yourself, only goading you to focus on tactile stimuli.
While Thor chuckled, relishing in Loki’s feigned annoyed look, your nerves were skyrocketing with every subtle move of his brother’s juicy thigh. Tepid leather brushed your undergarments causing a nervous redness to conquer your hot cheeks.
A delicious reaction to the god of mischief whose own hand clearly couldn’t stay away from his cock as soon the doors of his chambers would fall shut behind him. Lewd and ragged moans of you name would bang against the silencing charm when Asgard's sun finally disappeared.
A phenomenon finding his equal nearly every single night.
“Y/n“ Loki suddenly breathed as Thor was occupied with a few entering guards demanding his prompt attention on an urgent matter. 
Promptly, your fingers froze intertwined with Loki’s beautiful hair, your slightly widened eyes meeting the emerald mess of his. An exotic darkness was veiling them and caging your gaze within those almond eyes. The true nature was improper, most suggestive yet you just couldn’t avert neither your attention nor your desire.
No matter how hard your inner perfect Lady tugged at your mind. 
“Have you always been so obedient? Or is that gift a special one only for me?“.
His gravely words knocked the air out of your lungs in a numbing punch. You had never guessed Loki would go thus far but there he was, a weirdly seductive pokerface adorning the prince's face. Awaiting your answer Loki's carved jaw bobbed forward in strained anticipation, flexing hungrily. 
Then it you like a truck, the subtle nudge of the edge of the table against your back propelling you back to reality.
“Erm, I- sorry, what?“ You muttered, blinking rapidly to get ahold of your facial expression that simply must be collected at all times. Perhaps it was alright if Thor made you look dumb and irritated in semi-public but of course not his dark brother.
“Loki?“ Thor boomed across the room making your shoot up from his thigh again and hastily smoothening the expensive layers of your dress. 
“Unfortunately, father has fallen in an unexpected Odinsleep. Thus I will ascend the throne tomorrow“.
Thor’s words weighed heavy, the consequences becoming alarmingly real as you thought about the further meaning of your fiancé becoming king…
“We are to marry tomorrow in the matter of an urgent procedure“ Thor then addressed you “But I promise you, my love, we shall be able to cherish our honeymoon in a thorough way. Loki will take over for the time being“ he explained smiling, nodding to his younger brother who replied with a dutiful “Of course“ and a wicked smirk dancing around his lips.
“To- Tomorrow?“ You eventually stammered, looking up from the ground that had to endure your shocked expression since Thor announced the sudden pushing of your marriage. Something you had expected a lot later and was crushing you like a Vanir cargo vessel.
“Fear not, my queen. You shan’t have to sleep in your lonely chambers any longer now that our marriage is… well, in sight“ Thor winked, caressing your hollowed cheek so gently, it nearly melted your doubts. Your eyes fluttered shut, bathing in the warm comfort his touch provided in light of tomorrow’s fateful events. 
“Move my bride’s personal belongings to the royal premises“ he commanded before kissing your forehead as a small gesture of goodbye. He had always done that since you were juveniles.
Of course, Thor had to see Frigga and the high court as soon as possible to initiate the upcoming change of power. You understood. A few quick seconds later, Thor was gone leaving you alone with his sinister brother and his indistinct smirk. 
"I presume, as your future brother-in-law I’m still given the honor to call you y/n“ Loki mused, his piercing gaze averted again before he could penetrate your glassy eyes for too long. It was no question but a subtle command veiled in mischievous factuality. 
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“May I assist, my queen“ your new personal maid - passed on from Frigga as traditions demanded - asked as you awkwardly peeled yourself out of the lavish wedding gown.
If Loki’s dominant eyes had stained every inch he looked at during this evening, the dress would've been completely ruined. Utterly colorful.
"I- Ughh“ you scoffed shaking your arm violently until the last layer of fabric slipped form your body. Not overly ladylike but your mind was running riot at the moment, your senses shut down and heightened at the same time.
Two ridiculous minutes were separating you from the consummation ceremony you feared ever since your mother had told you about it. 
“Your highness. You look gorgeous“ your old maid Ilse tried to reassure you with a warm smile as the two other women were rubbing your thighs and arms with sweet lavender oil. A flattery, thin nightgown adorned your otherwise naked body, the red ribbon, Thor’s color, was tied neatly around your waist only for the groom to open it again. 
“It is time. Please follow me“ the priestess soft voice dragged a cold close to to your bones making your reluctantly moving legs shiver. 'It will be alright' you told yourself repeatedly as the small smacks of your naked feet against the tiles formed a steady but slow rhythm.
She signaled you to wait behind the door frame before stepping in herself to announce the queen’s arrival to the ceremony.
“Queen y/n of Asgard, bride to king Thor Odinson“.
Then your husband appeared in your field of view, your muscles relaxing a bit at his cozy smile. It felt good to see him offering you his hand and allowing you to walk behind so that his broad frame shielded you from the vitner for as long as possible.
“The high court and the Allfather’s representative prince Loki are present and have sworn to accredit and defend the marital bond as long as they shall live. The ceremony may begin“
Loki?
Frantically, you looked around as Thor’s big hands carefully untied the knot of your gown. As the fabric fell to the floor to lavishly pool around your bare ankles your gaze met Loki’s.
You didn’t even really notice Thor’s approving hum while the younger prince, dressed in a less militant version of his green suit, devoured every curve of your exposed body. 
Your situation was cursed.
His strong jaw clenched violently as Thor carefully nudged you backwards, having you crawl up in the regal four-poster bed. The red curtains were of course bound together at each wooden column nevertheless, they at least partially shielded your view from the analytically staring older men.
But of course not from Loki who towered directly on your right, a dirty smirk fighting his pokerface.
Was he enjoying this?
“Relax, my love. Focus on me“ your husband whispered, feeling how your thighs slowly relaxed and opened up to welcome his muscular hips in between.
A big hand wandered up to prop Thor’s strong figure on a flexing elbow next to your head, the other pulling a thin blanket to cover your lower bodies. He knew how it’s done best since the crown prince had attended numerous of those ceremonies beforehand. Macabre but that was how things worked in Asgardian traditiom.
As you felt the cool fabric cover your legs a coy smile appeared on your lips.
“You’re gorgeous, my queen“ Thor growled in your ears making the unfamiliar heat in your core grow and your delicate nipples harden. Your husband was built like the god he was, trained muscles flexing and building defined ridges at his every move before soft lips collided with yours for the second time ever.
The kiss was so suave, reflecting his deep feelings towards you and the pure heart that was cherishing yours from this day on.
You couldn't deny that you reciprocated those feelings.
But a flash of green distracted you once again, Loki’s hungry eyes piercing your exposed breast Thor’s chest wasn’t covering.
The way he bit his lower lip was sinful, forcing your brows to knit in a weird fire of lust the younger prince's demeanor was proudly adding oil to.
The other men’s presence was disgustingly real whereas you drowned on the eyes of only one; Loki.
"Tho- Thor what are you-“ your question quickly turned in a small whimper of pleasure as your husband’s fingers found your nervous clit.
“Shhh, love. I’ll ready you for the act so it won’t hurt“ he whispered against your cleavage, your head lolling to the side to find shelter against Thor’s elbow.
Those feelings being conjured by someone else than yourself was entirely new, almost making you forget about the impatient audience you and your husband had to please tonight.
But just almost.
Your mouth fell agape in a silent o, your fists gathering a pile of duvet to grip as Thor’s low groans and his pointer pampering your sensitive bud slowly became too much. 
Loki stood there feeling his cock hardening the more addicted eyes took in the sight of your body beginning to writhe from building pleasure.
Your subtle whimpers and moans were too loud for the dark prince who had been craving them for a tiring long time. They burnt in his consciousness as the flap of his garment was lifted by the greedy manhood looming underneath. 
A sharp gush of pleasure contorted your face as you found yourself teetering on the bring of an orgasm, hand snaked around the back of Thor’s neck as his lavish kisses drowned the intimate noises. The god of thunder indeed took care of you even more lovingly than he promised, whispering reassuring and comforting praises in your attentive ears. 
The uncomfortable tension of being watched in such a vulnerable state was still burdening the air of your chambers, forcing your gaze to be fixed either on the ceiling or on your husband.
Thor looked sublime hovering above you and hungrily watching every small twitch of your brows in seething anticipation. But as you were about to cum, he withdrew with a pitiful look in those ocean blue orbs. 
“Apologies, love. But you know what is expected from us, don’t you?“ He whispered, hardly audible to the vitner.
Except of Loki, who was suppressing decadent moans as his adoptive brother straightened his back again, the blanket sliding down his muscular back. The center of his wicked attention was revealed like a blossoming flower whose scent made his painfully hard twitch in desperation.
You looked gorgeous, all wet and spread nicely. Loki gritted his pearl white teeth, withdrawing from his conjured duplicate with a flick of his clenched fist.
He couldn’t bear the sight without touching himself, groaning like slut as the loose belt of his trousers freed the throbbing cock all the high ladies of Asgard were dreaming about. 
Would stare at him in the same way as you did with Thor right now; eyes widened lustily yet so innocently insecure about the sight of your husband’s exposed cock?
No.
Sweet saliva would be pooling between your teeth and lower lips, greedy eyes would practically beg for him to enter you, break you like a worthless maid.
You might not yet be aware of the darker side lingering in your soul but Loki had studied you for years, extracting every hint of your true, hidden nature.
A reliving sizzle of agitated nerves traveled the dark prince’s whole body in an electrifying gush as he began to stroke himself. The chiseled shoulder hid by forest green fabric was leaning against the wall, his legs widened lazily as he basked in the sight of your gorgeous body on full display.
Decadently. 
“Hold onto me tight, my dear y/n“ Thor panted, lining himself up with your wet folds, collecting every drop of arousal you had to offer despite the adverse circumstances. You bit your lower lip as his thick cock breached your channel for the very first time, your vulnerable whine driving him to stop and allowing you to adjust. 
A captivating feeling overruled every single one of your strained senses before the god of thunder dropped down whispering a sweet little “Good girl“ in the crook of your neck.
Once again your head cocked to the side, making space for your husband whose small kisses on your neck made the stinging stretch between your legs more bearable.
And of course, your eyes found the younger brother again.
“Ohh fuck“ Loki breathed at the sight of your folds parting so willingly, welcoming his brother in a surly heavenly warmth. How fucking heavenly you must feel. Like Valhalla.
Strong jaw muscles convulsed and strained Loki's flawless skin while Thor pushed further, giving your innocent face a corrupted look. Oh, how much better he could make you look with his mouth alone... you would be shuddering and babbling incoherent words when the silvertongue would deliver what you had always wanted.
An addictive expression of pleasure and pain that contrasted sharply with you usual soft smile made him tug his foreskin even harder. It drove Loki feral to see you taking it so well, his fist squeezing his manhood relentlessly. The hot blood surging through tick veins was only spurred on further by his action.
Your cunt would milk him even better.
Loki gritted his teeth, imagining your fluttering walls hugging his cock as he claimed you so much better than Thor did. How your shallow eyes glared up at him, crying out his name instead and making the whole palace hear who was fucking you so good. 
"Godss above… fuck y/n“ lewd moans slipped from his tongue like the usual venom he distributed so carelessly. A greedy thumb brushed the tip of his pulsating cock, Loki imagining how it was the sinful end of your tight channel he’d reach with every deep thrust.
Fuck, he was so close, raven curls pooling across his shoulders as he threw his head back, darkened eyes never leaving the louche scene developing in front of him.
“Ohhh god, Th- Thor“ you moaned finally freely as the haze of sex surged through your body in sinful gushes linked to your husbands careful thrusts. The pain had vanished in hot, dirty air surrounding your sweating bodies and the vitner whose strict eyes were witness to your physical union.
You had almost forgot about them, legs raking around Thor’s hips and coaxing him to take you faster.
“Nooorns, you feel like Valhalla“ your husband groaned, hiding his contorted face in the crook of your neck as his hips snapped faster.
Twinkling stars were beginning to dance in your field of view as the god of thunder made love to you with an amount of passion you never knew the muscular teddy bear hid. But it was a welcome gift you treasured in subtle moans and labored breaths. 
However, your blurry vision fell on Loki again, whose eyes were narrowed, brows knitted in a languish expression you’ve never seen before.
The dark prince did nothing to hide his hungry gaze that trialed across your bouncing body savoring every inch like a maniac artist looking at his most memorable painting. The fast dart out of his wet tongue made you moan involuntarily, a hand reaching out to him before you grabbed the duvet from the approaching climax. 
Thor’s praises got louder, his hips gyrating to hit a sweet, hidden spot with every loving motion.
“I love you, y/n“ his hoarse voice hissed through gritted teeth making your agape mouth shudder in a lust-drunken try to open even wider. But your eyes never left Loki who stared right back, a dirty promise of not telling anyone about your deepest desire was transferred by a decent wink. Bastard.
The real Loki’s pants grew heavier as he watched your hands traveling down to your legs, gripping your thighs and holding them apart like a wanton maid.
Were you putting on a show for him?
The improper noises from the depths of your lungs sounded like symphony as his own Norse curses adding to it.
“I always knew you’re but an obedient, pretty whore“ Loki rasped, scrunching his noice violently as the squeeze around his wide shaft became too much. 
Your big eyes were never averted from his duplicate for a single second, opening themselves up for him to get a glimpse of your awakened lust and longing. For him.
He could smell that you knew how wrong it was but it only sped up the strong strokes from the apex of his thick length all the way up to his tip smeared white with precum.
“Fucking hel, ughhh shiittt“ Loki babbled absent-mindedly lost in the haze of pure pleasure as he smelled your body approaching a sweet relief. 
“I- ahhh I’m gonna-“ you mumbled incoherently, Loki’s twisted mind completing your sentence for his own prurient purpose; I’m gonna cum for you, Loki. My king.
The fabric on his shoulders scratched and tore as he sunk lower against the old wall, his knees shuddering from the sensation of hot seed making it’s way through his pulsating manhood. Thick ropes of regal cum pooled in Loki’s palms as the god’s body quivered wantonly, his gaze fixed on your gorgeous body raking and squirming on full display. 
Thor’s thrusts became sloppy, husky moans thundering through his broad chest as your fiddly hands found support against his flexing pecks. The muscles of a god that worked you closer and closer to a feeling you never knew from real penetration.
“Cum for- by the godssss- me, love. Let go“ he moaned in your eat, your climax making a big jump towards you. Your corrupted walls beginning to grip your groaning husband for dear life.
“It is time. The ceremony reaches it’s peak; the final claim“ the royal priestess announced, her voice weirdly collected against the lover’s pants and moans.
Although it had been difficult for the older vitner to stay composed since it wasn't often that a woman was made such responsive putty during the ceremony, they all gathered closer around the priestess. Hands were clasped in traditional gestures as they waited for the king to spill his seed and finally mark the bride.
As you fought your eyes open again, you saw two versions of Loki, one participating in the ritual and the other leaning against the opposite wall.
Your face contorted in an awe-struck expression as you took in his mighty cock on full display, white ropes of cum dripping from his reddish tip and running down the sweaty fist still clinging to the hard flesh. 
Loki was grinning so salaciously, his wolfish expression exposing the perfect line of peal white teeth as he stood there like a regal slut.
“You brought me in this condition, little minx“ his spent voice panted in your consciousness brining the final realization of what the trickster had done. 
He made himself cum watching the sacred ceremony? 
You couldn’t help it but let out a pornographic moan at the sinful sight of the dark man you had been fantasizing about for years. It was bad. Then, your eyes fluttered shut from the strong orgasmic bliss. 
You came in unison with Thor, feeling his big manhood spilling inside you as your wicked mind imagined how it was Loki to claim you in the marital act. The most improper thought that would’ve brought you banishment if spoken out loud.
But it was the twisted truth hitting you even rougher when your husband whispered sweet praises about how well you did for him and how much he loved you. 
God, you loved him, too and held it high in the god's honor that he made the consummation as pleasurable as possible. You would love to sleep with him again.
It was your duty as a queen to the new king either way but there were a lot of royal matrimonies that lacked any kind of sensual contact since the sacred ceremony. Yours shouldn’t and wouldn’t become one of such bitter kind. It became clear as the night sky when Thor’s gentle lips drowned you in honest romance. 
But Loki was something else.
Someone entirely different and entirely magnetizing. 
He was the wicked wolf luring angelic girls and covering them in venomous desire. Loki wouldn't even need to touch them once in order to have every woman drop to their knees.
How in helheim would you be able to encounter your brother-in-law on a regular basis ever again?  
However, the most embarrassing part of the tradition that reminded you harshly of the presence of those disgusting vitner was yet to come.
Slowly Thor pulled out, taking the elaborately embroidered blanket to snake it around his hips, covering himself whereas you laid bare. Presented like a successfully shot deer; the greatest triumph of hunting. 
You squeezed your eyes shut, knuckles turning white from the most discomforting situation.
Every honored vitne was to to convince themself of the happened consummation taking a strangely cold glimpse at your leaking cunt. 'To ensure the groom hasn't fooled them' your mother always said.
They all hummed in approval, bowed to the now truly married couple, kissed the priestess' ring and disappeared.
Until only Loki was left. 
Carefully, you opened your eyes again, for whatever reason having to watch his inevitable reaction.  A dull thud of his leather boot announced him on the edge of the bed, goosebumps starting to paint the insides of your thighs as you literally felt his piercing gaze wandering along.
A needy expression flashed on his razor sharp features, making the muscles in your legs twitch involuntarily. 
God, the things he did to you, suddenly making you enjoy being on display like a common whore for his snickering emeralds to see. And the prince licked his lips like a starving lion.
Loki’s still semi-hard cock shuddered with a new wave of excitement as he basked in the sight of your most intimate part. Gorgeous.
The fantasies came back as if called by sirens, drowning the younger prince in the imagination that it was his cum adorning you like a piece of jewelry. Marking the most desirable woman as his own after he claimed her thoroughly. 
Loki quickly cleared his throat before proceeding with the intended procedure, stopping for a second with his veiny hand in the doorknob. You peeked back at him, awkwardly unsure of how to feel for the god mischief after all this.
But honestly, did you have any choice but to veil and bury it deep?
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a/n: thank you for reading this absolute filth that secured me my special place in horny jail 🤣
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Lokius commission I finished recently ✨
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yeh go on, tell me again how LOKI can't fucking fight 😤
#mcu salt
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Flowers and tears
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it'd be wild if they gave asgard's citizens phones in marvel i bet they'd have the best drama
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No.
#date: 2023/11/23 #when will he croak #i've been running this blog for centuries #frigga for allfather #kick the bucket already i'm getting bored of posting here
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I come to Tumblr with a regretful update. As you may know, my family and our fiercest warriors have been traveling between realms in search of our stolen relics.
While attempting to recover one, my brother lost his life in battle while protecting us. He shielded me with his body. My brother died a hero.
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May he reach Folkvangr. My deepest condolences. But I thought Baldur was impervious to all harm...?
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It was Loki. :( I'm devastated.
einherjarl-deactivated20231120
Oh.
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is that all you can muster? "oh." you thought i was dead, and that's it? that's all you have? what do you mean by that? let's talk. :)
⛈️ god-of-thunder
You're alive? Where are you?
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Wait, what happened to @einherjarl? He deactivated?
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Loki?
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🎨 bragis-apprentice
Just finished custom making this handle
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#metalwork #artists on tumblr #double sided axe #my art
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⚡️LIGHTNING ROUND⚡️
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einherjarl-deactivated20231120
Lady Sif is not one of The Warriors Three. It says it in the name. There are three of them. Not four.
Correct this.
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I voted for Sif.
🪓 valiant-festivals
I voted for Sif.
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I voted for Sif.
✨️ the-dashingest
Wait, Hogun? But you didn't tell us you had a phone?
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I don't.
#lady sif propaganda #lightning round #poll reblog #only one more round after this! #i'm so glad lady sif doesn't have tumblr lol #i hope you guys dont mind that a mortal is running this blog btw #i really didnt expect any of you to see this 😬 #and srry for the reblog spam #also hogun lol
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🐍 magic-theatre
i see your thirst edits, you sick freaks.
#start tagging me in them #and/or sending them to me
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umm i'm in ohio to visit my parents and there's like. um . a giant wolf running alongside my car? i'd call animal control but this thing is ginormous and i don't think that would do anything.
it doesnt have a leash or anything (obv its bigger than my car) but it's covered in chains. what do i do??
@identifying-d𝚘gs-in-posts ??
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Fenrir Lokison?
#😨
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✨️ the-dashingest
I really don't think Loki is that bad. Sure, he's had a rocky history, but I don't think he's done anything worthy of scorn. Besides, hasn't he just died and come back or something like that, anyway? He has a blank slate, in my book.
#is it just me? #i hear people saying we should banish or kill him #i find that idea preposterous #he's just misunderstood
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einherjarl-deactivated20231120
I'm not going to @ them, but ugh... Someone I'm acquainted with just died in battle, and honestly? I'm so relieved. Is that terrible? Don't answer that, I know that it is. I'll probably delete this in a few hours.
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that's what you get for vagueing.
cowards don't go to valhalla.
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